Meltown - Peoria, Illinois (10/8/2012)

[Johnny Rebel]

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

West: Welcome everybody to another edition of Monday Night Meltdown! We have a ridiculously stacked card on tap for you this evening as we head in to One Night in Hell.

Harris: I can't wait, Shane! Our main event promises to explode as we have five of the megastars involved in the North American Championship match going face-to-face in a special three-way-dance tag match! Add in Sabur, no-stranger to an APW ring, and we can't go wrong!

West: Another challenger to Lively's title will get a warm-up Last Man Standing match against Tek here tonight. Shadow won the right to pick the stipulation a few weeks ago and chose an elimination style Last Man Standing match.

Harris: We'll also see the debut of APW's most interesting pairing, Shannell Lewis and Young Mannie against the team of Educated Money! Mannie's APW history is well-documented, and we have been impressed with Miss Lewis but Educated Money scored a victory over Organized Violence last week and are looking to continue their streak!

West: Our opening contest will see the mysterious Finnish Phenom take on "The Smooth Operator" Mr. Williams Jr. and Johnny Razor in a match that will prove to put one APW megastar on the fast track here on Meltdown! Let's get to the ring!

The camera zooms from the announce table to the middle of the ring where Nicky Paige stands with a microphone in one hand, and several index cards in the other. ''Put you on Game'' by Lupe Fiasco blasts the PA system as Level-One comes limping out onto the ramp with crutches and a microphone in hand. The crowd oddly enough seems to receive Level-One well.

West: That isn't the music for Mr. Williams, Dick! A Level-One appearance on Meltdown!

Confidently, Level One leans against his crutches and loiters at the top of the ramp addressing the packed crowd in Illinois.

Level-One: Several weeks ago in my home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada I addressed the Meltdown fans and wannabe Mega Stars. In this address, I told them that if they stayed dedicated, remained focused and gave it there all that one day they too could wrestle for one of the two flag ship brands more notably, Thursday Night Overdrive. Anyone who knows me, knows that I am many things including a man of my word. And tonight, I'm here to give two lucky Mega Star wannabes the opportunity of a life time and one of them is going to be one of YOU lucky fans right here tonight!

West: He can't do that! We have a match scheduled!

Harris: I'm sure the new guys will welcome the promotion, Shane! Stop your crying, this is HUGE!

The crowd stirs with excitement as an APW chant begins in the stands. This puts a smile on Level-One's face knowing that he's doing what he had been sent here to do; win the people over.

Level-One: So who's it going to be!? Who in this arena is brave enough to step into the ring with a handpicked Meltdown competitor of my choice to fight for an opportunity of a lifetime? I don't care who you are, what you've done or how many championships you've won in backyard brawls - anyone, anyone at all willing to put their body on the line is welcome to step into the ring right here in Illinois!

Th crowd explodes with cheers as a large, seven foot tall Russian heads through the crowd and towards the barricade! The fans intimidated by the large man don't dare approach the barricade... all but one.

West: It looks like we have a game competitor but it looks like there's a problem developing in the crowd with a female fan!

Harris: You mean she escaped from her kitchen!? A female fan? Wait, no... that's no fan!

The agile female runs towards barricade and uses the leverage to spring off and hit a 720 DDT on much larger fan; garnishing a holy shit chant in the arena! The fan jumps over the barricade, slips under the bottom rope and quickly springs to her feet! At the top of the ramp, Level-One can't believe it.

Level-One: WHAT THE HELL!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!? ... VANNAH WHITE!?

Vannah White taunts him telling him to get the match started. Level-One can't believe it and in a panic motions for his hand picked competitor to come out from the back... several moments later, he does.

Harris: HAHAHA, MR. DANGEROUS!?

West: I don't think this is the result Level-One was looking for when he planned all this out. Rumor is, Vannah White has a few tricks up her sleeve!

Mr. Dangerous comes sprinting out from the back, tripping and tumbling over his own feet right in front of Level-One! A livid Level-One swings his good leg hitting Mr. Dangerous swiftly the buttocks which gives him the extra urge to spring back to his feet, head down the ramp and into the ring.

Mr. Dangerous Vs. Vannah White

Mr. Dangerous runs at Vannah White with a clothesline to which she bridges under. He turns around and finds his head wrapped in between her legs. Mr. Dangerous grins before he spun round and round' and then launched through the air with a spinning head scissors. At the top of the ramp, Level-One has seen enough as he desperately screams at the top of his lungs for ''Plan B!''

Harris: Mr. Dangerous is seriously out gunned right here, why am I not surprised that Level-One has a back up plan?

West: Vannah White knows there's something up, she's in a rush to finish this!

Mr. Dangerous dazed slowly gets up to his feet. Vannah White kicks him in the groin runs towards the ropes, bounces off it, spins around and nails Mr. Dangerous with a 720 DDT known as the V.I.P! Immediately, Level-One starts limping down to the ring!

Vannah makes the pin...

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Level-One cracks the referee in the back of the head with one of his crutches sending the referee face first into the canvas.

West: I thought he was hurt!?

He kicks his lifeless body out the ring as Vannah White storms up to her feet and get's in Level-One's face! They two long time friends argue in the center of the ring as a Sindicate approved referee storms out from the back as the crowd try to alert Vannah by booing even louder!

West: This is a P/R disaster for Level-One, the Sindicate and Terry Marvin's new fan fair initiative!

Harris: Oh come on! It's not like he's going to hit her like Kurt Noble would!

Before Harris can finish his sentence, Vannah White his hoisted off her feet and onto Level-One shoulders and he viciously drops her with a darkness shine! The crowd boos without remorse! Level-One grabs Mr. Dangerous and drags him on top of Vannah White as the Sindicate referee slips in the ring and counts the fastest three count he's ever hit the mat with.

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Vannah powers out but it's too late. Level-One drapes a barely conscious Mr. Dangerous to his feet and tosses him through the ropes to safety of the outside apron. Level-One hits the deck like a coward and rolls out under the bottom rope. He grabs a microphone with one hand and drags Mr. Dangerous with the other as the crowd starts anti Level-One chant.

Level-One: You idiots can't boo me! I'm your HERO remember!? Vannah White is no girl... she's like Sally Talfourd! She's built differently she doesn't even count!! Mr. Dangerous!? THINK ABOUT MR. DANGEROUS!? He put on an AMAZING performance on here tonight and he has clearly proven himself worthy of being in the Elimination Chamber match at One Night In Hell. I hope your watching this Jeff... history has been made tonight all you people are too stupid to realize it!

Level-One get's tired of dragging Mr. Dangerous and leaves him lying on the ramp on his own. The former undisputed champ falls back onto the ramp exhausted. He is almost hyperventilating as a result of what has just gone down. His speech is rushed and panicked but he tries to talk himself out of the mess.

Level-One: Mr. Dangerous, you are meltdowns finest. From the bottom of the barrel straight to the mainevent on the flagship show! I knew all I had to do was give you a chance and you would show the world that you are one of the best competitors to have ever rocked the spandex! Mr. Dangerous, I think I speak for every competitor in the match when I say it will be an absolute PLEASURE you wrestle against you at One Night in Hell.

The chants seem to get under his skin.

Level-One: You see this!? This is what the Sindicate can do for all you people... all you losers!

''YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK''

Vannah White is livid in the middle of the ring, as Mr. Dangerous finally regains his senses - still not aware to the fact the had won a wrestling match.

West: This was absolutely disgusting! There's no way Mr. Dangerous gets a title shot after all this!

Harris: Well, if Level-One is vouching for him it's hard to argue with the facts! I'm Mr. Dangerous biggest critic and even I can't ignore the implications of what went on tonight. He didn't look that bad out there.

West: He was unconscious for almost the entire match. Are you serious!?

Harris: All I'm saying is that I've seen him worse off, maybe this is a sign of things to come! Mr. Dangerous has the potential to be a star!

Level-One high tails it at the direction of a road agent leaving Mr. Dangerous behind. Vannah White exits the ring dejected but still walks up to Mr. Dangerous and helps him up to his feet. This draws a huge applause from the crowd as the two walk up the ramp and talk about what had just occurred.

West: Vannah White is pure class! What an amazing young lady.

Harris: Yeah, well class doesn't win you championships. Maybe if she was more like her mentor, she'd have a spot in the elimination chamber. Sucks for her, doesn't it!?

West: We're getting word that the three-way that was scheduled to open the show has been pushed back to later on the evening! What a way to kick off Meltdown! We'll be right back!

[Johnny Rebel]

Backstage the camera is focused on Michael Lively. The mans mood seems to be written on his face. He pulls a roll of athletic tape from his duffle bag and starts to wrap his wrists. The door to the locker room opens yet Lively pays it no mind. With as many people in his entourage it seems the door opening and closing has become simply background noise. The man entering the room was none other then "The Irish Hammer" Sabur, Michael Lively's personal body guard. Tonight he plays the part of tag team partner and is dressed for action. The big man sits across from Lively he seems focused and trapped inside his thoughts.

Sabur: So you ready?

Lively just nods his head.

Sabur: Good, me too. Listen I wanted to talk about something.

Lively tosses the tape to his partner.

Lively: Wrap that quad muscle big man, better safe then sorry.

Sabur smirks at the concern of his partner, and begins to wrap the leg that previously sidelined him.

Sabur: I heard Logan's promo and wanted to discuss something with you.

Lively lifts his head rolling his eyes.

Lively: Let me guess you let the words of some up and comer rattle you. Better yet you let his brain washing antics work...you want to know what I feel about your skill, if you still got it. Playing second fiddle and such...

The big man rips the tape and begins to wrap it the other direction to give maximum support.

Sabur: Actually I wanted to tell you I found his rant humorous. I thought his attempt to create a rift was pathetic. I could tell you it fell upon deaf ears to ease your mind but that might hint to the fact he was right and I am in denial.

Both men stop to glare at each other as the conversation seems to have reached a serious moment.

Sabur: That couldn't be further from the truth. I can not be corrupted, my mind won't be polluted. I know you respect me and my skill set. I know where I stand. Just know, I got your back. I'm here in what ever capacity is needed. Tonight it's playing the part of your tag team partner, if next week it's back to being an enforcer or body guard, I'm here!!

Lively kind of grins.

Sabur: What...did I just make the JESUS blush...

Lively stands up as his face quickly shifts. Both men slap a five and bump shoulders.

Sabur: We came up in this sport together. Both earned our stripes in Vegas, both made it to the big time.

Lively: Yeah...seems like a lifetime ago.

Sabur: We had our ups and our downs...listen we are good that's all I'm saying. I got you, I trust you...I just want you to do the same!!!

Lively nods his head in this rare occasion where the self proclaimed savior and overwhelming ego maniac shows signs of being human. He quickly turns off the emotion and gets into business mode.

Lively: Tonight it's me and you, we wreck shop inside that ring. M and M, Krunk and Pennington aren't ready for us. Not one of them is ready for you...

Lively slaps the big man on the chest. Lively begins to drift off into classic Michael Lively territory which simply means his mouth was about to pollute the air with arrogance. Sabur grabs the North American champion by his shoulder almost stoping him in mid sentence.

Sabur: Bro, I have known you a long time. I also know championships mean the world to you. You covet them, Pennington took your belt last week. I haven't heard you really mention it at all. The Lively I know would be plotting and planing to get it back and royally punish the culprit. You alright?

Lively: Yeah I'm fine. Like I said...that's the only way a no talent pussy like Pennington can touch a title in APW. He wishes to be a thug, wishes to parade around with MY title...then who am I to stop little Miss Sunshine's dress up party!!! You, I, the fans, and most importantly Vincent knows who the REAL champion is!!!

Sabur grins at his partner feeling comforted by his answer. the big man flexes his muscles.

Sabur: I am so pumped...it's going to feel so good to make people scream out in pain as the audience in the front row cringes in fear!!

The big man turns to exit the locker room. Lively pauses briefly having a strange look on his face. One could only assume that Lively's statement of someone else holding his title not bugging him is in fact false, and the look of uneasiness plastered on his face reaffirms that. The champion takes a deep breath and walks out of the room as well.

[Johnny Rebel]

West: And we're back after that commercial break! We have a huge tag match scheduled with three fantastic teams...but before we get there, we have an announcement from Meltdown general manager Johnny Diamond!

The big screen lights up as the crowd cheers for the appearance of Johnny Diamond, who is sitting behind a desk, and is scribbling his signature on a number of papers before looking up at the camera.

Diamond: Good evening, folks. I trust that you're enjoying Meltdown, and that APW's #1 show continues to impress week after week. Up next was a match featuring the teams of Shannell Lewis, Young Mannie, Educated Money and ComiKaze. However, I regret to inform you that the team of ComiKaze is not in the building and will not be competing this evening. It is through no fault of their own and will be back on Meltdown shortly, consider this an approved absence! However, since we have deprived the fans of seeing two of their favorite APW megastars, we're going to throw a little fire on this upcoming tag match. Tonight, the winner between our next matchup, will earn themselves a future Tag-Team Title match at the discretion of APW president, Jeff! Good luck to the both of you.

The screen fades as the crowd explodes with approval at the announcement.

West: Wow! Huge news, and a massive opportunity for one of these teams to make an impact here in the APW!

Harris: They must be grasping at straws if they think Shannell Lewis and Mannie could be getting a title shot after their first official tag-match together! Maybe I should start patrolling the locker room for booty-calls, Shane!

West: Would you stop it? Let's get to the ring!

We zoom to the middle of the ring where Nicky Paige stands with a microphone in one hand and a stack of index cards in the other.

Paige: Our next match is scheduled for one fall, and is for a future tag-team championship match! Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 115 pounds, and representing Anaheim, California...Shannell Lewis!

The Lights Go out and "Crawling In The Dark" by Hoobastank begins to play. Purple and Red lazer lights are shining in the ring and entranceway. Shanell walks out from behind the curtain and walks to the ring, focused. She slides into the ring and walks to the middle of the ring. In the middle of the ring, she drops to her knees and points up to the sky.

Paige: And her partner, weighing in at 220 pounds, and representing Washington, D.C..."Mr. 420" Young Mannie!

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

Paige: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 514 pounds, and representing Paris, France and Miami, Florida respectively...Ashton Daniels and Jerome Dubois....Educated Money!

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

Shannell Lewis & "Mr. 420" Young Mannie vs. Educated Money

As soon as the bell rings, Daniels charges at Lewis and boots her in the stomach, causing her to double-over, and he continues his assault with an onslaught of clubbing forearms across the lower back of his opponent. He picks her up and deposits her with a gutwrench powerbomb in the middle of the ring and drops a massive legdrop across her throat. The much larger Daniels grabs Lewis up by the air and whips her in to the ropes, and as she comes back, floors her with a massive clothesline. The crowd groans as Lewis bounces off the mat, and Daniels peels her back up. He sets up for a suplex, and at the height of the move, holds her vertical in the air, spinning around to each side of the ring as the fans boo. He eventually drops her down with a suplex as the ring shakes at the impact. Daniels tags in Dubois, as they hold Shannell on their side of the ring, and begin double-teaming her in the corner. They trade rights and lefts to her midsection as the blatant cheating causes Mannie to come rushing in from the other side of the ring but the referee stops him before he can save Lewis. They whip Lewis in to the ropes, as Mannie continues to argue with the referee, and as she meets them in the center of the ring, they both press her high up in the air and watch as she crashes face first in the middle of the ring, rolling and writhing in pain. Mannie finally goes to the outside, as Daniels follows suit, and Dubois stands over a downed Lewis. He sends her flying in to the turnbuckle, as she winces in pain, and rests up against the corner. The massive Dubois goes full speed ahead with a splash in the corner, as his size alone causes Lewis to disappear for a moment behind his girth. He spreads her arms out over the top rope, and unleashes several rounds of knife-edge chops that leaves Lewis' chest red from impact.

West: Wow! Lewis is taking a beating here in this match from Educated Money. I don't know how much more she can take.

Harris: Dubois is more-than-double her size, of course she can't compete, Shane. It's despicable that Diamond thought she could handle her own against these two men.

Dubois takes too long taunting the crowd, as Lewis slides underneath his legs, and dropkicks him in the back, sending him face first in to the steel post in the corner of the turnbuckle. Dubois stumbles backwards and drops on the mat, as Lewis crumbles besides him. The crowd erupts as Lewis begins her crawl to Mannie in the corner, as Dubois does the same to Daniels. Lewis is the first to reach the hot tag, as Young Mannie flings himself over the top rope, and lunges towards Daniels. He drops him with a right hand, and as Daniels pops back up, he nails another that sends Ashton down to the mat. Dubois gives him a run but Mannie ducks down, pulling the top-rope down with him, and sends Jerome down to the concrete floor. Daniels is slow to get back to his feet, and Mannie bounces off the ropes, flying in with a corkscrew forearm smash that sends his opponent down to the mat. He picks up Daniels and throws him in to the corner where Lewis has finally made it back to his feet, and unleashes "Total Recall" (a series of rapid chops, before charging forward with a running knee). Daniels is down, as Mannie tags in Shanell Lewis.

West: Fast and furious! That's the typical Mannie we're used to seeing, Dick! It seems as if he's found new life on Meltdown!

Harris: Give it some time, Shane. He'll get smoker's elbow or something and be on the shelves for a few months!


Lewis immediately goes to the top rope and sets her sights outside the ring where Dubois is slowly making his way to his feet. She launches off with a beautiful cross body that takes both of them out. The referee dips between the middle rope and checks out both megastars, while Mannie slips back in the ring, and runs with a running reverse neckbreaker and drops Daniels in the middle of the ring and goes for the cover...

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Paige: Here are your winners, via pinfall, Shanell Lewis and Young Mannie!

West: Wait a second, Dick, Mannie wasn't the legal man there and the referee was confused!

Harris: Oh well, Shane, can't reverse the decision now! Young Mannie and Shannell Lewis will get a future tag title match! Great effort from both teams, but I think the bad blood between those two teams is far from over.

[Johnny Rebel]

"Helter Skelter" hits the PA system and the town of Peoria, Illinois rises to their feet in a thunderous mixed reaction as Evan Envi's entrance video plays over the JumboTron. Most in the audience boo loudly, waiting for the arrival of the APW Xtreme Champion.

Harris: THE CHAAMMMP!

West: Mhm.

Harris: Where's your excitement?!

West: I'm overjoyed. Truly, I am. It's not like I see him enough on Overdrive every Thursday night or anything.

The entrance continues to play on for upwards of twenty seconds before it fades away and the video is replaced with a direct feed featuring Evan Envi's smirking face.

LIVE VIA SATELLITE FROM BALTIMORE, MARYLAND

Evan: Oh, hey guys. I was gonna appear on Meltdown this week but... Hah, let's face it... I thought the event was in Chicago. I couldn't be arsed to find a flight to Peoria. Where the hell is that anyway?

The crowd boos, and we cut to shots of those in the crowd giving Evan thumbs-down, while some even flip off the man behind the camera.

Evan: I came here tonight to tell you all a little story about a man you seem to have gotten behind lately... And his name is Vincent Pennington.

Peoria cheers at the mention of Pennington and Evan laughs.

Evan: Isn't that cute? Sure, you cheer him now because I'm the reason any of you know who he is...

The crowd boos again while the commentators cut in on Evan's tirade.

West: Him dominating the North American Champion at the beginning and end of last week's show had nothing to do with that, huh?

Harris: Hussshhh!

Evan rolls his eyes at the booing crowd.

Evan: Vincent Pennington is a fraud. He's not the North American Champion, though I'm sure he's been telling everybody and their mother that since he STOLE the championship belt last week... And he's a fraud when he tells you all that he's this good, upstanding human being. Vincent Pennington is a thug. He is a criminal.

A monster.

A cretin.

Evan scowls a bit at the "ENVI SUCKS!" chant but continues regardless.

Evan: Let's talk about how he stole that belt from Lively last week. Did you people really enjoy that? You liked seeing a champion like Lively, someone going above and beyond the call of duty, ROBBED right in front of your eyes? Really?!

Evan scoffs and shakes his head in disappointment.

Evan: Then you and Vincent Pennington deserve each other. I'm gonna give Pennington something to look forward to, so he and everybody else on Meltdown can shut up... I'll give Pennington a match. I'll give Pennington one match against me.

Peoria roars at the announcement but Evan holds up a finger.

Evan: As long as it's a handicap match.

The crowd boos and West interjects again from commentary.

West: That's not fair! He's not even giving Vincent Pennington a fighting chance!

Harris: HUSSSHHHH...

Evan continues.

Evan: No, no, don't boo me. All you people do is jump to conclusions, I swear.

I'm the one with the handicap. Vincent Pennington is the one that gets to face me with some backup. And trust me, he'll need it.

Evan nods, smiling.

Evan: And I'll even give Vincent an entire month to gear himself up for it. I hope you win the North American Title at One Night in Hell, Vince, I really do, because I'd love to beat the North American Champ just one more time... I'd love to embarrass you while you try, feebly, to lead the brand that I created.

The crowd boos Evan's arrogance.

Evan: So Vince-- after One Night in Hell, we'll fight. Good luck focusing up until then.

Evan laughs and leans into the camera.

Evan: And Vince? Your partner...?

Evan leans back and folds his arms over his chest.

Evan: Is Sienna Harrison. You got a month.

Evan winks into the camera and the feed abruptly cuts out.

West: Sienna? Evan's sister?!

Harris: Sienna-- Vincent's agent!

West: HOW is this fair?

Harris: It's not! Poor Evan!

West: Ugh...either way, let's get to the ring for our next match!

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

Nicky Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Indianapolis, Indiana and weighing t 236 pounds. He is often referred to as ‘An Instant Classic’ at this time please welcome Ryan Collins!

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

Nicky Paige: And his opponent, from Stamford Connecticut, Streets Wilson!

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

Ding Ding Ding.

Match Four
Ryan Collins vs. Streets Wilson

As the two competitors circle the ring Streets just laughs. Ryan calls for a lock up but Streets ignores him. Again Collins calls for a lock up but Streets turns and stretches on the ropes. His dismissive attitude is pissing “The Instant Classic” off. Collins gets upset and charges in but Streets catches the novice with a spinebuster as the fans come alive. Collins rolls back to his feet and calls for a time out!

West: Did he just call for a time out?

Harris: Yeah Collins we don’t have those in wrestling.

West: Look at Streets just let loose on this rookie.

Harris: Looks like Collins won’t be at One Night in Hell Shane.

Inside the ring, Wilson has Ryan in the corner and is unloading with the Fury of the Streets. He continues to hammer away back and forth driving the shots home. Finally he hits the big knifed edge chop making Collins stumble out of the corner. Wilson grabs him with a Russian leg sweep! Collins is down and Streets goes for the cover...

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Streets is a little surprised as he looks down at Ryan Collins. Streets elbows Collins in the face hard knocking the rookie back to the mat.

West: Streets is not impressed with his opponent tonight.

Harris: What a hard shot from Streets Wilson. I think Collins’ nose is bleeding.

West: Streets has “The Instant classic” in his sights!

Back in the ring Ryan Collins stumbles and turns to get hit with the “Quivering Palm” followed by the Streets Wilson Sinister Finisher He starts with the top wrist lock immediately followed by a downward elbow to the area in between the neck and collarbone! Collins drops like a stone and Streets hooks the leg!

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

Inside the ring Streets kicks his opponent in the gut until Ryan Collins rolls out of the ring via the bottom rope. The fans are pleased with Wilson wiping out the rookie and they shower him with praise for his victory. As the camera remains on the action, Streets climbs a turnbuckle to celebrate. Then the shows cuts to a commercial break.

[Johnny Rebel]

West: We're finally going to get a chance to see the three newcomers to the Meltdown roster, a match we were supposed to get earlier in the evening before we were so rudely interrupted by Level-One!

Harris: I'll take a few minutes of Level-One and Mr. Dangerous before the entire APW roster, Shane!

Paige: Our following match is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring, JOHNNY RAZOR!

Our cameras cut to the ring for our first match of the evening where Johnny Razor is already waiting, stooping in the corner.

West: Hey, it’s Johnny Razor! Remember him?

Harris: Uhhhh... Vaguely?

West: Big opportunity for him tonight in our opening contest as he takes on two newcomers that have a lot of hype and a lot of praise behind them.

“Nymphetamine Fix” is already playing and the crowd responds with a mild mixed reaction as Tuhoa Valo makes his way to the ring, with a slight swagger about him with each step.

Paige: And the opponent, from Helsinki, Finland, weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds, the ‘Finnish Phenom’, Tuhoa Valo!

“Smooth Operator” blares through the arena..when the chorus hits the line “Cause I’m so SMOOTH” out comes the SMOOTH OPERATOR himself, dressed in an brown brief tights with “SO” on the rear…”SO” peers across the arena to a mixture of boos by the men and screams of passion from the ladies. As he gingerly strolls to the ring.

West: Why is he walking so slowly to the ring?

Harris: Because someone so SMOOTH moves slowly!

He finds one beautiful lady in the crowd and kisses her on the cheek…enters the ring and stands in the middle “a la “TO” on the Cowboys star” extends his arms and basks in the aroma of impending victory.

Paige: And their opponent, in the ring, weighing in at two-hundred and twenty-five pounds, hailing from Hollywood, California, the ‘Smooth Operator’, Mr. William D. WILLIIAAAMMMSSS!

Triple Threat Match
William D. Williams vs “The Finnish Phenon” Tuhoa Valo vs Johnny Razor

The match starts off with Razor coming after Valo and Williams, but quickly being planted with a series of punches from the men. Valo hits Razor with a Spinebuster followed by a Scoop Slam, and Williams rebounds off the ropes, hitting an elbow drop to Razor’s midsection. Razor groans in pain and is yanked to his feet by both men, who run him against the ropes and catch him with a Double Hip Toss off the rebound-- but Williams quickly grows tired of the teamwork aspect of the triple threat match and blasts Valo with a Dropkick! Valo hits the ground but finds himself captured in a headlock followed by an inverted Headlock Backbreaker! Williams goes for the pin.

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West: Wow, Williams almost got it right there! What a backbreaker!

Harris: Yeah, but he made a mistake and took his eye off of Johnny Razor.

Razor goes to hit Williams with a DDT, but William D. Williams counters with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex. As Razor gets up, Williams kicks him in the midsection and nails an Implant DDT that he calls Chocolate Thunder! Williams seems to be ready to make the pin, but he receives a running boot to the temple courtesy of Valo! Valo waits for Williams to get up then nails him with a hard Vertical Suplex. Williams groggily gets up once more and Valo hits him with a hard bell-clap. Williams drops down to his knees, clutching his ears in pain and Valo nails a Snap DDT. Valo climbs to his feet and turns to Razor who is up and tries to charge with a Running Back Elbow, but Valo is able to counter it with a knee to the gut. Razor bends over and Valo lifts him with a Gutwrench, which is transitioned into a Neckbreaker! Razor slams hard into the mat and Valo hooks both of his legs.

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West: How did Razor kick out of THAT?!

Harris: I don’t know, but I think Williams is ready to end it now!

Williams is up and catches Valo from behind with a Full Nelson Bomb-- the Chocolate Drop! Valo cringes in pain and rolls away. Razor runs at Williams, but eats a Dropkick! Razor climbs to his feet and turns around where Valo groggily returns to his feet and runs him to the ground with a Clothesline! Razor hits the mat and rolls out of the way while Williams charges Valo, only to fall victim to a Running Spear! Williams hits the mat and Valo turns to the returning Razor with a kick to the gut, turning him around and hitting an Inverted Corkscrew Neckbreaker!

Harris: Commence Destruction from the Finnish Phenom!

West: The cover!

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Winner: “The Finnish Phenom” Tuhoa Valo

Williams tries to break up the pin, but it a second too late. Valo smirks and rolls out of the ring, giving Williams a wink as he retreats to the back.

West: Good debut here by Valo!

Harris: Embarrassing 'return' by Razor...

[Johnny Rebel]

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

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

Harris: Tek has been on a losing streak as of late, hope the guy can pull a win over in this one.

West: Well he has faced some of the best in the Meltdown brand and I am sure this will be one hell of a match.

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

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

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

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

Harris: Here we go, Tek versus Shadow!

Last Man Standing
Tek vs. Shadow

Tek quickly jumps to the top rope and attempts a belly to belly moonsault, however Shadow is quick to grab Tek in mid air and uses the momentum to nail a power slam of his own. The crowd begins to get loud over the start of the match. Tek slowly begins to get up to his knee, Shadow grabs Tek by the top of the head and begins to bring him to his feet. Tek delivers a kick to the gut and begins to charge the rope behind him. Shadow seems out of breath as Tek comes on the return with a spear.

West: Tek just speared the big man Shadow.

Harris: The guy is starting to gain some momentum for once!

The crowd begins to get behind Tek as Tek begins to dance a little bit in the ring to entertain the fans. Shadow begins to get to his feet and catches his breath. Soon enough Shadow charges Tek with a big clothesline, laying Shadow out on the mat. Shadow doesn’t waste any time getting to his feet as he gives a big stomp to the face of Tek. Shadow grabs Tek by the back of the neck and begins to bring him to his knees and up to his feet. Shadow throws Tek toward the ropes and on return Shadow kicks Tek and delivers a Forward DDT! Shadow doesn’t let go though and keeps hold locked in as they hit the mat. The ref begins to check and see if Tek gives up, however Tek shakes his head no. Shadow clutches down on the head lock as Tek tries hard to stay conscious. However it’s only a moment before Tek’s arm seems to go limp. The ref lifts the arm of Tek to see if he is still conscious.

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The ref again lifts the arm and lets it drop, Tek however keeps his arm high in the air and the people begin to get riled up in the crowd. Shadow begins to punch the top of the head of Tek and lets him up and Shadow gets back up to his feet. Tek begins to slowly get back up trying to catch his breath. Shadow grabs Tek by the throat and picks him up high for a big choke slam! The crowd begins to go insane at the loud impact of Tek hitting the mat.

Harris: The veteran Shadow, just man handling Tek!

Shadow gets Tek up to his knees and in between his legs Shadow signals for the Eclipse and lifts Tek high up over his head and to his back, holding the arms of Tek out. Shadow then launches Tek over his head and down to the mat, landing the Eclipse! Shadow doesn't end the assault as he goes outside the ring and underneath the apron, sliding out a ladder from beneath the ring. Shadow sets it up on the outside of the ring, in front of the announce table, as West and Harris immediately get out of the way. Shadow slowly gets back in the ring, almost stalking Tek, and takes him underneath the bottom rope by the arm. They get to the outside, and Shadow climbs to the top of the ladder, dragging Tek with him. He gets to the top, and grabs Tek by the throat, and heaves him in the air, eventually landing through the announce table. The crowd immediately begins a massive "APW!" chant as the referee begins his count.

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The bell sounds and Shadow stands above a broken Tek raising his hands high into the air.

Paige: Here is your winner, via knockout, Shadow!

Harris: What dominance from Shadow here tonight! He knew what he was doing in picking the Last Man Standing stipulation at One Night in Hell and showed all of the other competitors why he is going to be a problem in just a few weeks!

West: Next up is the Main Event! Three-team brawl between competitors at One Night in Hell: Michael Lively, Sabur Vs M & M, and the team of Krunk, Vincent Pennington!!

The scene then goes back stage where Vincent Pennington can be seen lacing up his boots getting ready for the Main event. As he stands up he grabs the North American Championship and puts the belt around his waist. Sienna Harrison then walks into the locker room of Vincent Pennington.

Sienna: Well Vincent I think it’s time for the main event, have you even talked to your partner tonight?

Vincent Pennington: No, I know I can’t trust Krunk, just like I couldn’t trust Michael Lively when we were in a tag match together. Tonight, I am just going to go out there and hopefully ware down Michael and the others as much as I possibly can.

Sienna: Sounds good, that belt really does look nice around your waist.

Vincent Pennington: Well I am sure it will get under Michael Lively’s skin tonight; we already heard how upset he was. I know the man is afraid now and understands he bit off a little more than he could chew.

Vincent then walks out of his locker room and the scene fades out.

West: Pennington has certainly worked his way up, and been impressive over the past few weeks. He'll have his hands full tonight!

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

Harris: Well, I’m gonna cover the part my broadcast partner Shane West typically runs here, since he seems to be shocked-- this is a triple threat tag team match between M&M, Lively and Sabur, and the team of Vincent Pennington and Krunk, who Shane typically refers to as ‘Germaine Williams’ or something. But Shane is SPEECHLESS because instead of coming out to the ring as a team with M&M’s Aubrey J. Parker, Logan Alexander’s coming out here solo tonight! What’s the deal? Shane? Investigate!

West: Couldn’t tell ya.

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

West: Well. This Peoria, Illinois crowd is firmly behind Logan Alexander. Last week, he beat Ryan Collins, James Noir, and Aubrey J. Parker in a Fatal Four Way to earn a spot in the North American Championship match at One Night in Hell.

Harris: But he and Parker always pimp the fact that they’re a team-- where’s Parker?!

The coloured lights move out of the ring as the normal lighting resumes. Logan removes his sunglasses and tucks them into a jacket pocket, before removing the jacket. He moves to a corner of the ring away from the entry ramp and reaches through the ropes to lower his jacket to one of the ringside technicians.

Harris: Hey, ice cream!

West: Huh?

The cameras focus on the crowd in Peoria, many of which are cheering as they are passed small ice cream, banana-split sundaes.

Harris: Shane, I’m sure someone in the back has told you what kind of delicious treats those are, coming our way! Shane?

West: ...They’re banana-splits with M&M candy pieces.

The camera focuses on the announce table where Dick Harris is enjoying one. He laughs, delightedly.

Harris: I see you’re not having one, Shane.

West: No. I wasn’t given one.

Harris: OHOHOHOHO, I smell a moral evaluation on the horizon!

West: ...Yeah. Me too.

The crowd roars as “H.A.M.” hits the PA system, accompanied by all featured theatrics. It’s only a moment later that men holler and whistle throughout the crowd as Aubrey J. Parker makes her way to the ring, dressed not in wrestling gear, but a sleeveless, spaghetti-strapped pink dress that falls just a few inches below hip-length. She wears matching pink high-heels but Aubrey doesn’t come to the ring emptyhanded: In her right hand, she holds a large ice cream sundae, clasically fashioned in a small glass boat.

Harris: Shane, I think I found yours!

While several young men have taken it upon themselves to scream the lyrics of Parker’s entrance music, she casually makes her way over toward the announce table.

She smiles fondly at Shane West and immediately kicks off her shoes before taking a microphone from the timekeeper and sensually making her way past Dick Harris, and onto the lap of Shane West while her music fades.

Harris: You lucky bastard...

Logan now leans against the ring apron from the outside with his arms crossed, holding a microphone of his own while Aubrey J. Parker casts an arm around the shoulders of Shane West.

AJP: Shane, I know what you want. I know exactly what you, and a lottt of people in Illinois tonight want.

The fans cheer loudly as Parker leans a little closer to Shane, using the hand holding the microphone to swiftly undo his tie and top button.

AJP: So Logan and I discussed it, and we decided that I’m going to appeal to everyone’s fantasy right here, right now instead of making you all salivate about it for another week.

Harris: Ohmgyod. Shane, you dog...

The heavily-male audience continues to cheer for the announcement and Parker brings her face even close to West’s until her forehead is againsdt his temple.

AJP: You want an ‘M&M split.’

Parker pulls her head back from Shane West and instead shoves the ice cream toward him about an inch from his face.

AJP: And unlike some professional wrestlers, we really do have our own trademarked ice cream. So everybody in the audience, eat up. Enjoy it because this is the only M&M split you’re going to get. People, mainly the wrestling media, wrestling press have this idea that Logan and I are gonna fall apart on our way to the North American Title match at One Night in Hell, and while I hate to disappoint, it’s my sad duty to inform you all that you will NOT see the death of yet another tag team.

And just to prove how dedicated I am to my craft, not only did I come out here in this brand new dress just to give you all ice cream...

Parker obliges to some of the whistles in the crowd and blows a kiss into the nearest camera as it gives her dress a once over.

AJP: ...But tonight, I'm gonna wrestle in it, just so Lively, Sabur, Pennington, and Krunk can all feel like idiots when they lose to Logan Alexander, a man they never gave a second-thought to, and Aubrey J. Parker, a girl in a dress.

While the crowd cheers for the announcement (and the ice cream), Logan points at Shane West and says something to Aubrey, prompting the tag team and everyone else in the arena to notice that West isn’t eating his sundae. With a disappointed sigh, Logan moves out to the ring apron and drops down onto the floor. He gets a mic and looks over at West and Aubrey.

LA: Come on Aubrey. Shane clearly can't focus with you sitting in his lap like that.

Aubrey smirks at Shane West but innocently slides herself off of his lap, but makes her way behind his chair and snakes one arm around his chest, still gripping the microphone, and the other holding the ice cream in front of his face while Logan moves a bit closer.

LA: You look a bit hot under the collar there Shane. Have some of your M&M Split. Enjoy some of the fruits of your hard work from the last few weeks of hinting and poking and prodding at the prospect of the two of us going our own ways. I'm pretty sure that ice cream tastes better than the foot you'll end up putting in your mouth otherwise.

AJP: Eat it.

Logan’s shadow now covers most of West’s face, and an ”EAT IT!” chant rings out from at least half the audience, while the other half boos in sympathy for West.

AJP: Eat it, and we’ll call a truce. We’ll allow you to continue commentating over our matches, and you’re entitled to express whatever opinion you wish, AS LONG as it’s accurate.

West: And if I don’t eat it?

AJP: Well, ask yourself this... ‘How much money will APW think I’m worth if I don’t have any teeth?’

West glances nervously over his shoulder at Parker and then glances up toward Logan, as if hoping that he'll get the fiesty female to back down.

LA: Don't look at me to save you. I'm not getting in her way until One Night in Hell. Your dental bill is no North American championship.

Parker places the sundae on the table and points to it. Shane West looks around at the two and then nods, in defeat.

West: Okay. Okay, can I have a spoon?

AJP: No.

West frowns but slowly picks the sundae up byits glass housing and takes a few bites. He sits it back down and forces a smile at the two members of M&M, neither of whom look impressed.

LA: Well... it's a start Shane. You'll get some peace at least. Enjoy it.

Parker twirls the microphone in between her fingers for a few moments, still unmoved by the act.

AJP: I don’t respect that, Shane. This just goes to show that you’re entirely incapable of making your own decisions, just like every other corrupt so-called journalist that works in the wrestling industry. Similar to all of our opponents tonight, Shane, you--

She starts to say something else, but is interrupted as the lights dim and “Kush in the Bamboo” blares over the PA system, causing the crowd to rise to their feet in a mixed reaction. Shane West looks relieved, but Aubrey and Logan look annoyed at the entrance. With Krunk’s music raging throughout the arena, no one could find a hint r of expression from his face as he notices most of the crowd eating the ice cream that was passed out by M&M. Standing there on the top of the ramp, his expressionless face turns to a wide toothy grin, taking a few steps forward with a mic in his hand, and a steel chair in the other. The Natural is wearing a black tee over his wrestling gear and he brings the mic up to his face, signaling the crowd to cease the cheering.

Krunk: Stop abusing the people of Peoria, Illinois with your nonsense!

A cheap pop comes from the crowd loyal to their town while Logan, then Aubrey abandon Shane West and make their way back into the ring.

Krunk: Stop tryna buy the crowd over with your ice cream! For all we know, Logan pissed on it!

Some of the fans look disgusted and many of them even throw their sundaes toward ringside, causing M&M to narrow their eyes at Krunk.

Krunk: Shane West! You don't need to eat no shitty ice cream. Letting Aubrey seduce you Shane, that's a no no. It doesn't matter what M&M think! You’re the people's commentator, and I sure as hell like you over Dick Harris. I know the hot feeling you’re getting right now, I felt the same when I watch her in the ring too. It doesn't change the fact that what she's trying to do is wrong! But damn I want you to walk your fine ass over here a give me a nice private dance.

Setting the chair up where he stood and sat on it, garnering a loud mixed reaction dominated with cheers. Aubrey looks up at Krunk with a look of disgust and shakes her head, muttering something to herself.

Krunk: I have a feeling, the people sitting in the crowd have a feeling. They're all tingling inside, just the thought of it. The thought of the people witnessing The Krunk shove his foot up Logan's ass and simultaneously slam Aubrey down with one of the most dangerous moves in this company. I think Aubrey's asking for some 'Ambition'? Don't you think so too, homies?

A "Hell Yeah" chant breaks out throughout the crowd.

AJP: I guess I’m just disappointing EVERYONE in Peoria tonight, because that’s just not going to happen, you fu--

Krunk: If you don't come up soon Aubrey with a lap dance, I might have to actually rip that dress off of your ass in this match.

Again, several men in the crowd cheer at the prospect, but Aubrey’s cheeks grow red and she scowls at Krunk.

AJP: Pig. You are repulsive!

Krunk: Logan over there with his shades he stole from the dollar store a block away. I don't know why but I smell fish coming from that ring. DAMN! M&M smell like fish! No surprise, and I bet you Shane West over there can confirm that too. This is what I meant by you guys running around like you’re running this show, messing with the staff like you pay them! Shane doesn't work for you, but he works for the people!

The people of Peoria cheer once more, and Logan remains much more composed than Parker, who is livid from the comments, all the way at the ropes, screaming obscenities at Krunk that the microphones aren’t willing to pick up.

Krunk: I won't shove my foot up Logan's ass and take Aubrey down just yet, we can do that next in our match. You guys haven't broke any law in the book of Krunk yet, so I’ll let the action commence now, cause it doesn't look like I'll be getting a lap dance out here publicly...

...But I'll find some free time after the show so I can check you into the Krunk's Hotel.

Logan laughs into his microphone.

LA: Hilarious!

Logan lowers the mic and begins to clap. After a few moments he stops and raises the mic again.

LA: I'd take you seriously, if you were actually able to back up your words Krunk. You couldn't put your foot up my backside if bent over for you and held still. You'd probably miss and fall through the ropes... But... We're just entertaining the crowd here. And they enjoy it, right?

Logan weakly holds the microphone up but smirks, satisfied as the crowd cheers in response. Satisfied, Logan gives a nod.

LA: I figured. But look at you Krunk. You come out here and demand things from my partner. Looking for more freebies that you haven't earned.

I wouldn't expect much consideration from her though. So why don't you stop running your mouth and back up your words?

A dueling chant with many solidly in M&M’s corner and another in the corner of Krunk breaks out. The words that the fans are chanting become hard to distinguish and Krunk makes his way down to the ring, mouthing something up at Logan.

The arena starts to get really quiet as "Simple Man" By Lynyrd Skynyrd starts to hit the PA system. Vincent Pennington comes out from behind the curtain looking into the crowd and raises one arm up-- the arm containing the stolen APW North American Championship-- and lowers it back down, smirking up at those already in the ring.

Harris: Well, we finally have someone that’s ready for action-- but that’s NOT the champ!

West: No, but it’s the man that went toe to toe with Michael Lively last week and not only stood tall at the end of the show, but walked OUT of the arena with the North American Championship belt. If Pennington can be the last wrestler standing in twenty days, he will be the new champ.

Vincent quickly runs down the ramp and slides under the ring ropes. Krunk slides in after him a second later, running to a corner to play to the audience.

Paige: The following contest is our MAIN EVENT! It is a triple threat tag team match, scheduled for one fall. Already in the ring are the team of Aubrey J. Parker and Logan Alexander, M&M. Introducing their opponents, the team of Vincent ‘Hard-Knocks’ Pennington and Germaine ‘Krunk’ WILLIAAAAMMMMS!

Vincent hands the belt off to the referee with a devious grin and a chuckle. He turns to the nearest camera and starts to throw a flurry of punches, he then moves to the corner of the ring, joining Krunk.

Paige: And the opponents, the team of the Action Packed Wrestling NORTH American Champion, MICHAEL LIVELY, and SABBBURRRRRRR!

What seems like two lightening bolts ignite over the ring and travel across the arena striking either side of the entrance ramp. With contact a huge explosion engulfs the entrance with a blinding white light almost like a portal of heaven had just opened up. AFI's Misseria Cantare begins to serenade the shadow of Michael Lively standing at the top of the ramp with his arms outstretched in the I am JESUS pose. His head tilted sideways with a grin painted on his mug as he welcomes the shower of boo's from the crowd. With an arrogant swagger the man walks down the ramp absorbing the hatred, and flipping the fans off along the way. Lively stops near the bottom of the ramp and beckons somebody from the back-- revealing to a massive gasp of shock, awe, and negativity from the audience as Sabur emerges from the back, dressed in his wrestling gear allowing the world to see the massive man geared for action for the first time in years.

Harris: My God, these guys have their work cut out for them... Sabur doesn’t look like he’s playing around. He’s even coming down to the ring in the same fashion he would’ve if he were wrestling a match back in the day!

West: I think all of these men and women forgot what type of threat Michael Lively brought to the table tonight in Peoria. Sabur is a monster, and he’s seen the main card. He’s dueled with the best the APW has ever seen. Tonight, he looks hungry again.

Sabur’s wide eyes scan each and every single wrestler in the ring. There is an undertone of cheers from die-hard APW fans under the booming chorus of boos. Sabur finally jumps up onto the apron as Michael Lively runs forward and slides under the ropes. Lively springs to his feet and whips out his arms once more welcoming the roaring disapproval of the fans as a shower of blue sparks falls on him from over head, while Sabur stands behind him, an eerie grin on his face as his eyes drift toward Aubrey J. Parker. Aubrey takes a step back, a look of concern on her face as Sabur laughs.

West: This man... Cameras don’t do him justice.

Harris: Lively just brought a tank to a gun fight. These teams were bickering before but... The ring falls to Silence as Sabur climbs inside.

West: Lively and Sabur, versus Krunk and Pennington, versus M&M! Could this be a preview of things to come at One Night in Hell when the North American Title’s on the line?

Harris: Will it?!

West: Triple threat tag team match, this is YOUR main event for Monday Night Meltdown! It’s gonna be epic, it’s NEXT!

[Johnny Rebel]

West: All our competitors are in the ring. Let's get on with it folks!

Main Event
Triple Threat Tag Team Match
M&M (Aubrey J. Parker & Logan Alexander) vs Vincent “Hard-Knocks” Pennington & Germaine “Krunk” Williams vs Michael Lively & Sabur

The bell rings and the crowd whistles as Aubrey J. Parker starts off in the ring for M&M, strutting to the center in her dress and heels. She blows all four of the men in the other two corners a kiss and Peoria cheers the demonstration. All four men look amused, and Lively decides to start things off for his team, while Vincent Pennington starts things off for him, earning a deep “OOOOOOHHH” from the crowd.

West: Neither Aubrey J. Parker nor the North American Champion can like this decision by Pennington and Krunk.

Harris: Looks like we don’t have to wait too long to see the big guys in action!

West: All of these men targeted Aubrey when they addressed the main event this week. How smart is it to have her start off this match?

Harris: Haha, you’re in no position to question anything M&M does! They just gave you your job back, graciously!

West: Oh, yeah? Well, Lively’s going right after Pennington!

Michael Lively runs right after Vincent Pennington, but is knocked down hard with a Spinebuster. Lively arches his back and cries out in pain, immediately rolling away. Vincent Pennington points a finger at Parker and informs her that she’s ”done.” He strides toward her but receives a sharp kick to the thigh that brings Pennington unexpectedly to his knees. He starts to get up, but Parker nails him across the eye with a heel kick, leaving a long scrape across his face from the heel of her shoe! Pennington howls out in pain and throws his hands up to his face, collapsing to the mat. Peoria is on their feet in a deafening roar and Krunk looks at his tag team partner in shock and horror. Michael Lively gets to his feet, not bearing witness to the lacerating of Vincent Pennington. He charges Parker, and she leaps into the air to hit a Dropkick, catching him under the jaw with both heels. Lively clutches his face, gasping in deep breaths from the move.

Harris: What a heel!

West: Oh my God! She-- Parker could’ve just injured two men with those stunts.

Harris: Don’t get your panties in a bunch, she’s being asked to take them off. But look at Pennington’s face!

Parker removes her heels at the urging of the referee, but blows another kiss to the crowd as she does so, and tags Logan Alexander into the match. The camera briefly slows Pennington’s face which is quickly becoming a crimson mask.

West: She’s crazy...

Harris: SHANE, WATCH WHAT YOU SAY, SHANE WEST!

The crowd cheers as Logan hops into the ring and catches the returning Lively with a Dropkick of his own, knocking him down to his back. Pennington gets up and considers charging Parker but turns and deflects the oncoming Logan Alexander with a hard Shoulder Block that immediately neutralizes Logan’s speed. The angry Vincent Pennington Irish Whips Michael Lively against the ropes. Lively returns and attempts to counter Pennington’s Sidewalk Slam into a Headscissors Takedown, but Pennington catches him and drives him across his knee stomach-first with a Pendulum Gutbuster. Lively groans out in agony and Pennington jerks him right back to his feet, only to drill him to the canvas with a Clothesline. Pennington makes the pin.

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Harris: That’s why these triple threat matches are tricky, especially in a tag team environment.

The bloodied Pennington charges to his feet and takes Logan down with a Clothesline this time, pressing all of his weight down on Logan’s throat with an illegal choke. Logan struggles in the move for a few seconds but Michael Lively captures the distracted Pennington from behind with a Schoolboy Rollup.

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West: Here comes Germaine Williams, the man gravity forgot!

Harris: And now he’s in there with Logan. Sparks might fly here tonight!

Krunk drives Lively to the mat with a kick to the temple and then focuses on Logan who is back to his feet. He charges Logan for a Spinning Elbow, but Logan ducks under it and swiftly catches Krunk in a rear waist-lock, nailing him with a German Suplex, then rotates his hips and hits a second! As Logan lifts Krunk up for a third, Lively delivers a Spinning Heel Kick, adding to the momentum for a third German! Krunk remains folded like an accordian.

West: Some teamwork from Logan Alexander and Michael Lively!

Lively nails a Leg Drop to the back of Logan’s neck, driving him face-first to the mat before he can get up. Lively then dives on top of Krunk pin.

Harris: Aaaaaaand the teamwork’s over.

West: Lively with the cover!

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West: Krunk kicks out! And now Logan’s got Lively!

Logan delivers a Reverse DDT to Michael Lively and waits for Krunk to get to his feet before hitting him with a European Uppercut! Krunk reels and backs into his corner where Vincent Pennington tags himself back in. Logan doesn’t miss this and catches Krunk with a Reverse Atomic Drop and then a double-knee Lungblower to Krunk’s sternum! Meanwhile, Aubrey J. Parker hops up to the second rope and hits Pennington with a kick to the back of his head before dropping back to the apron. Pennington holds his head and turns briefly, but Logan Alexander already capitalizes by hopping up to the second rope and spring-boarding the short distance toward Pennington to hit a Swinging Neckbreaker! Pennington’s head hits the mat awkwardly and he rolls onto his stomach. Logan tries to roll him over for the pin, but he is hit from behind with a hard German Suplex from Krunk! Krunk exits the ring after scolding from the referee and Michael Lively slowly gets to his feet, grinning at his fallen opponents. He covers Logan Alexander, hooking the near leg.

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The crowd cheers but Michael Lively looks shocked. He crawls over to Vincent Pennington and covers him instead, hooking both legs.

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Pennington shoves Lively off of him with both arms, knocking Lively back several feet. Lively lands on his back and looks shocked at the strength of Pennington.

West: And Pennington may be back in this thing!

Harris: Listen to the people!

Crowd: ”WE WANT SA-BUR! WE WANT SA-BUR! WE WANT SA-BUR!”

Lively pays them no attention and runs to Pennington, who’s returning to his feet, hitting him with a hard knee across the temple. Lively drives his knee repeatedly into Pennington’s head and then lifts him up in a front facelock. Lively looks to be going for a Suplex, but Pennington plants his feet and lifts Lively in the Suplex position, dropping him rib-first across the top rope. He then kicks Lively in the sternum and Lively flips into the ring. Pennington hoists him up in a standing headscissors and goes for a Powerbomb, but Lively drops down behind him. Lively tries to hit a Bulldog, but Pennington captures him and throws him violently across the ring, into Logan Alexander who was returning to his feet! Logan is crushed beneath the incoming force of Lively and Lively groggily gets to his feet where Pennington grabs him across the throat-- but Lively kicks him in the midsection and drops him with a Stunner!

West: Lively with a Stunner to Vincent Pennington out of nowhere, and all three of these men look like they need to make a tag!

Harris: Logan and Pennington are the closest!

Logan Alexander pauses when he sees Aubrey eager to tag into the match and then obliges, slapping her hand and rolling out as Parker jumps into the ring. Meanwhile, Vincent Pennington allows Krunk to tag himself in and the crowd grows wild as Krunk and Aubrey meet up in the center of the ring. They mouth off at each other and Krunk shoves Aubrey’s face back, smirking at her. Aubrey smiles bitterly across the ring at Krunk-- and then pounces on him with a Thesz Press, hammering away with punches and forearms.

West: And here we go! The nautral, and the she-devil!

Harris: SHANE!

Aubrey is yanked off of Krunk by the hair by the recovered Michael Lively and thrown roughly to the mat. Lively sizes her up and waits for her to get to her feet-- before delivering the Pele Kick! Aubrey hits the mat roughly and Lively covers her lazily.

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Aubrey J. Parker gets the shoulder up to the delight of the crowd, but is visibly feeling the effects of the Pele Kick. Lively hoists her up and Irish Whips her across the ring. Aubrey returns and is driven to the mat with a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker. Lively covers her again while the Peoria crowd boos.

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Kickout! Lively shakes his head disapprovingly at Aubrey for kicking out and lifts her to her feet by the hair.

West: And now Lively’s just toying with her!

Harris: I thought you, of all people, would be approving of M&M’s mistreatment. If she can’t handle a few Backbreakers and kicks, maybe she shouldn’t be in here with the big dogs. Right?! I mean, she’s wrestling in a dress.

West: The dress is to prove a point, and now Lively’s got her up, and he’s going for the Super Kick!

Aubrey ducks under the kick at the last moment and captures Lively’s leg, bringing him down into the Japanese Leg Bar, the Sugar & Spice! Peoria roars as Aubrey locks the submission in out of nowhere, and Lively desperately reaches all around the ring for the ropes. For ten seconds he suffers in the hold while the Illinois crowd screams in approval, but soon Aubrey is stopped with a Springboard Diving Elbow to the heart by Krunk!

West: Krunk out of nowhere-- I didn’t even see him leave the ring! And here’s the cover!

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Parker kicks out!

Logan Alexander applauds from the apron and Krunk yells into Aubrey’s face as he lifts her up and Irish Whips her across the ring. As she returns, Krunk goes for a Shining Wizard, but Parker blocks it, catching his leg and capturing him in the Happy Crab, a Torture Crab-esque submission maneuver! She holds both of Krunk’s legs and drives her knee into his spine to add pressure to the move. Krunk cries out in pain, and crawls to the ropes, but similar to Krunk earlier, Lively rolls out to the apron. He attempts to hit Parker with a Springboard Flipping Clothesline, but Aubrey breaks the hold at the last second and leaps into the air to catch Lively with a Single-Knee Facebuster! Parker rolls Lively over for the cover and every member in the audience seems to count along!

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Krunk rips Aubrey off of Lively and catches her with a Shoot Kick as she tries to get to her feet. Aubrey hits the ground roughly and Krunk yanks her up by her arm. He throws Parker into the corner and charges her, diving between the top and middle while grabbing her arm to execute a Rope Hung Crucifix Arm-Breaker and subsequent Arm Lock! Parker shrieks in absolute pain as Krunk jerks his body, adding pressure to the move.

West: My God. He’s-- Krunk’s gonna snap her arm!

Harris: Not if Logan Alexander has anything to say about it!

Logan runs across the apron and catches Krunk with a Spear! Krunk is knocked out of mid-air and hits the steel post back-first. Both men spill to the floor on the outside and the crowd goes wild.

Harris: Holy crap! Chaos! I love it!

On the outside, Logan stirs first and starts to crawl back toward his corner, but Vincent Pennington grabs him from behind, lifting him high above his head to hit a Military Press Slam onto the announce table. Logan lands in front of the announcers, but rolls back onto the floor while Pennington helps Krunk to his feet.

Meanwhile in the ring, Parker is struggling to get to her feet while Lively climbs to his, clutching his nose. He staggers over to her and catches her with a forearm to the head. Aubrey falls against the ropes and rebounds into what appears to be the beginnings of a Samoan Drop, but she drops down behind him and tries to hit him with a Neckbreaker, but Lively reverses it with an elbow to the gut followed by a Back Suplex! Parker groans as she hits the mat and both of them return to their feet. Lively nails a Jawbreaker and Parker clutches her jaw, falling back. Once more, Lively goes to hit Parker with a Super Kick, but this time she catches his leg and sweeps his foot out from beneath him. She appears to be going for the Sugar & Spice Leg Bar again, but Lively kicks her into the ropes with his free foot. She rebounds into an attempted Small Package, but she rolls through and both climb to their feet one more time. An exhausted and hurt Parker runs at Lively and jumps up, nailing her finishing maneuver, the leaping Reverse STO!

Harris: Makeunder! Aubrey J. Parker just hit the Makeunder!

West: All she has to do is pin Michael Lively and M&M secures this win!

Parker groggily tries to crawl for the cover but Lively rolls... and rolls... all the way to his corner where Sabur reaches down over the top rope and tags his outstretched hand. The arena reacts in a loud mixed reaction. Parker’s eyes slowly travel upward, with her mouth open and silent, but her eyes wide.

West: Oh my God...

Harris: Parker needs to get out of there!

The camera pans out and we see the opportunistic Krunk climb to the top turnbuckle and dive toward Sabur as soon as the big man turns around. He goes for a Dragonrana to the delight of Peoria, but Sabur catches him. Sabur drives Krunk down to the mat with a sit-out Powerbomb without hesitation!

Harris: SABUR MAY HAVE JUST BROKEN KRUNK’S BACK!

Aubrey runs at Sabur and hits a hard knee to his jaw a Sabur climbs to his feet, and Sabur stumbles back. The crowd cheers for Parker as she hits him with a roundhouse to the other side of the head! Sabur grabs the ropes to steady himself and Parker jumps up, wrapping her legs around his head for a headscissors takedown, but Sabur easily throws Parker up onto his shoulders, shaking off the daze from her strikes, and slams her to the mat with a Death Valley Driver. Parker goes limp as she hits the mat and Peoria boos loudly. Logan Alexander looks at Parker in shock and enters the ring. He charges right at Sabur, but Sabur deflects Logan with a Super Kick, which is enough to send Logan back nearly two feet! Logan rolls out of the ring on one side, while Aubrey rolls out on the other. Sabur then turns his attention back to Krunk, who crawls to his corner and tags in Vincent Pennington.

Harris: Business has picked up!

West: And now the big men get to do battle, with no interruption! Every other competitor is down!

Vincent is the first out of the two to charge, and clobbers Sabur with an elbow to the jaw. The two exchange right hands for several seconds and then both men hit the ropes with Vincent going for a Clothesline, but Sabur hits a Spear! Pennington clutches his ribs and coughs from pain, blood still running down his face, but is up within seconds. Sabur applauds mockingly and goes for a Lariat, which Pennington blocks! He hits Sabur with a boot to the midsection and nails a T-Bone Suplex! Sabur is surprised by the move, but not necessarily injured. He gets up to his feet and Vincent charges him, hitting a Big Boot!

West: That one may have knocked some teeth loose!

Meanwhile, Logan Alexander has guided the disoriented Aubrey J. Parker toward their corner, but remains on the outside of the ring with her. Lively comes to on the ring apron and grins as he sees Sabur climbing back to his feet, fighting Pennington off again. Sabur takes Pennington to the ground with a Clothesline and sets him up for a Powerbomb, but Pennington pulls himself free and hits Sabur with a Running DDT! He goes for the pin.

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Harris: I don’t know what it’s gonna take to put Sabur away!

West: Probably a collaborative effort from all of Lively’s Elimination Chamber opponents-- but that seems highly unlikely!

Vincent Pennington and Sabur both reach their feet, and Sabur rakes the eyes! The referee scolds him, but cannot disqualify him in the confines of a triple threat! Sabur hits Pennington with a clubbing blow to the back of the head and lifts him up, driving him down with a Brainbuster! Meanwhile, Parker rolls back into the ring just long enough to tag in Logan Alexander, and then rolls out to the apron again, but Sabur fails to notice this. He pins Pennington.

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Broken up by Krunk! Krunk waits for Sabur to get to his feet and then nails a Rolling Wheel Kick, catching Sabur and knocking him straight to the canvas! Michael Lively climbs into the ring and takes Krunk down with a Running Enziguiri! Krunk hits the mat but Pennington climbs to his feet and catches Lively by his hair and his tights, throwing him over the top rope to the outside! Krunk then climbs to his feet and runs, using Sabur as a platform to leap over the top rope and hit a Corkscrew Moonsault to the outside, taking Lively down!

West: Williams goes right after the champ!

Harris: What a move by Krunk!

West: This is what a victory, just in this tag match, means to these people!

Pennington lifts Sabur up and shakily holds him above his head, parading with the big man above his head in the Gorilla Press position... and then slams him down after eight seconds!

West: Vincent Pennington--

Harris: FREAK of nature!

Logan Alexander approaches the center of the ring and the crowd roars. On the ouside, Krunk returns to his feet and points at Logan accusingly. Pennington spins around and smirks as he sees the smaller Logan Alexander standing across from him. Pennington tells him to come forward for a lockup, and Logan obliges. Pennington goes to initiate the collar-and-elbow tie up but Logan hits him with a knee to the gut and drops down to nail an up-kick, driving the sole of his boot into Pennington’s already injured face! Pennington cries out but grabs at Logan, only for Logan to grab his arm and then pull his head down into a Triangle Choke! Logan looks all around the ring as he captures Pennington in the hold. Krunk climbs up to the apron and Logan immediately lets go. He runs to the apron, but Krunk drops down to the floor.

Harris: Wise move.

Krunk makes his way back to his corner and Logan turns around and hits Pennington with an Enziguiri, knocking Pennington down to one knee, where he then falls victim to a Snap DDT! Logan covers Vincent Pennington.

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West: What a match!

Harris: Don’t take your eyes off Sabur!

Sabur returns to his feet and takes Logan with with an Axe Handle while Pennington rolls to his corner and tags in Krunk. Krunk climbs into the ring and charges Sabur, but Sabur dismisses him with a Back Body Drop! Krunk hits the mat hard and he scrambles back to his feet, where Sabur catches him with a hard Clothesline! Krunk rolls over his shoulders and onto his stomach. Sabur turns around and charges Logan, but Logan nails the falling cutter-- the Stryke Force on Sabur! Sabur bounces off of the mat dazed and the crowd roars as Logan covers the big man after his finishing maneuver.

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Krunk rips Logan off of Sabur. Logan jumps to his feet and takes Krunk down with a double-leg takedown. He catches Krunk with a forearm to the mouth, but Krunk hits Logan with an elbow to the bridge of the nose. Logan is dazed as he climbs back to his feet and Krunk kips up to both feet, taking Logan down with a Dropkick! Krunk hoists Logan up and delivers a Snap Suplex. He rolls over, grapevining the far leg and hooking the near leg for the pin!

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Harris: And Logan Alexander gets out of that by the skin of his teeth!

West: Sabur just tagged in Michael Lively!

Harris: I think Krunk knows! He’s trying to put Logan away here with a Russian Leg Sweep!

Logan elbows Krunk out of it, and Logan nails a Forward Russian Leg Sweep, dropping Krunk face-first to the mat! Michael Lively runs into the ring and takes Logan down with a high knee! Logan crashes to the mat-- but Michael Lively is taken to the mat from behind by Vincent Pennington who knocks him down with a Clothesline! The crowd roars, however, as Sabur climbs to his feet behind Pennington. Pennington turns around into a kick to the gut, followed by a sit-out Powerbomb!

West: Pennington! Driven!

Harris: And that’s GOT to be punishment for stealing the championship belt!

Sabur looks with a grin at the fallen Pennington, but the crowd roars as we see something ascending to the top turnbuckle behind Sabur. Sabur turns around, and sees Parker on the top rope. He laughs and motions for her to come down-- but suddenly, Logan Alexander takes Sabur down from behind with a Chop Block! Sabur drops down to one knee, and Parker leaps from the top, hitting a Flying Shining Wizard to Sabur! Sabur is driven hard to the canvas and Logan nods toward Krunk.

Crowd: ”M-&-M! M-&-M! M-&-M!”

Harris: M&M is about to give Krunk exactly what they think he deserves!

West: Krunk’s gotta look out!

Krunk staggers to his feet and Logan lifts him up for a Flapjack while Parker runs, leas up, and hits the Makeunder, that leaping reverse STO to complete the “Full Facial!” Krunk’s head is smashed into the canvas and Krunk rolls over onto his back. Logan prepares to cover him, but out of nowhere, Michael Lively throws Parker out of the ring by her hair. Logan spins around and Lively nails him with a Super Kick! Logan falls to the mat and Lively pins Germaine “Krunk” Williams.

West: Lively’s gonna steal it!

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West: No!

Harris: Haha, that’s why he’s the CHAMP!

Winners: Michael Lively & Sabur

Paige: And here are your winners, the team of Michael Lively and Sabur!

Lively wastes no time to gloat. He grabs the North American Title from the timekeeper, and holds it. He hugs it close to his chest and stumbles all the way over to Sabur, who is dazed and climbing to his feet on the outside.

He pats Sabur rapidly and says they need to get out of dodge, and Sabur manages to regain enough composure to follow Lively up the ramp. Meanwhile in the ring, Vincent Pennington has gotten to his feet and glares down at both Krunk and Logan, who are stirring in the ring. Aubrey J. Parker climbs up onto the apron and looks worriedly as Pennington makes his way over to two.

West: What’s Pennington thinking?

Harris: Maybe we should just get security out here NOW, eh?

Pennington rips Krunk off the canvas and lifts him above his head, going for a Gorilla Press Slam, but Krunk drops down behind Pennington and rolls out of the ring, getting out of dodge. Pennington glares at him, but Krunk simply shakes his head and backs up the ramp.

West: Well, Krunk got out of there!

Logan Alexander groggily gets to his feet and Pennington takes him down with a Big Boot! The crowd reacts in a loud mixed reaction, with many booing Pennington’s actions, but a few in the crowd cheering the destruction of another Megastar. Pennington lifts Logan up and lifts him up onto his shoulders.

Harris: He’s gonna hit Logan with the Hard-Knocks!

West: This move could really hurt somebody, Vincent, don’t!

Pennington turns and seems to be ready to drop Pennington with the Tombstone Piledriver portion of the Hard-Knocks, but drops him as he sees Parker climb into the ring. She yells for Pennington to drop Logan, and then runs at him. Pennington charges Parker and hits her with a Spear! The impact carries Parker through the air and she hits the mat, the back of her head slamming into the bottom turnbuckle! Parker goes limp and her eyes close as she goes unconscious from the impact.

Peoria boos loudly and Pennington pulls himself to his feet, his eyes wide as he realizes what he did. Logan climbs to his feet and Pennington exits the ring, making his way up the ramp. Krunk stands at the top wide-eyed, but he steps into the back before Pennington turns around.

West: Oh no. I think... I think Parker’s hurt.

Harris: The back of her head just hit that turnbuckle-- she’s out. Pennington knocked her out.

Logan Alexander kneels over Parker, looking panicked. He calls for help from the back. Within seconds, referees and medics head to the ring while Logan continues to check on the unconscious Parker.

West: Things aren’t looking good for M&M.

Harris: This Pennington Problem is just getting worse!

West: He didn’t do it on purpose, Dick.

Harris: HAH! Right...

We fade to black as the medics continue to check on Aubrey J. Parker with Logan Alexander now on his feet, glaring toward Vincent Pennington, who just stands at the top of the ramp with a somewhat ashamed, somewhat frustrated look on his face.