Overdrive - Yokohama, Japan (10/11/12)

[President Jeff]

The scene opens with President Jeff in his office on the phone

Jeff: Hey Man, how you doin?

Jeff listens to the person

Jeff: You just got off the plane? That’s great. Listen, I have a limo there waiting for you to bring you to the arena.

Jeff listens

Jeff: Excellent. Alright, call me when your near the arena. I’ll have the paper work waiting. Talk to you later.

Jeff hangs up the phone. The camera zooms in on his face as he smiles and we cut to the Overdrive Intro video.

Pyro shoots from the stage as the camera pans across the sounds, highlighting the various signs, which include "''Kurt Noble is a quarter past crazy!'' James and Sam, Sitting in a tree, K-I-SS-I-N-G and "AJP makes Knuckles rock hard". The camera snaps to Johnny Chase and Darren Harvey at the commentating table.

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

Chase: This is the Go Home show for One Night in Hell

Harvey: We have 4 matches scheduled tonight and they are all huge

Chase: We will see a rematch from Mayhem as CJ Gates and Kurt Noble face each other!

Harvey: Also tonight, a 6 man tag team match.

Chase: And our main event. The Undisputed Champion, Terry Marvin, takes on former Undusputed Champion, Biggs

Harvey: This match could be a preview of whats to come at One Night in Hell in the elimination Chamber match!

Chase: And lets not forget, Who was the person President Jeff was talking to??

“Praise” by Sevendust hits the PA.

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

Dionysus steps out from the back to a warm reception from the crowd. Dionysus bounces on his toes for a few seconds, thumping his chest twice before pacing down to the ring and touching the outstretched hands of the fans in the front. He rolls into the ring and throws both his arms into the air and gets a pop from the crowd before taking a position in one of the corners.

Harvey: My sources in the back tell me there are one or two questions being asked of the former Xtreme Champion.

Chase: About how he can get a personality exchange?

Harvey: No, but it’s felt one or two people are questioning whether Dionysus has what it takes to compete at this level anymore.

Chase: I can answer that question now if you like.

Harvey: The fact is, Dionysus has lost his last five matches, a run stretching back to May.

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. 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.

Paige: His opponent: from London, England; weighing 245lbs, he is ‘The Patron Saint of Wrestling’...KEATON SAINT!

John Dionysus vs. Keaton Saint

The bell sounds to begin the match, but is barely heard such is the level of noise from the Japanese crowd. Saint and Dionysus circle each other until they have swapped positions, coming together in the middle of the ring for a collar-elbow tie, which goes back and forth several times but draws no definite winner, and the pressure exerted by both men eventually acting as the force to break the hold. A little bit more circling and they come together, but this time the outcomes is Saint swiftly putting Dionysus into a side headlock. The former Xtreme Champion is quick to escape though and back off Saint. Saint follows him and offers his arm for another tie-up, but upon taking Saint’s hand Dionysus quickly puts him into a hammerlock, which he transitions into a side headlock of his own.

Harvey: You may or not be aware of this folks, but this is actually a battle between current Champions.

Chase: Have you forgotten to take your pills again? Neither of these losers has APW gold.

Harvey: I didn’t say anything about them being APW Champions – this is a battle between CWC Champions: the Hardcore Champion, Saint, versus the South American Champion, Dionysus.

In the ring Dionysus manages to maintain the headlock on Saint, cranking the pressure on Saint’s neck every time he tries struggle free. Saint decides to change tactic and run Dionysus into the ropes, hoping the momentum will break the hold, but as they bounce off the ropes, with a bit of a struggle, Dionysus remains in control of his opponent. Saint manages to shift his hips slightly to give himself some leverage to deliver a few blows to the lower back of Dionysus. This causes the grip of the headlock to loosen, and allows Saint to shift the momentum and counter Dionysus’ hold with a back suplex.

Harvey: Johnny, it testifies to the strength of the current APW roster that we’re opening the show with a bout of this quality. Any in most organisations this bout would top the bill every night of the week.

Chase: Then I’m thankful we’ve got such incredible talent like Terry Marvin and Level-One.

Both men get to their feet, Dionysus rubbing behind his shoulders, still showing the effects of the suplex from Saint. Again they circle each other and come together after a half rotation for a tie-up. This time Dionysus puts a bit more into it and with a roar he manages to push Saint back onto the ropes, then freeing his right arm he starts to pound Saint’s body with uppercuts, the fourth one knocking Saint off balance and causing him to drop to his knees. Dionysus runs against the ropes and connects with a running knee smash facebreaker on Saint that flips the Englishman onto his back. Dionysus follows this up with a standing elbow drop to the chest, then hooks the legs for the first cover of the match...

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Saint kicks out.

Dionysus lifts Saint to his feet and whips him across the ring into a turnbuckle, following through with a running high knee to the face. Saint stumbles out of the turnbuckle, turns groggily towards Dionysus and is flattened by a burning lariat.

Harvey: What sickening impact. Dionysus would break an ordinary person’s neck with the power of that lariat.

Chase: I’m liking this intensity from Dionysus in the ring, it’s just a shame he’s such a ass-kissing sook most of the time.

Dionysus decides against a cover this time, instead lifting Saint into a chinlock and driving a knee into the back of Saint’s knee to give Dionysus a lever by means of which the pressure on Saint’s neck is increased exponentially.

Harvey: Dionysus targeting the neck of Saint here; an obvious tactic I would think considering The Midas Touch is a move that impacts the neck.

Chase: I would have thought it’s obvious beating Keaton Saint these days – just watch all those videos of how Terry Marvin beat him EVERY time.

Harvey: Somehow I doubt buying referees and resorting to any means necessary is part of Dionysus playbook.

Chase: Yeah, and I guess that’s why Terry Marvin is the Undisputed Champion, and these two are, well, nothing.

Dionysus decides to lift Saint to his feet into a sleeper hold, but Saint counters by driving backwards and slamming Dionysus against a turnbuckle. Dionysus still has the sleeper hold locked in, so Saint drives an elbow backwards into Dionysus ribs and counters with a rolling snapmare, reversing their positions and giving Saint the opportunity to try and lock in the Keaton Clutch.

Harvey: Saint looking to end this one early.

But Dionysus wriggles free and rolling onto his back he kicks out and connects with Saint’s gut, buying Dionysus some time to get completely free. Dionysus gets to his feet, Saint bounces off the ropes and tries to catch Dionysus cold, but Dionysus sidesteps and grabs Saint into another sleeper hold. Saint tries to struggle free, but he is focussed on trying to prise away Dionysus’ muscular arms. Changing the point of attack Saint counters with an another backwards thrust of his elbow, then spins and nails Dionysus with a forearm smash to the face. With Dionysus caught by surprise, Saint pulls him down into an armbreaker. Dionysus rolls away towards the ropes, Saint, again using the ropes for extra momentum, charges across the ring and connects with a baseball slide that pushes Dionysus under the bottom rope and off the ring apron to the floor.

Harvey: High impact action from both men, now Saint off the ropes and over the top looking for a cross body...

But Dionysus catches him in mid-air and drives Saint at an angle with a spinebuster on the outside. Saint immediately turns onto his belly, his hand immediately moving towards the pain in his neck from the impact of the angled slam; Dionysus takes the opportunity to get his own breath back.

Harvey: The high risk from Saint really didn’t pay off, and once again Dionysus able to target that neck and back area.

Chase: And you know what that means, right? If Saint can’t even support his own weight on his own two legs, how is he going to be able to pull off the Paragon Backbreaker?

Harvey: I think you’re right, and Dionysus may have learnt from his previous loss to Saint at Test For The Best.

In the meantime the ref has begun a count-out, and by the time he reaches five Dionysus has Saint back on his feet and rolls him under the bottom rope into the ring. Dionysus gets into the ring himself and with Saint lying face down on the mat Dionysus ties him up with a hammerlock, using his other arm to shank back Saint’s head in a hammerlock/chinlock combination. The ref down by Saint’s face, asking if he wants to end it, but Saint resists and after ten seconds Dionysus releases the hold. Dionysus gets back to his feet and circles around Saint as he starts to sluggishly get to his knees. Dionysus bends down and helps Saint up, wrapping Saint’s own arm around his throat, Dionysus lifts Saint into the cutthroat rack position.

Harvey: Dionysus looking for The Midas Touch...he could be moments away from a huge win.

But Dionysus puts a bit too much into the lift and Saint is able to ride through it and land on his feet behind Dionysus. The former Xtreme Champion turns and Saint dropkicks him towards the ropes. Dionysus bounces back and swings an arm, Saint ducks and looks for the Aztec suplex, but Dionysus counters with two backwards elbows, then spins and connects with a stunning roundhouse Enziguri. Saint sinks to his knees, Dionysus gets up quickly and runs a knee right into the side of Saint’s head.

Harvey: And just like that Dionysus takes charge of the match...here’s cover...one, two,thre-NO! Saint throws up a shoulder.

Chase: You see, Harvmeister, if only Dionysus had spoken to that good man Felipe DeLoren, he may have got a Sindicate-qualified referee who knows how to count to three without thinking about it.

Harvey: You saying the count was slow?

Chase: I’m just sayin’.

Dionysus sits Saint up and locks in a sitting sleeper hold while he contemplates his next move. After a few seconds Dionysus lifts Saint to his feet and whips him against the ropes and charges right through Saint with a shoulder block. Dionysus stands over Saint as he slowly starts to climb to his feet, but before he can get right back to his feet Dionysus wraps his arms around Saint and launches him across the ring with his signature belly to belly arm trap suplex. Dionysus scrambles across and makes another cover...

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Harvey: A fraction of a second longer and the victory would have been Dionysus’. He’s throwing everything at Keaton Saint, but he just can’t put him away.

Chase: Chapter three.

Harvey: What?

Chase: Chapter three.

Harvey: I heard that, but what does it mean?

Chase: *sighs* Chapter three of Terry Marvin’s unofficial biography.

Harvey: What about it?

Chase: He should have read it.

Harvey: Who?

Chase: Dionysus.

Again Dionysus lifts Saint, this time whipping him against the ropes, but this time Saint leaps through the air and takes Dionysus down with a cross body. Both men get to their feet, Saint reacts quickest and drops Dionysus with an arm drag. Dionysus is up quickly and swings a lazy arm, but Saint ducks under it and plants Dionysus with the Paragon DDT, rolling through for the necklock. Every Keaton Saint mark in attendance goes wild.

Harvey: This could be it...if Saint gets that neck lock synched in, there will be nowhere to go for Dionysus.

Chase: I smell yella’ right here.

But Saint is unable to get the neck lock quite synched in and Dionysus is able to gets his arms underneath Saint and lift him into the air. Dionysus makes straight for a turnbuckle and slams Saint into it, releasing his hold on Dionysus. As Saint, slightly winded, steps out from the turnbuckle Dionysus grabs him and delivers the Cerebral Bore, making a cover...

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Kickout!

The fans of Dionysus’ cheers turn to groans, and every Saint mark pops at this latest kickout. Dionysus leans back on his haunches and looks up to the heavens. Dionysus gets back to his feet and tries to whip Saint into the ropes, but Saint reverses and floors Dionysus with a sweeping leg kick. Saint grabs Dionysus and tries to lift him up for the Paragon Backbreaker, but Dionysus is able to use his weight to counter into a reverse facelock. From this position Dionysus manages to get Saint onto his shoulders, but not quite as Saint slides off and pushes Dionysus onto the ropes.

Harvey: The fans are on the edge of their seats here, both men tiring, both men looking for a decisive move.

Chase: Both men showing jaw-dropping ineptitude at getting the job done.

Saint charges in at Dionysus, but the former Xtreme Champ ducks down and catches Saint with a shoulder thrust. This doubles Saint over and again Dionysus lifts Saint into a cutthroat rack, but instead of completing The Midas Touch there and then Dionysus heads towards the turnbuckle.

Harvey: Dionysus had his chance there, but what is he doing?

He starts climbing to the top rope with Saint still in the The Midas Touch set-up.

Chase: Yes! Do it!

Harvey: I think Dionysus is going to give Saint the piledriver from the top rope. This could break Saint’s neck in half.

But on the top rope Dionysus slips slightly and this allows Saint to free himself as Dionysus has to right his balance. Saint lands behind Dionysus on the second rope, and quickly delivers a devastating German suplex to Dionysus from the second rope.

Harvey: OH MY LORD! The ring is still shaking from the move. Keaton Saint may have just suplexed John Dionysus to the very gates of Hell itself!

Saint crawls over and covers Dionysus...

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Harvey: How did he do it! Dionysus somehow found enough to kick out.

Saint sits up and a wry smile appears on his face. He rolls to the ropes and uses them to get to his feet. As Dionysus begins to stir, Saint is able to pounce and lands the Paragon Backbreaker in the middle of the ring. Saint covers again, this time hooking the legs back...

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Winner: Keaton Saint

Harvey: That’s that. A massive win for Keaton Saint; what a tough competitor he is. He survived all Dionysus had to offer and came back to win.

Saint gets to his feet as the sound of ‘Cold War’ is heard inside the Japanese arena. He raises his arms in the air, then as Dionysus begins to stir Saint helps him to his feet. They exchange a nod, shake hands and get a huge pop from the crowd.

Harvey: In a business where respect and honour is conspicuous by its absence, these two men share an abundance of it for each other and for this sport.

Chase: They make me sick, the pair of ‘em. Sanctimonious ass-kissers.

Dionysus rolls out of the ring to allow Keaton Saint have his moment, but the camera remains focussed on Dionysus as Harvey sums up.

Harvey: Dionysus’ losing streak continues; he gave it his all tonight, but you again have to ask yourself ‘where next’ for the former Xtreme Champ as he chases that elusive win.

The scene opens up inside the locker room of Terry Marvin where the Undisputed champion can be seen watching the goings-on of the show on a monitor. There's a knock at the door and after a few moments, C.J. Gates walks into the scene. The two men glare at each other before Marvin breaks out into a smirk.

Terry Marvin: C.J., what can I do for you? How are you feeling? You look a bit better than you did last week.

C.J. Gates: That's actually what I'm here for. After what happened last week, I wanted to come by and say thanks for making sure Kurt Noble didn't take my head off with that chair.

Terry Marvin: No need to apologize. When it comes to Kurt Noble, we've all got to stand against him as one if we want to survive. I just hope that now you understand that I wasn't just talking to hear my own voice during that intervention.

Gates nods slightly.

C.J. Gates: I knew there was some weight to it when you mentioned it, but after what he did, I know that it's true.

Terry Marvin: Too bad it took you that much longer to come to that conclusion.

Marvin pats Gates on the shoulder.

Terry Marvin: And don't worry about tonight. I'll keep my eye out during your match for any signs of distress, and if there's a hint that Noble is going to go bat shit, then I will have your back.

C.J. Gates: Thanks.

Marvin lowers his arm and turns back to the monitor.

C.J. Gates: But I won't be expecting it. After all, come One Night in Hell, everyone's more or less on their own once we step into that Elimination chamber, right? No sense for me to be always expecting your help.

Terry Marvin: Except you and Biggs.

Marvin turns back around.

Terry Marvin: The two of you did agree to watch each others backs, right?

C.J. Gates: Of course. You and Level One are doing the same, as are Kurt Noble and Chris Hart, no matter how crazy he is. We've all got someone that has agreed to watch our backs but when it comes down to it, how well can we trust that person? How do we know they don't have other agendas? We don't and because of that, everyone is more or less on their own.

Gates smiles at Marvin.

C.J. Gates: Thanks again for last week.

Gates then turns and exits the locker room as the scene fades back to another part of the arena

We head backstage and see Cindy Shannon standing by two special men - special in their own ways that is. To the right of Cindy one of the greatest professional wrestlers in APW stands tall and to the left a short and stubby half man by the name of Mr. Dangerous who looks disorientated by the bright lights and new found famedom.

Cindy Shannon: Level-One over the past few weeks Terry Marvin has seemingly tried to change your perception in the eyes of the fans but as seen on Meltdown one has to ask; have you changed at all?

The crowd in the arena watching the APWtron begin to boo.

This bold question catches Level-One off guard as he pulls away from Cindy Shannon trying to contain his anger. He takes a deep breath before smiling at her.

Level-One: Cindy Shannon did I smack your ass and tell you to get down on all fours at ALL during this interview?

Cindy Shannon: Um, no?

His sarcastic smile fades.

Level-One: Then you have your goddamned answer you big mouthed, twit! I am not going to sit here and have my character assassinated because I refuse to treat you like the classless women you portray on television, Cindy! I know that somewhere out there you have a mother, a father, a brother or even a highly attractive sister that I may or may not be interested in – watching this interview right now and I’m not going allow you to disgrace them. After all, I’m sure there all fans of me aren't they, Cindy?

Cindy Shannon looks at Level-One with disgust and scoffs as she turns to Mr. Dangerous and smiles.

Cindy Shannon: Moving on, Mr. Dangerous… how does it feel to???

Level-One grabs Cindy Shannon’s hand and directs it back to his mouth aggressively cutting her question short. The crowd continues to boo as they watch the scene in the arena.

Level-One: You don’t ask him questions while I am standing here! What the hell is wrong with you Cindy Shannon!? You have a once in a life time opportunity to get into the mind of the first soon to be 5 time APW Undisputed champion a mere few weeks before it occurs and you choose to ask HIM questions!? Listen here, twit. It may have been an amazing feat accomplished by Mr. Dangerous to pin Vannah White in the manner that he did and while he certainly earned his spot in the elimination chamber because of it – let’s not go crazy, alright? Each and every one of these mega stars in this match are nothing more than secondary characters; they are the mere background images that will set the scene for my marvelous victory at one night in hell!

Cindy Shannon grabs onto her earpiece. She nods her head up and down as Level-One stares at her with a great deal of concern.

Cindy Shannon: Level-One, I am getting word that President Jeff is about to issue an official statement regarding Mr. Dangerous entrance into the match. Does this worry you? The blogosphere has been on fire saying that Mr. Dangerous is not worthy of a spot in the chamber.

Level-One: That is ridiculous! Mr. Dangerous has been tripping and falling his way towards this match – this special this moment – LONGER and in BETTER STYLE then Chris Hart himself has! So now what? President Jeff is going to issue a statement to tarnish this man’s hard work!? Well, on the behalf of Mr. Dangerous hundreds of loyal fans we are going to march into his office and DO something about it, right now!

Level-One walks away from Cindy Shannon and smacks Mr. Dangerous across the head as a way to get him to pay attention and follow along. Cindy Shannon hustles close behind as they take a long walk down hallway until they reach his office. Mr. Dangerous knocks on the door but Level-One merely kicks it open and barges in!

President Jeff: What the hell are you doing!

President Jeff stumbles to his feet in a hurry as he and Level-One meet face to face with Mr. Dangerous cowering close behind. The stare down is intense but Level-One raises his hands in defense.

Level-One: Hey man… this was all Cindy Shannon’s idea!

Cindy Shannon: Was not!

Cindy Shannon sticks out her tongue as Level-One rolls his eyes and postures up.

Level-One: Look Jeff, it’s your job to make the big calls around here and there is no bigger call you can make at this point other than giving Mr. Dangerous the rightful title shot he so very much deserves. He may not be a former undisputed champion like the rest of us in this match but he sure as hell as the heart of a champion and that has to count for something! I mean think about it… these fans? They love me but do you know what they love the most? The underdog! And there is NO greater underdog story then Mr. Dangerous stepping into that chamber of death and walking out the sole survivor!

President Jeff shakes his head side to side.

President Jeff: No! I know what you’re trying to do Level-One and I am not going to let you get away with it. You are not going to undermine the elimination chamber nor will you the integrity of the APW by allowing ‘’Meltdown’s so called finest’’ a spot in this match. Anyone on this roster would more deserving then him!

Level-One: Wait, even Nick Watson!?

President Jeff: Even Nick Watson!

Level-One clinches his teeth and points a finger in Jeff’s face.

Level-One: Well, if that’s the case you better increase your workload and get cracking because at the end of the night if you can’t find a sole willing to step into the hell with five of APW’s finest – then the blood of Mr. Dangerous is going to be all over your fucking hands. See you later, boss.

Level-One mean mugs President Jeff before he turns around and grabs Mr. Dangerous by the back of his head dragging him out of his office by the way of force. Cindy Shannon waves goodbye at President Jeff and follows their way out while President Jeff is left to do nothing but reflect…

[President Jeff]

We cut to the back, where the city of Yokohama boos loudly at the mere presence of our Xtreme Champion, Evan Envi. Evan is in the midst of a phone conversation, his face already beat-red from frustration.

Evan: If you had any ounce of respect for me or this business, you'd turn around right now. You won't come to the arena, and you won't call me back. We--

Evan's eyes widen as the person on the other line responds.

Evan: We have nothing to discuss! I'm on Overdrive-- you're on Meltdown. There's a reason for that, and it's because I deserve to be here. I--

Evan throws a hand to his face and murmurs to himself before screaming into the phone.

Evan: If I even see you cruise PAST the damn arena parking lot, I will not be held accountable for what HAPPENS to you! I will put my hands on you. Turn. Around.

Evan hangs up the phone and turns, prepared to walk down the corridor, but he is blocked by a perplexed Shane West. Shane looks excited at the prospect of getting to the bottom of what transpired.

Shane West: Evan! If you, uh... Don't mind me asking...

Evan slides the phone into his pocket and leans close to West, glaring.

Evan: I mind.

West continues to stand there, microphone in hand. After a few seconds of awkward silence, he seems prepared to inquire Evan anyway.

Evan: That means leave.

After another moment of silence, Shane West, albeit shunned, begins to walk off when we see John Dionysus walking down the corridor, the symptoms of his match with Keaton Saint earlier tonight evident.

West: Ah, John Dionysus. Could I stop you for a quick chat?

Dionysus stops, giving a nod in greeting to Evan Envi, who turns his head away.

Dionysus: Well I was looking for Evan anyway, so I see no problem.

The mention of his name grabs Evan’s attention.

Evan: You were looking for me?

Evan shifts back a half step, throwing up his guard immediately. Shane West cuts in with a question.

West: I guess the question on everybody’s lips, John, is where do you go from here? Three weeks back, three matches, three losses. It doesn’t look good.

Evan: Hmhmhm...

Evan smirks to himself, and looks away again as John's eyes drift toward him.

Dionysus: You’re right Shane. I hate losing as much as the next guy, but sometimes you have to admit the other guy was better than you on the night. Tonight I was up against a wrestler I consider to be not just one of the best in this company, but one of the best in the world. I may have come up short tonight, but I know I can hold my head up high because I did everything I could to win. I’m sure that crucial win is just around the cor-

Evan: Oh please! Cut the BS!

Both Dionysus and Shane West are caught off guard by this outburst. Shane moves the mic towards Envi.

Evan: We all know this 'losing streak' is because you’re a washed up old bum who just can’t cut it anymore among all the new young up and coming talent on Overdrive. It's not a 'streak', John, it's your future. This is who you are now.

Dionysus raises his eyebrows at this comment, Shane West moves the mic towards Dionysus for a reply, but Envi grabs West’s hand and draws the mic back towards himself.

Evan: Don’t give the mic to him, Shane, I’m talking, you know, someone the fans actually want to listen to. It's a feeling Johnny-boy over here isn't used to... Not recently anyway, and it's no surprise. Disappointing Xtreme Championship reign. Disappointing career. Disappointing life. The fans' sympathy can only go so far. The 'washed-up wrestler looking for the spotlight once again' can only be the subject of so many Hollywood films.

And as much fun as it is to point what is obviously true, I am a very busy man and my time is scarce for people like you. So, get to it, why are you looking for me?

Dionysus smirks and takes a step towards Envi, who backs off a little, taken aback by the advance.

Dionysus: Ironically, I was coming to offer you a few words to the wise about your upcoming Xtreme Championship match.

Evan: Advice from you? What is it you want to tell me: how to lose the title to some bum? WHOOOOMMM, by the way, I put an end to.

Dionysus smirks again, looks at Shane West, who grimaces back awkwardly, keeping the mic between the two.

Dionysus: Actually, I was going to tell you to be careful in your dealings with Michael Harris. You seem to be putting a lot of stock in that guy, and speaking as someone who has had more run-ins with that yellow chickenshit than anyone, I know he will already be holding the knife he plans on plunging into your back.

Evan starts to respond quickly, but closes his mouth and shakes his head, bitterly.

Evan: And why would you give a damn about that? How do I know you’re not just trying to set me up?

Dionysus: Trust me, son, if I have any problem with you, I front up, face to face, I wouldn’t need to set you up for anything. Besides, I see a lot of potential in you, Envi. I think you can be something pretty big around here.

Envi nods along as if Dionysus is stating the most obvious truth.

Dionysus: As a former Xtreme Champion, as the guy who built that title back up from the ruins Nathaniel Havok left it in, I take a vested interest in the belt and especially those in possession of it. I think you’ve got the potential to not only be the best Xtreme Champion this company has ever seen, but one of the best ‘Champions’. Period.

Envi tries to cut in with a reply, but Dionysus continues.

Dionysus: I’ve been keeping a close eye on you, Envi, and I can’t say I’m not disappointed with some of your actions of late. Playing politics in the backstage, ducking title defences from legitimate challengers, beating your sister about, a civilian, because the ball didn't land in your court. Like I said, I rebuilt the Xtreme division, gave it some honour and decency again, and I look at you and see a kid who can take the torch from me and carry it to even greater heights. You don’t have to be the asshole in the back, Envi; you’re better than that. My recommendation is you focus on being the best.

Evan chuckles quietly to himself, then he pulls the Xtreme Championship out and has a good long look at it. He places it on his shoulder, grins with self-satisfaction and looks at Dionysus.

Evan: Lovely speech, old timer. But let’s get this clear and straight: I don’t need to take lectures from you on being a great champion. After all, wasn’t I the first and greatest ever North American Champion? Didn’t I come to APW and take over the Meltdown brand and make it my own? Wasn’t I the sole reason EVERYONE tuned in every Monday night? And now I’m doing the same on Overdrive. Week by week. Championship by Championship.

Evan pauses a bit, an odd look etched across his features-- but only for a blink-and-you-miss-it moment. He gives another glowing look at the title on his shoulder, his tone growing more stern, but quieter.

Evan: You’re right about one thing, John, I will be the greatest-ever Champion in the history of APW when I’m through. But let me correct you on something. Me carry your torch? I don’t think so. Just ask anyone around here, I’ve done more to elevate the status of this title in five weeks than you achieved in five months. Now take a hike, old man, because the fans have to come to see a star; they’ve come to see--

Again, Evan's mouth closes. He takes one single step back and smiles coldly into the face of John Dionysus.

Evan: Evan Envi.

With that Envi walks off chuckling to himself, leaving Dionysus with Shane West. The former Xtreme Champ looks at West, raises his eyebrows and shrugs his shoulders before walking off. Overdrive cuts back to ringside

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall

“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: Introducing first, from Fargo North Dakota, weighing in at 215 pounds, he is CEEEEE JAYYYYYY GAAAAAAATES!

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.

The lights in the arena shut off, as the chorus to "Labrinth" blasts through the speakers. After a few moments, out steps Kurt Noble, eliciting a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Paige: And his opponent, from Calgary, Alberta Canada, weighing in at 235 pounds, he is KURT….NOOOOOOOBLE!

Noble begins to limp down to the ring. Upon reaching it, Noble slowly walks up the stairs to the ring. He enters the ring, and climbs up on the turnbuckle, staring down the ramp. Noble moves off it, as the lights return to normal and the music dies down.

For CJ Gates and Kurt Noble this battle is more than just another wrestling match. This is the torrential downpour before the thunder and lightning, the penultimate notes before the final crescendo, their epic collision along with four other men inside Overdrive's Elimination Chamber at One Night In Hell. Yet there's no sign that either of them are going to take their foot off the pedal because while there's no Terry Marvin and no Undisputed Championship on the line everything remains to be played for between these two great rivals. CJ Gates, the son of a billionaire and fan favorite from North Dakota and Kurt Noble, Canadian master technician and recent renegade. Both men realized the unspoken ramifications of this match, the bragging rights, the supremacy, the right to go into the Elimination Chamber knowing that they were the face of the company. That's why instead of charging in like bulls they simply stared one another down to begin this gripping contest.

Harvey: Look at the look on the faces of these two men. Neither of them know what to make of the other.

Chase: Gone are the times these men used to call each other friends. So much has happened, so much has changed. This is going to be a thriller.

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Kurt Noble Vs CJ Gates

Gears shift and the two men are standing nose to nose in the middle of the ring. No words spoken, just a silent, fixed glare at one another. Finally after the mother of all pregnant pauses, CJ Gates cocks the first blow and jaws him with a big right hand sending Kurt Noble's head wrenching back against his neck. Kurt grits his teeth and tilts back to look at CJ Gates before returning fire with a right hand of his own, jarring CJ Gates equally. Soon the two men engage in a soup and bones tit for tat of throwing punches as hard as they can but with neither man seeming to go down.

Harvey: Jesus wept. This is a slug-fest here. Who will drop first?

Chase: I don't think any of these men have an ounce of quit in 'em! Which is great because I want one of them to kill the other!

The fans cheer along with each shot thrown, louder and louder as the battle reaches a crescendo of it's own until Kurt finally gets wise to the arrangement that's going on here and ducks underneath the punch and slips behind his adversary. He lifts CJ Gates up for a High Angle Back Suplex but CJ rolls off down the back and lands perfectly on his feet. Gates wraps his arms around Noble's waist and looks to counter right into a German but Noble spins his body out and with his legs manages to reverse drop toe hold CJ Gates face first into the mat. Noble climbs onto Gates' back and attempts an arm bar but Gates slips through the legs and escapes out behind him. CJ goes for a Rear Naked Choke but as the arm slips around Noble's neck he instinctively yanks him with an over the shoulder throw to the mat.

Harvey: Classic encounter! Can either of these men one up the other?

Chase: Looks like CJ Gates might just be the first one to sustain damage here!

Noble grabs the downed CJ wasting absolutely no time at all and pulls him straight into an overhead belly to belly suplex sending the cowboy hat wearing former Undisputed Champion flying across the ring. Somehow though Gates is able to land on his feet just near the ring ropes and with a springboard hits a flying back elbow on an unsuspecting Kurt Noble. Noble hits the deck hard and Gates is right into the cover but Noble's shoulder is up so fast it doesn't even count as a one. Gates once again takes to the apron and this time sends himself catapulting at Noble with a slingshot knee drop but Noble manages to roll out of the way in the nick of time.

Chase: Now it's all back in Gates' favour! Who's gonna' achieve victory here tonight?

Harvey: The fans!

Gates winces as he lands on his outstretched knee and Noble is quick to get right to work on it. He takes Gates out with a chop block and gets straight to work on the visible injury. Knee stomps, kicks, repeatedly to the leg of Gates who's still moaning from the initial crash landing of his missed knee drop. Noble grabs his leg, points to the sky then converts straight into the most precise and tight Figure Four Leg-Lock you've ever seen putting all his effort in to try and ground the seasoned high-flier. Gates growls as he claws the mat, locked centre of the ring with nowhere to go. It takes all the strength the littler man can muster but eventually he spots opportunity. He grabs Kurt Noble's bad arm that was surely shattered in their Rasslemania collision and has still been hurting ever since so he can lay into it with stiff strikes from his free arm.

Harvey: I don't think Gates will ever tap out. Not even to the most fearsome lock Kurt Noble can bring to the table. He's got too much heart and soul to buckle to any ordinary kind of submission move.

Chase: That's good. Means he's more likely to suffer a debilitating injury! Haha. These two are stupid, beating seven shades out of each other when they should be preparing for their annihilation at the hands of Terry Marvin.

Both men are back on the vertical now after Kurt's submission attempt is thwarted but this doesn't last long as CJ Gates buckles Kurt Noble to the mat with a dropsault sending Noble staggering into the corner of the ring. Gates takes a flying leap at Noble for a hurricanrana from the corner but Noble ducks and Gates lands hung up on the top rope. Noble wastes not even a fraction of a second hopping up onto that apron so he can well and truly put a Mark of Nobility on CJ Gates all the way from the top rope. Both men slam to the ground with the force of meteorites as the powerful slam leaves CJ crumpled like an accordion on the ground. Noble crawls to make the cover, definitely worse for wear after that brutal slam.

Chase: YES! This is awesome! Break his back Noble!

Harvey: Your thirst for blood never ceases to impress me Chase-OOH COVER!

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Noble is at a loss for what to do now. He pulls CJ off the floor and sets him straight before trying to plant a kick to the gut but CJ Gates catches it. Noble goes for the enziguiri but Gates ducks his head back and misses, holding Noble hopping on one leg with his back to him. CJ spins around before hitting a flowing enziguiri of his own, damn near snapping Kurt Noble's little chin off in the process as Noble spins to face plant the mat in recoil from the devastating kick. CJ clocks Noble on all fours crawling away from CJ and the window of opportunity opens for Gates once again. He sprints and leaps onto Noble's back then bounces a further five foot onto the top turnbuckle. Noble stands up to try and catch Gates coming off the top rope but he's nowhere near quick enough and gets shot down with a missile dropkick followed by an immediate throw of the arm for a cover.

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Harvey: HOW?!

Chase: YESSSSS!

Gates knows without any second thought what needs to be done. Climbing once again to the top rope he's got one thing in mind and that's The Gatecrasher. At Rasslemania, this lead to the mark out moment of the year when Noble somehow countered it into the Noble Neckbreaker. He hesitated for just a brief second as a flash of the haunting memory crept into his head just one final time before making the death-defying leap of faith to put this match to bed once and for all. Noble doesn't counter into the Neckbreaker. Nuh-uh. Instead he simply rolls out of the way and watches Gates splash onto his back and damn near knock himself unconscious. Noble grabs CJ's legs and pulls him into the Dance with the Devil and with a KO'd Gates on his hand gets an well-earnt tap out victory.

Winner: Kurt Noble[/center]

Kurt’s music hits and Kurt releases CJ and stands up and the ref raises his arm.

Chase: Big win for Kurt, he has his eyes set on One Night in Hell for a chance to win back the Undisputed Championship

Harvey: The Elimination Chamber match is still anyone’s match

Kurt continues to celebrate as we go backstage.


The scene opens backstage on Mark Mania and his secretary Rosa Ramirez on the couch in Mark’s dressing room. The two are chatting with each other as the phone rings. Mark exchanges a look with Rosa, as if he suspects trouble.

Mark Mania: Who the hell could that be…?

Mark reaches over and picks up the phone.

Mark Mania: Yeah?

Delikado(in a ghostly voice): Markkkkkk, Markkkkkk! Marr--*clattering sound*--(Delikado muttering) Damn it, stupid phone! *shuffling* Marrrrrrrrrrrrk! Delikado wants you to knowwwww, I’m coming for youuuu, and your pretty little secretary tooooooo. OoOoOoOoOoOh!

Mark Mania: What the hell do you want?

Delikado: (in ghostly voice) Revengeeeeeee. Come outsiiiide, Maaaaark!

Mark Mania: And just why should I?

Delikado: JUST DO IT!!

Mark slams the phone down, looking pissed off.

Mark Mania: I’ve had it with this guy.

Rosa Ramirez: I know, I know. Don’t let him get to you before your match.

The phone keeps ringing over and over, no doubt Delikado in his persistence. Finally Mania groans and snatches up the phone, much to Rosa’s efforts to stop him.

Mark Mania: Okay, fine! Jeez!

Delikado: Yesssssss! You won’t regret it, Mark…muuuuuch! OoOoOoOoh!

Mark and Rosa get up and begin to walk out the door. The #1 contender to the Overdrive title looks to his private security and nods to them.

Mark Mania: Let’s go. This Cuban son of a bitch is more than just a pain in my side now.

Mania and Rosa, with security, go outside the Yokohama Arena and look around. They see nothing out of the ordinary, prompting Mark to shake his head in annoyance.

Mark Mania: Great. He probably just lured me out here to waste my time and get my head out of the game. I’m going to look forward to One Night in Hell when I can finally—

Delikado: MAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK!!!

Hearing the loud screeching of the Cuban’s voice from above, Mark looks up….to see Delikado riding in a small hot-air balloon designed to look like Mothra from the Godzilla franchise. A Japanese man runs up to Mania and points at the sight in fear.

Japanese Man: MOTHRAAAAAA!

He runs away, leaving Mark to merely hang his head with embarrassment…at sharing the same company with the crazed Cuban. He tilts his head back up, looking none too impressed with the most extravagant display by Delikado yet. Delikado lifts up the bullhorn he is using to speak down to Mark and yells…loudly.

Delikado: Did you think Delikado DEFEATED, you little FOOL!? That he had given up, even as the clock winds down on his chances for VENGEANCE?! Not just yet, prickle-ball-face lad! You WILL taste rabies as you made Deli do!

Mark Mania: Arggghhhh…Delikado!

Delikado can be seen grinning from the Mothra hot-air balloon as he leans down and lifts up a cage holding the signature raccoon of their rivalry.

Delikado: Ahhhhh, the raccoon! Source of your demise, and Delikado’s final play on you! You shan’t make it to One Night in Hell with THIS ingenious ploy, Marky! Hell, you won’t even make it…PAST TONIGHT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Delikado opens a compartment of the cage and reaches inside, grabbing particles of hair from the raccoon. The animal hisses and tries to bite Delikado, who is quick on his feet to pull his hand out before he’s bitten. Delikado proceeds to toss the air out of the hot air balloon, causing it to fly every which way. Rosa cocks a confused eyebrow.

Rosa Ramirez: What’s he doing?

Delikado: What IS Delikado doing? Good question!

Rosa Ramirez: …And HOW did he hear that?

Delikado: Never you mind! What Delikado’s doing, Mark and friend, is he’s spreading the rabies all over the place through THE HAIR of this beast, your former instrument now turned Delikado’s ultimate tool of DOOM! You see, with Delikado up here in this balloon, he can sprinkle hair all OVER the place! Hair that will in turn enter you and infect you with rabies! You truly have no means to escape your just desserts this time! Desserts…OF THE RABIES!

Mark Mania: (shouting) And just HOW will that hair “enter me” exactly?!

Delikado: You’ll eat it! DUH! And so shall everyone in the vicinity when they step outside! How does it feel, Mark?! To know you just gave everyone in Yoko Ono the rabies?! Think you can live with yourself, with your biological warfare habits ultimately spelling doom for an entire city!? You should be ASHAMED at what you’ve caused!

Mark Mania: (shouting) People don’t eat hair, you idiot!

Delikado continues to throw raccoon hair from the balloon as he shouts into the bullhorn.

Delikado: Sure they do! You know, like when you’re walking around, minding your own business—something YOU are completely unable to do, mind you—and then suddenly the wind blows and hair just winds up slamming into your mouth! It happens all the time! FACT! Science and crap! Can you feel it, Mark!? Can you feel the rabies-covered hair sliding into your mouth and down your gullet?! Very soon you’ll be just like Delikado! Well…okay, not EXACTLY, because Delikado is great and you’re just a CHUMP! But you know what he means! Now act like a turkey and just look up to the rain of rabid hair! Gobble, gobble, motherfu--*feedback*

Delikado can be seen arguing with the bullhorn as hair continues to harmlessly sprinkle down onto the ground below.

Rosa Ramirez: This is so gross…

Security: You want us to handle this, Mr. Mania?

Mark Mania: Nah, I can handle this…

Mark walks over to a small collection of rocks and grabs one in his hand. He looks up at the distracted Delikado in the hot air balloon, arcs back, and expertly tosses the rock right at the Mothra balloon…bursting a hole into it!

Rosa Ramirez: Wow! What a shot!

Mark smiles and lets out a chuckle.

Mark Mania: I played a little ball as a kid, that’s all.

Delikado immediately starts to panic as he realizes the hole in his balloon is allowing air to spill out, causing the entire hot air balloon to plummet toward the ground slowly but surely. With nothing to do, the Cuban screams like a girl.

Delikado: OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The balloon crashes to the ground and the balloon implodes on itself and Delikado. Mark slowly walks over to the crash and waits. A screeching is heard and suddenly Delikado stumbles out of the wreckage…with the raccoon cage over his head…with the raccoon still inside. The wild animal hisses like a velociraptor as Delikado’s eyes go wide once he shakes the cobwebs out and realizes what’s about to happen.

Delikado: Oh for the love of—AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Without mercy the raccoon begins to claw and bite Delikado on his face, causing him to be flung to the ground where he tries to pull the cage off without success. Mark tilts his head, taking amusement at seeing the crazy Cuban met with his just desserts for all the trouble he’s caused. Mania approaches Delikado after allowing his rival to suffer a bit, and then rips the cage off, tossing it aside. The raccoon scurries away, leaving Mania to confront the Overdrive Champion, who is lying there jacked up as hell.

Mark Mania: I gotta admit, seeing what just happened to you there…it gives me an idea for our match at One Night in Hell. You know, that Overdrive Championship match you seem to have forgotten about in these mindless weeks of trying to give me rabies? I’m thinking we take this cage…

Mark lifts up the small cage that housed the raccoon and holds it in Delikado’s face.

Mark Mania: And we make it larger. Large enough to hold one of us in there. I’m talking a Cage Trap Match, Delikado. We fight, for the Overdrive title, and the winner can only be decided when one of us is completely locked in the cage, like a rabid animal. And since you’ve already got the “rabid” part down, I reckon the odds are already in my favor. So...what do you think? You wanna end this once and for all? Hell, I’ll even throw in having an actual wild animal in the cage if it satisfied your crazy ass. That way if you just so happen to win, I might actually get rabies, and then your “vengeance” or whatever will be complete. But when *I* win, you leave me and Rosa alone with this rabies crap. Is that a deal? Are you in….”champ”?

Delikado spits raccoon hair out of his mouth and seems to be considering Mark’s ONIH match proposal. Inhaling deeply, Delikado extends his hand.

Delikado: To see you crying like a little uggo baby in a cage with no escape and rabies flying out your wazoo, you bet your lady’s sweet ass Delikado’s in.

Mania extends his own hand and the two shake, sealing the deal for their Overdrive title match! Suddenly, Delikado roars and tries to bite Mark, only to get hit in the head with a rock by Rosa!! The Cuban slumps over, seeing stars as he lies in a daze. Stunned, Mark looks to Rosa and laughs.

Mark Mania: Now THAT was a nice shot!

The two laugh and Mark goes with his secretary and their security. He looks back to Delikado, wearing a grin of confidence, and walks back to the Yokohama Arena as the camera pans over to Delikado, who is recovering from the shot. He mutters bitterly as he begins to lift himself up.

Delikado: Yes, laugh now, you little FOOLS! But Delikado WILL see you both cry when this is over! FACT! Delikado will not be denied his rabid-vengeance. Rather, he shall enjoy the sweet taste of it, LIKE A…B…oh no…

The raccoon has returned….along with an entire family! The lead creature hisses at Delikado, and then pounces at him, as do all the other raccoons in some kind of unholy raccoon mob. The Overdrive Champion is unable to fight the creatures off as they attack the crap out of him.

Delikado: Ahhhhh! They’re united in their dislike of Deli! Treachery as infectious as the rabies!

The scuffle continues as the camera pulls back and fades to commercial

[President Jeff]

Backstage we see Terry Marvin trying to peer over the shoulder of a huge Russian bodyguard by the name of Oglev who holds him at bay.

Oglev: Vhat do you vant?

Terry Marvin: I want to speak to Felipe DeLoren or one of the LeWinter sisters! This is urgent, you need to let me in here.

Oglev: Vhat is de passwurd?

Terry Marvin: Password? I didn’t even know there WAS a password.

Oglev smiles as he steps aside allowing Terry Marvin a path down the red carpet leading directly into the Sindicate’s locker room.

Terry Marvin: So much for ‘’top secret’’ security…

The undisputed champion scoffs once inside the locker room. He approached Felipe DeLoren and the LeWinter sisters playing poker behind a thick layer of cigar smoke. The trio looks up at Marvin with a great deal of intrigue. Felipe DeLoren kicks his feet off the table and stands up to a vertical base to face Terry Marvin.

Felipe DeLoren: Is there a problem Terry Marvin or would you like to join us at the table for a little game?

Terry Marvin: No, there’s a problem.

Felipe DeLoren smiled and before Terry Marvin knows it the LeWinter sisters are up to a vertical base as well with a pair of batons extended behind Terry Marvin’s back.

Felipe DeLoren: Well, if that’s the case maybe we can sort things out; you know… one way or another? The Sindicate is very diplomatic, after all…

Terry Marvin looks behind him and sees Violet and Kia LeWinter smiling back at him wielding their batons cautioning Terry Marvin not to get too crazy with his approach in the Sindicate’s territory.

Terry Marvin: Last week on Meltdown, Level-One laid his hands on Vannah White. And while I certainly don’t have a problem with him laying his hands on a woman who can defend themselves – these fans, they don’t see it the same way. He’s turned them against him and now he’s almost as hated as Kurt Noble is!

Violet LeWinter: And that is the Sindicate’s problem exactly how, Terry?

Kia LeWinter: Isn’t that cute? Terry Marvin thinks we care about what the fans think about the most powerful entity in professional wrestling! Terry, sorry to break it to you… but if the fans are not on his side it’s YOUR job to change the public’s perception, isn’t it?

Terry Marvin doesn’t address the LeWinter sisters instead he keeps his focus on Felipe DeLoren who stands silently in front of him.

Terry Marvin: I already issued a statement on twitter about the incident but fans aren’t buying it and I lost thousands upon thousands of followers overnight just by defending him! If I go out there and talk about it anymore I’ll become the APW’s most hated again and that’s counter productive.

Felipe DeLoren: So what is your point, Terry?

Felipe DeLoren stares into Terry Marvin’s eyes as he nervously begins to look around at his surroundings knowing that he’s outmatched and yet he sticks to his guns.

Terry Marvin: It means… it means that I need to distance myself from Level-One before he takes me down with him! I can’t have him attacking females and ruining perfectly good wrestling matches! And his entire shtick involving with Mr. Dangerous… who is he trying to fool!? You can’t insult the intelligence of the fans of REAL SHOW like that!

Felipe DeLoren takes in everything Terry Marvin has to stay, as he tries to stay calm and collected… but can’t.

Felipe DeLoren: HAVE YOU LOST YOUR GODAMNED MIND, TERRY MARVIN! YOU WILL NOT FUCK OVER THE SINDICATE LIKE THIS, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!?

Kia LeWinter quickly breaks from her sisters side and goes over to talk Felipe DeLoren down as he tries to pick a fist fight with Terry Marvin. Kia does her best to calm him down as Violet LeWinter pulls Terry to the side.

Violet LeWinter: Look Terry, the Sindicate understands your concern about your public image and I am sure Level-One will understand this once I sit down and talk with him. However, I can’t stress enough how important it is going to be for your survival in this match to stick together regardless of whether those fair weather fans like it or not.

Terry Marvin: Well, I’m not even sure I can trust Level-One at this point. You know I advised him on going to Meltdown on his own and he did it anyways and now look what has happened!? This is all his fault, not mine.

Violet LeWinter wraps an arm around Terry Marvin and points up at the lights.

Violet LeWinter: Terry, I want you to think back to when you won the undisputed championship in the first place – you know, when you beat that heathen Kurt Noble? I want you to remember whose side those fans were on that night, was it yours? When the announcer called your name and you were their new champion did they welcome you with open arms or did they treat you the same way they do every other man who has ever stood up for what he believes in? Those fans may boo Level-One but that's because a man like him is not popular in a place like hell! Terry, you know as well as anyone else that the sound of a booing crowd is not a measurement of a noble man, first hand. At the elimination chamber, it’s time that you take your stand and decide exactly who you’re fighting for… yourself or them?

Terry Marvin thinks about it as Violet whispers into his ear.

Violet LeWinter: Terry, the world wants to know… are you really the hero or the villain?

Violet LeWinter gives Terry Marvin a playful peck on the cheek before Oglev walks in and points towards the locker room exit. Time to take your cue, champ.

Our camera cuts to the back once more where Yokohama boos as Evan Envi sits on a steel chair in his locker room, oddly observing-- almost admiring-- the clear, protective mask he'd been wearing over the weeks.

Suddenly, Evan's attention is raised to the locker-room door. He holds up a hand, flagging down somebody that's walking by.

Evan: Shane!

The camera pans around to show Shane West stop, mid-step to stop in Evan's doorway and cautiously stroll inside.

Shane West: Evan?

Shane checks briefly to make sure a cameraman is present and raises the microphone toward the Xtreme Champion, who takes a step forward.

Evan: I've had some time to reflect since we last saw each other.

Shane narrows his eyes a bit and shrugs.

West: It wasn't really that long ago...

Evan: I've had time to think about the six-man tag team match that's coming up and the unfortunate events that led us here. I've had time, Shane... To reflect.

West: Oh. Oh... Oh?

Evan smiles and clamps a hand down on Shane's shoulder, offering a faux-warm smile.

Evan: Yeah.

The smile soon fades, however, as Evan continues.

Evan: President Jeff lacks the ability to properly market the champions representing his own show-- his own company. Because of it, my tag team partner, Michael Harris, has been nowhere to be found. Last week, A.C. Smith tried to injure him. He tried his best to break the man's ribs... And it was intentional. Smith intentionally tried to end a man's career. He tried to take food off of the table of a father and his young son.

Evan jerks a thumb toward himself.

Evan: I'm a father, Shane, so when I see something like that happen and then I see the president of the entire COMPANY condone it, I get a little nervous. I start thinking... Well... Maybe Jeff isn't looking out for my best interest. Maybe Jeff wanted A.C. Smith to go out there and try to end a man's career.

Maybe Jeff wanted that when Nick Watson went after me not once, but twice. Jeff wanted Watson to break my nose. Jeff wanted Watson to try to break my damned spine backstage. And it's not truly surprising, since the whole thing started with a comment about Nick Watson's mother-- whom by the way, is a lot less than I gave her credit for.

Mama Betty Watson is a fat, despicable, disgusting piece of white trash straight out of Carson City. Her baby boy has less class than her. Her baby boy spends almost as much time on his back than she does. It's why they get along so well, don'tchaknow?

Evan laughs aloud to himself and sighs.

Evan: But finally, Jeff finds himself opposed by Megastars that not only see through all of his crap, but are willing and able to stand up and do something about it. And it scares the hell out of him, Shane. It makes me think, maybe Jeff wanted these crazy, uncontrollable, dangerous Megastars running rampant through this company as his own sick form of population control. Mayb--

Evan stops and his eyes move toward the door, where the camera swings forward to reveal the "Rabid" Overdrive Champion himself, Delikado!

Instinctively, Evan maneuvers himself behind Shane West and shoots an accusing glare at Delikado.

Evan: WHOOAAAA buddy! Quite far enough, don't you think? Aren't you supposed to be-- be-- be wearing your mask or something? So you don't breathe on someone by accident?

Delikado: It doesn't matter what Delikado breathes. What matters is who he breathes ON! And in your particular case, Envi, Delikado holds enough interest in you to not breathe his rabies on you. It's a matter he has control of, you see, even without the mask.

Evan: Yeah. Right.

Delikado: No, quite sincere is Delikado! You see, Delikado agrees with your words against Grunt Jeff. You make good points on bad topics such as Jeff's aggressive, borderline PMSing bias against people like us. We are Champions! Champions who bring nothing but good to all of APWdom, and yet here we are being bitten by a raccoon and having our lives ruined by family and idiots that Jeff cannot seem to protect us from...not that we NEED protection, but if we did, Jeff would be failing, like his job depended on it, to provide us with said protection. Our safety is not his concern, when it damn well SHOULD be! He is a TERRIBLE President, so much so that Delikado refuses to use the word "President" to describe him further. Instead we call him...Cher.

Evan: ...Cher?

West: Cher?

Delikado: Cher-resident Jeff. It really is quite a degrading and unappealing term, but in this it is deserved. Do you feel what Delikado is saying about our horrible, ugly, overrated, and completely hideous in all aspects Cher-resident Jeff?

Evan: Yeah-- yeah! I knew there was something I liked about you.

Evan, however, remains firmly planted behind Shane West, who looks petrified as Delikado draws closer.

Delikado: "Like"? Is Delikado your Facebook page? You should LOVE him for the truths he speaks! Perhaps you need more convincing. May Delikado bite you--err, INVITE you to join him in battle tonight against the ugly servants of our joint enemy? As..........friends? After all, we are quite the happening fellows individually, and we deserve more. Perhaps this tag match will be proof enough that we shan't be taking Cher-resident's crap anymore. And besides, pfft, it's just Mark Mania and pals.

Evan: That's all fine and well, my friend. But uh... As far as I'm aware, we're heading into this with a three-on-two handicap.

Delikado: You speak in rhymes, good sir, and yet there are no rhymes, which confuses Delikado as to why he said what he did. Blame the rabies. What exactly are you talking about...?

Evan: Well, have you heard from Michael Harris?

Delikado laughs loudly, as if knowingly.

Delikado: You don't worry about Michael Harris. He's a little runt that Delikado's APW won't have to carry around like a smelly lump of dog crap in a bag anymore. He's gone by every accountable measure. And while that may mean we walk out there a man down--it doesn't freaking matter! As Champions of the elite class as we are, notwithstanding how our stupid Cher-resident seems to be ungrateful to that, we're perfectly willing, capable, able, toned and sharpened to the point of wickedly Bawseness to go out there a man down and kick the crap out of anyone who stands against us and defies our reigns. Every week, that's what guys like us do, while Michael What'sHisFace stood solely as an element that would throw us off our game with his inadequacy.

It doesn't piss Delikado off by any shred of the imagination that we come to the ring with our own lonely selves, no additional backup, though Harris would be more suited to be up in the back, if you know what Delikado means. Point is, our reigns have long been about doing what we gotta do, what we were MADE to do, because Jeff don't care, and in time he will pay for that lack of care. FACT!

Alone you and me can be UNITED. That's what our foes will be toppled by, end of story.

New story: Envikado.

We're gonna start changing things around here. Winning back the APW, that's the bullet-point to this grand exclamation, Deli guesses. We're not scared. Not of Jeff. Not of his cronies. Not of the other APW stars who think they have our numbers. Not of those three little bitch-piggies out there waiting. We will make them wait. All night if necessary. We will change the name of the game. With my rabid tenacity and your envious--pun intended--display of affection and desires to better the ungrateful masses, the APW WILL be brought back to the good guys. Back to US! Take Delikado's word...and help him go kick some ass, brother.

Evan continues to stare at Delikado behind the safety of one Shane West-- before abruptly shoving West out of frame. Out of mind. Evan's eyes are wide, and flickering with excitement. He turns, retrieving his Xtreme Championship from the chair, and gives Delikado a nod.

Evan: ...Maybe you're the only sane one here.

Evan laughs quietly to himself and hugs the championship belt to his chest, never taking eyes off of Delikado as he strolls past him, out the door. Delikado follows, a wide grin on his face, and we cut away.

[President Jeff]

APW cuts backstage, where Cindy Shannon is standing in the interview area.

Cindy: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Biggs.

Biggs walks onto camera with his trademark smirk and signature shades on.

Cindy: Biggs, later tonight, you face Terry Marvin one-on-one just two-and-a-half weeks before the Elimination Chamber Match at One Night in Hell. What are your thoughts on fighting the champion so close to the pay per view?

Biggs: As far as warm up matches go, it doesn't get any bigger than fighting the champ, and let's face it, throughout Terry Marvin's career here in APW, I've had his number! Last year when he was palling around with the Contourage, he got a shot at my Overdrive Championship, and I beat him not only one-on-one, but also in the five man Overdrive Scramble Match to open RassleMania VII! Even this past week, when we faced off in a tag team match, the best Terry could muster was a draw! Granted, that was the best I could muster last week as well, but that's beside the point! The fact is, Terry Marvin has yet to defeat me here in APW, and as much as he's grown this past year, as much as he's stepped it up, the fact that Terry does not have a pinfall or submission victory, key word victory, over me, well, that's got to bother him, if even just a little bit.

Biggs looks directly into the camera, as if he's speaking to Terry Marvin.

Biggs: Now I realize that you're the champion, Terry, and I know that our match tonight is not going to be a walk in the park for either one of us, but there's one quality, one characteristic that separates the two of us, and quite frankly gives me the advantage going into our match tonight. You're a phony, and I am not. Simply put, Terry, with me, what you see is what you get. I'm an arrogant jerk who doesn't give two cents what the fans think of me, and that frees me to truly be myself out in that ring. You, Terry, you're trying to pull a fast one on the crowd. You're trying to convince each and everybody that you've turned over a new leaf, that you actually care about the well being of somebody besides yourself, more specifically, Amy Noble. You've used Amy Noble to turn the fans against Kurt Noble and turn them towards you. But it's all an act, Terry, one that I see right through. But despite the fact that I don't buy it, you're still trying to peddle it to the masses, so when we're out there in the ring tonight, you're going to play the hero, you're going to be the good guy, even though it's against your very nature. So not only are you going to have to try and defeat me, but you're going to have to do so while holding back, while pretending to be somebody you're not. It's going to take too much effort on your part, Terry, it's going to divert too much of your focus, and it will prevent you from doing what you need to do in order to be able to defeat me. So Terry, please, I'm begging you, give up the charade, show your true colors, and give me the very best that you have to offer. 'Cause I don't want you to be able to make any excuses when I defeat you once again. I don't want you to be able to say that you were holding back.

Because Terry, I want to beat you at your best, and show that you have no chance of retaining your title inside the Elimination Chamber 17 nights from now. I know that you've largely overlooked me heading into the Elimination Chamber. You told me as much a couple of weeks ago backstage. But I know deep down, Terry, no matter how much you try to say that I'm washed up, that I'm a shell of the wrestler I used to be, deep down, you must wonder whether you can beat me or not.

The way I see it, Terry, your little talk to me about how I'm a sympathy case, how I'm only in the Chamber because President Jeff somehow felt sorry for me, I saw it for what it really was, Terry. You were trying to convince yourself, Terry, not me, that I wasn't that big of a deal. You were trying to sell yourself on the notion that I am not a threat to your title, Terry, when I very much am. Everyone and there mother is talking about how they think it's going to come down to you and Level-One, or you and Kurt Noble, everyone is seeming to forget the fact that I'm a former Undisputed Champion myself, and that I defeated Level-One to gain the title! Can you say Terry Marvin, that you've defeated Level-One? The simple fact of the matter, Terry, is that each and every person stepping inside the Elimination Chamber poses a legitimate threat to your title. You can lie to yourself, you can tell yourself that there's at least a few guys you can count on not putting up too much of a challenge, but with the exception of Chris Hart, who may or may not even be able to make it to the match, each and every one of us has held the title you now currently posses. And you know as well as anyone, Terry, that belt is not passed around like candy. It's not given freely. It is earned only by the best of the best, which includes me!

Biggs chuckles a bit, before continuing to speak.

Biggs: So Terry, when we face off tonight, know this. I plan to make a statement tonight. I plan to show the world why they can't overlook me on Sunday, October 28th. I plan on proving to the world tonight why I will become the next APW Undisputed Champion! Why? Because I'm quite simply OUT OF THIS WORLD!

Biggs smirks again as he walks off camera.

Cindy: Terry Marvin versus Biggs, later tonight in our Main Event! Back to you guys at 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 a SIX-MAN TAG TEAM MATCH 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.

"This Means War" by Bustah Rhymes plays out over the loud speaker 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.

Paige: Introducing his tag team partner, on his way to the ring, from Melrose, Massachusetts, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds... MARK MAAAAANIA!

Yokohama, Japan roars in an indistinguishable reaction as Mania 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. His smile doesn’t have as much conviction as we see typically, however.

Harvey: Mark Mania is no stranger to the grand stage in Japan, and that’s written all over his face here tonight-- but the number one contender to the Overdrive Championship is focused. It’s all you can ask, especially if your name is A.C. Smith or Nick Watson.

Mania slides in ring under the bottom rope and lifts his arms to the crowd before entering his corner. He gives Smith a nod, but not much more. Smith returns it and the two turn toward the entrance ramp as “Honor” by Atreyu hits the PA system and the masses in Yokohama rise to their feet in ovation as Nick Watson steps out from behind the curtains, a conflicted look on his face.

Paige: And their partner, from Carson City, Nevada, weighing in at one hundred and ninety-eight pounds, ‘The Sensational One’ NICK WATSON!

Watson acknowledges the fans around him with nods and waves, but definitely seems to be angry as he makes his way to the ring. He rolls in under the bottom rope, slapping hands with A.C. Smith, and giving the secluded Mania a nod. Mania returns it, but his eyes quickly return to the ramp where he watches, intently, waiting.

Chase: I’ll bet money that Nick’s butt-hurt because of what Evan said about his mother just a few moments ago.

Harvey: You’d win that bet. Evan’s mouth is what started this whole thing, and he decided that he wanted to run it alongside Delikado just minutes ago. Mark Mania looks none-too-happy over there.

Chase: Because he’s in Japan! Just like Envikado blames their problems on Mark Mania, Mark Mania is notorious for blaming his problems on Japan. I’m not sure why these people are even cheering him...

Harvey: ...’Envikado’?

Chase: It’s gonna stick.

Harvey: Uh-huh.

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.

Paige: AND their opponents-- first, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds, he is the APW Xtreme Champion, EVANNNN ENVIII!

He smirks into the Yokohama crowd, raising the Xtreme Championship high above his head, embracing the hatred that they willingly express. He takes his time, walking to the ring, proudly displaying the APW Xtreme Title above his head until he finally reaches the apron, hopping to the turnbuckles and throwing the jacket off. His music fades.

”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 his tag team partner, 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: You just-- you can’t get used to this guy. It’s impossible.

Chase: You say it like it’s a bad thing, Harv. Delikado isn’t something you ‘get used to.’ He’s the Overdrive Champion. He’s that unique Cuban flavor that any good wrestling show needs.

Harvey: Wha-

Chase: HE IS!

Delikado’s music fades and Evan Envi cautiously accepts his offer to bump fists. Delikado howls into the air at Evan’s acceptance, and Evan cautiously takes a step back from his tag team partner. Their eyes soon settle upon the top of the entrance ramp, where they wait patiently... Patiently for the sixth man in this tag team environment.

Harvey: Where’s Michael Harris?

The crowd boos as nearly thirty seconds roll on without Harris’ entrance. Evan shakes his head, a look of sheer disappointment on his face-- but soon his eyes widen as the crowd roars in approval.

Harvey: Whoa, THIS isn’t Michael Harris!

Yokohama cheers and applauds in ovation as Sienna Harrison makes her way down the ramp, a very indistinguishable look on her face. She smiles politely at the fans on either side of the ring, and never falters as she locks eyes with Evan Envi. Sienna walks around the ring, to Evan’s corner, and gives him a devious smile from the ringside floor as he continues to stare at her, behind his mask, in shock.

Chase: Is that who he was telling to ‘turn around’ on the phone?

Harvey: It would appear so! But she didn’t heed his words!

Chase: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! SHE HAS NO BUSINESS OUT HERE!

Harvey: She’s a licensed manager with Action Packed Wrestling, John! She’s a free agent-- if you want to get into the specifics, she has all the business out here.

Chase: She belongs on Meltdown with people like Shanell and Aubrey J. Parker. Not on Overdrive with the big boys.

While Evan berates his sister at ringside, the bell rings. Delikado’s back is turned to the action as he curiously observes the bickering siblings, but he spins around, a crazed look on his eyes as he hears the bell rings... And sees that he is standing right across from Mark Mania.

3-on-2 Handicap Tag Team Match
Mark Mania, Nick Watson, and A.C. Smith vs Delikado and Evan Envi w/ Sienna Harrison

Harvey: Here we go! One Night in Hell, two and a half weeks early!

Delikado begins to say something to Mark, but he is immediately blasted with a forearm to the face! Delikado stumbles, caught off guard by the strike, and Mark dives on top of him, driving rights and left into his jaw until Delikado is forced to cover up and slither away. Delikado is inches from the ropes, but Mark yanks him away by his feet and dives on top of him again, going for another hard forearm to the jaw, but Delikado delivers a Headbutt! Mania raises a hand to his forehead, stunned from the pain and Delikado slides away once again, driving both soles of his boots into Mania’s jaw! Mania rolls away and both men hop to their feet. Delikado charges Mania and hops onto his shoulders, executing a Hurricanrana! He quickly hooks Mania’s legs for a pin!

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Harvey: These men are wasting no time going right after one another!

Chase: You mean Mark Mania is wasting no time taking advantage of this sickly, confused Delikado. I shouldn’t be surprised.

Delikado hops to his feet, catching an attempted Mania Clothesline and driving him to the mat with a Side Effect! Regardless, both men are back up to their feet at the same time, and Delikado levels him with a shoot kick to the midsection before rebounding off the ropes and nailing a Swinging Neckbreaker! Delikado once again goes to cover Mark Mania, but Mania rolls onto his stomach, clutching the back of his head to avoid the pin. The frustrated Delikado screams as he begins to stomp away at Mania’s shoulder and spine area, but he is quickly restrained by the referee. Delikado screams into the referee’s face instead, which is more than enough for him to back off, but soon Delikado goes back to stomping Mania’s back!

Harvey: Delikado has to be careful so he doesn’t get himself disqualified!

Chase: Well, the referee started his five-count. Delikado has until the count of four to break it-- cut him some slack.

Delikado rips Mania to his feet and drills him to the canvas with an X-Factor Facebuster! Again, Delikado screams wildly into the air, this time shoving Mania onto his back with both feet. He climbs atop his One Night in Hell opponent again, sitting on his chest. Delikado bellows the term ”FACE SHOT!” and begins to slap Mania rapidly. Again, the referee, unsure of what to do, begins to administer a five-count. Delikado jumps to his feet and yells into the face that his maneuver wasn’t illegal! He turns around to collect Mania, who has reached his knees, but Mania Spears Delikado to the ground and begins to pound him with rights and lefts!

Chase: DISQUALIFY HIM, DAMNIT!

Harvey: This match has already gotten out of hand! Evan Envi is being no help as a tag team partner at the moment-- he’s still fighting with Sienna Harrison here on the outside!

Mark Mania tags himself out, tagging in A.C. Smith to the delight of those in attendance. The big man smiles as he sees the struggling Delikado use the ropes to aid himself to his feet.

Harvey: Mark Mania made a wise veteran decision there, tagging himself out before he got his team disqualified.

Chase: And oh-so-wisely, he tagged in the guy in this match that’s never been able to beat Delikado...

A.C. Smith approaches Delikado, but the Cuban Megastar twists around, catching him with an Enziguiri! Smith hits the mat, shocked by the move.

Chase: See?!

Delikado delivers a knee smash to Smith’s temple as Smith tries to get up, and then covers him for a quick pin.

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Harvey: A powerful kickout by the Big Apple Asskicker!

Delikado hops to his feet, but drives another knee down to Smith’s temple. Smith groans in pain, but climbs up to his knees regardless. Delikado admires Smith’s position and then rebounds off the ropes, sprinting at him for another knee smash-- but Smith hops up and levels Delikado with a Lariat! Yokohama roars as Delikado is turned nearly inside-out from the maneuver, rolling over onto his stomach. Delikado groans in pain, cursing aloud while he climbs to his feet, only to be knocked right back down with a second Lariat... and then a third! Delikado is dazed once he climbs back to his feet once more and Smith hoists him up in a Gutwrench, only to quickly drill him into the canvas with a Gutwrench Powerbomb! Yokohama applauds the feat of strength and Smith considers hooking Delikado’s legs for the pin-- but freezes, and sternly climbs to his feet as the cameras pan out to show Evan Envi, halfway inside the ropes.

Harvey: Looks like Evan finally realized we have a match going on!

Chase: How can he focus when that wench is here at ringside?! Why is she even here?!

Evan backs back out to the apron and casually strolls to his corner as Smith approaches the ropes. The two-second distraction seems to be all it took for Delikado to groggily hop up to his feet and hit Smith from behind with a closed fist to the back of the head. Smith stumbles forward, but turns around and swings on Delikado, catching him with a back-fist! Delikado seems hardly phased by it, screaming into Smith’s face and running, jumping up onto his shoulders for a Hurricanrana-- but Smith easily shoves him off. Delikado lands on his feet, but Smith drills him to the mat with a powerful Snap Suplex!

Harvey: The Big Apple Asskicker showing some agility there!

Delikado clutches the back of his head in pain and rolls onto his stomach, pushing himself up to one knee, but Smith approaches him from behind, catching him in a Dragon Sleeper and dropping to smash Delikado’s spine across his knee! Delikado twitches and howls out in pain and Smith raises one arm into the air, causing the fans in Japanese to roar, and subsequently count along as Smith clubs Delikado across his sternum.

”ICHI!”

“NI!”

“SAN!”

Smith finally drops Delikado with an elbow across the sternum, driving him straight to the ground.

Chase: The Police Lineup! Ahhh!

Harvey: The cover!

Chase: Ohgod, ohgod, the count!

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Sienna Harrison watches intently from ringside, showing no favoritism to either team, as Smith hoists Delikado up and delivers a hard knife-edged chop across his chest. Smith goes to Irish Whip Delikado across the ring, but Delikado slides past Smith and then hops to his feet, sprinting at him to hit a Running Facebreaker! Delikado groggily stumbles to his feet and staggers to his corner to tag the outstretched hand of Evan Envi! Envi quickly ascends to the top turnbuckle, motioning for the unaware Smith to climb to his feet, before Evan leaps from the top and nails a Flying Calf Kick! Evan lands on top of Smith, hooking both legs for the pin.

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Evan is dragged off of Evan Smith by Nick Watson, which causes the audience to erupt. Still seated, Evan looks up at Watson in a mix of shock and dismay. The referee ushers a smirking Watson out of the ring and Evan’s face grows red with frustration. He turns and looks at the stirring Smith, desperately.

Harvey: What do you do, exactly, when the giant wakes up from his nap?

Chase: You run!

Harvey: Evan has nowhere to run! Delikado’s not the fresh man-- and they have no Michael Harris!

Evan paces from foot to foot as he waits for Smith to get up and then charges him, twisting Smith’s arm behind his back and drilling him with a Hammerlock Leg Sweep DDT! Evan shoots a look at the apparently-neutral Sienna and then lifts Smith’s arm, signaling for the end to the crowd.

Chase: Smith’s breath might get taken away right here, Harv!

Evan tries to lock Smith in the Arm Triangle, but Smith blocks it with sheer mass and strength. Evan tries to bring Smith’s neck down toward his legs, but Smith shakily climbs to his feet, hoisting Evan all the way up onto his shoulders.

Harvey: THE POWER!

Smith drops Evan with a thunderous Samoan Drop. Evan arches his spine, his mouth opened in a silent “O” of pain as he rolls away from Smith. A.C. Smith climbs to his feet and makes his way back over to Mark Mania, who happily steps into the ring, measuring Evan up from behind. He waits for Evan to get to his feet and goes for a roundhouse-- but Evan ducks! Evan sweeps Mania’s leg and performs a Flipping Leg Drop! Mania clutches his throat and scrambles to his feet, only to be taken down with a Spinning Heel Kick! Evan motions for Mania to get up once more and then charges him, going for a Headscissors Takedown, but Mania uses Evan’s momentum against him and drives him to the mat with a Tilt-A-Whirl Slam! He hooks Evan’s far leg.

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This time, it’s Delikado who rips Mania off of Envi, but quickly rolls out of the ring before he can be scolded by the referee, or physically reprimanded by Mania.

Chase: LOOK at the teamwork! ENVIKADO! ENVIKADO! ENVIKADO!

Harvey: That’s not their name.

Evan desperately scrambles away from Mark Mania, diving for Delikado’s outstretched (and comically twitchy) hand, but Mania grabs Evan’s ankle, yanking him back toward him. Mania points a finger at Delikado and grins, as if to say ”this could be you.” He delivers a blunt stomp to Evan’s ribs and then lifts him to his feet, driving him to the ground with a Piledriver!

Chase: HEY! That’s not safe!

Harvey: HELLuva Piledriver by Mark Mania!

Mark Mania hooks Evan’s legs, but never takes his eyes off of Delikado.

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Mania looks annoyed, but not discouraged. Evan jerks himself up to a seated position, but Mania delivers a hard elbow to the side of his head and then locks in the Sleeper! He invites Delikado to the ring, but Delikado paces back and forth on the apron, yelling at Evan: ”DON’T GET SLEEPY ON DELIKADO!” However, as the seconds drag on, Evan begins to fade. Mania mutters for the referee to ask him, and Sienna Harrison leans against the ring, looking on curiously.

Chase: You heard your tag team partner! Wake up!

Evan, with an inexplicable burst of energy, slithers out of the move. He rolls over his shoulder behind Mark Mania, but he’s taken down with a Clothesline due to his groggines. In the one second that Mania turns his back on Delikado however, Deli grabs at the man’s ankle! Mania staggers as he reaches for Evan, and Evan springs to his feet, hitting a leaping European Uppercut! Mania slams down onto the canvas, clutching his jaw. As he returns to his feet, Evan delivers a sharp kick to his midsection followed by an Exploder Suplex! Yokohama reacts with a loud mixed reaction and Evan dives seemingly a quarter-way across the ring to slap Delikado’s hand. Delikado leaps into the ring over the top rope and charges Mark Mania, catching the number-one contender with a Thesz Press-- and immediately tries to bite his neck.

Harvey: Someone needs to restrain Delikado! We don’t know what type of infection he may actually have!

Chase: RABIIEEES! Mark Mania and President Jeff conspired to infect him! Have you been sleeping this past month, Harv?

Harvey: Sorry, I must’ve been dabbling in reality.

Mania restrains Delikado, and pushes him off. He blasts Delikado with a Dropkick, following up with a DDT as the men climb to their feet, but Delikado screams every time Mania tries to come near him. Mania doesn’t appear phased, but visibly recoils each time Delikado bears his teeth. Evan screams for Delikado to “BITE HIM!”, and as Mania comes near Delikado once more-- Delikado does just that.

Delikado sinks his teeth into Mania’s arm and Mark Mania cries out in pain, subduing the man with a kick to the knee. Delikado drops down to one knee, cursing in pain, but leaps to his feet the moment Mania pivots to make his way to his corner. Delikado takes Mania down with a Bulldog, clubbing him with vicious, untamed fists to the head. Soon, A.C. Smith steps into the ring and takes Delikado down with a Clothesline. Delikado rolls away and Smith exits at the referee’s request. Mark Mania climbs to his feet, shooting a disapproving glance in Delikado’s direction, shaking with rage-- more than considering charging back at the Overdrive Champion, but as he observes his arm, he tags A.C. Smith into the match once more.

Chase: Why won’t Mania come back to fight Delikado?!

Harvey: ...John, I can’t with you today. I can’t. Let’s make sure we’re watching the same match for a second.

Delikado spits at the ground, taking steps back each time Smith comes toward him. Smith reaches for Delikado, but Delikado dives out of the way, smirking as he side-steps Smith. Again, Smith charges Delikado, but is swiftly side-stepped. Delikado points to his own head and gives Smith a wink. Evan screams at Smith from the apron, claiming that they’re smarter than the other team. Delikado gives Evan a nod to agree-- and Smith blasts Delikado with a solid elbow to the head, followed by a Fisherman’s Suplex. He sits up and winks at Envi, shooting him a thumbs-up. Immediately, Evan’s face falls flat.

Harvey: Well, so much for that!

Smith allows Delikado to make his way to his corner and tag in Evan Envi. Envi doesn’t look pleased about it, but doesn’t look surprised. He never breaks eye-contact with Smith, and he steps into the ring, looking at the large man with a deep sigh. Evan meets Smith in the center of the ring-- but Smith waves a finger in Evan’s face. Smith points to Nick Watson, and the crowd roars in approval.

Chase: What?!

Nick Watson, still looking ill from his medical shortcomings earlier in the week smiles fondly at Smith’s outstretched hand and tags himself in. He steps into the ring and Evan backs away, his eyes narrowed.

Harvey: Evan Envi versus Nick Watson! Right now, we finally get what we’ve been promised since Shockwave! Envi has nowhere to run! Smith and Mania are watching!

Evan looks as if he’s about to turn away and tag Delikado back in-- but he turns and charges right back at Nick Watson, going to club him with a forearm, but Watson charges Envi and hits him with a high knee to the skull! Evan cries out, gasping as he hits the mat, the wind knocked out of him! He gets up again, and Watson drills him to the mat with a Brainbuster! Once more Evan climbs to his feet-- and Nick charges him, drilling him face-first to the mat with a Tornado DDT!

Chase: He’s gotta be on drugs. Drugs. He was sick as a dog five minutes ago!

Harvey: Motivation can be a powerful medication, John.

Nick Watson clubs Envi with hard fists, ignoring the warnings of both his teammates and the referee as he follows Evan who tries to scramble to one corner-- then to the other corner-- then to his own corner, where Delikado urges him to come toward him, hurriedly-- before Evan finally tries to make it to the ropes, enduring each fist Nick Watson throws at him.

Harvey: Watson’s going to bust Envi wide open!

Watson screams at the fallen Xtreme Champion.

Nick: So you want to make fun of the woman that brought me into this world?

Nick grabs Evan by his ankle as he tries to crawl out of the ring in fear. He pulls him back to him and then picks him up.

Nick: You want to say that you made me!? Hah! No, Evan... You only opened the door for your eventual end!

Nick sends his fist into Evan's gut, causing Evan to double over, and then he slams Evan against the ropes. Evan collapses against the ropes, looking up at Nick with a great deal of fear in his eyes while Delikado hops down from the apron, sprinting to the opposing team’s corner.

Nick: You think just because you are a champion that you can get away with anything? Assaulting me?

Nick slams his foot down on Evan's mid-section, causing him to wince in pain.

Nick: Throwing me in a jail cell like an animal?

Nick lifts Evan up again and delivers a hard right across Evan's face, shattering the mask a bit, and cutting Nick's balled up fist. Evan throws his hands up to his face.

Nick: Hurting the people I care for, not only physically, but mentally?

Nick round house kicks Evan and sends him sprawling to the mat. Nick's anger glows brightly as the fans erupt into cheers chanting "Watson" as loud as they can.

Nick: No, Evan. Enough is enough...I'm sick and tired...

He blindly gestures to the corner where Delikado should be. Instead, Delikado approaches A.C. Smith from behind on the apron, hitting the big man with a Low Blow! Yokohama boos thunderously as Smith tumbles from the apron. Mania turns toward Delikado-- but as Mania leaps from the apron to confront the man responsible for his now heavily-bleeding arm, Delikado levels him with a Superkick!

LAST CALL TO CUBA!

Nick: ...Of this evil that has ran rampant through APW taking over and destroying the people we care about!

Nick begins to walk toward Evan, who begins to crawl out of the ring.

Nick: You villains think the workplace is hostile? Heh...I will show them what hostile really is because APW is not their play thing!

Evan rolls out of the ring and begins to scramble to his feet. Only to see that Nick Watson has followed him out of the ring. Evan's face is pure white and fear is evident across it. Delikado continues to brawl with A.C. Smith on the other side of the ring, crying out as Smith battles back with hard shots-- elbows and fists to the body.

Nick: I'm going to save Overdrive. No matter the cost.

Evan looks around and sees Sienna, a sick grin spreads across his face as a plan pops up into his head. Evan makes a dash for it as Nick follows him. However, Nick is too late.

Evan: Your move, Nick.

Delikado finally throws Smith into the steel steps, subduing the man. He stumbles toward Watson, Envi, and Sienna.

Harvey: Nick Watson has to do something here!

Nick's eyes go wide as Evan grabs Sienna and holds her hostage, an arm around her neck. Nick looks around for help, but sees that his back up is currently unavailable. He grits his teeth and puts his hands up. Sienna looks at Nick, uncertainty fills her eyes as Nick continues to look onward.

Nick: Let her go!

Evan: But, of course!

Evan throws Sienna into Nick, who catches her, and asks her if she is alright. She nods her head and Nick growls as he moves her to the side a bit, only to be caught in the face with a Superkick!

Chase: LAST CALL TO CUBA!

Sienna desperately moves out of the way of the action, tears in her eyes. Nick Watson falls into Evan’s arms. Evan barely has the strength to move him onto the apron, so Delikado rolls Nick under the bottom rope, shoving Evan in as Evan climbs onto the apron. Evan weakly crawls across Watson, lying on top of him as Delikado climbs into the ring on his hands-and-knees, screaming along with the referee’s count.

Harvey: Please-- not this way!

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Winners: Delikado and Evan Envi “Envikado”

Chase: ENVIKADO! ENVIKADO! ENVIKADO!

Harvey: That DOESN’T exist!
Delikado does not waste time gloating. He drags Evan Envi out of the ring and the two make their way up the ramp, with Envi, who looks to be half-conscious, being supported by Delikado. The referee rushes up to greet them with their titles, but Delikado slaps his hands away, baring his teeth as the referee tries to raise their hands in the air.

Nick Watson looks, angrily from the middle of the ring, while Mark Mania and A.C. Smith climb to their feet on the outside, looks of bewilderment on their face as they look at Delikado and Evan Envi. Smith turns to Watson, yelling something in his direction, but Watson doesn’t answer. Watson buries his face in one hand and shakes his head.

Harvey: Heartbreaking. This is a heartbreaking loss. This win was STOLEN from Nick Watson.

Chase: He just can’t beat Envi-- nothing to be ashamed of.

Harvey: Evan Envi didn’t do anything to get that win! He didn’t even know where he was!

Chase: What great champions we have!

Sienna sits on the ringside floor, nearly in tears as she looks up at Nick, trying her best to apologize. Mark Mania makes his way up the ramp, shouting something at Delikado-- but the champions turn and flee to the backstage area and we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

The camera cuts backside inside President Jeff’s office where his phone rings.

Jeff: Hello?

Jeff waits for a response

Jeff: Your almost here? Awesome. I’ll have someone meet you at the doors.

Jeff listens

Jeff: Your damn right people are gonna go nuts. See ya in a bit

Jeff hangs up the phone and we cut back to ringside for the main event

Harvey: Who is that Jeff is talking too?

Chase: I hope we find out before Overdrive goes off the air.

Harvey: Its now time for our main event of the evening.

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: Since when did we stumble onto a PPV here? We’re seriously giving this match away for free?

Harvey: This is one of the best match ups I’ve seen on Overdrive in quite some time

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: And his Opponent, 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: Biggs and Marvin are no strangers to each other. Last year, Biggs owned Marvin and pretty nearly ended his career.

Harvey: Marvin thinks this is the time for payback, the time to fix all of that. Biggs wants to maintain his dominance and build his momentum going into One Night In Hell.

Main Event Match
Terry Marvin vs. Biggs

Biggs and Marvin lock up in the center of the ring. Marvin ties him in a hammer lock. Biggs goes behind with a waistlock. Marvin counters with a headlock. Biggs counters by throwing Marvin off of him and into the ropes. Marvin flies back with a shoulder block knocking Biggs down. Marvin is quick off the ropes again, but Biggs is back up with a quick arm drag to Marvin. Terry rolls and is back to his feet and off the ropes again. He goes for a spinning Wheel kick but Biggs ducks underneath. Marvin crashes to the mat but spins to his knees. As he gets up, Biggs is there with a jumping spin Kick. Marvin ducks underneath again and grabs Biggs for a Side Effect. Biggs Elbows out and hooks Marvin for Reverse DDT. Marvin spins out of it and shoves Biggs off in into the corner. They stare strait at each other as the fans cheer loudly.

Chase: WOW! These two were going right at it to start the match.

Harvey: Hell of a back and forth so far. Both men struggle to gain the upper hand here, but they’ve got each other scouted so well!

Biggs and Marvin get toe to toe again and size each other up. It’s a bit of a stalemate as neither wants to make the wrong move. Marvin takes a step towards Biggs who counters with a dropkick to Marvin’s knees followed up by a shinning wizard that takes him down. Biggs makes a quick cover.

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Biggs wastes no time as he quickly runs to the ropes springboarding off the middle rope looking for a leg drop but Marvin moves out of the way. Biggs crashes ass first and screams in pain but Marvin gives him no room to react as he snatches him up quick and drops him with a Sidewalk Slam. He makes the cover.

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KICKOUT!

Chase: a couple of quick near falls there and this is not going to be your normal match. Both of these men want it so bad, you’d think that title was on the line.

Harvey: We could be watching something special here tonight Chase.

Both men get to their feet again. Marvin kicks Biggs in the gut and hooks him for a Whiplash. But Biggs squirms out of it and rolls to the outside! Marvin follows him and chases Biggs around the ring until he slides in. Marvin follows and right into a baseball slide and back to the outside. Biggs smiles as he comes to the ropes and hits a SPRINGBOARD SHOOTING STAR PRESS ON THE OUTSIDE!!!

Harvey: WOW! Biggs blew up big time there with a huge high risk move to the outside.

Biggs rolls Marvin in and makes the cover.

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SHOULDER UP!

Biggs pulls Marvin back to his feet and takes him down with a dragon screw Leg Drag. He kicks Marvin’s leg and drops the elbow across the knee. He slaps him in a Grapevine Leg Lock pulling and wrenching the leg. He lets go of the hold, and drags Marvin to the ropes, places the leg on the bottom rope. He drops the knee across the leg. Marvin grabs his knee and rolls to the center of the ring. Biggs stalks him and the crowd gives a loud mixed reaction. Biggs grabs Marvin’s legs and ties him in the sharp shooter. He turns him over and sits back . Marvin screams in pain as the ref is right there. Marvin shakes his head as he scrambles to get out of this hold. But Biggs has it locked. He’s screaming for Marvin to give up. But Terry spins and struggles.

Chase: Biggs has him in the middle of the ring and he’s not going anywhere. This one might be over!

Terry twists and struggles. He turns and grabs one of Bigg’s legs and tries to pull it up. Biggs loses his balance and it forces him to drop the hold. Marvin rolls to the corner and to his feet. Biggs charges but Marvin moves, grabs Biggs and hits an edgematic! He hooks the leg.

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KICKOUT!

Marvin pulls himself to the corner and tries to stand up, shaking off his injured leg. He stumbles to Biggs and hits a Single Arm DDT! HE throws hard elbows into the shoulder and back of the head. He stands up still limping and STOMPS on Biggs arm and Shoulder with both feet HARD! He crumbles to one knee and tries to get to his feet. He grabs Biggs’ arm and drags him to the ropes. He hangs the arm on the ropes and steps to the apron. He grabs Biggs’ arm and drops to the floor ringing the arm off the middle rope!

Chase: The Champion is getting very vicious here, and I LOVE IT!

Harvey: he’s really trying to wear that arm down now!

Marvin gets back into the ring and waits for Biggs to turn around. Once he does, Terry goes for the arm trying to take him down for the show’s Over Crossface. Biggs battles out of it with a couple of European uppercuts. Marvin stumbles back into the ropes. Biggs charges at Marvin and tries for a flying forearm. Marvin sidesteps and Biggs hits the ropes whiplashing back and Marvin takes him down for the Show’s Over Crossface. He locks it in! He pulls back hard on the head and arm of Biggs who screams trying to kick and spin out of this.

Chase: That’s it. The Show’s over, Marvin is finally going to get one over on Biggs!

Biggs tries his best to spin his feet to the ropes, but Marvin is unrelenting. Biggs raises his hand as if to about to tap. Marvin smiles as the ref is there to watch for it. Suddenly Biggs pushes up just enough to duck his head down on the mat. Pushes with his feet and flips himself and Marvin Over, hooking him for a pin.

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Marvin lets go and Biggs rolls out and gets to his feet. He turns around RIGHT INTO A HUGE SUPERKICK by Marvin.

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THREE – NO – Kickout!

Harvey: Terry thought he had him there and his frustration is building.

Chase: Wait! What’s this?

Loud boos ring out from the fans as Level One comes marching down to the ring. He’s accompanied by Mr. Dangerous. Marvin sees this and looks confused and angry screaming at the smiling Level One!

Harvey: What’s he doing out here? And why is Mr. Dangerous with him?

Chase: Obviously since Level One gave Dangerous the final spot in the Elimination Chamber, he’s just out here to scout two of his opponents.

Marvin is yelling at Level One ”WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?” But Level One doesn’t get a chance to answer as Marvin is spun around by Biggs who connects with the SPACED OUT! Biggs stares at Level One on the outside with a warning before making the late cover on marvin.

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NO! Marvin got his foot on the Ropes!

Level One laughs on the outside as Biggs pounds the mat arguing with the Referee. He gets up and pulls Marvin to his feet. He grabs the head and hits the SLICED BREAD #2! He rolls Terry over and heads to the turnbuckle. He launches off with the UFO……BUT MISSES! Marvin rolled out of the way!

Chase: NOBODY HOME! Biggs whiffed big time there!

Harvey: The champ now looking to take advantage!

Marvin Grabs Biggs and hits the YOU’RE CANCELLED as he gets to his feet. He takes one quick look at Level One on the outside then pulls Biggs to his feet and hits the WHIPLASH IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!

Chase: He’s done it! Marvin’s got the win!

He rolls Biggs over and makes the cover.

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The crowd cheers loudly thinking Marvin got the win! But then they’re in utter shock when Biggs kicks out! Terry puts his hands on his head and can’t believe it. Marvin then pulls Biggs to his feet and hooks him for another whiplash. Biggs tries to struggle out of it when……

…… LEVEL ONE comes from the outside with a big forearm across Biggs’ back just as Mr. Dangerous throws a punch into Marvin’s face! Biggs goes down as Marvin turns at Dangerous in anger and throws a right hand that takes Dangerous Down and out! The ref calls for the bell.

Chase: Wait! What just happened?

Paige: This match has been deemed a DOUBLE DISQUALIFICATION!

Harvey: Level One just cost Marvin the match! So much for being on the same page!

Level One begins to stomp the hell out of Biggs when Marvin pulls him back and shoves him hard, pointing at Biggs and saying ”WHY DID YOU DO THAT?” But Level One just points at Biggs and says “Come on, let’s take him out!” Level One starts for Biggs again as Marvin shakes in anger! But the crowd begins to cheer loudly as out comes CJ Gates and slides into the ring!

Chase: GREAT! Now Gates is out there? This is just perfect!

Gates stands in front of Biggs and gets him to his feet. Biggs shoves Gates off, taking exception to being rescued. Marvin gets in Level One’s face and starts to scream at him, and it’s a giant yelling match in the ring right now as all four men square off.

Harvey: It looks like One Night In Hell is going to erupt right now folks.

Just as they’re all about to explode…. "Earthquake" by Labrinth rings out and Kurt Noble steps out from the back to the stage as the crowd boos loudly.

Chase: Oh What Now?

Kurt Runs to the ring and slides in. He ducks under Level one’s clothesline and takes marvin Out with a running elbow. He then ducks under Biggs and Gate’s double Clothesline and tackles Level one unleashing with lefts and rights to the face. But Biggs and Gates pull him off and hit a double DDT! They all begin to stomp away on him!

Harvey: This is becoming an OLD FASHION Beat Down!

Marvin calls for them to pull Kurt to his feet. He then kicks Kurt repeatedly as he screams at him. Level One Shoves Marvin out of the way and gets his own licks in on him. He screams “You want to End My Career?” He tells Biggs and CJ to hold him up as he unleashes a DEVISTATING Big Boot!

Biggs and CJ seem shocked as they just look at Kurt. They back off not wanting any more of this and Marvin tries to pull Level One off as well. But just then….

Harvey: OH MY GOD! HE’S BACK!!!!!

The crowd goes absolutely ballistic as Chris Hart runs from the crowd and into the ring. He goes right for Level One taking him down with a forearm to the face. Biggs and CJ Rush at Hart and begin to pound on him. But Hart Fights them off for a little while. Once They get the one up on Hart, Noble gets to his feet, grabs CJ and tosses hits a German Suplex. Hart takes Biggs down and he rolls out of the ring. Marvin grabs Hart And sets him up for a Side Effect. Hart battles out of it and manages to toss Marvin out of the ring just as Noble tosses Gates.

Chase: Noble-Hart just cleared the ring.

They back up to the center of the ring and back right into each other. They turn around, fists raised. Kurt shakes with anger as Chris stares him down! The scene in the ring is intense!

Chase: HERE WE GO! Noble Hart finally implodes.

Just as it looks like Hart and Noble are about to go at each other’s throats, they break formation and shake hands to the delight of the crowd. Hart raises Kurts hand high as the crowd cheers loudly!

Harvey: I don’t think this is over yet!

On the outside, Level One and Marvin hop up on the apron on the left. Biggs and CJ get on the right. They are etching out their plan and about to get into the ring!!!!

Chase: The elimination Chamber match starts tonight!

But before they get into it. President Jeff comes out on the stage with a clip board in hand and screams at them to stop.

President Jeff: THAT’S ENOUGH!!!!!

Everyone looks up at the entrance ramp

Jeff: Hold on a second here guys. I have an announcement to make

Harvey: This is gonna be good

Chase: Jeff always has the best announcements.

Jeff: I‘m not going to waste everyone‘s time here. I‘d like to introduce to everyone. The newest member of the OVERDRIVE roster. Please welcome…….

Harvey: What is President Jeff talking about?

Chase: I have no idea...and neither does anyone in the ring!

Harvey: Nobody ever tells us anything around he...

Before Harvey can finish his thought, the opening riffs of "Sieben" by Subway to Sally starts blaring over the Yokohama Arena's loudspeakers. The fans in attendance all turn their attention towards the top of the ramp in bewilderment as President Jeff cracks a smile.

Harvey: What is going on here? What's that music?

Chase: ...where have I heard that music before?

Harvey: Oh no.

Chase: Waitasecond...

Harvey: Good God no...you don't think...not him...

The curtains are slowly peeled back as stepping out from the backstage area is an individual wearing a horribly obnoxious neon orange designer suit and a pair of red tinted sunglasses. He stops next to President Jeff and gives him a solemn nod before turning to the ring with a huge smile across his heavily tanned face.

Harvey: That's former CWC World Heavyweight Champion Azrael Goeren!

Chase: YES! OH MY GOD THIS IS FANTASTIC!

Azrael continues to grin at all of the combatants in the ring, staring back at their shocked faces. He soon turns his attention to the now booing APW faithful who are all too familiar with his antics.

Harvey: This man is an absolute lunatic! Who let him in the building?! Don't you remember what he did here during Survive and Conquer?!

Chase: Tore the house down if I remember correctly. If it weren't for Alioth Starre cheating he would have won the whole thing!

Harvey: Last I heard Goeren was in rehab for...just about everything. Wait...oh please don't tell me he was the person President Jeff was talking to all night on the phone!

Azrael, after thoroughly milking it from the seething crowd, takes a step back towards President Jeff who hands him a microphone. Azrael attempts to speak at the six men in the ring but is immediately drowned out by the fans. He takes a moment before continuing with his heavy German accent.

Goeren: Mein freunds...it looks to me like you could use a bit of order around here in APW, yes?

More boos rain down from the rafters.

Goeren: The six of you look like you don't want to wait until the Overdrive Elimination Chamber match at One Night In Hell to tear each other apart, but I'm afraid you're going to have to restrain yourselves tonight. The APW fans in Tokyo deserve a truly memorable pay-per-view and I fully intend to give them one.

Harvey: What's that sociopath getting at?

Chase: Shhh!

Without another word, President Jeff hands Azrael Goeren the clipboard he brought with him. Azrael, never taking his eyes off the men in the ring, flashes his pearly whites and signs his name across the sheets of paper. He holds the clipboard high in the air and beams towards the ring.

Goeren: You see gentlemen, I want to make sure your match at One Night In Hell happens because I just signed on to be your special guest referee!

Harvey: No! This is insane!

The jeers somehow get even louder at that announcement as Azrael hands the clipboard back to President Jeff. He turns towards the back momentarily as if to leave, but suddenly stops and turns back towards the ring with a twisted smile across his face.

Goeren: Oh and one more thing kiddies. One little itsy bitsy thing that slipped my mind. That contract I just signed? It wasn't just for a guest referee position at One Night In Hell...it was my APW contract. Get used to this face mein freunds because Azrael Goeren is here to stay!

Harvey: What?!

Chase: This is seriously the best moment of my life. We just signed a former CWC World Champion! One of the biggest names in our sport!

Harvey: No, we just signed the most unstable, self-obsessed train wreck of a talent in wrestling today. And we put him in charge of officiating one of the biggest matches in APW history!

Azrael holds his arms out to the side and gives a quick bow to the audience before staring coldly back Marvin, Level One, Hart, Noble, Biggs and Gates as Overdrive goes off the air