Meltdown - November 5th - Youngstown, Oh

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

West: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Meltdown, following One Night in Hell, and things are picking up here on APW’s newest brand!

Harris: That’s right Shane, we have a lot of new developments to talk about. We have a brand new North American Champion, a Bucket of new talent, and most of all a BRAND NEW GM!

West: Former Meltdown GM Johnny Diamond has moved on to bigger and better things….

Harris: That or he’s been completely Shit Canned! But we’re about to find out who his replacement is!

“All About the Benjamins” Plays over the loudspeaker as the crowd gets on their feet looking towards the entrance. A young man in a very elegant looking suit comes out from the back accompanied by two very beautiful women, one on each arm, both wearing very reveling yet elegant evening wear. He smiles and adjusts his tie before slowly walking down to the ring.

Paige: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my pleasure to introduce to you the NEW General manager of Meltdown….. ALEXANDER DUVALL!

West: What the? Who is this guy? He looks like he’s fresh out of college.

Harris: Perhaps that’s what this show needs, a fresh new outlook instead of the stale dead air that Diamond was waiving around!

When he gets to the ring, he nods at the ladies who walk up opposite stairs and stands there waiting. The man steps up behind them and the ladies hold down the middle rope as he climbs through and walks to the middle of the ring. The ladies follow after him and flank him as he pulls out a microphone.

Alexander Duvall: I am Alexander Duvall, and I am the new law on Meltdown! You see, APW sees this place as a sinking ship, one that wanker Diamond poked a plethora of holes in! But I am not Johnny Diamond. I was brought in because I’m not blinded by the same American idiosyncrasies that the rest of you dolts are. I’m here to make money. I’m here to make Meltdown prevelant!

The crowd boos loudly as Alexander simply ignores them.

Alexander Duvall: President Jeff looks at this brand as his own little play thing. Well I’m sorry to disappoint my new employer, but that is just not the way things are going to be done. I’m not here to build and feed him talent. I’m not here to be his minor leagues. Meltdown can and WILL compete with Asylum and Overdrive on the highest level. But it won’t be done with the same soft managing techniques that have plagued this pathetic excuse for a wrestling show for the past few months!

More boos from the crowd as a “You SUCK” Chant rings out.

Alexander Duvall: I am a business man with a perfect pedigree. I know how to build something solid, and most of all I know how to turn festering shitholes into a profitable business! Meltdown is going to make me a much richer man than I already am. And the members of Meltdown’s roster will do well to know that I see them simply as dollar signs, and nothing else.

That Being said, I have a message to all of my employees. As long as you do things MY WAY! As long as you perform to my standards, then you have nothing to fear. But to those of you who disappoint me…. Hell hath no fury than an Englishman scorned!

The crowd continues to boo the ne egomaniacal general manager as he simply laughs.

Alexander Duvall: As for the fans, you can boo me all you want but we both know at the end of the day that you’ll be tuning in glued to your television to watch the most compelling form of entertainment my brilliant mind can muster. You all THINK you know what you want to see, but you’re wrong! Especially here in Youngstown Ohio where crime, debauchery, and depression are your one and only form or remaining industry!

The crowd really lets him have it now as he smirks.

Alexander Duvall: Welcome to the NEW Meltdown. Welcome to MY MELTDOWN!

Duvall drops the Microphone as he orders the ladies to hold the ropes down for him. He exits the ring and makes his way back up the ramp as the crowd showers him with boos and insults. The people at ringside throw trash at him, but he simply orders the security to expel anyone acting out.

West: Well, that was disconcerting to say the least.

Harris: What are you talking about? That’s what this show needs, an iron fist to deal with the unruly! He’s going to make Meltdown Great!

West: Or he’s going to turn it into a tyrannical mess! Either way, we have one heck of a show lined up for you tonight folks. Lots of newcomers are in action as well as some familiar faces. Streets Wilson will take on Young Mannie, and Shanell will take on APW’s newest female force… Kaylyn James Evans!

Harris: Two newcomers face off as Casper Grey takes on Iver Famori and the two beautiful ladies in Amy Zing and Terra Bryant collide. Logan Alexander comes off an impressive display at One Night in Hell with a huge matchup against The Finnish Phenom in what we are being told will have North American Title Implications.

West: In Tag Team action we’ve got Comikaze taking on William D. Williams and Roy Speede! Our Main event of the night will be a rematch of the final two from One Night in Hell as Aubrey J. Parker defends her newly won North American Championship against Germaine “Krunk” Williams! But coming up first we have four men who were just signed last Thursday showing off for us in our opening match as Sons of the South takes on Donald Deruty & Zak Warner

Harris: So it’s time for Shane to FINALLY shut his mouth and for the action to begin.

Dark Match- Tag Team Match
Sons of the South vs Zak Warner and Donald Deruty

Zak Warner and Buckson Gooch start things off after Warner and Deruty have a minor argument over who should start for their team. Though Gooch gets the early offense, Warner manages to lock him in his Grapevine Guillotine, the "Embrace"! Gooch quickly powers out with a Suplex followed by an Avalanche in that corner. Gooch and Bane tag in and out almost a half dozen times in a three minute period, assaulting Warner but as Bane is finally tagged back in he nearly falls victim to an Inside Cradle! After kicking out, Warner hits a series of Backbreakers and then goes up top in his corner but Deruty tags himself in. After another brief argument, Bane gets the jump on Deruty and nails an Clothesline followed by an Inverted DDT before tagging in Gooch who locks Deruty in a bearhug and dominates for several minutes with a ground and pound style earning several near falls, but eventually falls victim to a Tiger Suplex that knocks him silly and forces him to tag in Bane. Though Deruty holds him off with a series of Neckbreakers, a Reverse Tornado DDT and a Frog Splash, it is Warner that tags himself in before the completion of the move. Bane surprises him with a high uppercut followed by a Vertical Suplex into a Stunner-- something he calls On The Rocks! Deruty stands on the apron and sighs as Warner takes the fall. Warner kicks out a second too late and sits up in a mix of anger and confusion.

Winners: Sons of the South (Mac Bane & Buckson Gooch)

* COMMERCIAL BREAK *

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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. The fans in Youngstown cheer as Aubrey J. Parker makes her way from the back with the North American Title already raised high in the air. We cut to the commentators, Shane West and Dick Harris.

Harris: And here comes the new champ! This is the chick that outlasted six other guys including her own tag team partner to win the North American Title from Michael Lively at One Night in Hell.

West: Indeed. It was a highly acclaimed Last Person Standing Elimination Match that took place inside the Tokyo Dome! Seven people went in, and three referees were needed to call all of the action, but at the end of the night it was Aubrey J. Parker that reigned supreme.

Harris: My only question now is-- where is Logan Alexander?

West: Nobody’s heard from him since the first of November, apparently. Not even our new general manager.

Aubrey has finally reached the ring and has a microphone in hand when we cut back to ringside. She’s dressed in her street clothes and hasn’t yet made the transition to ring gear. She waits for her music and the crowd to die down before speaking.

AJP: Finally, you guys have a North American Champion that isn’t a total prick.

She giggles and Youngstown cheers at the statement.

AJP: I told everybody that when the clock ran out, I would walk into the Last Person Standing Match at One Night in Hell and walk out with the North American Title. On October 28th, I did that. I brought the terrorist reign of Michael Lively to an end and now the foremothers of wrestling can smile again. I’m not a champion that’s going to insult your intelligence. I’m not a champion that’s going to walk out on you because I think I’m too good for Meltdown. And I’m not a champion that’s going to declare myself as a God or a Biblical figure. I’m Aubrey J. Parker and I’m here to beat everybody.

Aubrey smiles and winks into the crowd as they pop again.

AJP: And everybody includes my opponent for tonight, Krunk.

Again, this is a name that the fans in Youngtown are fond of, and let AJP know vocally.

AJP: But before I get to him, let me address two women in the back that I know very well; Kaylyn James Evans, and Amy Zing.

Kaylyn, I’m glad the ink’s finally dry on your contract because I’m looking forward to beating you in the ring once again, just like I did in the past. You really like to run your mouth on Twitter but that stops when you get to Meltdown. One day, we’ll end up in that ring together.

And Amy? I see right through you, even if nobody else can quite yet. You may be Amy Zing, but you’re simply not amazing and I’ll prove that here just like old times... before you get the chance to run your mouth. Welcome to APW.

The crowd murmurs among themselves at Aubrey’s comments and she laughs a bit and raises the microphone to her mouth.

AJP: And finally, Krunk. A few hours after the One Night in Hell pay-per-view, Krunk Tweeted me and said that I had earned his respect. After knocking out for the third consecutive match, I finally earned his respect... and a part of me was proud of that, because this is the same guy that came out here a month ago and said some of the most foul, disrespectful things you could say to someone. Through wrestling ability alone, I was able to make him show respect.

But then a part of me got angry because I realized that I don’t want it. Unlike a lot of people in attendance tonight, I’m sorry to say I am NOT a fan of Krunk. I don’t respect Krunk and I don’t think he’s the future of this business.

I’m a tag team wrestling fan. I’m a Logan Alexander fan. I’m an M&M fan.

I’m an Aubrey J. Parker fan. I respect myself and I respect people that also have respect for me. I AM the future of this business.

Youngstown seems to show some resentment toward Parker during her tirade directed toward Krunk, but is cheering by the end of the speech.

AJP: So even though my tag team partner isn’t here yet, I’d like to thank him, just like I’d like to thank each and every single one of you for your support. Thank you for being M&M fans. I’m going to make you all proud with this North American Title, and my reign doesn’t end here tonight with Krunk. I promise.

AJP just laughs at the mixed reaction but gives the audience a bright smile anyway.

AJP: Seeya tonight, pretties. Thanks for your time.

Aubrey begins to leave the ring, but she’s stopped as “Kush in the Bamboo” hits the audio system.

Harris: Guess she’s not going anywhere quite yet!

West: Here comes her opponent, the number one contender for the North American Title, Krunk!

AJP stops at the ropes and glares toward the top of the ramp as Krunk steps out to a loud positive reaction with a half-smile on his face and a microphone in his hand. His music begins to die down as he reaches the halfway point in the ramp and brings the microphone up.

Krunk: Wait up Aubrey, it looks like I need to say a few things before you get to the back.

AJP: Of course you do. And anybody would be an idiot to want to hear you, but to each their own, or something.

Some of the Youngstown audience boos at the statement but AJP just shrugs a little.

Krunk: Well you did beat me in that match, its true and I have no excuses for it. I really want to see how far you go with that belt and I hope you don't lose to me tonight. If you're here to beat everyone then you better be prepared for anything to come your way, anything and I hope nothing bad happens to you. Your a target to every single person in that roster, and to survive through all that in the end is what makes you a true champion.

The crowd cheers at Krunk's statement but AJP looks skeptical and Krunk gestures up toward her.

Krunk: You're talented, one of the best wrestlers on Meltdown and no one can deny that. But no one cares about what kind of champion you're gonna be, that's your decision but hopefully you don't dare insult the lovely people of Youngstown, Ohio. Insulting them is like insulting me, and I know you don't want to make that mistake after what happened to Lively's lackey, Sabur.

Again, the crowd cheers. Parker lifts her microphone up to respond but Krunk interrupts her.

Krunk: Yes I respect you, but I don't care if you aren't one of the millions of Krunk fans. I really don't care what you're a fan of, but you really did earn my respect and I don't care about what your opinion is about me. I just wanted to wish you luck on our match and hope you don't pull a Shadow.

The crowd roar in laughter.

AJP: Talk as much as you want, and accuse me of whatever you feel the need to in front of these fans, but tonight, I'm knocking you out for the fourth time, boo.

Parker winks and steps out of the ring.

AJP: And we'll see how you feel about me after that.

Krunk: Damn girl you called me boo for the first time, it looks like were getting somewhere in our relationship. You might be able to knock me out for the fourth time baby but not the fifth. Your looking great tonight Aubrey, and I just wanted to let you know that your reign is coming to end. It might not be tonight but I will guarantee you that there will be a new champ.

AJP: Then you're delusional. But as I said, to each their own. You--

Again, Krunk interrupts.

Krunk: I also have a request... If I beat you tonight you have to go out with me. Is that a deal?

Krunk laughs and the Youngstown crowd cheers. Aubrey rolls her eyes and sits down on the apron, looking up at Krunk with a devious smirk.

AJP: ...You're an idiot.

Krunk: Is it a deal?

Aubrey rolls her eyes and drops down from the apron. She makes her way up the ramp, closer to her challenger. She glances down at the North American Title and then looks at Krunk as she reaches him on the stage.

AJP: Fine. See you in the main event, babe.

AJP blows Krunk a kiss and rolls her eyes, walking past him and up the ramp to the back. "H.A.M." hits the PA system as she disappears and Krunk stands on the ramp with a half-glare, half-smirk on his face, arms crossed as we cut backstage for a quick segment.

West: Please welcome my guest at this time "The Golden Boy" Christopher Gunn!

From the corner of the screen Gunn and his manager Flash Williams appear on camera, Gunn towering over a nervous Shane West. West goes to hold up the microphone up to Gunn's mouth but Williams pulls it in his own direction.

Flash: We are beyond thrilled to be in the APW! After a long career in Japan, we have finally made our way back overseas and we can't wait to see what awaits us here!

Gunn: That's right, Flash! Allow me to introduce myself to the masses of Action Packed Wrestling. I am "The Golden Boy" Christopher Gunn and let me be the first to welcome all of you on Meltdown to the new era of professional wrestling. I have been informed that there is a serious need of cleaning up around these parts and I'm more than willing to come and interject myself in the picture. I'm a worldwide hero that's ready to show the APW a good time.

Flash: That's right!

Gunn: I've single-handedly made wrestling in Japan cool again. When you span across the APW roster you'll find nothing but materialistic narcissists obsessed with fame, money and their appearance. They need someone to root for and someone to put their trust behind and I'm that man.

Flash: O' yeah, baby! Christopher Gunn is a bad, bad man!

Gunn: They say the new talent has to come in and a big impact right off the bat or be resigned to the fact that they'll spend the majority of their team cleaning up the ring with the curtain jerkers. He's got to come in and make sure people remember who he is. They say he needs to make his challenges and make a name for himself the best way he can. You need to know that I already have a name... and it's the "Golden Boy!"

Flash: He's the "Golden Boy," APW, the "Golden Boy!"

Gunn: I bet you are wondering how I got that name. It goes a little something like this... it was an ugly day, lightning struck and thunder cracked. It was the type of day where there was not another human soul braving the sidewalks. I began my journey, out of a job, and no work in my immediate future. All of the independent promotions wouldn't even look in my direction. I did not have a thing going for me and I just watched my mom die in a fire.

Flash: That ain't true, Chris, c'mon man! You stole 'dat from Bambi, sucka!

Gunn: Don't mess with my story, Flash. Anyways, where was I going with that? Oh yeah... then out of nowhere, a car came and gunned me down. Hit me so hard that I went flying over the hood and landed in a pile of trash. I vowed from that moment on that I'd never let someone else gun me down and take away my livelihood! What talents do I posses? Wait until you see! What super-human ability flows through my veins? You will have to see it to believe it. What will take me to the top? An elevator, of course, but that's only to get me to the top of the building. I'm a powerhouse that cannot be dealt with on human terms. I'm the Golden Boy and I've come to collect my prize! Welcome to dreamland, baby!

Flash: Dreamland, baby!

Gunn hands the microphone over to Shane West with Gunn's cape being the last trace of him on screen.

Paige: The first bout of the night is scheduled for One Fall! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Young Mannie. Put your hands together for SHANELL LEWWWWIISSSSS!!!

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 with Young Mannie at her side. They walk to the ring, focused. Shanell slides into the ring and walks to the middle of the ring as Young Mannie claps in approval on the outside. In the middle of the ring, she drops to her knees and points up to the sky.

Paige: And her opponent, debuting tonight on Meltdown! Please welcome "The Perfect 10" KAYLYN JAMES EVAAANNNSS!!!!

"What you get is what you see
it won't take much to get hooked on me
so shoot me right into your skin
and i will be your heroin

the sideaffects are sexual
are you down for a taste?
the sideaffects are sexual
and you love the way i say

I'm your favorite drug
your favorite drug
just one hit is never enough
i'm your favorite drug
your favorite drug
you cant break this addiction no.
your favorite drug...."

The lyrics to Porcelian and the Tramps- I'm Your Favorite Drug continued to play over the PA system as the lights fade putting the arena into total darkness. Just as the chorus would end there is a bang as the lights turn back on full blast and a cloud of smoke is on the entrance way with a figure standing within it. The chorus starts up once more but this time with the lyrics included is none other then Kaylyn Evans who steps out from within the smokey patch on the stage. As the chorus was being heard throughout the crowd a smiling Kaylyn Evans was on her way down the ramp with a stride that showed nothing but confidence in herself no matter what the outcome of today's event's would be.

Dressed in a black and lime green set of attire Kaylyn flaunts her body as she walks past the fans. Reaching the bottom of the ramp way Kaylyn stops and turns to the right heading around the ring and towards the far steps to ascend them and make her way onto the apron. Crossing the apron she stands there looking out at the fans. Hooking her arms on the top rope, in perfect Kaylyn fashion, she flipped back over the top rope and into the ring where she made her way around the ring looking out at all the fans in the arena, booing and not. As the music would cut Kaylyn would be focused and ready for what was to come.

Shanell Lewis Vs. Kaylyn James Evans

West: It was rumored and even listed on the card that Jason Kash would accompany Ms. Evans but he's not here..

Harris: They have a history, but Jason Kash recently mentioned on Twitter that while he's happy to see KJE in APW, he's yet to see her face to face. Not sure knowing the story if she would even want to be around him. He turned her down for Hayley Hitch last year. What a busy man he has been! Handling two drop dead females like that? Lucky..

West: KJE also has a victory over Jason Kash if I'm reading this right so she could be a very nice addition to the APW Roster, I'm excited for this match. This NIGHT is stacked!

Shanell and KJE step to the center of the ring, two women, both focused on being the next big female to step up and show their stuff in APW. KJE smiles at Shanell as Ms. Lewis extends a welcoming hand to Kaylyn. KJE goes to shake it but quickly slaps the piss out of her opponent. Shanell backs up as the referee steps between them and signals for the bell before waving for them to begin. The two women begin circling and meet with a lock up grapple. KJE backs Shanell up but Shanell Lewis drops back and hits a Arm Drag takedown. KJE slides and pushes right back to her feet quickly. Kaylyn rushes in faking a clothesline, Shanell ducks it only to be met with a sneaky lifting knee to the forehead that puts Shanell on her butt.

Harris: I like this Kaylyn chick! She is already tricky with her approach and Shanell should see her as the veteran she is, this isn't her first Rodeo...Hmmm...I wish she'd rid--

West: Shanell has some tricks up her sleeve too, I'm sure!

As KJE pulls Shanell to her feet, Shanell Lewis hits a well placed European Uppercut which stuns KJE. Shanell whips her across the ring and follows the pace with her. As KJE hits the ropes, Shanell surprises her with a clothesline that sends both of them over the top ropes to the outside. The fans erupt as the action is picking up.

West: Oh what a clothesline by Ms. Lewis! Young Mannie better leave things be, he has a tendency to do bad things as most have come to know.

Shanell holds KJE down and pounds into her face with short punches. KJE pulls and rolls Shanell over and is mounts her. The fans love the placing as KJE grabs handfuls of Shanell's hair and begins pounding her head into the ring side mats. On her feet, KJE climbs up onto the ring apron and waits, almost stalks Shanell as she rises to her feet. KJE runs along the ring apron, leaping off her feet she connects both her knees into Shanell's shoulders and drives Shanell back into the ground hard. KJE rolls out of the Driving Double Knees and her arms lift into the air as the fans rain down a mixture of boos and cheers for the newest APW Megastar!

Harris: She has beauty, promise, and the talent to back it up!

West: I'll give it to her, she has a presence inside the ring so far! Much better showing than her One Night In Hell Performance, that's for sure! You can NEVER count Shanell Lewis out, she has been a trooper since being here. She and Mannie became #1 Contenders to the Tag Titles for a reason!

Young Mannie comes around the corner and checks on Shanell, he helps her to her feet and the referee yells down at him. He backs off and steps away from Shanell to not get her in trouble. Shanell now leaning against the ring, is waiting as KJE turns back to her and comes in full of confidence. Shanell surprises her with a toe kick to the gut followed by a planting DDT into the ring side floor mats. KJE bounces and flips onto her back as Shanell grabs the ring apron, pulling on it to get back to her feet. She slowly rolls into the ring under the bottom ropes as the referee continues his count and gets to 7. KJE pushes to her feet as the referee reaches 9 and she skips and dives under the ropes to make the count.

West: That was close, she almost got counted out. That would have been a big let down for Kaylyn James in her Meltdown debut.

Shanell drops an elbow into KJE's back and grabs around her face, gripping KJE's chin with both hands before cranking back on it with a submission attempt. KJE pushes to her feet but Shanell still has her grip around KJE's chin. Shanell switches up the grip and turns the Chin Crank into a Russian Leg Sweep as they both stand to their feet. They bounce back into the ropes behind them, bouncing off the ropes, Shanell switches the tripping foot infront of KJE and turns the Russian Leg Sweep into a forward Legsweep.

Harris: What a transition from Shanell. On top of her game here tonight! You think Mannie taught her that?

West: Hahahaha...Oh you're serious? I dunno, maybe.

Shanell pushes up and off KJE. She pulls KJE up with two handfuls of her hair to return the favor from earlier. Shanell whips KJE but KJE keeps hold of her hand and comes back driving a knee into Shanell's gut. KJE leans over, grabbing Shanell's legs and rips them out from under her. Shanell slaps on her back to the canvas, KJE hooks the legs and goes for a Slingshot Catapult. KJE falls back holding Shanell by the legs and Shanell launches over and into the open space of the ring. She crashes into the turnbuckle nearby chest first. KJE pops back up and lifts Shanell from the side, dropping her with a very nicely placed Burning Hammer and the crowd eats it up with cheers and roars.

West: Holy Mac-N-Cheese that was just lovely!

Harris: What a female..I think we'd make beautiful children together, don't you agree?

West: Now who's joking...

Kaylyn James rises to her feet and makes a signal to the crowd as she pulls up the limp body of Shanell from the canvas. Standing behind Shanell, KJE slaps her into a Full Nelson. She lifts Shanell up and brings her back down with a Full Nelson Bomb. Shanell pops to the side and KJE rolls her onto her back and makes the cover.

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Paige: Your winner via Pinfall..."The Perfect 10" Kaylyn James EVVVAAANNNSS!!!!

West: What a match, what a finish. That Nelson Bomb is called "KY Bomb" and she surely is using it well here tonight! Welcome to Meltdown Kaylyn!

Her music begins to play and the referee helps KJE to her feet, she raises her arms as the referee holds her right up.

Young Mannie rolls in the ring to check on Shanell…. But as he does, he’s blindsided by KJE who kicks him square in the balls and sends him down to the mat hacking and coughing. She grabs Shanell and rolls her onto the apron on the outside. She follows her out and grabs her by the head on the apron!

West: What the hell is she doing? Don’t do this! Somebody stop this thing right now!

But she doesn’t listen. Instead she leaps full off from the apron spinning 180 degrees and dropping off the apron landing a tornado DDT on the ground, a move she calls the Crusher!

The crowd goes totally silent as Shanell Lewis lays there twitching and Kaylyn James Evans just stands over her smiling as the EMT’s make their way out to Shanell. KJE slowly backs up the ramp as Mannie comes too and checks on Shanell as well!

Harris: Good GOD what a maneuver! Note to self, don’t get on Kaylyn’s bad side!

West: Shanell is not in very good shape folks, we will keep you posted!

* COMMERCIAL BREAK *

[T-Marv]

The scene opens at the commentary desk where Shane West and Dick Harris are and wearing smart grey suites.

Shane West: What a pay per view we have just had we got a new North American champion and the Battle Royal was just some think with one of the new guy's Chris Strike making his pay per view debut and winning the damn death match and then getting promoted.

Dick Harris: And now Chris Strike has now got a shot at the suicidal champion with a match against Jason Kash I do hope Kash show's this kid how we do things here is Action packed wrestling cos I don't think this kid has earned a shot yet?

Shane West: What you talking about he went through a host of super stars and won the damn Death match you idiot.

Suddenly the crowd cheers loudly as the Titron flickers into life and standing there with microphone in hand is Hannah Storm.

Hannah Storm: Lady's and Gentleman it is my great pleasure to introduce to you one of the original members of Meltdown and his name is Yarmouth.

The crowd cheers loudly as Yarmouth steps into camera shot and he nods and smiles at the reaction from the crowd.

Hannah Storm: Yarmouth thanks for coming down here today but how do you feel about Stefan Raab been suspended for a month after what went off at One night in hell?

Yarmouth: No problem hunny its great to be back here, My first home in Action packed wrestling but to be honest with you I don't want to talk about Raab here tonight I will say what I fell about that Idiot on Asylum but what I am here to talk about is Snake Boy and The red crow.

The crowd start to boo loudly.

Yarmouth: You see these two idiot's thought I wasn't going to be a problem in the Japaneses Death match and that right there were your down fall fella's.

So I made it my mission to make sure that I was the one that got you two fella's over the top rope now do you think I am not much of a problem now then hey fella's?

The crowd cheers loudly.

Hannah Storm: What do you think of the talent that's over here on Meltdown since you have left?

Yarmouth: Well lets just say that Overdrive and Asylum will have some awesome talent coming over very soon this place is what makes Action packed wrestling and I for one feel very proud of what this place has done for us.

The crowd cheers loudly as Yarmouth then holds the hand of Hannah Storm and kisses it then smiles and walks off screen as Hannah looks on rather embarrassed.

The Scene switches back to backstage.

The cameras cut to the backstage area where Sienna Harrison can be seen speaking on her cell phone, a look of amusement on her face as we cut in mid-conversation.

Sienna: Yes, Vincent. I understa-- yes, Vincent. I understand the situation-- security apprehended you. Do you-- no, shut up. I’m talking... Do you understand why you were apprehended? Do you understand why you were escorted back to your vehicle?

Sienna rolls her eyes as Vincent Pennington yells at her over the phone from the other line.

Sienna: Because your contract has been voided. I put a lot of stock in you and you screwed ALL of that up last Sunday-- no, shut up, don’t ‘Sienna, please’ me. I’m hanging up. Lose this number.

Sienna hangs up the phone hurriedly as somebody moves past her in the frame. She scrambles to catch up with...

...The APW North American Champion, Aubrey J. Parker! The crowd cheers loudly as the young lady pops into frame.

Sienna: Aubrey wait!

AJP: Not now, Sienna...

Sienna: Aubrey, it’s important!

Aubrey finally stops a few feet shy of her locker room and turns around, crossing her arms as she looks at Sienna.

Sienna: I know that Logan hasn’t exactly been there for you these past few weeks. And I know that nobody’s heard from him in days... And if he doesn’t show up-- just know that I’m here for you.

Aubrey laughs loudly in Sienna’s face and even doubles over, much to Sienna’s chagrin.

AJP: YOU’RE here for me? Since when? I’ve known you for four years, and you’ve never been there for me. Pennington’s gone because he couldn’t cope with the fact that he got knocked out by a girl and ran scared from the title match at One Night in Hell, so then you got him fired, and you gave your own brother a concussion and cost him his title. But you’re one of the people that called me a loser, and a slut, and a bitch behind my back when you thought I couldn’t hear you.

And suddenly you’re there for me. Right? And I bet that if Krunk had won the North American Title, you’d be there for him too. Wouldn’t you?

There is a tense staredown between the two females and the Ohio crowd grows loud. Aubrey and Sienna glare at each other.

AJP: So whatever you flagged me down to offer me, do me a favor and shove it up your--

Sienna: Do not blame me, just because Logan turned his back on you on Sunday night. Just because he raised your hand at the end doesn’t mean he was there for you. Logan never WANTED to see you with that title! Logan’s jealous. Logan’s been ignoring you because he can’t stand you right now, Aubrey. Things weren’t supposed to happen this way. The student is never supposed to surpass the mentor so quickly! Not like this.

Aubrey shakes her head and walks into her locker room. She doesn’t make eye contact with Sienna and begins to close the locker room door in her face.

Sienna: Whether he shows up or not, I have your back. I never thought that you wouldn’t make it. But Logan? He thought that. Why else would he have followed you here? If he didn’t think you needed him, why would he even be in APW? If you can win the North American Title without him, maybe you’ve left no place for him here. Just think about that.

Aubrey gives Sienna a very hurt look, but slams the door in her face before Sienna can see it. Sienna smirks from the outside and turns around, walking away from M&M’s locker room door.

Meanwhile, on the inside, Aubrey takes a seat on the bench and sighs as she ponders Sienna’s statements.

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Paige: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall. Introducing first, coming to us from Stamford, Connecticut! He is a Former APW Xtreme and Tag Team Champion! He is...STREEEEETSSS WILLLSOOOOONNN!!!

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.

Harris: When she said his name, I thought Dennis The Menace. MISSSTERRRR WILLLSOOOOONN!! Hahaha..Sorry that just had me laughing..

Paige: From Washington D.C. comes his Opponent. He is known by many names...Please put your hands together for...YOOOUUUNNNNG MAAAANNNNIEEEEEE!!!

Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work

The beginning of "Work Hard, Play hard" airs through the P.A. system building anticipation, As Mannie emerges to a standing ovation, he walks down the ramp with his entire outfit glowing in the dark, Mannie holds his hands out soaking in the admiration, while the crowd rain down a mixed reaction.

West: Two men with a history on Overdrive meet here today. Have they fought before, I don't think so. This is a retro Overdrive match here on Meltdown and both of them are looking to return to their glory days. Who can do it?

Harris: Do I have to pick? If they both bleed and bust their tails then I'm a happy camper!

Streets Wilson Vs. Young Mannie

As the bell rings, Mannie bounces a few times before he skips into a walk towards Wilson. As they come in to do an apparent lock up, Streets Wilson turns sideways and cracks Young Mannie to the chin with a Superkick. The crowd erupts from the quick and sudden shot to the chin but Mannie drops to the canvas and grabs his face. Wilson smiles and taunts Mannie, slapping the side of his leg as if asking if Mannie wants another. Young Mannie scoots back and gets to his feet. Tightening his jaw, Mannie steps forward and finally the two lock up.

Mannie shoves down the tie up and puts his fist to Streets face. He stumbles back and comes with his own stiff shot. They trade a few more punches before Mannie ducks a shot from Streets and slides behind Wilson. Wilson spins around with a back elbow but Mannie throws up a forearm and blocks it. Grabbing Wilson from the back of his head and jumps hitting a knee to the spine of Wilson. He arches back, Mannie lands on his feet and twists around, keeping the head of Wilson and snapping him into a Test Drive Spinning Neckbreaker.

Harris: Mannie is looking to put Streets away even if it means ending his career. Now THAT is something I can get behind!

West: You'd get behind alot wouldn't you?

Harris: Not just anything gets me smiling!

Young Mannie gets up and rips Streets off the canvas. He tosses the man into the nearby corner turnbuckles. Mannie steps back and comes in a skip back to Streets, hitting him with a Superkick of his own. Streets Wilson slumps down into the corner and lands down on his butt, his back against the bottom and middle turnbuckle pads. Mannie tries to raise the crowd's cheers as he rushes across the ring, hits the ropes and comes in hot. He jumps off his feet and clobbers Streets Wilson with a low soaring dropkick to the chest. Wilson flops over onto his side and rolls out of the ring in pain. Mannie gets up and celebrates to the crowd's mixture of cheers and jeers. The referee begins the count as Streets stands tall and looks into the ring at Mannie. Using the bottom rope, Wilson pulls up onto the ring apron.

As he begins to rise to his feet on the apron, Streets doesn't see Mannie rushing toward him. Mannie comes in with a forearm but Streets swiftly moves to the side and pulls down on Mannie's head, hot shotting him across the ropes and he snaps back violently. Streets dips in through the middle rope and enters the ring. Mannie hurries to his feet again as Streets grabs him and hits him with an Irish Whip. Mannie hits the ropes and bounces back towards Wilson who catches him and twirls him up with a Tilt-A-Whirl Sidewalk Slam.

West: Street Walk Slam! That's a classic Streets Wilson move right there! Good job! Great execution!!

Harris: Mannie was caught off guard and lost control, he will lose this match if he can't find another opening to capitalize on...

Streets drops down and covers Mannie, hooking the leg as the referee drops and makes the count.

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2
.Kickout..

Streets pulls Mannie up as he rises to his own feet. Mannie busts out of the small grapple and clobbers a forearm into Streets face. He pushes up against him chest to chest and pulls away with his own Irish Whip to Wilson. Streets runs across the ring, hits the ropes and comes back with great speed. Mannie lifts him, tossing Streets up into the air above him. As Streets comes down, Young Mannie hits "The Drug Test" Elevated European Uppercut and the crowd goes in Awww. Instead of going for a pin attempt, Mannie signals for the end.

Harris: It's over, that move ends fights. Now he'll put Streets Wilson away!

West: While the move is amazing, you can never count a former Xtreme Champion out of a tight match.

Grabbing Streets by an arm, Mannie pulls him to his feet. He pulls him in for a Suplex and lifts him into the air. Streets hangs upside down in a stall suplex as Mannie takes a few steps before twisting and bringing Streets down for a Corkscrew Piledriver. A move he calls "Death By Mannie" and the crowd claps for the excitement of the move as Mannie makes the cover and the referee makes the count.

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Paige: Your winner via Pinfall...YOUNG MANNIE!!

West: Mannie started off slow but came through here! Great job, he might have a future ahead of him yet..

As Mannie's music plays the crowd begins to get riled up. He rises to his feet and the referee raises an arm in victory. Suddenly the crowd erupts loudly and the house rumbles as Jason Kash comes through the crowd and leaps the guard railing. Kash slides into the ring behind Young Mannie and the Referee who still has Mannie's arm raised. Kash has what appears to be a vase or a glass bong in his hand and rushes up to Mannie, smashing it over the back of his head. Mannie falls flat onto the canvas in front of him, laid next to Streets Wilson. The referee ducks to the side to try and miss the glass.

Harris: Very NICE!! Jason Kash has entered the building folks!! It's time to get Suicidal!!

Kash stands there looking around at the fans as they are on their feet screaming boos. A few of them throwing garbage, most likely trying to hit him but none get close. He has a grin on his face showing he is pleased with their reaction and steps over to the ropes and signals for a microphone. The referee checks on Mannie who is bleeding from the back of his head. Kash scoots the ref away as Streets Wilson rolls out of the ring. The referee leaves as well but calls for EMTs and stays at ringside as Kash stands near Mannie's downed body. Kash squats down next to Mannie and puts the mic to his mouth to speak.

JKash: I had a head ache this morning and it made me remember how you busted a bong over MY head about a year or so ago..You remember that? Well this was your Bong, I found it backstage. Now since you've been on a nice little roll as of late and the "Violence" is coming out of you..I figured what better time to break someone down then before their rise even begins? Mr. Diamond made ONE last decision before he left, Next week we've got a date. I'll see you then.

Kash drops the mic and waves at the camera guy as he dips through the middle ropes and drops down to the ring side floor. He heads up the entrance ramp and disappears backstage. The crowd still going crazy at his appearance.

* COMMERCIAL BREAK *

[T-Marv]

Into the backstage area, Jason Kash is walking back from his in-ring attack on Young Mannie. He has a grin on his face and appears to be in his thoughts. On auto pilot he just strolls down the hallways as Kaylyn James Evans is walking opposite down the same hallway. They begin to pass each other, Kash simply nods at her saying hello but continues walking by. KJE spins around looking slightly offended and calls out to Kash.

KJE: Are you seriously going to ignore me? Act like I'm just some female backstage that you don't know?

He stops walking, his head shakes as his back is still to Kaylyn. He slowly peeks over his shoulder, his body turns and faces Kaylyn. He laughs out as he walks back to her and stands right in front of her. He remembers her eyes, some of the best brown eyes he has ever laid eyes on. The memories of their time together seems so far ago but yet so fresh as he stares at her. Finally she breaks him from his thoughts again.

KJE: Well? Got anything to say?

JKash: Hellrr!

KJE: Oh great! You do Madea's voice as well, do you think I'm joking? You're such an asshole!!!

She begins to turn around but Kash grabs her at the arm and pulls her back to him. His demeanor has changed to a much more serious nature and again he stares directly into her eyes.

JKash: I was an asshole when you met me...I'm much more than that now.

He sits there and the two of them stare at each other, almost in a trance. He leans in slowly as if going for a kiss and KJE moves quickly from his lip lock.

KJE: Ewww No...What do you think you're doing?

A handful of backstage staff members walk by and Kash releases her arm and tries to play it cool. In a raised voice he makes sure everyone in distance can hear him.

JKash: NO I WILL NOT MAKE OUT WITH YOU!!

Kaylyn James looks insulted, her face gets a tint of red to it.

KJE: Grrrrrrr....GOD!!

With that she twirls around and hurries away from Kash as everyone in the nearby area stare at them, some laughing at the reference to Mr. Deeds but Kash waves and watches Kaylyn. His eyes much lower on her as she walks away. His head bounces from left to right, mimicing the motion of her butt cheeks as she walks. He calls out to her..

JKash: I'll see you later Kaylyn...

We return Ringside for more action!

Paige: Our next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 225 lbs., and representing Parts Unknown... "Relic Hunter" Irver Famori!

The arena darkens slightly, and the footsteps of the tune can clearly be heard. The organ starts to bellow out as yellow lights flash to the footsteps, and Irver slowly walks on stage, cast in his cloak and hood. He walks down the stage slowly, as the yellow lights shine through the darkness, ignoring any taunts and jeers he receives before slowly making it towards the ring and up the steps. There, he enters between the top and middle ropes, removing his hood, taking his cloak off, and any artifacts he should be wearing. No taunts, no symbols and no remarks.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 228 lbs., and representing Hollywood, California... "Mr. 24 Karats" Casper Grey!

The lights dim through out the arena as alone spot light hits the entrance ramp as "My Last Breathe" by Evanescence begins blasting on out from the PA sound system, out walks "The Aesthetic Anomaly " Casper Grey himself from behind the black curtains. As Nicky announces his name two huge turbine engines can be heard kicking on, and can be seen whirling on the sides of the ramp way, firing fog and white light as he stands at the top of the entrance ramp as various cheers of abhorrence, and disgust from the booing fans can be heard as he looks out into the darkness. Besides the turbines, the only other lights that are shown are the white lights that shoot up from underneath Grey as he walks. Every footstep he takes, light shines on the ramp way, imitating his every step taken. As he slowly walks down to the ring, once at ring side he walks around to the steel steps and walks on up them, before stepping inside the ring he wipes the bottoms of his boots on the side of the ring apron before stepping inside the squared circle and awaiting for his opponent.

Irver Famori vs. Casper Grey

The bell rings and the two lock-up immediately. Famori gets the advantage of Grey and pushes him back towards the turnbuckle. He presses him up and backs away slowly with his arms up in the air like he isn't going to attack but pounces - driving his boot in the stomach of Grey. He follows up his assault with a few knife edge chops across the throat, causing Casper to fall down to his knees, and gasp for air. The referee lets Famori know that he isn't pleased with the illegal maneuver but Irver doesn't pay him much attention. Famori grabs a handful of hair and lifts Casper back up to his feet before whipping him in to the ropes and lifting him in the air, landing on the other side of the ring with a back body drop. Grey bounces off the mat and grabs his lower back, wincing in pain. Famori paces around the ring kicking at Grey every few steps, almost stalking his overmatched opponent. Irver reaches down and helps Casper back up, and as they get to their feet, Famori swings Grey around in a reverse DDT position, holding him there, with a smirk on his face. He lunges up in the air for additional impact and drops Grey down across his knee in a move he calls "The Equaliser" (Reverse DDT in to Backbreaker). Grey rolls over to the ropes and eventually falls to the outside of the floor before Famori can do any more damage.

West: What a move from Irver Famori! Color me impressed by the first time APW megastar!

Harris: Casper Grey couldn't fight his way out of a plastic bag, Shane. Let's wait a little bit before we start crowning champions who have only been in one match here on Meltdown!

West: You aren't the boss of me!

Famori follows Grey to the outside - refusing him any time to recover. He picks up the downed megastar and wraps himself around Grey's waist, shoving him backwards at top speed, and running his back in to the steel post on the side of the ring. The referee jumps to the outside and tries to separate the two but Grey isn't going to give him the opportunity. He scoops Grey up in a fireman's carry, and leads him over to the metal guard rail, and launches him up in the air allowing him to come crashing down across his throat. Grey wallows around on the ground with two hands on his throat and gasping for air.

West: The referee might have to put an end to this match before Grey gets seriously hurt! It's obvious that he's overmatched.

Harris: Famori has shown something that we haven't seen around Meltdown in a long time - a set of balls! I think I'm starting to like this guy, after all.

Famori rolls Grey back in to the ring, and hops up in the apron after him. He stands at the feet of his opponent, holding them by the ankles and hooks them under his arms, using the leverage of his body to send Grey head first in to the turnbuckle with a slingshot. Grey stumbles around before Irver grabs him in a full-nelson and runs forward with a bulldog. Grey is flat on his face in the middle of the ring - as the referee checks on him but it doesn't do any good as Famnori shoves him out of the way. He isn't going to allow Grey the privilege of being ruled unable to continue. He sits Casper up, in a slumped position, but up none-the-less, and takes a few steps backwards measuring him up. Famori rubs the side of his boot - adding insult to injury before using the ropes for leverage to shoot himself forward and plant his foot on the side of Casper's face... sending spit three rows back in to the audience and Gray folding over without a clue as to where he is. Famori drops down to one knee, and slides over to Grey, before latching his arm around the throat of his opponent and dropping backwards, his legs grapevined around Grey, wrenching in the "Grapes of Wrath" (Rear-Naked Choke). The referee immediately calls for the bell after dropping Grey's arm three times. Famori drops Grey in disgust and snatches his arm out of the referees grasp, raising his own hands in victory.

Paige: Here is your winner, via submission, "Relic Hunter" Irver Famori!

* COMMERCIAL BREAK *

[T-Marv]

The crowd cheers as we pan backstage to the M&M locker room where Cassandra McPherson sits on the couch, holding and admiring Aubrey's North American Title while Parker paces back and forth, now dressed in her wrestling gear with her phone pressed to her ear. She groans as whoever she's calling fails to pick up, and throws the phone down on the couch.

Cassaandra: Still nothing from Logan?

AJP: Nothing. His phone just goes straight to voicemail now.

There's a knock at the door and Parker quickly makes her way over to it, pulling it open to reveal William D.Williams Jr. to a pop from the Ohio fans. Aubrey's demeanor changes entirely and she blushes a bit as she looks up at the man.

William: Hey, champ. And I thought I knew how to accessorize... Nice belt.

He nods to the North American Title that Cassandra is cradling and gives Aubrey a sly grin while Aubrey's response is... Stupid.

AJP: Yeah. It's. I love it. It's great. Hi.

William: You know, I really am proud of you..the Last Person Standing...the NEW North American Champ: Aubrey J. Parker...it sounds sexy! I like it...you know, I meant to ask? What does the "J" stand for?

AJP: Uh. Uh...

Cassandra: Jessica. Damnit.

William: I like it...can I call you Jessica? I really had a great time in Chicago. The Navy Pier will never be the same! I was just thinking...I've never dated a champion before...?

AJP: Haha, date? Is that what that was?

Cassandra: ...Yeah, is it?

William: A guy can dream can't he? Haha, hey..I know you need to get ready for your match with Krunk...ya know it's not nice to knock a guy out more than once? By the way, remind me not to get on your bad side.

AJP: It's not mine you have to worry about... Comikaze's probably the most unpredictable team out there. I've seen them do some things that people just aren't supposed to do. They've given me one of the toughest matches of my career and they could win the Tag Team Titles. They're that good, William... Good luck against them. Really.

Williams half-smirks, but seems unsure on whether to take Aubrey's warning seriously or not.

William: Yeah...I'm tagging with Roy Speede tonight against them. Hey I promised Speede one of them once we win. You you can have the other if you'd like...you can have him carry around the title or something...oh!! You can have a little Red Crow or Snake Boy foot stool???

Aubrey laughs but seems unsatisfied with his lack of urgency to heed her warning.

AJP: You're silly. But I'm serious. Look out for them.

William: Of course, of course. Let me get out of here before Cassie pokes my eyes out or Logan shows up and gives me the stink eye! Get ready..I'll see you later Jessica *wink*. Have a great match...Knock em Dead! Literally! Haha.

AJP: Later.

Parker smiles at Williams as he leaves and closes the door behind him. Cassandra rolls her eyes from her seat.

Cassandra: Tool!

Aubrey scoffs at Cassandra and gives her "the hand" before going back to her phone and attempting to call her tag team partner again as the scene fades out.

We cut back to Shane West and Dick Harris at ringside for the next match.

Harris: Alright, now this is a match I've been dying to see all night!

West: Why is that? Because we're about to see two of APW's newest Mega Stars going head to head in what is sure to be a high flying match up?

Harris: I'm just anxious to see "The Lusty Lesbian" in action. Have you Googled her yet? I have.

West: You seriously set this company back ten years every time you talk.

Harris: Thanks. I try my best.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

"On Wisconsin" starts to play over the arena's loudspeakers as Terra Bryant bolts out from behind the curtain with a lollipop in her mouth. Ske makes her way down to the ring before she rolls under the bottom rope and climbs the turnbuckle, giving a smile and wink to the audience.

Paige: Introducing first, from Santa Anna, Texas and making her APW debut here tonight...TERRA BRYANT!

Harris: Oh man...a lollipop, glasses and braces. I feel like I'm going to jail just for looking at her too long.

West: If you actually want to look beyond Bryant's appearance, she's incredibly athletic and one hell of a high flyer from everything I've heard. I can't wait to see what she brings to Meltdown.

Harris: I can't wait to see what she brings to my hotel room.

West: What part of "lesbian" is confusing to you?

Paige: And her opponent, she hails from San Francisco, California by way of Hong Kong...she is known as The Hong Kong Sensation...AMY ZING!

"Wait Your Turn" by Rhianna hits in the arena as Amy Zing comes running out of the entrance way. She runs to one end of the entrance stage, then to the other. She then walks to the middle and bends with her fingers touching the ground. She rises, spreading her arms out and pointing to the fans. She brings her hands together then breaks them apart. She walks down to the ring slapping hands with the fans on both sides of the barricade as she does.

It's getting crowded
Over here
But babe
The wait is over
Sometimes it takes
A thousand tries
To win
The wait is over

Standing in front of the ring, Amy leapfrogs onto the apron. She slingshots herself into the ring and runs to the corner. Amy pulls herself up to the turnbuckle, spreading her arms out to the sides, pointing to the crowd. Slowly, she brings them together. Once her hands touch, Amy suddenly backflips off the turnbuckle, landing in the ring.

It's getting crowded
Over here
But babe
The wait is over
Sometimes it takes
A thousand tries
To win
The wait is over

Unwrapping the ribbon from her arm, Amy uses it to tie her hair in a ponytail. She starts clapping along with the song, trying to get the crowd behind her. She then leans against the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to start.

West: Quite an entrance from Amy, we saw her in the Japanese Death Match Battle Royal at One Night In Hell and she impressed a lot of people with her skill-set.

Harris: She sure lasted a long time in that match, especially when you consider the psychopaths who were marching around the ring with barbed wire and kendo sticks.

West: She definitely got APW fans talking. Let's see how she fares tonight.

Amy Zing v. Terra Bryant

The bell rings and Terra rushes Amy, connecting with a beautiful standing dropkick that sends Amy back against the turnbuckle. Terra starts throwing a series of elbows to Amy's head before she takes a few steps back and tries to charge in with a handspring back elbow. Amy ducks out of the way as Terra crashes into the corner. Amy grabs hold of her arm and steps underneath it, sending her spilling to the canvas with a quick arm drag. Amy refuses to let go of Bryant's arm as she rolls her over to her stomach and connects with a hard double stomp right onto Bryant's back. Amy, not looking to waste any time, stands next to Bryant's prone body and hits a standing moonsault, getting a huge reaction from the crowd! Amy attempts to roll Bryant over to her back for a pin, but Terra grabs hold of the nearest rope before Amy can even make the cover. Amy grabs hold of Terra's leg instead, dragging her to the center of the ring but Terra springs up and connects with a European uppercut that staggers Amy. Terra is back on her feet and connects with a low dropkick that sends Amy to her knees. Terra bounces off the nearby ropes and charges in, nailing a shining wizard to the back of Amy's skull!

West: Well we expected this match to be fast paced and we certainly have not been disappointed! Amy looks completely dazed after that kick, she's going to have to get her composure back quick if she expects to come out of this one with a win.

Harris: Terra is definitely looking more aggressive to me tonight. Think she's into that whole S&M domination scene?

West: Can you please focus on the match, Dick?

Harris: No need to call me names. Whoa waitasecond...if you would actually pay attention to the match like I am, you'll see that Terra is looking to fly!

Terra climbs to the top turnbuckle, smiling out at the audience as she readies herself. Before she can jump though, Amy springs back to her feet and climbs the turnbuckle to meet Terra! Amy grabs hold of Terra's head and pins it underneath her arm, connecting with a superplex that sends the "Lusty Lesbian" sprawling to the mat! The crowd lets out another huge cheer as Amy pops back up and grabs hold of Terra's hair, pulling her up and throwing her into the corner turnbuckle. Amy runs in for a running lariat, but Terra manages to leapfrog her and send her crashing into the turnbuckle. Terra charges forward, but Amy manages to hop to the second turnbuckle and jump at Terra, grabbing her head in midair and slamming it down into the mat with a vicious tornado DDT! Terra looks to be down and out but Amy does not go for the pin, instead she drags Terra over to the corner and puts her head down so its resting on the bottom turnbuckle.

West: The Hong Kong Sensation is once again putting on an impressive showing here tonight. It looks like she's got Terra lined up exactly where she wants her.

Harris: Its funny, I remember hearing Amy Zing talk earlier in the week that this is the first time she's ever wrestled in Ohio. Maybe she should start wrestling here more often, the fans are loving some of the big moves she's breaking out.

West: Definitely. Amy came into this match prepared and looking to make a statement...she's doing just that so far.

Amy points towards the sky and charges towards a prone Bryant, lifting herself into a handstand on the ropes before she swings herself down knees-first into Terra's chest! Terra screams out in pain as Amy rolls backwards and sizes up her opponent. Terra, still clutching her chest, stumbles to her feet and tries to keep herself balanced next to the ropes. She groggily turns around and Amy charges in, hitting Terra flush with a jumping reverse corkscrew roundhouse kick!

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Paige: And your winner...via pinfall...Amy Zing!

Harris: Well you just mentioned Amy looking to make a statement here tonight. She managed to survive in that brutal Battle Royal at One Night In Hell, and tonight she picks up her first singles victory with relative ease.

West: She calls that amazing corkscrew roundhouse the "Fenghuang Kick" and it sure ended this match in a hurry. Big things are on the horizon for this young competitor. Just a matter of time before she moves up the rankings and starts taking on the best competition we have here on Meltdown.

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

[T-Marv]

Backstage in the Covelli Center, one of the outer doors swings open and Logan Alexander steps inside. He has a duffle bag slung over his shoulder and he begins walking through entry corridor. He heads off along an adjoining hallway with the camera now following along behind him.

Harris: Well, it's about time he got here. What does he think he is, a celebrity?!

West: Hmm. Look who's talking.

Harris: What!

Logan's eyes can be seen moving downward to focus on somebody else and soon, Sienna Harrison steps into his path to a mixed reaction from the Ohio crowd.

Sienna: Leave it to you to make being late unfashionable.

Logan snorts softly and rolls his eyes as he keeps walking towards her.

LA: And there's a reason I should care about that? I have more important things to worry about.

Sienna: Like what?

Logan's stride doesn't slow and he neatly sidesteps Sienna, before moving past her but she pivots and matches Logan's pace. Logan shoots her a glance.

LA: I don't believe that is any concern of yours.

Sienna slows her pace just a little bit, scowling at Logan's tone.

Sienna: I want to know what could be-- be so important! Aubrey already went out to that ring without you. She declared herself a star without you. And she's in the main event tonight. What do YOU have that's so pressing? You couldn't even make it to the final four.

Logan stop and turns to face Sienna. He slowly steps closer to her.

LA: Oh... YOU want to know, so of course I should come running to you with all the details.

Please stop acting like you have any meaningful sort of role in my life anymore. We've covered this topic enough by now that you should have caught on, no matter how distracted you've been with Evan and Nick.

He stops in front of her, fixing her with an annoyed look, crossing his arms over his chest.

LA: As for Aubrey... I think she's more than capable of deciding how to handle her business here without me standing there beside her. She's EARNED the right to do so... Yet here you are, just like everyone else trying to plant some seeds of mistrust between us. If that was the whole purpose of your visit, you'd better go find someone else to peddle your wares to...

So, get to the point if you have one, or go bother someone else.

Sienna: I hate the way you speak to me. It makes it impossible to hold a conversation! The only way to get you to talk is to be mean to you first, and I think that's a bit juvenile. So excuse me if I don't f--

Sienna abruptly stops and clears her throat. She brushes hair out of her face and gives Logan a small smile, which seems forced.

Sienna: I just wanted to discuss your future. Not M&M's future-- but yours. I didn't want this to become a fight.

LA: My future? Why this sudden interest in it?

Sienna: It's not really all that sudden.

LA: Then why the interest in discussing it with me now?

Sienna just smirks. She places a hand on Logan's forearm.

Sienna: Too many questions. Did you ever think that maybe people screw you over because you make it seem like such a damn good challenge? I just thought that it was possible that you'd need somebody in your corner... Someone that knows the ins and outs of this show... An extra set of eyes that could prevent that.

Logan glances down at Sienna's hand, then back up at her.

LA: And I assume that you have a suggestion for who'd be a good fit for that particular role.

Sienna: ...All I'm saying is, keep it in mind. Both of you.

She winks and reaches into her pocket, retrieving an iPhone, clad entirely in pink.

Sienna: My office is always open.

LA: Of course it is.

Logan turns and starts walking away, shaking his head slightly as he does so. Sienna looks after Logan, seemingly satisfied with his response at first, but slowly glares as he ventures farther down the corridor.

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

Paige: The following is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the team of The Red Crow and Snake Boy, they are Comikaze!

Harris: These two are due for a big win, and they’ll get it tonight!

West: Can’t be so sure, Dick! I think their opponents might pull this one out!

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 “TSO” down the right pants leg…”The Smooth One” 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 extends his arms and basks in the aroma of impending victory.

Paige: And introducing their opponents, first, William D. Williams, Jr!

West: See, what did I tell you? He just radiates charisma.

Harris: Oh, please! Comikaze is a spectacular team!

The lights go out in the arena. After several seconds, words written in a bright white begin flashing on the otherwise blackened out Jumbotron. With each fading word, a new word pops up on the screen.

CAN

YOU

HEAR

ME

NOW!?!

As the last word fades, all five words reappear on the jumbotron at once.

CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW!?!

The lights slowly come back on as 'Hear Me Now' by Hollywood Undead begins to play through the speakers as Roy Speede steps out on stage. He crosses his arms in an X across his chest, with his right arm underneath his left, and his hands in his fists. He bows his head for several seconds, and his chin rests in the gap between his fists.

Paige: And his partner, he is Roy Speede!

Roy drops his right arm, and raises his left arm in the air, with his pointer, middle, and pinky fingers extended, and his ring finger and thumb tucked into his palm. His palm is facing the crowd. He drops his arm, and begins jogging to ringside, high-fiving fans as he goes, before climbing onto the apron, and then climbing the outside of the turnbuckle. He raises his left arm, with the same fingers extended as when he was on stage. He leaps from the turnbuckle into the ring.

Comikaze vs Roy Speede & William D. Williams, Jr.

The bell rings, and Snake Boy stares down Williams Jr in the ring. The two lock up, and Williams uses his size to back Snake Boy into the corner. He hits a backhand slap across the chest, and then whips Snake Boy across the ring toward the other corner. Williams darts after him but Snake Boy uses the turnbuckle to vault over Williams and tags in The Red Crow. Crow springboards off the top rope and catches Williams with a dropkick. He pins.

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Harris: See! I told you Comikaze would come out firing in this one! And they’ll do a damned good job of finishing it just like they started!

West: We’ll see, Dick. We’ll see.

Williams powers out, and The Red Crow gets him up to his feet in a hurry. Crow hits him with an elbow smash to the face and then whips him across the ring, and Speede makes a blind tag as Williams ricochets off the ropes. Speede climbs to the top as The Red Crow is taken down by a clothesline from Williams Jr, and The Smooth One slides out of the ring to allow Speede the ring. Roy takes off looking for a senton, but The Red Crow rolls out of the way and Speede crashes back first into the mat. Crow tags Snake Boy back into the match, and he grabs Speede, locking him in a triangle choke hold.

Harris: Comikaze’s still in control, Shane! I told you they’d win it!

West: It’s not over till it’s over...

Speede rolls out of the choke hold and gets to his feet as Snake Boy gets to his, and Snake Boy charges forward only to be met by a boot to the midsection. Speede pulls Snake Boy in and drops him with the Fast Forward (Spinning Fisherman Suplex). He gets to his feet and pulls Snake Boy up, pointing toward Williams Jr in his corner. The crowd pops, and Speede smirks, nodding his head, pulling Snake boy toward his own corner. Williams tags himself in, and Speede shoves Snake Boy into Williams’ arms. Williams takes Snake Boy up into a fireman’s carry...

Harris: This can’t be good!

West: But it looks oh so beautiful from here!

Speede goes to the top rope, and Williams plants Snake Boy with the Chocolate Wasted (GTS)! Speede takes off and immediately goes for the Speede Bump (Shooting Star Frog Splash) and hits it! He rolls forward and gets to his feet, knocking The Red Crow off the apron as Williams drops for the pin.

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Paige: Winners of this match by pinfall, Roy Speede and William D Williams!

The bell rings and Williams gets to his feet. He and Speede high-five, and the two raise their arms in celebration.

The camera cuts to the backstage area where we see Krunk kicking a soda machine numerous times before shaking it in an attempt to get free soda. He continues to kick it until he is interrupted by none other than The Promise, Anthony Bailey.

Krunk: Aren't you the former World Heavyweight Champion and the former Tap Out Champion Anthony Bailey? Damn! Dude I'm like a fan of your work, you look like one of the few chill dudes over at Asylum. Why is a dude like yourself over here on Meltdown?

A confused look appears on Krunk's face.

Anthony Bailey: Thank you man. It’s a privilege to meet you and it’s a privilege to be here on Meltdown. What brings me here you ask? Nothing but the fact of all the amazing talent you guys have around here. I wanted to see megastars like Zak Warner, Streets Wilson, and Amy Zing do their thing live. But I really came to see the main event between you and Ms. Aubrey J. Parker. That’s going to be epic because I’m a fan of the both of you.

Krunk: You?? A fan of me?

Bailey flashes that million dollar smile of his.

Anthony Bailey: Of course. I recognize talent when I see it.

Krunk looks shocked.

Krunk: Wow! Thanks man, that means a lot. Say uhhh Bailey, I had a question…tonight is kind of important for me and there’s a lot at stake here. Is there any advice you could give me?

Bailey looks contemplative.

Anthony Bailey: Not to dodge the question or sound cliché, but just go out there and do what you normally do. Whatever that formula might be for you personally has worked thus far and it landed you in the main event tonight. So stick to the formula and you’ll be fine.

Krunk nods in agreement.

Anthony Bailey: But I don’t want to hold you up…I know you have a huge match to prepare for and I know what it’s like to want to be alone before going out there. Break a leg out there tonight man, not in the literal sense but you know what I’m saying.

Bailey quickly and humorously covers up the remark before things get awkward

Krunk: Haha. It’s all good man. Maybe we can chop it up after the show or something.

Anthony Bailey: Yeah that could work. Just let me know.

Bailey begins to walk off in the opposite direction.

Krunk: Oh and Bailey, one more thing…dude can I please get your autograph?

Bailey stops in his footsteps and chuckles a little.

Anthony Bailey: Of course you can.

Bailey pulls out a sharpie from his pocket and begins to autograph Krunk’s T-shirt sleeve as the scene cuts to commercial

*COMMERCIAL BREAK *

[T-Marv]

The door to M&M's locker room swings open and Logan Alexander glances inside before entering.

AJP: Logan!

The camera swings toward Aubrey J. Parker as she gets up, apparently in the middle of a conversation with Cassandra McPherson, and starts to walk toward Logan but awkwardly stops a few feet away from him.

AJP: Where were you?

LA: Caught a late flight in and then had some trouble getting through the airport. Everything just lagged behind from there.

He hangs his head slightly, lowering his gaze apologetically.

LA: Sorry for making you wait and not calling beforehand.

AJP: No. It's fine. I just thought... You left your phone in Toronto. Or something.

LA: Actually... I think I mispacked it. It wasn't in my carry on bag and I didn't have time to check my luggage after I landed. Checked in to the hotel, dropped off my things, grabbed my wrestling gear, and here I am at last.

AJP: Yeah... Well, I know you have a big match coming up. Valo's a pretty big deal, so... I'm not gonna bother you too much.

LA: I'll be fine. You can't always right a ship as quickly as you want. But are you okay?

AJP: I'm peachy.

LA: ... all right. If you say so.

Logan moves over to once of the benches and drops his duffle bag there.

LA: You feeling prepared for tonight?

For a little while, Parker doesn't answer. She stands in the same position with her head angled away from Logan. She sighs and turns toward him with her arms folded in front of her.

AJP: I don't know if I've been taking Krunk seriously enough. Like.. I know how good he is, but I just feel like I haven't been preparing as hard as he has. And I tried to call you and ask if we could go over some things but-- but you just never answered your phone. Or anything.

All week. This is my first time talking to you in a week, Logan. What the hell?

Logan turns and looks over at Aubrey.

LA: Sorry... I needed some time to start figuring things out.

He sighs and looks away.

LA: Last week, I had to be a spectator for the final portion of your title win. I really felt that I was going to do better... maybe even get to the point that you and I might face for the title. But I wasn't good enough to get that far. I felt you'd be able to handle things this week on your own. If I can't get myself through to the end of a match that you can, what kind of advice can I give you going forward?

AJP: ...Dude, you had a bad night. You got screwed. You can't give up on me just because a Hall of Famer held you down in a Last Man Standing match. The officiating in this place sucks anyway, you know that.

LA: Aubrey... I'm not giving up on you. I'm acknowledging that you have moved into an area that I'm currently not capable of advising you about. You know how to beat Krunk. He might be preparing, but you have been doing the same as well right?

AJP: Um. Yeah. Obviously.

Aubrey's eyes widen a bit while a few members of the audience burst into laughter as they recall the North American Champion's antics throughout the week. Logan smirks at her.

LA: You still had four days to prepare after the celebration phase.

AJP: I did what I could. I hit the gym and I studied every match I've had with him... I was just hoping you'd be there.

LA: I know... I should have made more of an effort to be there for you. But I still have the utmost confidence in your ability to beat him. Krunk has desire and focus, but you have more of both and you've proven time and again that you're better. The proof is the title you now hold. He'll only become a real threat when he takes you seriously, but he's too busy make excuses as to why he keeps failing.

Aubrey nods slowly but doesn't look totally convinced by his words.

AJP: Thanks, Logan.

She walks over to the bench and sits down on the opposite side, sighing a bit as she looks down at the North American Title belt that sits atop her own gym bag. Logan looks back over at her.

LA: You'll be just fine. Maybe after the match we'll discuss your future as champion a bit more indepth. We'll also have to figure out what to do for Krunk's fourth KO.

He smirks at her. Aubrey nods and along with Cassandra the two walk out. Aubrey turns to Logan with a concerned smile.

AJP: Figure out what to do for Valo's first one.

As the door to M&M's locker room closes, the camera cuts to black.

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Paige: The following match is our penultimate match on Monday Night Meltdown and is scheduled for one fall! Coming first, from Toronto, Canada. Weighing in at 223 lbs….Logan “Chaos Stryke” Alexander!!

The lights dim down and “Reach for the Stars” begins to play through the arena PA system. Several multi coloured lights begin to play back and forth in front of the entryway at the top of the ramp. Just before the vocals of the song begin, all of the lights focus on the entryway turning their combined light white. After a moment’s pause, Logan Alexander steps forth from the curtains, dressed in his usual ring attire, wearing a pair of sunglasses as well as a black ring jacket. He spreads his arms wide and turns his back to the crowd to display the back of his ring jacket which is decorated with the words ‘Chaos Stryke’ along with an eight point star coloured in black, white, and gray, with the letters C and S in the middle of it.
Logan starts walking down the entry ramp, occasionally reaching out to some of the fans doing the same on either side of him. The coloured lights shine down in his direction, moving in somewhat circular patterns around him. Once at ringside, Logan makes his way up the steps and onto the ring apron. He climbs through the ropes and steps into the ring. The coloured lights now move in a circle on the inside of the ring. Logan moves around to each side of the ring, holding his arms out wide and calling out to the crowd as he does so.

The coloured lights move out of the ring as the normal lighting resumes. Logan removes his sunglasses and tucks them into a jacket pocket, before removing the jacket. He moves to a corner of the ring away from the entry ramp and reaches through the ropes to lower his jacket to one of the ringside technicians. He then turns and leans back against the turnbuckles, focusing on the entryway to await his opponent.

West: He certainly looks confident!

Harris: He’ll have everything to prove though, he failed to even make the top four at last week’s North American Title match at One Night in Hell!

Paige: And his opponent, from HELLsinki, Finland. Weighing in at 245 lbs... “The Finnish Phenom” Tuhoa Valo!!

The crowd watches as Tuhoa Valo enters to Nymphetamine Fix Cradle of Filth. There’s a mixtures of cheers and boos as Valo walks down the entrance way, his eyes completely fixed on Logan Alexander before walking up the steel steps, and entering the ring.

West: Valo, another man high on confidence. He won his match at One Night in Hell, and in style.

All of a sudden “All About the Benjamins” hits over the loudspeakers and a world of boos come from the crowd as the smirking General Manager Alexander Duvall walks out onto the stage interrupting the match at hand.

West: What is he doing out here? Hasn’t he caused enough damage tonight?

Alexander Duvall: Sorry for the interruption chaps. I’ll let you get on with your senseless beatings in a minute. But first, I’d like to take my first swing at spicing things up a little bit! Gentlemen, your match is now officially a #1 contenders match for the North American Championship. Good Luck!

Just like that he exits through the curtain leaving Logan and Tehoa to stare at each other, smirking at their new opportunity.

Harris: WHOA! What an announcement from our esteemed GM, and one heck of a way to start off his regime here.

Logan “Chaos Stryke” Alexander vs. “Finnish Phenom” Tehoa Valo

The bell rings and it’s Valo that comes out of his corner quickly, attempting to grapple his foe. But Alexander is quick on his feet, ducking the grapple attempt to the shoulders and performs a quick dropkick, dropping Valo to one knee. Alexander is fast to rise and he grabs Valo’s neck in a chinlock, putting pressure on the Finn, but he only manages to do this for a couple of seconds before Valo reacts with a set of elbows to the midriff. Alexander releases his hold and sees to his stomach, allowing Valo to get up, and Alexander walks into a firm Belly to Belly Suplex. Valo makes a cover but this early on in the match doesn’t give him anything to work on, and Alexander kicks out before the referee can make the count. Both men rise and grapple again, and it’s Valo who wins out this time, whipping Alexander at the ropes. He attempts a Superkick, but Alexander holds on to the ropes and Valo kicks air. Alexander responds quickly in an attempt to make some major ground on the match, bringing Valo down with a cunningly executed Sunset Flip:

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West: Nice counter there by Alexander, just the kind of stuff we’re used to seeing from this wonderkid!

Harris: True but Valo is a tough cookie, and as we’ve seen in the past he won’t like to be countered like that!

Valo certainly looks a little perplexed as he rises, looking angrily at the ref. But he has nobody to blame for the pin but himself after a slight lapse of concentration, and decides that if the referee can’t feel his wrath, he’ll take it out on Alexander. He doesn’t allow the Canadian to escape from the corner, and blasts him with a serious of punches and chops. It gets to the stage where the referee needs to intervene, and Valo leaves the corner with Alexander doubled over, having taken some damage to his stomach. Valo has wondered over to the opposite corner, and turns, running full pelt and catching Alexander with a Running Knee. There’s a wince from the crowd as Alexander falls forwards, that midriff of his continuing to take some pressure. Valo interacts with the crowd, catching both cheers and jeers and generally wastes time, before picking Alexander up from behind. He performs a German Suplex that gives Alexander little time to breathe, and attempts to follow up with a second. However upon execution, Alexander finds the strength to land on his feet, and with Valo’s bearings all over the place, he delivers an inverted Chaotic Shockwave (Implant DDT) to the cheers of the crowd!

West: Brilliant stuff by Alexander! Valo didn’t see it coming!

Harris: But can Logan react? He’s down and out!

Unfortunately he’s still nursing some damage taken to his stomach, and cannot make the pin as the referee makes the count. The crowd inspires both men to slowly rise to their feet though, and the ref’s count is never in serious contention as the wrestlers use the ropes to pull themselves up. The count stops at seven, and Alexander and Valo meet again in the ring, in another grapple. Valo attempts a hold that would lead to a Suplex, but Alexander quickly elbows his way out of it. He lifts his opponent over his shoulder in a Fireman’s Carry, and attempts to lock in his Perfect Chaos Theory finishing hold. But Valo is quick to evade this, squirming and eventually halting his opponent’s attempts with a kick to the chest, knocking Alexander back a couple of steps. Valo rises to his feet and rushes towards his opponent, but walks straight into an Arm Drag Takedown. The momentum lifts Valo back to his feet and he bounces off the ropes. Alexander attempts a Samoan Drop but incredibly despite his heavier body, Valo is able to drop behind Alexander and he attempts to lock in a Rear Naked Choke of his own.

West: Great counter this time by Valo, and he’s trying to lock in Alexander’s own move!
Harris: Come on Valo, teach him a lesson!

Familiar with the move (it being his own), Alexander is able to quickly squirm away from Valo before he’s able to fully execute it, and the duo rise to their feet again. The crowd are really reacting to the submission attempts and the reverses, as the wrestlers grapple again. Alexander again gets the better of his opponent, throwing a knife edge before whipping him at the ropes. Using his weight, Valo reverses the whip and Alexander goes flying. But he’s able to compose himself, and in the meet up back in the middle of the ring uses the momentum to fly Valo at the ropes.

Valo hits the ropes and falls victim to a Drop Toe Hold, and within an instant he sees his chances in the match flash before his eyes. There’s a massive cheer in the crowd as Alexander is able to flip him over and this time fully able to lock in the Perfect Chaos Theory seemingly out of nowhere.

West: Amazing stuff! He’s got it locked in! This must be it for Valo!
Harris: Argh, come on Valo, show you’re no pushover!

Valo never likes to admit pain but Alexander his this hold down to a tee, applying the pressure in appropriate measures so that he doesn’t hurt himself. In the centre of the ring, there’s nowhere that Valo can go and he’s unable to push himself to the ropes, and reluctantly gives up with the tap of his hand to cheers from the crowd.

Paige: Here is your winner….Logan “Chaos Stryke” Alexander!!!

West: There’s the win! Logan Alexander needed that victory after One Night In Hell!

Harris: He sure did and but it was a great match for the neutral. Great occasion for Meltdown, and now we have a NEW #1 Contender to Aubrey’s North American Championship!

Alexander releases the hold upon the submission and throws his arms in the air, pleased with his victory as “Reach for the Stars” plays for the second time tonight. He ignores the cheers of the crowd, rolling out the ring and looking rather pleased with his victory. As he walks up the ramp, Valo slowly picks himself up, looking like it’s not just his back is in pain, but his ego as well, as nobody likes losing to a submission hold.

* COMMERCIAL BREAK *

[T-Marv]

::Amy Zing walks through the hallway after her match. She pull the ribbon from her hair as she walks. She slides her hands through her hair, shaking it out. She stops walking when she is approached by Meltdown backstage interviewer Hannah Storm.::

Hannah Storm: Amy Zing, earlier tonight, Aubrey Jessica Parker mentioned you in her address to the fans. What are your thoughts in regards to the comments she made?

::Amy raises an eyebrow.::

Amy Zing: You are asking my thoughts on Parker?

Hannah Storm: Yes.

Amy Zing: My thoughts on Aubrey Parker is that she is a mean-spirited, unpleasant bitch who simply latches on to people she thinks can take her to the top. She has no integrity, little to no self-respect and I have absolutely no use for her. When I say I would love to kick her head off, I absolutely mean it. I personally cannot stand the woman and have no respect for her as a person or as a competitor.

::There is a definite anger in Amy’s voice as she addresses Parker. Hannah seems surprised by this sudden change in Amy‘s usually nice and pleasant demeanor. Managing to recover, Hannah seems as if she has a follow up question, but Amy holds her hand up.::

Amy: Now if you will excuse me, I have to go.

::Amy walks off.::


The crowd bursts into cheers as 'Kush In The Bamboo' begins to play, Krunk arrives from the back with a wide toothy grin, as the lights go out and neon blue lasers flash throughout the arena.

Harris: Are you ready for our main event, Shane-O?!

West: Germaine ‘Krunk’ Williams and Aubrey J. Parker have been at each others’ throats for over a month. Tonight, they settle it in that ring one-on-one.

Harris: How intense do you think this is gonna be?

West: If you want a hint, just listen to these thousands of fans in the Covelli Center! Aubrey J. Parker said it best this past Halloween-- no gimmicks, no partners, no excuses. We’re about to see two of Meltdown’s finest wrestle their hearts out for one of the newest additions to professional wrestling-- the APW North American Championship.

The neon blue lasers continues to flash as Krunk walks down slapping multiple fans hands until he reaches the ring. The rookie rolls under the bottom rope, climbing the turnbuckle. “The Natural” stands there and awaits for the match to begin.

Harris: I’m not going to come out here and pretend to be Krunk’s numero-uno fan, but this kid really does get better every week. I kind of hope he teaches that little girl a thing or two tonight.

West: “Little girl?” Remember, nobody has been able to pin or submit Aubrey J. Parker since her debut in APW. If Krunk wins that title tonight, then that means he’ll be the first person to defeat Parker in over a year, if my notes are correct.

Harris: Oh, shut up. You don’t even like her!

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 cheers, Aubrey J. Parker makes her way through the smoke, a small smile on her face as exits from the back with the North American Championship securely around her waist. She slaps the outstretched hands of many fans that lean over the barricade for the chance to touch one of the Megastars, but continues to look back over her shoulder as she approaches ringside.

West: Well, where’s Logan Alexander? We hear all about how M&M is this solid unit, but they’re doing their own thing more often than not these days, aren’t they?

Harris: There’s that spite! That’s the Shane West I like to hear during M&M matches! I thought you were getting soft on me.

Parker walks all the way to the side of the ring, hopping up onto the apron, sliding across with one hand gliding across the middle rope and one pressed to her lips before blowing a long and sensual kiss to the audience, earning a series of cheers from many men and women alike. She steps into the ring and removes the North American Title from her waist, holding it high in the air as she smiles out into the audience, and then turns to look at Krunk who has a smirk on his face as the champion enters. The crowd grows louder again, however, and our cameras pan to the ramp where Logan Alexander is making his way down to ringside for the second time of the evening, dressed in his wrestling attire from moments ago, along with a “Chaos Stryke” t-shirt.

Harris: Well, here’s Logan Alexander, folks. I wouldn’t call that a ‘traditional’ team entrance.

West: Nor would I.

Logan smiles up at Parker as he moves past ringside, and gives Krunk a condescending smirk. He makes his way to the announce table and situates himself next to Dick Harris, who scoots over to make room.

Harris: Hey, Logan! Shane! Introduce our guest to the folks at home! Shake his hand!

West: Ladies and gentlemen, we’ve been joined here by the other half of M&M, Logan Alexander. Welcome to the commentary table, Logan.

Logan: Well, it’s a pleasure to be here. Don’t mind me though. You do your job and I’ll chime in on occasion.

Nicky Paige stands in the center of the ring to announce tonight’s competitors.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is our MAAAAIN EVENT, scheduled for one fall and it is for the Action Packed Wrestling North American CHAMMMMMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from Shoreline, Washington and weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds, Germaine ’Krunk’ WILLLIIAAAAAMS!

Krunk pushes himself up onto the turnbuckles and raises both fists into the air, still glaring across the ring at Aubrey J. Parker as the fans roar.

Paige: ...And his opponent, hailing from Pleasanton, California, weighing in at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds, she is the NEEEWWWW APW North American Champion, Aubrey J. PAAARRRKKERRR!

The crowd roars just slightly louder for the new North American Champion. She raises the belt high above her head with both hands, smiling deviously at Krunk from her corner. After a few seconds, she hands her belt to the referee who shows the belt to each side of the audience before handing it to Nicky Paige, who has just moved to ringside. The referee performs a physical check on each competitor’s person.

Harris: Logan, he’s groping your tag team partner!

West: After what Parker did to Krunk in the cage match a few weeks ago, I think she’ll be getting frisked before every match...

LA: Everyone’s a critic. What she did in the cage match was legal. Why penalize someone for being smart when they aren’t breaking the rules?

Harris: That’s a good point.

West: And there’s the bell!

Main Event
North American Championship Match
Germaine “Krunk” Williams vs Aubrey J. Parker ©

Parker and Krunk both shoot Logan a glance from their corners. Parker looks concerned, or perhaps confused while Krunk simply looks irritated. Logan waves at them. Krunk takes his eyes off of him first though and charges Aubrey for a Clothesline. Aubrey ducks just in the knick of time and shoots off the ropes catching Krunk with a Flying Forearm! Both competitors get up quickly and Parker delivers a boot to his midsection followed by an elbow to the temple. Krunk stumbles back into the turnbuckle corner, and Parker hits him with another boot to the midsection, followed by a roundhouse to the temple! Krunk slumps against the corner in a daze while Parker makes her way to the center of the ring before pivoting and charging Krunk, going for a Shining Wizard to him in the corner!

West: Shining Wizard!

Harris: No-- Krunk blocked it!

Krunk catches Aubrey’s leg before it connects with his jaw, and uses all of his strength to force her overhead and over the top rope. Aubrey falls to the outside, but grabs onto the middle rope instead of hitting the ground. She drops down onto the apron while Krunk catches his breath in the center of the ring.

West: Krunk doesn’t realize that he didn’t take Parker out!

LA: Common mistake there.

As Krunk begins to turn around, Parker leaps onto the top rope from the apron and nails a Springboard Leg Lariat! Krunk hits the mat roughly and Parker goes for the pin.

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Harris: Close call there for Krunk!

West: And now both competitors are back to their feet, and Aubrey goes right back into the strike-based offense. Not as much mat-based wrestling from the North American Champion tonight.

Parker has Krunk reeling again after two hard kicks to the sternum and a forearm to the nose. She hops onto his shoulders for a Frankensteiner, but Krunk drives himself forward, catching Parker with a modified Powerbomb before she can complete the move! He stacks himself on top of her.

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West: And now Parker’s the one that had a close call!

Krunk is faster than AJP getting to his feet on this exchange. He waits for her to climb up and then nails a quick Running Swinging Neckbreaker. Parker contorts as she hits the mat, causing the crowd to groan in sympathy. Krunk shows less regard for her and yanks her to her feet by her arm and drops her down across his knee for an Inverted Backbreaker, but pivots to spin in front of her and drop her down across his knee again, this time, for a Gutbuster! Parker cries out in pain and drops to the mat. Krunk makes the pin.

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AJP kicks out and sits up, her arms crossed in front of her to soothe her aching midsection but Krunk doesn’t allow her much time to recuperate. He lifts her up for a Vertical Suplex, but Parker manages to drop down behind him. She hits a Spinning Heel Kick to the back of Krunk’s neck! Krunk goes down and Parker rebounds off the ropes, but Krunk is already back up and nails a Side Effect to the oncoming Parker! She clutches her ribs again and rolls onto her stomach. Krunk lifts her up in a Rear Waist-Lock and tries to hit a German Suplex, but Parker wraps her legs around his waist to avoid it. Krunk stumbles a bit, but takes advantage of her positioning and nails a Wheelbarrow Facebuster! The crowd groans again in sympathy for Parker, though they cheer as Krunk rolls her over in a unique pin once again, using his legs to pin her shoulders to the mat.

Harris: This might be it!

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LA: Don’t count her out just yet. We haven’t even hit crunch time.

Harris: Parker’s looking a little fragile without you out there, Logan.

LA: When you’re giving up ninety pounds, the other person tends to make you look that way. Krunk’s using his comparative size and power to his advantage.

Parker is hurting, but manages to roll toward the ropes before Krunk gets back to his feet. The referee checks on Parker and motions for Krunk to stay back. He obliges, and after a few seconds, Parker motions for the referee to move and allow her to compete. She walks away from the ropes and Krunk runs at her, immediately nailing the Shining Wizard that Parker missed earlier! Parker drops to the mat and Krunk lands on top of her, in perfect position for the pin.

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Harris: That was a nasty shot! I’m surprised Parker kicked out.

West: She’s resilient... But Krunk’s had enough and he brought Parker back to the middle of the ring. I can only imagine he’s got something big in mind.

Krunk measures the distance between himself, Parker, and the ropes and then runs at them to hit a Springboard Corkscrew Moonsault-- but finds nobody home as Parker rolls out of the way. Krunk groans in pain but is still up to his feet seconds before Aubrey. He walks over to her, but she charges him and hits a Tornado DDT! Both of them lie in pain on the mat, with Aubrey being the first to begin stirring.

West: And things are starting to look better for the champion!

LA: Krunk made another mistake. He hasn’t learned that you can’t be reckless against Aubrey.

Aubrey seems to be unsure of what to do as Krunk gets up, but she answers her own question shortly by charging forward and hitting a low Dropkick to his right knee! Krunk immediately hollers out in pain and falls face-first to the canvas. Parker stands up and reaches for his leg, but Krunk rolls onto his back and uses both feet to kick her away. Parker bounces into the ropes and walks into a knee to the gut by Krunk, who then tries to position her for a Suplex-- but Parker grapevines Krunk’s right leg and eventually forces him face-first to the mat again, this time locking in the Japanese Leg Bar known as Sugar & Spice! Johnstown roars as they realize Krunk is caught in the submission and Krunk cries out in pain again.

Harris: Sugar & Spice! Krunk might have to tap out! Aubrey vowed she was gonna break his leg this week!

Krunk is caught in the middle of the ring and the referee gets low to ask if he wants to submit. He shouts “NO!” and crawls across the ring toward the ropes, reaching out desperately, but falling inches short every time.

West: He’s so close. Krunk is literally a finger’s length away from that rope!

Harris: He’s got the rope!

To the delight of many in the Covelli Center, Krunk grabs the bottom rope after nearly a half-minute of struggle. Aubrey J. Parker releases the hold and climbs to her feet. Krunk has a bit more difficult of a time getting to his. He tries to meet her in the middle of the ring with a Discus Clothesline, but Parker hits him with a stomp to his thigh-- as if testing her handiwork. Krunk drops down to his knees and Parker nails a Snap DDT! As Krunk returns to his feet, Parker kicks him in the gut and nails a Snap Suplex, earning a pop for her brief display of strength! Once more, Krunk is up to his feet, and Parker completes the trifecta with a Russian Leg Sweep, but she maintains a grapevine on Krunk’s right leg, and twists it in another Leg Bar!

West: And Parker has Krunk right back in the Sugar & Spice!

The crowd roars again and Krunk looks to be completely at a loss. He cries out as he’s locked in the Sugar & Spice Leg Bar again, but is able to make it to the ropes in about six seconds this time-- however, this time, Aubrey isn’t so quick to let go. The referee has to administer his five-count, which AJP breaks at three.

Harris: Haha, looks like Parker’s bending the rules a little bit! The gloves are off. Something else out of the Logan Alexander handbook?

LA: Nope. I’d have held to a four on both attempts. If you don’t like someone... why cut them a break when you don’t have to?

Parker and the referee argue for a few seconds, with Parker ending it by putting her hand in the referee’s face. She walks toward Krunk-- but he dives past her, hooking her thigh and folding her up for a Schoolboy Rollup! The referee immediately drops down into position for the count.

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Harris: I thought we had a new champion!

West: So many near-misses for both Parker and Krunk tonight!

LA: They’ve both lost their composure at times and that’s put each of them in bad spots.

Parker and Krunk are both up to their feet in seconds and Aubrey runs at Krunk, only to be taken down with a Clothesline! The back of her head hits the canvas hard and Krunk beats her to his feet. He performs a Half Nelson Suplex. They both return to their feet, and then Krunk nails a Wrist Clutch Half Nelson Suplex! Parker lies still on the mat this time and Krunk stands up, signaling for the end. He exits the ring to the apron and then ascends to the top turnbuckle.

Harris: Ahhh, I think Krunk’s looking for Ambition! Get in there and stop him, Logan!

Krunk perches on the top turnbuckle, but Aubrey rolls onto her side and sees this-- and groggily pushes herself to her feet running over to the turnbuckle to yank his right leg. Predictably, Krunk loses balance on his bad leg and falls to a seated position on the turnbuckles. Parker uses the middle rope as a springboard to hit Krunk with a high axe kick! Krunk slumps back on the top rope and Parker falls to the mat after the kick, but climbs back up again. She seems to be prepared to position Krunk for a Super Frankensteiner, but Krunk catches her! He holds Parker upside-down from the top rope for a moment.

West: Dangerous predicament for Aubrey Parker here.

Parker uses her upper-body strength to swing herself back up. She hammers at Krunk’s head to get him to release her, but he simply shifts her into a Fireman’s Carry position and stands up on the top rope again... However, Aubrey begins driving elbows into his temple and Krunk’s legs begin to buckle.

West: Krunk needs to get off that rope! Now they’re both in danger!

Harris: He’s not gonna be able to stand on that leg for much longer!

Logan: He’s too stubborn to just let her go, so that he can save himself...

Krunk seems prepared to hit a Super Rolling Fireman’s Carry Slam, but Parker swings herself off of her shoulders, and Krunk’s right leg finally gives out! He and Parker spill from the top turnbuckle! Parker hits the apron and then the ground on the outside, while Krunk falls onto the top rope but then bounces off all the way to the floor! The crowd is on their feet, roaring different obscenities and chants. We briefly pan to the announce table where Logan Alexander and Shane West each give the action a horrified, concerned gaze.

Harris: I told you! Oh man! Krunk’s down! Parker’s down! They might be dead!

The referee exits the ring to check on both of the competitors. Parker is writhing in agony, clutching her ribs, but Krunk seems to be out cold.

West: This match could very well be over right here, for both of these young Megastars. I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen a fall like that happen right in front of our eyes-- it didn’t look good for either of them.

LA: Really? You think falling to the floor from the top rope ever looks good?

Harris: Logan, that fine piece of eye-candy you call a partner is hurt! Go do something-- for our sakes!

LA: No... This match isn’t over... I can’t get involved.

While the referee is checking on Krunk, who is finally stirring, Aubrey J. Parker uses the ring apron to pull herself up to her feet, although shakily. By the time she’s up, Krunk has gotten up to a seated position with his back to the steel steps. Aubrey walks around the ring, catches sight of him-- and charges at him, hitting a Dropkick to his chest that sends the back of Krunk’s head and neck into the steel steps. The referee gets back in the ring and starts his ten count. Aubrey uses all of her strength to pull Krunk’s deadweight up and tries to swing him into the ring under the bottom rope, but Krunk blocks it with a knee to the gut. He grabs Parker by the hair and swings her back-first into the steel steps. Parker groans in pain and clutches her ribs again, while Krunk slides into the ring at the ref’s count of three. Krunk uses the referee up until the seven count to catch his breath and then rolls out of the ring to get Parker and slide her back into the ring.

West: Wise move by Krunk. He can win the match by countout, but he can’t win the title that way.

Harris: And he caught himself a breather!

West: Yeah, but did he give the champ, Parker too much time to recover as well?

Krunk goes for a cover on Parker, but only gets a one-count. He shakes his head and pulls her to her feet, but Parker swats his hands away and immediately nails a Corkscrew Neckbreaker! Krunk lands headfirst on the mat and rolls onto his back. Parker hooks both of his legs for the pin while the crowd goes insane!

West: Out of nowhere!

Harris: What impact! Goodnight, Krunk!

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West: And Krunk is just barely able to get out of that.

Harris: Logan, do you think Parker would’ve put this match away by now if you weren’t out here like a scary high school teacher, breathing down her neck, passing judgment?

LA: She hasn’t been distracted by my presence since the match started. And she’d hear my judgment, once she asked for it anyway, whether I was out here or not.

Parker finally looks discouraged. She drops down to a knee in the center of the ring and motions for Krunk to get up. Her eyes are locked in his leg as he does so... And Parker dives for it, trying to capture Krunk’s leg in a grapevine, but he brings his good leg around and drives his knee into Parker’s temple!

Harris: Ouch. That’ll put even a super-heavyweight down.

Logan: But he’s not covering her. Yet another mistake.

Parker hits the ground and Krunk drops, favoring his right leg... But soon, he rolls out to the apron and ascends to the top turnbuckle, fighting through the shooting pain. He points toward Parker and the crowd goes wild as Krunk leaps off for the Corkscrew Senton Bomb-- AMBITION! He connects across the stirring Parker’s ribs! Both competitors lie side by side for a few seconds before Krunk is able to roll on top of her and hook the near leg.

Harris: HE HITS IT! HE HITS IT! AMBITION!

West: Picture-perfect!

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The entire arena explodes into thunderous mixed reaction as the champion is able to kick out.

West: Parker just saved her title by a millisecond! She just kicked out of Ambition! Has that been done before?!

Harris: Ohohoho, things have just been turned up a notch!

LA: And what does Krunk do now? Anyone know where the nearest golf cart is parked?

Krunk buries his face in his hands, on his knees in the center of the ring. He looks at the referee in complete dismay, but finally turns his attention back to AJP as she starts to get up. He levels her with a Discus Clothesline to buy himself time. He beckons her to her feet and then locks her in a three-quarters facelock, going toward the ropes for the Shiranui he calls Germicide-- but Parker reverses it into a half-turned Back Suplex! Krunk lands on the back of his neck and shoulders but keeps a hold around Parker’s neck! She tries to climb up, but he does his best to keep her grounded and twist her into a rough-looking side headlock. She waits on her knees for Krunk to either loosen the hold or force her to her feet. He chooses the latter option and starts to run her toward the ropes, but Parker drives her forearm into her back, causing him to go stiff and then halt in his tracks. He loosens his grip on Parker and she wrenches herself free of his hold. She hits a running One-Handed Bulldog! When Krunk gets up, Parker hits the ropes and leaps off with a Springboard Headscissors Takedown!

West: And there’s that athleticism of Aubrey J. Parker! Krunk’s disoriented!

Krunk starts to get up, then Parker gets up as well and sprints at him, leaping up and nailing that leaping, snap Reverse STO-- the Makeunder!

LA: This could be number four.

West: The Makeunder! And the pin!

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West: And now Krunk kicks out of Parker’s finishing maneuver! The North American Title means everything to these two tonight in the first episode of the ‘NEW’ Meltdown under the Duvall regime!

Harris: But how?! How are these two still going?!

Parker holds her chest, taking deep breaths as she leans against the ropes, waiting for Krunk to get up. She is speaking quietly to herself, finally just as frustrated as Krunk had been earlier. Krunk slowly gets up and Parker pulls herself up as well. She runs at Krunk, going for another Makeunder, but Krunk blocks it! He slams Aubrey down with a Sidewalk Slam and then gets to his feet again, positioning her for another Germicide! Krunk runs for the ropes, but Parker counters it into a Drop Toehold! Krunk cries out in pain and hits the mat and Parker tries to lock in the Sugar & Spice Leg Bar again, but Krunk rolls through and kicks Parker off of him!

Harris: He squirms out! I think if Parker gets that hold on Krunk again, he’s gonna have no choice but to tap. His leg has got to be killing him.

West: But he’s countering everything Parker throws at him! It’s like he’s been taking a page out of your book, Logan.

LA: Hardly. They’ve just faced each other way too much as of late. She just needs to change tracks for a moment.

Both competitors get to their feet, and Parker rushes Krunk again, hitting a clean Makeunder!

West: Another Makeunder!

Instead of going for the pin, Parker hold’s Krunk’s position and locks him in the Koji Clutch! The crowd roars at the maneuver and Krunk contorts his body in every which way on the mat, trying to get toward the ropes, but Parker keeps him firmly planted in the Koji Clutch in the middle. After a few seconds, Krunk stops struggling and ultimatey has no choice but to submit.

The referee calls for the bell and Parker releases her grip. Both competitors lie on the mat in exhaustion.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner as a result of a submission and STILL the APW North American Champion... AUBREY J. PARKER!

Harris: Finally!

West: Krunk has nothing to be ashamed of! That was a hell of a match, and there were several times where everybody in this arena believed that Parker was about to have the shortest North American Title reign in APW history!

Harris: Logan! What are your thoughts?!

LA: That was an excellent match and the champion deserved the win. Now, I’m going to go give her a hand.

And with that, Logan removes his headset and gets up from the announce table, making his way over to Nicky Paige to grab the North American Title, climb up the slightly misplaced steel steps, and enter the ring. He looks at the title belt as he enters the ring, hesitating only for a moment before making his way over to Aubrey and reaching down to help her up to her feet. Once she’s on her feet, he hands her the title. He then backs up, smiling and clapping for her.

West: An excellent show of comradery on Logan's part!

Harris: Damn. I was hoping for a Stryke Force. Maybe a Super Kick... Classic backstabbing, you know?

West: You're ridiculous.

Krunk slowly gets to his feet and Logan glances at him, then moves out of the way. Aubrey's music dies down and the two stand, engaged in a silent staredown for a few moments.

West: Things have the potential to get very explosive here.

For what seems like half a minute, the North American Champion and the former number one contender glare at one another before Aubrey steps forward and extends her hand. Youngstown cheers at the gesture and for a few seconds, Krunk continues to stare at her--

But he accepts her handshake and lifts her arm in the air while the Ohio audience roars in approval. Logan applauds from the corner and Parker's music hits again. Eventually, M&M exit the ring and depart up the ramthe backp to , with Parker holding the North American Title up high above her head. An "M&M" chant has developed until the duo leaves-- until Krunk is left in the ring.

He receives a standing ovation for his efforts and smiles, applauding for the audience briefly, and mouthing a "thank-you" before "Kush in the Bamboo" hits the PA system and he rolls out of the ring.

Harris: We live in 2012, where even second-place can earn some respect. Somehow.

West: Tune in next week where we come to you live with the cross-brand showdown match as chosen by the fans! Last time it was Michael Callahan going toe-to-toe with Terry Marvin. Who will it be this year?! It's up to you guys. What's next for our North American Champion? What's next for Krunk? Meltdown! Live, next Monday night...

Krunk makes his way up the ramp, slapping hands with fans at ringside as our show fades from the air.