Meltdown - Chicago, Illinois (10/15/12)

[Johnny Rebel]

Earlier on in the evening...

We cut to the backstage area and Chicago, Illinois cheers in approval as we see the tag team, M&M—Logan Alexander and Aubrey J. Parker. They are at the door of the M&M locker room, but Logan is in the midst of a conversation with a third person in the group… A generally unfamiliar young woman that several viewers may know as Cassandra McPherson, M&M’s accountant, and a personal friend of Parker’s.

Cassandra: OK, you want me to babysit her all night?

Cassandra laughs at the prospect, but Logan doesn’t seem to find it particularly amusing.

LA: Well, if it's not an inconvenience. You've already spent a lot of time with her this week, which I really appreciate. I just don't like pulling other people into our issues...

Cassandra: Don't get me wrong, it's no inconvenience; I just didn't think you were seri--

She stops when Logan's stoic expression fails to change. She sighs.

Cassandra: Okay, I've got it. No one's getting in this locker room. And she's not gonna run off starting any fights if I can help it.

AJP: Wow. Thanks Mom. Thanks Dad.

AJP rolls her eyes and turns, walking toward the doorway. Cassandra starts to say something to Logan, but both are interrupted as a female clears her throat off camera and approaches the two remaining members of the trio... And the camera quickly turns around to reveal Vincent Pennington's agent, Sienna Harrison!

Logan looks over at Sienna then he looks back at Aubrey and Cassandra.

LA: Go escort the 'little one' inside. I'll see to our guest.

He smirks slightly and Cassandra laughs at the relationship of the two before “escorting” Aubrey inside the locker room, out of frame of the camera. Sienna smiles up at Logan politely.

Sienna: Well, I was hoping to speak to both of you, but I guess you’re a little preoccupied, huh?

She nods to the door to emphasize what she means.

Sienna: Look, Logan. I know you’re upset about what Vincent did last week, and about the cage match Aubrey’s in tonight—but I wanted to let you know that everything that happened last week was an accident. It got WAY too out of hand and I should’ve been out there to facilitate.

LA: Yes... hindsight always gives that benefit, doesn't it?

He then looks back at Sienna, fixing her with a hard stare.

LA: Speaking of Vincent, you did leave his leash on and tied to something and muzzled him before you wandered off, right? Wouldn't want anymore 'accidents' to happen while you're not there.

Sienna folds her arms and gives Logan a disapproving look. Her tone suggests less patience than before.

Sienna: It was a bad judgment call. A mistake. We all make them.

She speaks a little bit quieter.

Sienna: We’ve known each other for five years, Logan. You know you can trust me… What Vincent did will never happen again. I’m just asking you to not do anything drastic. Neither of you. I don’t want to see any of you three get hurt.

Logan scoffs at that.

LA: Little late for that don't you think?

Sienna: Logan…

He shakes his head slightly.

LA: I really don't have a problem with you, Sienna. We've known each other a long time, and we were pretty close at one point. I also remember that when I was there willing to help you, you didn't have trust in me and walked away.

He pauses for a moment to let that sink in. Sienna looks like she’s ready to answer, but she can’t seem to decide which words she wants to use—so Logan continues in place of her.

LA: I'm not going to say that I don't believe you'll try to keep Vincent in line, I already know you can't.

Chicago roars at this and Sienna recoils, offended by the statement.

LA: He's simply not going to listen to you because he's not in control. I'd just suggest that you be careful around him. The last thing you need is to be around someone that has a chance of being like Evan... and just acts.

Logan steps past Sienna and walks into his locker room. She doesn’t turn and look at him. Logan pauses, with his back turned to Sienna to see if she’ll respond—and after seconds pass by of that not happening, he simply utters a ”hm!” and steps inside the locker room, slamming the door behind him. The camera fades to black on Sienna’s cold, spiteful stare.

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

West: Welcome wrestling fans...we have another stacked episode of Monday Night Meltdown here, live on FX! We're staring down a date with One Night in Hell!

Harris: Every night is a date in hell with you.

West: You could only be so lucky to be sitting by my side every week! We'll see the trio of Young Mannie, Shanell Lewis and Mr. Williams taking on Shadow, Streets Wilson and Michael Lively in our main event. Mannie has been on an impressive streak lately but the combination of Shadow, Wilson and Lively will be tough to overcome!

Harris: No kidding. Let's just hope Mannie can keep his pants on when Lewis gets near him.

West: We'll also see a steel cage match with The Krunk, Vincent Pennington and Aubrey J. Parker! Parker suffered a concussion at the hands of Pennington last week, can she get revenge on "Hardnocks?"

Harris: I wouldn't count on it, however, I've been wrong about Parker before. I've heard that Asylum's Johnny Knuckles has had an erection over some "naughty" Parker pictures this week for more than four hours and he still hasn't contacted his doctor!

West: Our opening contest is next as we'll see one half of Educated Money taking on the Finnish Phenom! Let's get down to the ring.

Paige: This match is our opening contest of the evening and is scheduled for one fall! From Paris, France weighing in at 275 pounds..."THE PRIDE OF FRANCE" JEROME DUBOIS!!!!

As the intro of the song plays across the arena, Dubois doesn't appear until the 40 seconds mark, making the fans wait for his arrival. Dubois makes his way out with a Blue Robe with "Still a Phenomenon" written across the back in White. Dubois stretches his arms out from side to side as he looks up to the heavens as a Red Pyro shoot off behind him. Dubois makes his way down the ramp with and walks up the steel steps where he wipes his feet on the apron and then steps into the ring. As Dubois enters the ring he removes his robe and climb on to the apron where he is seen wearing a white trunks with "Culture" Written on the back.

Paige: And his opponent from Hellsinki, Finnland, weighing in at 245 pounds..." THE FINNISH PHENOM" TUHOA VALO!!!

West: Tuhoa seems to be all business as he simply walks toward the ring.

Harris: Yeah, The Frenchman looks unimpressed.

"The Finnish Phenom" Tuhola Valo vs. "The Pride of France" Jerome Dubois!

As the bell rings both men lock horns with a collar an elbow tie up. Dubois digs in pushing his feet into the canvas driving the Finnish Phenom to the ropes. Valo turns the tide as neither man backs off their struggle for power. They both switch positions rolling into the corner with Dubois backed up. The Finnish Phenom drives a knee to the mid section ending the debate of strength. Valo follows it up with a shoulder shiver. The foreigner tries another shot but Dubois ducks under switching positions with the man. He tries to keep control with a few rapid fire right hands before quickly Irish Whipping his opponent across the ring. The Frenchman charges across as Valo crashes into the turnbuckle he follows him in with a huge leaping splash. Dubois backs off and scoops the Finn with a spinning power slam.

West: Good lord what impact.

Harris: Just the force from the spin would faze most men, add that powerfully violent slam.

The Phenom impacts hard as his back hits the mat. Dubois hooks a leg for the cover.

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Harris: Close call, thought that was a wrap.

West: Yeah, this match could go either way. Two talents for sure.

Harris: What...

West: I said they are talents.

Harris: You sound like that generic podcaster always talking about APW, Simon something...

West: You listen to Podcasts?

Harris: Shut up and call the match!!

Jerome drags his opponent to his feet before eating an elbow. Valo gives another elbow, but Dubois locks in a head lock. Valo backs Jerome against the ropes then shoves him off across the ring. The Finnish Phenom catches his rebounding opponent flush with a drop kick. He wastes no time yanking the man to his feet hooking him for a suplex and snaps it over. Dubois hits the mat violently and arches in pain.

West: Nothing sexier then a perfectly executed snap suplex.

Harris: What...we need to get you a date!!

West: Why...no the move just...

Harris: It's cool I'm going to set you up on ChristianMingle.com.

West: Christian Mingle?

Harris: Yeah, uh oh Valo on the attack.

Valo trying to keep the momentum helps his opponent up once more driving him into the corner following that up with a few crisp back elbow shots to the head. Valo backs across the ring as Dubois tries to regain composure against the turn buckles. The Finnish Phenom sprints across the rings leaps in the air driving both knees to the chest of his opponent as the crowd roars with the impact. Valo lands on his feet as Dubois falls into his arms. The Finn belly to belly duplexes the man to the mat and hooks a leg for the pin.

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Valo looks frustrated and stands up, Dubois rolls over and follows him to his feet as well. Both men exchange a few punches before Dubois kicks Valo to the mid section. He quickly drops him with a DDT. Jerome explodes to his feet stalking his opponent as he wobbles upright. Dubois scoop slams the Phenom and instantly drives a nasty elbow drop to his chest. He backs off motioning his arms for Valo to get up. Jerome kicks the man to the gut doubling him over and screams out "Viva la France" Dubois hooks the man around the waist lifting him upright.

West: He going for the Culture Shock!!!

The Finnish Phenom slides out the back landing on his feet. Surprised Jerome Dubois spins around. Before he even realizes what is going on he gets hooked around the head, and is violently spun around landing on his head.

Harris: His Culture just got shocked there with Valo's Commence Destruction!!!

West: That was brutal the way he hit the mat, The Finnish wrestler wasting no time going for the pin...

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Paige: Here is your winner, via pinfall, "The Finnish Phenom" Tuhoa Valo!

Valo jumps to his feet after securing the three count. Jerome Dubois rolls outside the ring clutch his head in pain. Tuhoa beats on his chest then poses for the crowd.

West: Hard fought victory here tonight.

Harris: Is Finland closer to Baltimore or Pittsburgh?

The camera fades to the backstage area where Michael Lively is seen standing out side his locker room on his cell phone.

Lively: I don't care what it costs...just get me the get up in time for the PPV. I am walking out there dressed in it one way or another!!!

Lively hangs up his phone shaking his head. His body guard Sabur walks up.

Sabur: What's up big time?

Lively: Just handling business.

Lively with the North American title dangling between his legs opens the door to his locker room. Surprised with what he sees ass he steps in the self proclaimed savior raises his voice.

Lively: HEY!!! You looking for this???

Lively points at his crotch where title hangs as Vincent Pennington turns around from his rummaging. A smile painted on his face as he is caught red handed. Sabur beefs up about to lung toward the intrude, but Lively extends an arm to stop the big man. Pennington folds his arms slightly amused with the disturbed look on the champions face.

Lively: So you thought you would walk in here and help yourself to the title. A typical thief...Look it didn't really help you much the last few weeks did it?

Pennington just smiles on not responding to the arrogant champion.

Lively: Well I can tell you that tonight will be no different then One Night In Hell, which means this title stays in my possession.

Vincent Pennington this time unfolds his arms steps toward Lively with a serious look on his face.

Pennington: Lively, tonight a statement gets made. The people will witness a preview of what they can expect at the PPV. They can begin to let the excitement build, as the crowning of a new champion will be a reality.

Lively chuckles in humor.

Lively: That so? How do you plan on making this statement?

Pennington just smiles as Michael Lively turns toward Sabur with a look of "you believe this guy". No sooner he does that a loud cracking sound rings out as Sabur buckles to the floor. Krunk is standing there with a lead pipe in his hand. The champ shocked eats a forearm to the back of the head from Pennington before he can react. Krunk hits Lively in the ribs with the pipe as he groans in pain. Pennington spins Lively over and stomps a few boots to his chest. The big man grabs the North American title from the champ and leans down addressing the champion.

Pennington: Lively this is just the start. As you gasp for air I want you to welcome the feeling of panic, embrace the pain, let it sink in. You might have just bitten off more then you can chew this time Lively. I say why wait till One Night in Hell...you can get used to not carrying this around tonight!!!

Pennington kicks the champs once more, as Krunk lays a couple of boots to Lively's body guard Sabur who is out cold. The two men who are set to team up later walk off with the North American title in their possession. Meltdown heads to a commercial break.

[Johnny Rebel]

Hannah Storm is standing outside of the dressing room of Young Mannie, She is ready to get the scoop on Mannie’s recent roll and the budding “Relationship” between him & the up and comer Shanell Lewis. Hannah knocks on the dressing room door of Young Mannie and it’s answered by Miss Shanell Lewis. Shanell welcomes Hannah into the room as Mannie is seen doing upside-down push-ups. Hannah stares at Mannie with the look of impression as Shanell quickly stands in front of Hannah and eye balls her. Hannah quickly changes her view as Shanell nods in agreement. Mannie finishes his last push-up before front flipping to his feet. Mannie seems to be in good spirits as he walks over and places his arm around Shanell and waves to the APW Universe.

Hannah Storm: Shanell, Mannie I mean wow…After one match together as a team, you have already earned a tag title shot? It does seem there is a lot of chemistry between you two and maybe out of the ring as well…Care to explain?

Mannie comments first as begins to smile

Mannie: Well Hannah Storm without a question there is something going on between us…And what exactly is that? Well it’s simple we are together now if you want to throw around the meaning of that, I will simply saw it means what it means! I’m here for her and she’s here for me!

Shanell looks at Mannie as her arm is now around his waist as Hannah Storm nods and looks at Shanell before continuing the question

Hannah Storm: Well since I couldn't catch exactly answer from you Mannie…So I need to know what does that really mean Shanell? I need to honestly ask. What's going on between you two? Are you a couple? A new tag team?

Shanell Lewis: We are a team, we are partners and more importantly we are friends. Mannie has been a mentor for me the last few weeks and I couldn't be more appreciative. I'm gaining confidence and I'm making friends. I feel like I'm starting to fit in here a little bit.

Mannie starts to kiss on Shanell as he begins to blush. Hannah Storm seems a bit confused as she can’t make sense of the tandem and she asks what’s in the future for the two

Mannie: Well after our successful debut, I guess it’s safe to say the tag titles are in our sight. But even more than that…We have a goal better yet a mission of bringing back something that’s been dwindling in APW on and off for the last two years…And that is the art of Tag Team Wrestling! We aren’t here to make a run at the tag titles for the expense of just trying to benefit us, but because we both love APW and wrestling. We both want APW to exceed in every way possible, so while so many things have been going well for APW, There are still problems such as the tag division becoming a non-existent joke which only gets attention due to other’s wrestlers not being able to due well in singles competition and to their dismay of seeking attention. Now while I’m not one who likes to down someone’s choices but if your going to make the tag belts a joke then don’t even waste the time of APW or the APW Universe. We want to bring back the prestige of Tag Team Wrestling in APW with or without those belts. I & Shanell are going to be the face of the Tag Teams division and we are going to accomplish that mission. I’ve have a new fire in my belly since returning and I love it. I’m actually back in love with APW and pro wrestling. I remember last year towards the end of my tenure, I was so sick of showing up two works and even winning the tag belts didn’t help. I can honestly say if Mr. Dangerous wasn’t Jason Kash’s partner during that match, we would’ve lost. The RSM didn’t deserve those belts that night and APW didn’t for sure deserve us as champions. So I know anything I did during that time, made me an unpopular guy in the back but since being back. Most of the collective roster have been receptive of me and my new attitude, Well some haven’t I don’t blame them but I don’t plan on leaving again especially the way I did last time. So I’m here and I’m here for good and so is Shanell and we are going to put every tag team on notice.

Mannie looks very serious as Shanell hugs Mannie tight and adds on

Shanell Lewis: I really couldn't have said it better than myself. The Tag Team Titles are the prize here but besides that we want to give the fans something to get excited about. I know for me personally this is a ride that has just begun and I couldn't be more excited. I've made a friend and partner in Mannie, and I think the fans are excited about me which is a plus. Its strange, I've been accepted more here than I have been in my entire life for the most part. So, I'm going to cling onto the moment while its here.

Hannah Storm nods as she states one last question

Hannah Storm: So Shanell & Mannie...Any last words to your opponents tonight?

Mannie: Prepare for the unexpected.

Hannah Storm: Well Shanell?

Shanell Lewis: Ditto!

Hannah Storm: Well there you have it folks, Mannie & Shanell are going to do the unexpected.

The cameras pan to ringside where a bell sounds to garner the attention of the fans. “This Fire Burns” by Killswitch Engage is already playing as Ashton Daniels stoops down in the corner of the ring while Jerome Dubois stands behind the ropes on the apron, patting his shoulder, speaking words of encouragement.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, in the ring, from Miami Florida, accompanied by Jerome Dubois… ASHTON DANIELS!

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

Paige: And his opponent, hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada—LOGAN ALEXANDER!

Logan starts walking down the entry ramp, occasionally reaching out to some of the fans doing the same on either side of him. For the most part though, Logan’s gaze is on his opponent in the ring, while the coloured lights shine down in his direction, moving in somewhat circular patterns around him. Once at ringside, Logan makes his way up the steps and onto the ring apron. He continues to watch his opponent while climbing through the ropes and stepping into the ring. The coloured lights now move in a circle on the inside of the ring. Logan moves around to each side of the ring, holding his arms out wide and calling out to the crowd as he does so. Each time he turns away from the crowd, he looks at the untrustworthy team, Educated Money.

West: Logan is out here sans Aubrey J. Parker this evening. After what happened a week ago in Peoria, he doesn’t want to risk further injury to his team by bringing her out here.

Harris: Which a part of me gets, but a part of me doesn’t understand. Logan, you’re less than two weeks away from an Elimination Last Man Standing match that Aubrey J. Parker is in! This is when you WANT the odds to be stacked against everyone else in the match!

West: I guess that’s why you’re a color commentator now, and not a tag team wrestler.

Harris: …Shut up, Shane, you don’t even like M&M!

The colored lights move out of the ring as the normal lighting resumes. Logan removes his sunglasses and tucks them into a jacket pocket, before removing the jacket. He moves to a corner of the ring away from his opponent, keeping his back towards the corner, and reaches through the ropes to lower his jacket to one of the ringside technicians. He then looks back at Daniels and moves out towards the center of the ring, ready to begin. The bell sounds.

Ashton Daniels w/ Jerome Dubois vs Logan Alexander

Harris: There’s the bell, and Logan doesn’t look too concerned—even with Dubois lurking around ringside!

West: Well, Dubois wasn’t looking too great up against Tuhoa Valo earlier tonight. Ashton Daniels is looking for some better luck here. He’s hoping to score win number uno for Educated Money since their debut victory two weeks ago!

The two lock up with Daniels eventually able to overpower the smaller Logan and push him against the ropes. As Logan returns to the center of the ring, Daniels shoves him and laughs into his face, claiming that he’s the better wrestler. Logan chuckles at the comment. Daniels goes to catch the seemingly distracted Logan with a slap to the face—but Logan blocks it! He drives Daniels to the mat with a Hip Toss, but doesn’t release his arm, pulling him back up into a rough Shoulder Block followed by a rolling Arm Drag. Daniels groggily climbs up to his feet but he’s taken right back down with an Implant DDT! Logan hooks his near leg for the cover.

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West: Dubois doesn’t look too pleased with how things are going!

Harris: I’m not pleased with how their careers are going.

West: …Dick.

Harris: That’s meee!

Logan rolls away as Daniels gets up swinging. Logan goes to hit him with a Spear, but Daniels manages to get a knee up and catch Logan between the eyes! Logan is spun around from the impact and Daniels lifts him up, going for a German Suplex—but Logan lands on his feet behind Daniels. Logan goes for a German Suplex, but Daniels fights, twisting toward Logan in the hold. He clubs at him with fists and elbows, but Logan takes him up and over, then to the ground with a single-leg takedown. He hits a hammerfist to Daniel’s nose, immediately drawing blood. The referee scolds him, but Logan hoists Daniels up by the neck, hitting a stiff European Uppercut, spinning him around and bringing him down for a headlock-assisted Backbreaker! Once more Daniels shoots up, and Logan nails a double-knee lungblower to his back! Once Daniels hits the ground, Logan drives his knee against his throat, glaring down at him. The referee administers his five count, and Logan breaks right at the count of four. Jerome Dubois complains of foul play on the outside.

Harris: Logan’s a lot more aggressive here with Ashton Daniels than we’ve seen him since his debut… Haha, I like it.

West: There’s a lot of frustration there. Logan’s partner, Aubrey Parker is set to go up against Vincent Pennington and Krunk in a steel cage match a little later on tonight with Logan banned from ringside, and I know he’s had some choice words for Johnny Diamond about that one.

Ashton Daniels begs Logan to stop as Logan hoists him up again, but Logan silences him with an elbow to the jaw, a forearm to the already-busted nose, and an Enziguiri! Ashton is driven face-first to the mat with the last move and Logan kneels down a few feet away, motioning for him to get up… However, Jerome Dubois suddenly slides into the ring! He charges Logan for a Clothesline, and Logan ducks! He catches Jerome Dubois off the rebound with the Forward Falling Neckbreaker he calls Stryke Force! Chicago erupts as Dubois is planted and rolls out of the ring. Logan turns his attention back to Daniels, who groggily stands up and meets the same fate—Stryke Force! Daniels goes limp when he hits the mat, and Logan locks him in a Rear Naked Choke with Body Scissors. Daniels reaches for the ropes and flails wildly for a few seconds, but ultimately has no choice but to tap out!

West: Logan with that Rear Naked Choke that he calls the Revised Chaos Theory! Ashton Daniels had to tap—he took too much damage!

Winner via Submission: Logan Alexander

“Reach For the Stars” hits the PA system and Logan gets to his feet, looking with satisfaction at the motionless figures of the slightly bloodied Ashton Daniels and, on the outside, Jerome Dubois.

Harris: Logan Alexander just defeated Ashton Daniels, but more importantly, he dismantled Educated Money in about two minutes by himself!

West: This is definitely a message to everybody involved in the North American Title match at One Night in Hell!

Logan takes only a few seconds to celebrate the win in the ring before stepping over the fallen Ashton Daniels and strolling up the ramp to the back.

The cameras switch to the back and Chicago cheers as Aubrey J. Parker and the young lady we were introduced to earlier in the night, Cassandra McPherson, sit in M&M’s locker room. Aubrey watches Logan Alexander’s brief post-match celebration on the monitor in the locker room but they’re interrupted by a knock on the door. Cassandra looks at Aubrey for a moment and then pushes herself up, making her way to the door.

Cassandra: I’ve got it.

Aubrey’s body language suggests that she was about to do it, but sees no point in arguing with Logan advised earlier.

Cassandra stops at the door and puts her hand on the knob.

Cassandra: Who is it?

(Unknown): It’s me. Sienna.

Cassandra turns to Aubrey but Aubrey’s eyes are a little big with confusion. She shrugs.

AJP: Let her in.

Cassandra hesitates but opens the door, just wide enough to make sure Sienna Harrison came alone before allowing the girl entrance. She closes and locks the door behind her.

Sienna: Hey, Aubrey… How are you feeling?

Aubrey narrows her eyes at Sienna, not exactly trusting her. For years, the two had failed to see eye to eye on many things.

AJP: I’m fine, Sienna. Thanks.

Sienna: I came here to apologize for what Vincent did last week. It was completely uncalled for. It wasn’t characteristic.

AJP: You have nothing to apologize for.

Sienna: He’s a good guy. I know you two are about to go up against each other in that cage match with Krunk, but he didn’t mean to hurt you.

Cassandra: Right.

Cassandra rolls her eyes but doesn’t move from the door. Sienna quickly gives her an annoyed glance but Aubrey brings her attention back to her by raising a hand in the air.

AJP: He might not have meant for things to go as far as they did. He snapped out there, and he attacked whoever he could get his hands on… That happens a lot in wrestling.

Sienna smiles.

Sienna: Yeah! You understand. It was a horrible mistake.

AJP: And tonight, I’m going to get my hands on him. Tonight, I’m going to snap. I’m going to take things too far. And I’m going to dismantle Vincent Pennington, somehow, someway. He’s going to get really, really hurt. That also happens a lot in wrestling. But if you’d like…

Aubrey looks coldly up into Sienna’s eyes.

AJP: We can just call it a horrible mistake.

Sienna looks at Aubrey in shock. She turns to Cassandra for some sort of help but Cassandra doesn’t look like she’s fully aware of what to do. Sienna closes her mouth and glares at both of them, turning and storming out of the room. She slams the door behind her and Cassandra flinches but Aubrey just shrugs. After a few seconds, AJP starts to say something to Cassandra, but there’s another knock at the door.

Tap, tap, tap.

Cassandra: Guess she’s back.

Cassandra walks to the door and opens it again, but this time it’s not Sienna Harrison standing there. The crowd reacts in a pleased manner when we see “The Smooth One” Mr. William D. Williams Jr.! Cassandra takes a single step back, not entirely sure how to handle the newcomer.

AJP: Cass? Who is it?

Silently answering her question, Williams steps inside and closes the door behind himself without much show or flare and smiles warmly, almost intoxicatingly handsomely at the two young women, but quickly directs his attention to Aubrey J. Parker.

Mr. Williams: Hello ladies... I hope I am not intruding? I was hoping to have a word with Ms. Parker.

Cassandra doesn’t respond but Aubrey stands up with a somewhat stupidly flattered grin on her face. She takes a step to the man and extends her hand toward him, which he delicately takes for a handshake.

AJP: Hi. Hi. I’m…

Cassandra: You’re Aubrey.

AJP: That’s right. She’s right! I’m Aubrey. You must be the Smoo— Mister Wil—William D--- actually, what do you call yourself?

Mr. Williams: I know who you are.

He smiles warmly as he says it.

Mr. Williams: I've been watching you and you are even more stunning in person. Oh, you can call me William.

AJP: Hi! William…

Cassandra rolls her eyes.

Cassandra: Not to be rude, but can I ask why you’re here?

Mr. Williams: Well… I wanted to check on Aubrey and to see of she got the flowers and the card...oh and the helmet...I have a strange sense of humor, but we can't have that pretty little head getting all banged around now can we??

She blushes.

AJP: Well, how nice! I didn’t know you were the one who sent all that.

Cassandra once more, rolls her eyes at Aubrey’s changed demeanor. The door to M&M's locker room swings open slowly and quietly. Logan Alexander now stands in the doorway and he arches one eyebrow slightly as he sees the unexpected visitor in his locker room.

Logan doesn't say anything and doesn't announce his presence any other way. He just stands there watching and listening to the exchange, with Cassandra being the only one to notice.

Mr. Williams: I also wanted to wish you well on your match and to let you know I'll be pulling for you. You are a truly talented lady. I know you'll do well.

AJP: Thanks… I appreciate that. And good luck to you too. And Mannie. And Shanell. You’re going to need it going against Michael Lively. He doesn’t like to lose and if he can help it—he won’t.

Mr. Williams: I am looking forward to getting in the ring with such accomplished individuals I think can learn a lot. Mannie, Shanell and I are a tight unit and that is a huge advantage. Those three are probably more worried about each other than they are about us and that is where we'll make our move and hopefully come out victorious. I am really excited for my team, but I won't take up anymore of your time... thanks for having me and again, good luck.

Logan now narrows his eyes and crossed his arms behind Williams, with Cassandra still the only person cognizant of his presence.

Mr. Williams: Hey you know maybe after the show we could get a cup of coffee or something? Think about it.

Aubrey starts to respond but finds her words caught in her throat as she looks past Williams and sees Logan standing next to the door.

AJP: Logan!

Her tag team partner smiles humorlessly. He locks eyes with Williams, who simply gives Logan a calm smile. He turns toward Aubrey and gives her a wink and then a nod to Cassandra before swiftly stepping past Logan and to the outside, never breaking eye contact with Logan until Logan prepares to close the door in his face.

AJP: William...

William D. Williams stops before he walks off and Logan stops before he closes the door. Aubrey smiles up at Williams.

AJP: Thanks.

He nods his head in acknowledgement, and Logan finally shuts the door, locks it, and gives Aubrey a curious look.

LA: I suggested that we keep strangers out just in case... Have you met him somewhere before?

He gives Aubrey a slight smile.

LA: I might just be overprotective here, but I guess he didn't seem too dangerous at least. And is he a better prospect than all the others?

Cassandra interjects before Aubrey can respond.

Cassandra: He's only slightly less creepy than the others, if that's what you're asking. But that's only slightly.

Aubrey frowns at Cassandra.

AJP: He meant well.

LA: We'll find that out soon enough. He's in Mannie's corner and in two weeks, Mannie's standing across from us in a match with no rules. Who knows what he might mean then.

AJP: I guess I'm not worrying too much about that right now. My main focus is on this cage match...

She shrugs, sounding slightly unsure of herself as she says it.

LA: I know. It's probably about time you got ready since it'll be coming up. I've got a few extra things for you. Just fit them into the match strategy I suggested and you should be fine. Pennington hurt you. Krunk wanted you in this match knowing you were hurt. I'll have a clear conscience about what we do for this match.

Parker raises an eyebrow curiously.

AJP: What are you talking about...?

Logan smirks.

LA: I'll explain as you get ready.

AJP: Whatever it is, it sounds shady. Underhanded even.

She sighs but returns his smirk afterward.

AJP: I already love it.

LA: I figured you would.

With that our scene fades to black.

[Johnny Rebel]

We cut back stage and Michael Lively storms into Johnny Diamonds office. The GM of Meltdown is seated at his desk looking over some papers as the North American champion walks up to his desk slamming his hands down in anger and frustration.

Lively: This is horse shit Diamond. That thieving bastard took my title...I want my belt back!!!

Johnny Diamond just smiles with pleasure as the arrogant thorn in his side seems to be unraveling.

Diamond: You seem tense Michael?

Lively: Tense? Of course I'm tense, wouldn't you be tense if some douche bag stole your property!!!

Diamond: Maybe it's the match at One Night In Hell that has you all wound up? I mean a pretty lofty challenge you talked yourself into, having second thoughts?

Lively swipes the desk organizer of Diamonds desk in anger.

Lively: Second thoughts!!! Have you lost your mind? When I prove to the world that I am the hardest working son of a bitch in APW, when I prove that I am the greatest champion to compete inside an APW ring, the only person having second thoughts will be you? You will be wondering why I don't just do your job while I'm at my overall showcasing of greatness!!!

Diamond just smile as the veins in Lively's forehead bulge.

Lively: So you aren't going to do anything about that puffy asshole stealing my title? Fine...I will handle it myself, I'm burning this fucking show to the ground!!!

Diamond: Wait...let me handle it!!!

Lively eases from his explosive temper briefly.

Diamond: Just worry about the main event I'll get the title thing worked out.

Lively takes a deep breath, stares Diamond in the eyes and then turns walking out of his office. The camera zooms in on Johnny Diamond smiling.

Diamond: Yeah right...suffer you bastard!!!

The crowd can be heard cheering as they watch on the tron inside the arena. We cut back to ringside where Shane West sits with Dick Harris, as the cage lowers down slowly. APW ring crew work tirelessly to get the contraption in place as Nicky Paige sneaks in through the door and prepares her introductions.

Paige: The following contest is a STEEL CAAAAAGE MATCH!

Chicago, Illinois erupts at the announcement and the cameras pan up to show the steel cage hanging above the ring, which slowly begins to descend.

Harris: WOOO! The moment I’ve personally been waiting for all night!

West: I’m not sure how you could look forward to this, with Aubrey J. Parker in it…

Harris: Just because YOU don’t like watching her wrestle—

West: You know what I mean! She’s injured, and this is a dangerous, dangerous situation.

The cage finally lowers around the ring and the arena starts to get really quiet as "Simple Man" By Lynyrd Skynyrd starts to hit the PA system.

Paige: Introducing first, from Jacksonville, Florida, VINCENT ‘HARD-KNOCKS’ PENNINGTONNNNN!

Vincent comes out from behind the curtain looking into the crowd and raises one arm up and lowers it back down. Vincent quickly runs down the ramp, stopping as he approaches the cage. Vincent shakes the cage, rocking back and forth, testing its durability. He claps his hands together and makes his way up the steps, into the door of the cage. As he stands in the ring he starts to throw a fury of punches, he then moves to the corner of the ring.

Harris: Well, there’s a man that doesn’t look like he’s too frightened by the cage match!

West: Hard to be when you tower over the competition and you’re the odds-on favorite to win… I’ll credit Pennington: He apologized on Twitter, but since then has he shown much remorse?

Harris: Of course he has! Sienna Harrison said so herself! The REAL travesty is how he, alongside Krunk, once again stole Michael Lively’s championship belt tonight! Evan Envi was right. This guy’s nothing but a thief.

The crowd bursts into cheers as 'Kush In The Bamboo' begins to play, Krunk arrives from the back with a wide toothy grin, and the APW North American Title wrapped around his waist, as the lights go out and pink lasers flash throughout the arena.

Paige: And the opponent, hailing from Shoreline, Washington, he is Germaine ‘Krunk’ WILLLIIAAAAMMMS!

Harris: He has the belt, but he’s not the champ! Thieves!

The pink lasers continues to flash as he walks down slapping multiple fans hands until he reaches the ring. The rookie removes the North American Title and holds it high above his head, earning a deep roar from the crowd. Pennington just smirks and shakes his head from the inside, and Williams hands the title off to Nicky Paige before stepping into the door of the steel cage and entering the ring. His music fades and both men look toward the entranceway, awaiting their third opponent.

”A-J-P! A-J-P! A-J-P! A-J-P! A-J-P!”

Harris: This crowd wants exactly what you don’t!

West: Please stop entertaining these rumors.

Harris: Hahaha, come on, join in then! A-J-P! A-J-P! Come on!

West: Hmm…

The arena's spotlight focuses on the center of the ceiling, toward a pyrotechnics rig. A fireball is launched toward the stage and the camera follows the entire time before it crashes into the entranceway, prompting a multi-colored pyro display as "H.A.M." begins to play over the audio system through the arena. To a round of cheer, Aubrey J. Parker makes her way through the smoke, a look of concern her face as she makes her way to ringside. She’s dressed a bit more cautiously than usual, with both of her wrists heavily taped, and—comically enough—a bright pink helmet hugged against her side. Regardless, she winks and blows kisses at the fans as she passes by,

Paige: And their opponent, from Pleasanton, California, AUBREY J. PAAAAARKER!

Parker makes her way down to the cage, placing one hand against it, looking at its mass before looking through it at Krunk and Pennington. Krunk smirks at her from his corner, but Pennington doesn’t wear much emotion on his face at this point.

West: They can’t make her get in there… This is sick. It’s barbaric.

Harris: Well, there’s no referee out here anyway. How can we even have this match?

West: I was wondering the same thing. There’s nobody here to use their discretion. Nobody’s here to call the match. What gives?

Parker continues to gaze at the two from the outside and finally, shakily makes her way toward the steps that lead to the cage door, when all of a sudden…

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 to a massive chorus of boos, the camera focused on his back at first, revealing a referee shirt! Evan is no longer wearing the transparent face-mask he’d been wearing over the weeks and walks down the ramp, purposefully, with a smirk on his face.

West: You’ve got to be kidding me.

Harris: It’s THE CHAMP! Envi!

West: HE’S our referee?

Harris: Why wouldn’t he be?! He’s an unbiased official, and Johnny Diamond made a great decision by hiring him to be our ref tonight!

West: …Evan Envi has a problem with everybody in this match.

Harris: He’s a professional!

Envi stops at the bottom of the ramp and smirks at Aubrey J. Parker while his music fades. He pats the helmet in her hands and motions for her to get in. Aubrey looks fearfully at Pennington and Krunk and then turns back to Evan, a bitter expression on her face. Evan demands a microphone shortly thereafter and leans against the barricade as he speaks.

Evan: Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce you to the special referee for this evening’s cage match… Me!

Chicago boos wholeheartedly and Evan laughs again.

Evan: I’m here to make sure that there’s no foul-play. No interference. I’ve been ENTRUSTED with the responsibility to make sure that this match is wrestled fairly, cleanly, and as safely as humanly possible, especially with the stipulation being that the only way to win is to escape. We would hate for somebody to get hurt here tonight, right, Vincent?

Vincent Pennington stares at Evan from inside the cage. He glares, but doesn’t speak.

Evan: So please, please. Aubrey, get in the ring. No need to drag this out any longer than it has to be.

West: Don’t make her do this…

Aubrey looks at the cage again and then back at Evan. Evan nods toward the ring.

Evan: Or you could go on to the back and continue playing house with Logan Alexander. Really, the choice is yours. Trust me…

Evan grins and places a hand on Parker’s shoulder.

Evan: I won’t think any differently of you, babe.

The crowd boos at Evan’s sarcasm and Parker takes a step back, pulling away from him. She finally climbs the steel steps and steps onto the apron in the doorway of the cage. She looks long and hard at Vincent Pennington, who has turned his attention from Evan to her. Krunk eagerly bounces from foot to foot in his corner, eyes also locked on AJP.

Evan: If you’re gonna forfeit and high-tail it to the back, now’s the time.

With that, Aubrey steps into the cage to a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Evan: RING THE BELL!

Evan hastily locks the door behind Aubrey J. Parker and slides the lock on. He twirls the key around his finger and the bell rings.

Steel Cage Match
Vincent “Hard-Knocks” Pennington vs Germaine “Krunk” Williams vs Aubrey J. Parker

West: I don’t like this. I don’t like this at all.

Parker stays close to the door, shooting Evan the occasional glance. Pennington and Krunk both look toward her, and Pennington seems to consider walking toward her first, but he’s hit from behind with a Dropkick by Krunk to the delight of Chicago! Pennington staggers toward the cage but turns around, catching an oncoming Krunk with a Flapjack into the steel mesh—but Krunk holds on! He kicks Pennington away with the sole of his boot and tries to climb up! Pennington grabs at his leg again, but Krunk kicks him once more and Pennington hits the mat!

Harris: AHHH! Krunk!

West: Krunk’s trying to escape over the top! Pennington’s plan backfired!

Krunk is waist-level with the top of the cage before Pennington gets to his feet. He makes his way back toward Krunk, grabbing his left leg—and at that moment, Aubrey abandons her helmet which she’s never put on, and charges to the other side of the cage, hopping up to an enormous roar of approval from the crowd. She also begins to scale the cage!

Harris: Now Parker’s trying to escape!

West: Pennington has a problem on his hands!

Pennington finally catches Krunk on his shoulders and drops him with an Electric Chair Drop! He searches frantically for Aubrey and sees that she’s near the top too! Pennington leaps to his feet and runs over to her. He yanks her off of the cage with ease and prepares to drop her with a Powerbomb, but Parker tries to counter it with a Frankensteiner! Pennington holds on, however, and lifts Parker up for the Powerbomb—but this time she rolls over his shoulders and lands behind him, falling to a seated position as she backs away to the corner. Pennington considers going toward her, but remembers Krunk and turns around, catching an elbow to the face! Pennington’s head snaps back and Krunk grabs him in a three-quarters facelock, running up the cage to hit a Shiranui! The back of Pennington’s head hits the canvas and Krunk hops up to a pop from Chicago!

West: Beautiful Shiranui by Krunk, the man who requested this match!

Harris: Thank goodness you’ve remembered the man’s name… I’m not sure what was up with that ‘Germaine Williams’ filth you’re always on about.

West: But now Krunk has to worry about Aubrey J. Parker!

Parker and Krunk look at each other from opposite sides of the cage. Krunk laughs a bit and beckons the young woman forward. Parker stays where she is—and Krunk charges her. He looks to be prepared to hit a flying knee—but Parker maneuvers out of the way and pushes Krunk face-first into the mesh! Krunk turns around into a spin kick to the gut, which evokes a huge grunt from the larger competitor. Parker then rebounds off the ropes and nails the Shining Axe Kick, taking Krunk viciously to the mat!

West: Both men are down! Here’s her chance!

Parker runs toward the door and motions for Evan to unlock it. Evan sighs and slowly reaches for the key, taking it off of his neck and takes his sweet time unlocking it.

West: Hurry up, “ref”!

Harris: Would you relax? Evan’s new to this! He needs to make sure he has the right key.

West: He only has one key!

However, as Aubrey pleads with Evan to hurry, Pennington is already back up to his feet. Aubrey turns, seeing him, and turns her back to the cage, trying her best to stay away from him—but he grabs a handful of hair. Aubrey drops to her knees, reaching for the helmet she’d been gifted by Mr. William D. Williams, and leaps up, turning and slamming the helmet into Pennington’s head! Pennington cries out in pain, but doesn’t let go. Aubrey swings again, catching Pennington in the temple with the helmet. He teeters back and Aubrey hits a Jumping Leg Lariat! As she turns around though, Krunk hits her with a Shoot Kick to her gut. Parker drops the helmet and falls to her knees. Krunk grabs her hand, “assists” her to her feet and nails a Wrist Clutch Half-Nelson Suplex! The crowd responds with a loud mixed reaction and Krunk tries to scale the cage again.

West: Krunk won’t make the same mistake Parker did. Evan Envi’s made it very clear that he’s in no rush to open the door for any of these competitors.

Harris: You refuse to give our Xtreme Champion any credit.

Vincent Pennington is the first to stir. He makes his way over to Krunk, but Krunk anticipates it this time. He pushes himself off the cage and hits a Moonsault on Pennington! Pennington crashes to the mat and Aubrey J. Parker returns to her feet this time. Krunk runs past her and hits the ropes, rebounding to backflip and hit a kick to her shoulder, which has enough impact to knock her to the mat right next to Vincent Pennington! He then performs a Standing Moonsault across both Parker and Pennington! Both of them recoil from the pain, but Pennington seems to take the brunt of the maneuver. Krunk climbs to his feet and measures both of them up. He hits the ropes, scaling to the top with cat-like reflexes, and nails a Springboard Corkscrew Moonsault—on Pennington! Parker rolls out of the way at just the right second. She climbs to her feet as Krunk climbs to his, and he runs at her for a Flying Forearm, but Parker dives out of the way. Krunk crashes into the cage. He holds his head in pain and Parker nails a Spinning Heel Kick! Krunk collapses on top of Pennington and Parker stumbles toward the cage door again.

Harris: Look! Evan already has the key out this time!

Parker tells Evan to open the door, and Evan seems to be on the way to opening it quickly—but the key “accidentally” drops from his hands. He reaches down to get it—but accidentally kicks it under the ring apron! Evan gasps and raises a few fingers to his lips in a show of faux-shock. Parker looks at him with a mixture of sadness and pure rage.

Harris: Oh no! He’s clumsy!

West: Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.

Evan gets down beneath the apron to search for the key.

West: And here comes Krunk!

Krunk clubs Aubrey from behind, knocking her against the cage. Aubrey falls to her knees, but before Krunk can continue, he is grabbed by an enraged Vincent Pennington. Pennington lifts Krunk up into his arms and charges him into the steel wall… Then the other… and then within fifteen seconds, has driven him spine-first into all four and allows him to fall to the canvas!

West: Pennington isn’t taking too kindly to being embarrassed by Krunk!

Harris: So much for them being partners in crime.

West: Look at Vincent Pennington! He’s snapped again! He’s quite literally a caged animal right now.

Harris: This is where things got juicy last week!

With Krunk down, and Evan under the ring in search of the key, Pennington sets his sights on Aubrey. She backs away from him, clenching her jaw to hide the fear. Krunk, though in pain, crawls toward the cage door. Pennington drops down to one knee, grabbing Parker by the throat. Her eyes widen and Pennington begins to say something to her that can’t be quite picked up by the cameras.

Evan Envi emerges from beneath the ring with the key. He sees Krunk motion for him to open the door, and Evan sighs but obliges. He climbs up onto the apron to unlock the door and remove the lock.

West: Krunk’s gonna win it right now!

Vincent lifts Aubrey up for the Chokeslam!

Harris: And Aubrey J. Parker’s about to be broken in half!

Parker gasps for air, but Vincent turns around in time to see the cage door open. Krunk is halfway out, but Pennington lets go of Aubrey. She falls to her back on the mat and Pennington charges for Krunk, grabbing him by the tights. He tosses Krunk aside, and Krunk still has trouble climbing to his feet, holding a hand to his back in pain. However, Vincent’s eyes turn to Evan Envi, who is about to put the lock back on the cage…

And Vincent charges the cage door, hitting it with a Big Boot! Evan is knocked from the apron and crashes head-first into the barricade! Evan hits the ground outside motionless and Chicago roars in approval.

Harris: VINCENT PENNINGTON JUST STRUCK AN OFFICIAL!

West: No—the door struck him. Whoops.

Pennington turns around, to check to make sure his opponents are down before exiting the door. He makes his way over to Parker, who is up to her knees. He lifts her up by the throat once more—but Parker delivers a hard, heavily-taped punch to Pennington’s jaw! Immediately, Pennington lets go of her and he collapses roughly to the mat. Out cold.

Harris: Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?

West: What a punch! Aubrey J. Parker just knocked Pennington out cold!

Krunk returns to his feet and goes to take Parker down with a double-leg takedown! Parker hits the ground, but delivers a punch to Krunk’s temple! Krunk cries out in pain, throwing a hand to the side of his head. He climbs to his feet—and Parker punches him between the eyes! Krunk drops like a sack of potatoes.

West: …How is this happening right now?

Harris: Look at that! AJP with the ol’ one-two.

Parker hastily steps out of the cage door between the ropes and drops down to the floor to the delight of Chicago! Evan Envi comes to, on the outside, steadying himself with the barricade. He groans in pain but signals for the bell to call the end of the match, before retreating up the ramp.

Paige: Here is your winner, Aubrey J. Parker!

“H.A.M.” hits the PA system and Chicago cheers for their winner, Parker. Logan Alexander immediately pushes through the crowd and hops the barricade, joining Parker at ringside. He lifts her hand into the air, screaming back into the screaming masses.

West: Somehow, she did it! She said she’d survive the cage match and I’ll be damned— not only did she do that but Aubrey J. Parker just won!

Harris: But how?

His questions are answered soon as Logan helps Parker remove the wrist tape from her right hand, revealing brass knuckles.

Harris: Brass knuckles! That’s—that’s not fair!

West: I guess we know what Logan’s pre-match preparation included!

Parker smirks and looks up at Evan Envi, who’s at the top of the ramp now. Evan looks perplexed at first, but grins as he sees Pennington push himself up on his elbows, glaring first at Parker, and then up at Evan at the top of the ramp.

Harris: Don’t glare at EVAN! He didn’t have anything to do with you losing, Vincent!

West: Yeah. For once, Envi can say his hands are clean.

Back at ringside, Parker and Logan exchange an embrace after Logan confirms that his partner is okay. He lifts her arm up again in victory and begins to motion for them to hop back over the barricade to exit through the crowd—but Parker stops him.

She walks around the cage to the timekeeper, and takes the North American Title belt that Pennington and Krunk had stolen earlier.

Harris: Hey!

Parker sits atop the barricade, holding the belt high above her head. She then points toward a digital clock, which begins counting down on the JumboTron, complete with an M&M watermark.

12 DAYS. 23 HOURS. 6 MINUTES. 4 SECONDS.

3 SECONDS…

2 SECONDS…

West: When that clock counts down—this could be the scene. Parker could be the new North American Champion.

However, soon, Parker hands the belt off to Logan. Logan looks at it with a bit of discomfort, but smirks as the fans around him encourage him to pose with the belt. Logan raises the belt high above his head.

Harris: Or it could be Logan Alexander!

Parker smirks a bit as Logan holds the belt above his head and the camera cuts to black as the two make their way through the crowd.

[Johnny Rebel]

The cameras pan to the back after the commercial break where the team of M&M, Logan Alexander and Aubrey J. Parker, are returning to the backstage area. Parker holds the North American Championship in her hands, and looks giddy, while Logan continues to shoot glances over his shoulder while he hurries Parker along toward their locker room.

AJP: That was awesome. You can't deny it!

LA: You did what you needed to do.

They turn down a long corridor, of which their locker room is at the end.

LA: But... I kind of wish you'd left the belt alone.

AJP: Why?! After everything everybody in this match has done to us, why can't we have something for a change?

Logan just sighs instead of responding, but he holds out an arm in front of Aubrey, preventing her from moving forward as the two approach the large, hulking figure of the big man in the main event-- Shadow.

West: Uh-oh.

Harris: Things might get interesting.

Shadow: Nice rack.

Towering over them Shadow can’t help but just stare down. Then his eyes fall to the belt in her hands. Aubrey and Logan don't say anything for a while. Logan looks frustrated by the situation, while Parker's face suggests that she sees it as a challenge.

AJP: Yep. Get a nice look... This is how the belt looks on somebody who deserves to hold it.

To illustrate this, she puts the belt on her shoulder and gives Shadow a devious smirk. Shadow continues looks at the belt draped over her. Still Shadow stares.

Shadow: Yeah. You are right. That belt looks real good right there. But I think, and I know the fans would agree, you’d look better without it.

Shadow takes a step closer and Logan sighs again when Aubrey doesn't budge.

Shadow: But, there is something you ought to know rook, it’s not all about belts. You spend all your time gunning for the strap and you’ll miss the most important lesson there is in the business: Practice. You rise too fast you end up like Steve Stryker. Get your gold, get that big head, then someone who deserves it comes and ‘pops’ that bubble. What do you have left afterwards, nothing. Practice sweet cheeks, make yourself something then you’ll have everything.

Aubrey narrows her eyes up at him, but before there can be an altercation, Logan snatches the belt from her arms.

AJP: Hey--!

Logan shoves the belt into Shadow's hands.

LA: Here.

Shadow raises an eyebrow and Logan pulls Aubrey past him, toward their locker room. Aubrey casts an angry look over her shoulder at Shadow, but Shadow just smirks, shaking her head as the two walk away and disappear into the room.

Shadow: Chick’s got more balls than he does.

He looks at the belt in his hands. As Shadow gazes at the gold, a smile creeps across his lips.

Shadow: Now this... is going to be real fun.

He puts the belt on his shoulder, looking at it for a moment, before shrugging it off, carelessly allowing it to hand from his hand as he makes his way to the ring.

Harris: Logan ruined all the fun!

West: Well, I guess M&M wanted to live to fight another day. Shadow's on his way to the ring for our main event!

Paige: The following Contest is this week’s Main Event!

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

Paige: Introducing First from Washington DC…. Young Mannie

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

Paige: And his tag team partner from Anaheim California….. Shanell Lewis

As the “Smooth Operator” blares through the arena..when the chorus hits the line “Cause I’m so SMOOTH” out comes the SMOOTH OPERATOR himself…..dressed in an brown brief tights with “SO” on the rear…”SO” peers across the arena to a mixture of boos by the men and screams of passion from the ladies. As he gingerly strolls to the ring “because someone so SMOOTH moves very slowly” He finds one beautiful lady in the crowd and kisses her on the cheek…enters the ring and stands in the middle “a la “TO” on the Cowboys star” extends his arms and basks in the aroma of impending victory.

Paige: And Their Tag Team Partner from Hollywood California…. Mr. William D. Williams Jr!

Harris: One hell of a showdown here tonight folks. Could this match get any bigger?

West: Right you are there with two prominent rookies Lewis and Williams teaming up with veteran Young Mannie to take on a huge but volatile three man Team!

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

Paige: And their opponents, introducing first from Stamford, Connecticut…. Streets Wilson.

What seems like two lightening bolts ignite over the ring and travel across the arena striking either side of the entrance ramp. With contact a huge explosion engulfs the entrance with a blinding white light almost like a portal of heaven had just opened up. AFI's Misseria Cantare begins to serenade the shadow of Michael Lively standing at the top of the ramp with his arms outstretched in the I am JESUS pose. His head tilted sideways with a grin painted on his mug as he welcomes the shower of boo's from the crowd. With an arrogant swagger the man walks down the ramp absorbing the hatred, and flipping the fans off along the way. The man slides under the ropes springs to his feet and whips out his arms once more welcoming the roaring disapproval of the fans as a shower of blue sparks falls on him from over head.

Paige: And his tag team partner from Ft. Lauderdale Florida, the North American Champion…. MICHAEL LIVELY!

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

Paige: And their partner from Denton Texas, SHADOW!!

Harris: And here is that huge team you spoke of. Streets and Shadow are oldies but goodies back in action, and they’re in there with the North American Champion

West: what a volatile team with all three of these men going after the Title in that huge match at One Night in Hell!

He holds Lively’s Title high in his hands as he smirks before making his way down to the ring.

But Before he gets into the ring, He is met by Lively who tackles him to the ground. Lively grabs his Title and begins to walk back to the ring with it. But Shadow is there to kick Lively hard in his sore ribs taking him down and forcing him to drop the belt again. Shadow is there and grabs the belt and finishes making his way to the ring.

Meanwhile in the ring, Mannie and Williams Jr run over and jump Streets Wilson. They begin pounding away on him as they pull him up and each holds an arm. Shanell runs over and hops on his shoulders hitting a hard Hurricanrana in the middle of the ring. The three of them begin to stomp away on Streets as the ref tries to get a handle on things!

Main Event
”Mr. 420” Young Mannie, Shanell Lewis, and “The Smooth Operator” Mr. Williams D. Williams Jr. vs. Streets Wilson, Michael Lively and Shadow

Shadow slides into the ring, and Lively slides in after him, but the Ref is there to keep lively out. Shadow squares off with Williams. They lock up in the middle of the ring, but Shadow manages to shove Williams back to the corner and pounds on him a bit. He pulls him out and hits him with a quick Suplex and goes for the cover.

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Both Shanell and Mannie where in there to get Shadow off just in case. On the other side, Streets and Lively both just stand there watching. Shadow lifts Williams up on his shoulders, runs and drops him with a PowerSlam. He drops a couple elbows on Williams before pulling him back to his feet and hitting a huge Spinebuster slam. He then pulls Williams up again and looks for a Gorrilla Press Slam… But Mannie Sneaks in and hits a chop block on Shadow and he falls hard, Williams landing on top and hooks the leg.

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Harris: Great quick thinking there by Mannie to get Williams out of this mess.

West: Shadow was enforcing his power there, but Williams somehow wormed out of that.

Shadow rolls out of the way and heads to his corner looking for a tag. Streets reaches, but Lively just pulls his hand back and neither reaches for a tag. That gives Williams time to spin Shadow around and hit him with an Arm drag. Shadow gets up to charge and gets a Drop Toe hold for his efforts. Williams hits big knee drop to the back of Shadow’s head. He drops another knee to the back Shadow before locking in the OTS! Shadow screams and tries to get to the ropes, as he does, Streets comes in and hits a huge forearm to the back of William’s head forcing him to drop the hold. Williams gets back to his feet, grabs a rising Shadow and hits the Chocolate Thunder Implant DDT! He makes the cover.

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Williams drags Shadow over to his corner and tags in Shanell. She hops over the top rope and hits a body splash on Shadow. She covers, but Shadow throws her off hard after a one count. Shanell lands on her feet and hits the ropes. She comes running back RIGHT INTO A CLOTHESLINE by Shadow. He stumbles over and gets the HARD tag on Streets!

Harris: Fantastic counter by Shadow and one hell of a tag to Streets Wilson there and it doesn’t look like Streets appreciates that.

West: Lively is now screaming “I WANT MY TITLE BACK” as the fight begins on the apron distracting from the in ring action.

Streets pulls Shanell to her feet and whips her into the ropes. She gets a blind Tag from Mannie before running back to Streets. Wilson goes for a spinebuster But before the slap he’s kicked in the back of the head by Mannie and drops Shanell. Mannie hits Streets with a European Uppercut and another that sends him back into the ropes. He then unleashes with the Total Recall… He slaps the hell out of Streets and then follows up a huge running knee. He takes Wilson down to one knee and follows with a huge shining wizard. He makes the cover.

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Mannie Unleashes on a downed Wilson with a lot of hard punches to the face. He pulls Streets back to his feet and kicks him in the gut and hooks him for a suplex… He tries for the Death By Mannie, but Streets floats behind Mannie and hits a Russian Leg Sweep!

Harris: Every time one team gets the upper hand, the momentum switches.

West: This match has a lot at stake for a few of these guys. Everyone wants the momentum going into One Night in Hell.

Streets his a butterfly kick to the face of mannie taking him down. He stomps away at him before pulling Mannie back up and hitting the Fury of the Streets. Mannie rolls away coughing and trying to pull himself up. Strets hists a short Arm Clothesline followed by a Hammerlock bodyslam and goes for the cover.

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Shanell dives in and breaks up the pin before rolling away from a raging Streets. Streets turns to Mannie and locks in a Judo Choke. He has it synched in and drops to the ground locking in the body scissors. Mannie scrambles and finally manages to roll to the ropes to force Streets to break the hold. Streets stalks Mannie and tries to get him in a Wrist lock going for the Sinister Finisher. But Mannie rolls out of it and hits a low blow to Wilson dropping to his knees. Mannie runs and dives to tag in Shanell. Lively sees this and then blind tags in streets, smiling as he looks at Shanell.

Harris: Looks like the champ is about to make an example out of this little lady.

West: Lively is a bully. And Shanell is his next target.

Lively licks his chops as he stalks Shanell. But his attention gets pulled as he sees Shadow hop down from the Apron and heads over to the timekeeper table. Lively goes to get him, turning his back to Shanell for just a second. She hits a Russian Leg sweep on Lively. She then hits a springboard leg drop on him. She pulls him up and drops him with a DDT! She makes the cover

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Shanell gets to her feet and runs to the ropes and comes back hitting a huge Cross Body Block. But Lively Catches her and puts her on his shoulders, but she slides down and on her feet spins him around and hits a Spinning Headscissors! She then slaps him in a sleeperhold complete with a body scissors. Lively seems completely shocked and surprised as he struggles to get to the ropes.

Harris: She’s clearly cheating. She hit the man when he wasn’t looking. Disqualify her!

West: Lively was taken completely by surprise there and Shanell took full advantage, nothing wrong with that.

Shanell sits him on the top rope and goes for the California Love, but Lively pushes her off and gets down hitting her with a vicious Pele Kick and then stomps the hell out of her. Mannie and Williams rush in, but the Ref halts them allowing Lively to choke the hell out of Shanell, spitting down on her face and cursing her for embarrassing him. He picks her up and hits the LIONS Bite and makes the cover.

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Lively screams to the fans before picking her up and hitting a stunner on her in the middle of the ring. She stumbles back and hits the ropes when she comes back Lively hits a spring board clothesline on her taking her down hard. He smiles before climbing the top rope and calles for the Prelude!

Harris: That’s it… THIS ONE IS OVER!

But before he leaps, he looks over to his corner and sees Shadow standing there with the North American Title strapped on. He hops down and runs over tackling Shadow out of the ring. He plants him with a DDT right on the floor. He rips the title off of him and rolls back into the ring posing with it! He’s slapped in the face by Streets as he rolls into the ring. Just then a newly tagged in Williams nails Lively form behind sending the title flying over towards the timekeepers table, and Lively tumbles to the outside. Streets and Williams square off in the ring.

West: This match is getting out of hand!

Streets charges right at Williams who ducks under the clothesline. But streets keeps running and nails Mannie. He turns right around to Williams who catches him with a STO backbreaker. He goes to finish the Smooth Operation, but Wilson kicks him in the gut and drops him with the VICIOUS DDT. He covers!

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Paige: Here are your winners, via pinfall, Streets Wilson, Michael Lively, and Shadow!

Harris: WOW! What a counter there and victory by Streets Wilson!

West: Doesn’t look like this is over yet.

After the match Michael Lively jumps down from the apron. The champion heads toward the time keepers table with his championship in his sights. Shadow flies over before Lively can regain his championship and snatches up. The self proclaimed JESUS starts pointing at the title yelling for Shadow to hand it over. The crowd cheering the Texan as he torments the ego maniac Michael Lively. Shadow grabs a microphone and slides into the cleared out ring with the North American title in his grasp. The music cuts off as Lively looks up with fury in his eyes.

Shadow: You expect me to just hand you over the title, really?

Lively grabs a Microphone as well and begins to fire back at Shadow.

Lively: That title doesn't belong to you. I didn't take you for thieving type like the rest of the roster, but just another sticky fingered prick right?

Shadow laughs at Lively's petty insult attempt.

Lively: You just like them, you know that is the only way you will get your grimy mitts on MY title. You know in the pit of your stomach come One Night In Hell that I'm the one walking out with the title. It doesn't matter if it's you, Pennington, or the entire roster. When I enter Hell once more, you will all fall to my greatness and be faced with the beautiful sight of my balls still dangling over all your heads!!!

Shadow looks at the belt, then toward the crowd. They roar for the Texan to keep it. He then turns his attention back toward Lively with a smirk on his face.

Shadow: You talk a big game "champ", but if you really wanted the title back you could of come on in the ring to get it yourself?

Lively glares toward Shadow.

Shadow: Instead you stand out there like a whine ass demanding for me to give you the belt back.

Lively: If you don't give me MY title back I'm gonna...

Shadow steps toward the ropes leaning in to hear what Lively is saying almost mocking the champ.

Shadow: Your gonna what?

Lively clenches his fist stomping his foot in frustration and throws down the microphone.

Shadow: Listen, you are the champion, it is your title. I have no problem earning the belt and that is what I plan to do at One Night In Hell. So since your the champion...

Shadow holds the belt over the top rope. Lively steps toward the championship dangling like carrot.

Shadow: You should get used to not carrying it around anymore!!!

Shadow tosses the belt into the crowd just as Michael Lively reached for it. The fans grab the title passing it off. The JESUS turns toward the sold out mass of fans trying to keep an eye on his belt.

Shadow: One Night In Hell you are relieved of your duties Michael Lively...ONE WAY OR ANOTHER!!!

Shadow tosses down the microphone as Michael Lively bails over the guard rail to try and retrieve his title. The APW logo spins in the bottom right hand corner as Meltdown comes to a close.