Overdrive - Washington, D.C. (11/8/12)

[Johnny Rebel]

Pyro blasts through the stage as the camera pans across the arena, highlighting the various signs which include, "Goeren makes my unterwäsche wet!" and "Level-One is Mitt Romney." The camera cuts to Johnny Chase and Darren Harvey at the commentating table.

Harvey: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to this Washington DC edition of Thursday Night Overdrive! As always, I'm Harvey!

Chase: And I'm Chase!

Harvey: The results of the recent Presidential election may be filling the DC airwaves, but we're about to give them something new to talk about! One Night in Hell was certainly one of the most violent, impactful events in APW history...but we don't intend on slowing down anytime soon! Tonight, we're going to see Shadow return to Overdrive as he takes on the always controversial Kurt Noble!

Chase: But because we actually want to give you a match you want to see, tonight will see Envikado taking on Mark Mania and Nick Watson!

Harvey: But because APW's tag team action is always fierce, we'll see Level-One and John Dionysus team up to take on CJ Gates and Biggs in what's sure to be one wild contest!

Chase: Speaking of wild...OUR Undisputed Champion will continue to display his dominance when he takes on AC Smith!

Harvey: I wouldn't count out AC Smith! Finally, we'll end the night with a fantastic contest, as Chris Hart takes on Azrael Goeren in the latter's first ever match in APW!

Chase: Let's shut up, and get right to it-

Get up, get down, lose that sound …
Drop the Bass!

The lights in the arena dim down as the melodic saxophone of ‘Cinema’ hit’s the now dark arena. The jumbo-tron bursts to life as the electronic beat begins in the background with clips of Chris Hart wrestling and two girls gyrating on the miniature screen as Chris Hart emerges from the back with pink laser lights flashing all around the arena, his half of the tag team title belt over his shoulder.

Harvey: Ladies and gentleman we were shocked at One Night in Hell as Chris Hart eliminated Kurt Noble inside of the Elimination Chamber.

Chase: I think everyone was more shocked that he’d commit career suicide. He is nothing without Kurt Noble.

Harvey: I wouldn’t go that far Johnny. It was a gusty performance by Chris Hart and you can’t forget he did something that no one else has been able to do over the past two months and that’s stop the rampaging Kurt Noble.

Chase: Yes, and for his troubles he got eliminated by Terry Marvin. He’s as dumb as everyone didn’t write me in on Tuesday!

The pulsing beat and laser lights show continue as he walks down to the ring gingerly, a noticeable hitch in his step from the beatings he’s suffered over the past three months. Entering the ring Chris takes the microphone from Tony Ferrari as he stares around at the cheering crowd, slowly waiting for the cheers to die down, as ‘Cinema’ fades away.

Hart: I’d love to come out here and talk about One Night in Hell. I’d love to talk about being the first one in to the match and lasting as long as I did. I love to talk about surviving Level-One’s brutal assault in the casket match. I’d love to stand in this ring and demand a match against Terry Marvin for the Undisputed Championship because after everything I’ve been through over the past three months, after the people I’ve faced, the matches I’ve had … even in defeat, that I’ve proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that I deserve my opportunity to face Terry Marvin one on one.

But that’s simply not the case because of what happened at One Night in Hell. For the past two weeks I’ve been asked the same question over and over, why? Why did I go after Kurt Noble? Why did I choose to focus on him instead of Biggs or C.J. Gates? Why would I potentially sacrifice Noble-Hart for a shot at the Undisputed Championship. The answer, I didn’t.

For the past three months each of you have watched Kurt Noble slowly delve into what he’s become; where none of you are able to recognize him for what he truly is. He savagely assaulted his own wife with a steel chair, he had a visible psychotic break in the middle of the ring, he was, to put it simply, a loose cannon. Someone needed to stop him and that someone was me.

I didn’t do this for personal gain, I didn’t do this for a chance at the Undisputed Championship. I did it to save Kurt Noble. I did it so that he might realize what he’s become, what his pursuit of the Undisputed Championship has caused him to become. Everything he’s done, was to protect Action Packed Wrestling, to protect each and every single one of you. It was time for someone to protect Kurt Noble.

Now Kurt, I know you’re back their watching this. I don’t know what you’re thinking at the moment but I want you to come out here and look me in the eye. I want you to realize that despite what that bitch Kylie is telling you, what a few of these people would have you believe, that I did it for you. You need to come out here and look at the people that you used to fight for, that believed … no, believe, that you can do anything, and allow them to realize that this manic Kurt Noble is finished, and that the former Undisputed Champion, the Experts Tournament Finalist, the man who was the leader of Action Packed Wrestling is back and ready to take the world by storm once more.

Hart pauses as he faces the stage, as an incredibly mixed reaction fills the halls.

Harvey: Chase, it’s difficult for me, and I’m sure others watching at home to tell if this crowd loves, or despises Kurt Noble after everything that’s gone on.

Chase: Maybe it’s because no one knows what that loose cannon will do once he gets out! My money’s on beating Chris Hart’s face in – care to wager a fiver?

Harvey: I’m not betting on the friendship between these two men being destroyed here tonight!

Hart continues to wait, as two sets of chants fill the air…

“NOBLE!”

“SUCKS!”

“NOBLE!”

“SUCKS!”

Hart: Look Kurt, things are never going to heal unless you come out here, and we talk about everything that’s happened. If you can’t do it for me, or them, or even yourself…so it for Amy. She needs-

Suddenly, “Earthquake” blasts through the speakers, boosting the volume of both sets of chants! Hart remains stone-faced as out walks Noble, his eyes hidden through sunglasses, and his expression blank as he stares down to the ring. He adjusts his wrestling gloves as he limps down to the ring, ignoring everyone around him…except Hart.

Harvey: I’m sure we’d all like to know what’s going on with Kurt after all the meltdowns he’s experienced in the last month. I, for one, expected Kurt Noble to rip that chamber apart, and I do mean literally…but Noble’s own best friend made sure that didn’t happen. I’d be nervous if I were Chris Hart….

Chase: Ten bucks? Ten bucks says Chris Hart doesn’t walk out of that ring?

Noble slowly trudges up the stairs, bringing the tag team partners face to face once again. Noble just stands before Hart, before being handed a microphone. Seconds, a near minute passes before Noble raises the microphone.

Noble: I’m sorry…are you telling me what I need Chris? I thought I knew perfectly well what I needed…and then it one fell swoop, in one three-count, it was ripped from my fingers after *months* of work. I’m standing around, trying to make sense of why…and all I’ve got is you Chris. So…I’ll ask you: Why?

Hart: That belt, and everything it brought…that was destroying you. I’ve learned one thing after everything we’ve been through: The fame, the fortunes, the glory, all that comes and goes; if you cast away your family, you might never get them back. You won Amy back once, and you can do it again, but you need to focus on her, not it. You weren’t listening to anyone else Kurt; I had to find a way to get through to you…and a kick to the head worked as well as anything. It may have cost you the title, but it freed you from this never-ending chase. Someone had to protect Kurt Noble from Kurt Noble.

Noble continues to stone-face Hart, his face devoid of any emotion.

Noble: You know Chris…this little idea popped into my head about half an hour after I was eliminated from the Chamber. I figured the first thing I would do when I saw you is congratulate you, shake your hand…and beat your Goddamn skull in...

“BOOOOOOOOO!”

Noble: But...then I remembered something: You’re my tag team partner. You’ve always had my back, through everything. In this whole ordeal, I may have threatened you…but I never stopped trusting. I’m angry Chris…but I respect that you did what you did. I don’t fully understand it yet, but if you’re asking me to trust you, I do…because that’s what tag team partners do.

Noble extends his hand as the crowd cheers!

Chase: HUH?!?

Harvey: It looks like that kick really knocked some sense into the former Undisputed Champion!

Hart stares at it, grins…and accepts his partner’s hand! Noble finally cracks a small grin as he raises the microphone.

Noble: I’m going to fix the messes I’ve caused Chris…and I’ll make everything right; I promise. But now, I need you to trust me. Let me handle things from here, with Shadow, with Terry, and with everyone else in my sight. Don’t worry…you can believe in me.

Hart: That’s what I like to hear.

The two best friends break apart as the crowd cheers! Hart raises Noble’s hand in victory!

Harvey: I for one am glad to see APW’s #1 tag team reunited after everything these two men have been through!

Chase: It makes me freaking sick!

Suddenly, “Trip the Darkness” plays through the speakers. Noble pats Chris on the back, and mouths “I’ve got this.”

Harvey: There’s never much time for rest here in Action Packed Wrestling, and it’s time to start the action packed part of the night!

Chase: Good…all that bromance was making me SICK!

Harvey: We'll be right back after this commercial break!

Chase: Hold your horses, Darren... I'm getting word that we have a video feed featuring Level-One up next! I've been waiting all week long for this! Then we'll see Old Hobbled Leg against Nobody cares-ville!

Chase and Harvey disappear from the camera as we come back to these words printed on our screen:

Date: 1999

We fade into a first person perspective. The sound of heavy breathing and children's laughter can be heard clearly over the video tape recording. Three boys no older then fifteen come into the camera view as one of them steps forward.

''You're a loser!'' He mocked. ''Nobody even cares about you!''

Without much thought the boy clenches his fist and launches a right hand into the lens of the camera - the view becomes extremely shaky as the person behind it falls to the ground. The boy smiled as he leaned down to one knee with his friends standing on guard behind him.

''You want to be a wrestler?'' The boy mocked with laughter. ''Let's see you wrestle your way out of this one, les...''

A scream is heard as the boy thrusts his foot forward making contact with the person behind it. This blow sends the first person camera view downwards for what felt like a six feet drop. The camera view thereby zooming away from the perpetrators faces. The camera remains upright and focused from afar while the boys retrieve shovels and carve it into the earths soil. They scoop up dirt and send it down below right onto the camera lens until it's perspective is covered in it's entirety.

''They tried to bury me alive that day and I'm the witness to their success. I've been dead ever since.''

Date: 2012

The view is pitch black until the sound of a zipper sings freedom and the light drips in. A large hand reaches down and grabs the lens of the camera before he props it up in front of his face - he smiles as he's joined by two faces of symmetrical beauty on either side.

Level-One: Why hello there, APWnation!? I'm Level-One. Your favorite four time APW Undisputed Champion, two time expert and future APW hall of famer! And tonight, I'm here delivering all you undeserving fans a back stage exclusive! As you all may or may not know, I have my own television show airing during prime time television on Tuesdays and Wednesday nights but I know better than anyone - that you can NEVER get enough Level-One. I am RATINGS!

The LeWinter sisters both nod their heads along acknowledging the fact.

Level-One: You see when your NOT as great as me, it's totally understandable that you want to do everything in your power to BE me. Unfortunately, you can't - though, you can try! Imagine seeing everything through my eyes like I do on any given day? Imagine looking into the eyes which serves as windows into the empty souls of my opponents and seeing what I see? The fear. The weakness. i can see uncertainty of their own ill feeble abilities! And for the first time EVER you get to experience all this and more!''

He grins as he stands up to his feet and wraps an arm around Kia LeWinter while Violet clings onto his shoulder.

Level-One: Let's take a walk, shall we? I'm sure for most of you watching right now this is the closest you've been to a girl in a long time, if ever. I'm sure for most of you watching this angle of my life - it is going to make yours feel inferior and perhaps even useless but I don't care because I don't get paid to care! And I can say all this because I know love me or hate me and you probably DO hate me, your going to watch it anyways. Do you know why?

I am the APW UNIVERSE to these APW Mega Stars!''

He laughs and flips the camera forward. We see him open up the locker room door. With control of the camera he scans the hallways which are empty for the most part. However, a stage hand eventually comes walking towards the camera and he thrusts forward scaring the stage hand into tripping over his own feet and falling to the floor.

Kia: Ugh, how pathetic.

The Sindicate continues on down the hall. The first person camera view has a young lady by a concession stand in sight and the camera begins to zoom in on her lower half.

Level-One: Oh, oh, oh... there it IS! Shamwow! In Hollywood, I think they call that the MONEY SHOT! Sweet Jeebus! Baby you can call this an intervention because I think I am addicted to that buttcrack!

The LeWinter sisters roll their eyes out of sight while Level-One continues to exercise his 20/20 vision through the camera lens. However, this view is quickly obstructed as a hand lifts the camera lens up into the view of a familiar face. The crowd watching inside the arena immediately pop.

C.J. Gates: So this is what the four time Undisputed champion and future APW hall of famer does in preparation for a match.

Level-One: I hope you know that you've just become the MOST hated man in AMERICA obstructing OUR view like this!

Gates smiles into the camera and shakes his head.

C.J. Gates: It's a tall task to take that kind of honor away from you. And I can say that confidentially after what you tried to do to me inside of the Elimination Chamber. I can get over being thrown around and cut up, it's the fact that you tried to kill me that sticks in my mind and I just can't seem to get rid of it.

By now the young lady at the concession stand has disappeared down the hall.

C.J. Gates: But that's the bonus of having a match two weeks after. It gives me a chance to take out some anger on you. It allows me a chance to get revenge for almost having my neck broken, to help shake this nagging memory loose. And it's a chance to go up against one of the best and come out on top.

Gates smirks and shrugs.

C.J. Gates: And who knows, maybe I can also show that your best days are behind you.

Gates flashes a smile at the camera and tips his cowboy hat before turning and walking back down the hall. In a split second the camera sways back and forth and Level-One comes charging from behind looking to sucker punch CJ Gates but he quickly snaps around and stops Level-One his tracks with a smile.

CJ Gates: Oh, and I almost forgot. Good luck out there tonight.

A confused Level-One spins around and points the camera at the LeWinter sisters.

Level-One: Goodluck!? Did he just wish me Goodluck!? I don't need luck! Violet, call every gossip magazine you know right this second and tell them I'm not happy and one tweet away from wreaking havoc on backstage catering!

The LeWinter sisters cross their arms and roll their eyes. In a fit, he removes the battery from the camera and the live television feed shuts off and Overdrive heads to a commercial break.

[Johnny Rebel]

Our scene opens up to reveal the former Overdrive Champion, the formerly rabid BOSS Delikado pacing around outside of a-- for lack of a better term-- fancy looking door, distinguishing it from all of the other locker rooms in the arena. Delikado's figure masks the name on the door, but soon it's angrily thrust open and Evan Envi emerges to a loud mixed reaction from our D.C. audience.

Delikado: Well? What did he want us in there for? What good reason could he POSSIBLY HAVE for interrupting ENVIKADO bonding time? Huh?!

Evan: He... He...

Delikado: He what?! Tell me, you!

Evan gives him a pained look.

Evan: Our match... Has been moved up to a bit earlier in the night.

Delikado: ...How much earlier?

Evan: Well--

The door opens agaiin and the crowd cheers as Johnny Diamond steps into frame, smirking at the team, Envikado.

Diamond: Delikado, nice to see you.

Delikado: Explain yourself!

Evan: Uuuugghhh...

Diamond: I heard that you guys wanted to get the jump on Nick... Get the jump on Mark... So I decided I'd nix that idea for you, since I'm certain two men of your intelligence realized how stupid it was-- and I decided that your match would be coming up in just a few moments. You're prepared, right?

Evan: Uuuugghhuhuhuhuhuh...

Diamond: Fantastic. Good luck, champs! Or-- whatever you'd like to be called now.

Diamond steps back into his office with a smile and closes the door. Evan buries his face in his hands and groans while Delikado scowls at the door.

Chase: I guess Evan isn't going to like his second run under the Diamond regime... What a shame. Envikado! Wahh...

Paige: The following match-up is a singles match, scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, weighing in at 240 pounds, and hailing from Calgary, Alberta, Canada…he is one-half of the APW Tag Team Champions…Kurt Noble!

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

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

Paige: And his opponent, hailing from Denton, and weighing in at 299 pounds…Shadow!

Harvey: It’s been quite few months since we’ve seen Shadow, but Overdrive always welcomes back a Hall of Famer to the ring. Shadow’s made a killing on Meltdown as of late, so this match-up is definitely one that’ll set the tone for the night!

Chase: Seriously, I hope Shadow stomps Noble; he was becoming so epic, and then THAT happened! I felt like I was watching the Sopranos Finale, and everything just-

Kurt Noble vs. Shadow

Both men begin to circle as the bell rings, but Shadow wastes no time aggressively moving in towards the tag team Champion! Noble meets him in a tug of war, but the much stronger man easily pushes Noble into a corner! However, Noble spins, pitting Shadow’s back against the corner at the last moment. Noble reaches in as if he’s going for Shadow’s throat…but quickly moves back as if he’s unsure of what to do! He regains his focus only second before being slammed with a big clothesline!

Harvey: That was…awkward. Noble reversed Shadow’s momentum, but looked like he wanted to choke him…and then backed off!

Chase: Maybe that kick did kill his few remaining brain cells…

Shadow lifts up Noble and locks him as headlock, forcing him to try and squirm out of the big man’s grip. Noble backs him up against the ropes, and both men bounce off them. Shadow rebounds off the opposite ropes, taking down Noble with a big shoulder-thrust! Shadow massages his shoulder as Noble grasps his forearm…and Shadow goes for an elbow drop! Noble rolls out of the way, and runs against the ropes as Shadow gets up…only for Shadow to grab him by the throat! However, Noble fights out of the near Chokeslam by kneeing Shadow in the gut, and then dropping him with a quick DDT! Noble rolls away, just staring at Shadow, stalling as his eyes flicker around the room

Harvey: I think I’ve figured out what’s going on in Noble’s head. He can’t use that extremely aggressive offense we’ve seen him use against Nick Watson and CJ Gates recently; he’s got to tone it down if he wants to keep his head. Unfortunately, mid-match is a bad time to figure that out!

Chase: Quick, someone get a woman out here! It’ll enrage him!

Noble waits until Shadow is up, and begins to go on a small chop-barrage, backing Shadow up against the ropes. He tries to Irish Whip Shadow, but the big man pulls Noble back, and drills him with one hell of a spinebuster! Noble cringes in pain as Shadow lifts him up, and drops him with a powerslam in the middle of the ring! He pins Noble…

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Kickout by Kurt Noble!

Harvey: Noble’s slow reactions aren’t helping him against the power-striking offense of Shadow, one that saw him dismantle half of Meltdown with a fair bit of grace, if I might say so myself.

Chase: Basically, ladies and gents, he beats people’s faces in…

Shadow lifts up a rather groggy Noble, and lays into him with a few well-crafted shots, throwing Noble off his balance. He grabs Noble, and Irish Whips him, but Noble ducks under a big boot, rebounds…and gets caught in a tight grip by Shadow! Suddenly, Noble spins, and using his entire weight, flings Shadow with a belly to belly suplex! Noble grasps his back in pain as Shadow blinks the stars from his eyes. Noble then stands up, looks down at Shadow, and raises his foot to stomp on his face…but pauses once again! Noble shakes his head as the boos begin to poor in!

Shadow takes the time to pull himself up, and when Noble turns, he narrowly ducks a clothesline! Shadow stumbles against the ropes, and Noble tries to grab him, but gets tossed over! Noble barely holds onto the ropes, trying to catch his feet on the apron…before getting Spartan kicked to the floor! One fan yells ‘Oh shit!’ as Noble crashes against the floor! Shadow rolls out, grabs Noble, and lifts him up for a suplex…but Noble slides back, and desperately pushes Shadow into the ring post! Shadow falls against the stairs, and Noble grabs his neck as he eyes the steel steps. His gaze flickers back and forth, before he swears under his breath , throwing Shadow back in the ring!

Harvey: It really does look like it’s taking Kurt everything he has to keep himself reserved. A slam against those steel steps might have taken it all out of Shadow, who has to be incredibly sore after the sandwhiching he got at One Night in Hell!

Chase: Shadow’s a big boy; he can take care of himself, unlike some people…

Noble rolls back in the ring, and as Shadow gets up, he gets a few well-timed jabs to the chest, actually making him stumble back! Shadow recovers, and takes a swipe at Noble, but Noble ducks and nails Shadow with the Mark of Nobility (Inverted Olympic Slam)! The crowd is actually cheering for Noble, who rolls over, and locks in the Quixotic Lock (Ankle-Lock)! Shadow squirms, but manages to kick at Noble, who bares the kicks as he begins to snarl and twist even harder! Shadow screams out, and grabs the ropes…but Noble forcefully pulls him back! Shadow crawls, and grabs them again, but Noble won’t let go! The referee begins to yell at Noble, who at the count of three…drops the hold! His face softens, and he backs up, stumbling against the referee!

Harvey: I think Noble almost lost it again!

Chase: C’MON MATE I GOT MONEY RIDING ON THIS!

Noble turns to the referee, and begins to profusely apologize…as Shadow rises! Noble turns, and Shadow rushes him, going for the Big Boot, but Noble ducks it! He narrowly grabs Shadow from behind, and drops him with the Noble Neckbreaker! (Rolling Cutter)! Noble throws an arm over Shadow…

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Paige: Here is your winner, via pinfall, Kurt Noble

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Harvey: Noble picks up the win by narrowly avoiding that kick!

Chase: I wanted blood, dammit!

A bitter Chase slaps the announce table as we cut a blank screen where we're interrupted by this voiceover:

Voice-Over: The following is brought to you by Action Packed Wrestling and Mania Enterprises.

The scene opens on Mark Mania sitting at a desk in front of a wall of APW logos. The Overdrive title is firmly planted to Mark’s right and he is wearing his traditional suit and has a big wide smile on his face.

Mark Mania: Ladies and gentlemen, honored guests, and longtime fans. I’m before you today to usher in a new era of APW Overdrive. For the past few months you have all had to deal with Delikado and his incessant tomfoolery. He has made a disgrace of the APW and of this title. I am proud to sit here, in front of you, and say, Delikado is no more!

The crowd cheers as Mark holds up the Overdrive title.

Mark Mania: As all of you saw at One Night in Hell, I returned that animal to the cage he belongs in and I held this title high above my head. It is my honor to be your Overdrive champion and for as long as I hold it, I will bring integrity to this title and this Overdrive brand.

The crowd cheers again and Mark smile widens.

Mark Mania: Tonight I will be wrestling against Delikado once more and it’s almost like a victory lap. While I haven’t seen Mr. Watson here tonight, I am not concerned, because if need be, I will beat both Delikado and Evan Envi on my own. I’ve now beaten them both separately and what kind of champion would I be if I could beat them both together?

The boos of the crowd are intense when Delikado and Evni’s names are mentioned.

Mark Mania: People often ask me why I never considered a tag-team career, especially with this little tag team tournament beginning on Meltdown. It’s pretty simple why I don’t bother, I don’t trust anyone enough to be a partner. I’ve had a lot of people let me down in my life and frankly I can’t deal with that on a weekly basis. I hope Nick Watson is here and is prepared for this match, but I don’t have faith in that. I don’t have faith in many.

The crowd is silent as Mark continues.

Mark Mania: I apologize for bringing everyone down. This is supposed to be a celebration. This is the victory lap for your Overdrive Champion, Mark Mania! See you in the ring Deli and Evan, you’ll get to see your titles one last time!

The crowd cheers as the scene cuts with Mark Mania smiling.

[Johnny Rebel]

Johnny Diamond

The camera scores a clear shot of the golden nameplate on the outside of the new general managers office door. A hand reaches out into a camera view and knocks on the door - rather impatiently. The door swings open and the face of Johnny Diamond lights up with glee as he steps aside and welcomes to Level-One in.

Johnny Diamond: Level-One, I can't describe what a pleasure it is meeting you for the first time. I still haven't thanked you for the ratings boost you gave Meltdown during your appearances.

The camera advances forward and we get a first person view of his office. A large banner hangs over Johnny Diamonds desk reading: Welcome to Overdrive! The rest of the room was decorated top to bottom with Level-One paraphernalia. T-shirts, posters, action figures he had it all.

Level-One: Please, Johnny. It's Lester to you my friend. And no need to thank me for my miracle work, it's just what I do. However, I hope your impressed with what I have done with this dump. In my opinion, I think my AMAZING sets the decorum.

The camera pans around the room slowly before settling on Johnny Diamond who stretches out his hand towards Level-One. The two shake hands as Johnny Diamond admires the room himself.

Johnny Diamond: Well, I expected something that would embody Overdrive and there's no doubt your a big part of it's success.

Level-One snarled behind the camera.

Level-One: I'm the sole reason for it's success, Johnny. Though, I can pardon your ignorance. On Meltdown, I can imagine your perspective on MY show is clouded. Which is exactly why I thought I'd stop by for an impromptu appearance - free of charge.

His hand snakes out in front of the camera holding up a large gift basket. Johnny Diamond's face lights up like a kid at Christmas as he grabs the large basket filled with more intimate, rare items of his personal collection. Immediately the new Overdrive General Manger begins to dig into it's contents. The first item he pulls out is a DVD box set.

Johnny Diamond: This is quite the viewing material - with my new duties on Overdrive, I don't know how I am going to watch all of this.

Level-One: Johnny, one thing that got me far in this business is dedication and motivation. If there is a will? There is a way. I recommend at three hours per day, you'll be well acquainted with my miracle work by the time Christmas rolls around and what's a greater gift then knowledge? And if it helps you any, I don't see why you can't pull up a chair and pop it in a DVD player live on Overdrive whenever I'm not wrestling.

Johnny Diamond tries to remain respectful and flashes the camera a manufactured smile as he sets down the DVD box set on his desk. He reaches into the goody basket and pulls out a... camcorder? A look of confusion comes across the face of Johnny Diamond as he tries to get it to work.

Johnny Diamond: What exactly am I supposed to do with this?

Level-One: Well... you know when Kim Kardashian became super famous after she released that sleazy sex tape with that shitty r & b singer?

Johnny Diamond: No.

Level-One quickly points the camera at his own face and winks.

Level-One: Yeah, I'm sure you haven't! Look, point is it made her FAMOUS for accomplishing absolutely nothing! Now... imagine what that could do for me? I'm an accomplished wrestler - thee greatest ever and I already have my own television show. So...

Johnny Diamond: Are you telling me your going to make your own sex tape and you want ME to video tape it for you?

Level-One nods his head side to side as he turns the camera back onto an uncomfortable looking Johnny Diamond.

Level-One: Those words never came out of my mouth Johnny, don't misquote me! Though, I'd be lying if I said it wasn't in the playbook for a rainy day...

Johnny Diamonds face goes from one of discomfort to disgust as he pulls one last item from the goody basket.

Johnny Diamond: A jock strap!?

Level-One laughed.

Level-One: Yeah and there hasn't ever been another competitor in this world that could hold it, Johnny. You may not understand the significance of such a gift but that jockstrap symbolizes hard work, determination and the cojones it takes to be the GREATEST OF ALL TIME!

Johnny Diamond wasn't sold on it as the camera zoomed in on his face. Level-One manages to make matters worse when he shoves the jockstrap into the face of Johnny Diamond.

Level-One: Do you smell that Johnny!? That is the SCENT of GREATNESS!

Johnny Diamond in a fit pulls his head away as a offended Level-One slams the jockstrap back into the gift basket. Johnny Diamond does his best to remain composed as he wipes away at his face and takes refuge behind his desk.

Johnny Diamond: I think it's time I get back to work, Level-One. I thank you for the hospitality but I think you should be seeing your way out now.

The camera shakes side to side. He wasn't ready to leave yet. Johnny Diamond takes a seat exasperated with his job as the general manager of Overdrive already. However, he's brought back to life as the former undisputed champion places a bottle of wine on his desk with a glass.

Level-One: Alright, Johnny. Before I go... how about a toast?

Johnny Diamond: Sure!

Level-One pops the cork and pours the wine into Johnny's glass. He pours some into his own without any intention of drinking it.

Level-One: Here's to new beginnings, a blooming friendship in which I expect to receive all the benefits like main event slots, extra camera time and all the title shots my heart desires in exchange for movie premiers, access to the hottest parties and all the sleazy women my fame could buy you.

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Oh and to a long successful run for you, Johnny Diamond the NEW General Manger of Thursday Night Overdrive! Cheers!

Johnny Diamond bumps his glass into Level-One's and then into the camera lens for all the viewers at home before washing back his beverage. The camera pans around towards the door and advances forward leaving Johnny Diamond to his own vices.

Casually, Level-One lifts the camera up to his face and smiles as he pulls out his I phone and sends the following text message out live:

@leveloneapw Operation kiss ass and co opt the new general manager, complete! See you morons out in the ring tonight, f*ckheads. #CelebrityStatus

Harvey: Looks like Diamond is enjoying his new spot as Overdrive general manager. It sure beats spending the evening with ring rats like Shane Borderland and Carmen Rivera!

Chase: That should be me, Darren, that should be me!

Paige: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for ONE fall!

”This just in: Wrestling is finally COOL again! DELIKADO...IS...HEEEEERE!”

The epically deep-throated narration announced, “Pilgrimage” by Nine Inch Nails begins and a nuclear explosion is heard going off as Boss Delikado walks out onto the stage. As the song keeps playing, he looks out to the ring and points to it with his left index finger before holding out his open right hand and slowly clenching it into a fist. The crowd boos and Boss Delikado slowly walks down the ramp, a little swagger in his powerful Bossy steps.

Paige: Introducing, from Pinar del Río, Cuba, he is "THE BAWSE!" This is DELIKADO!

Boss Delikado continues walking until he is at the outside of the ring. He looks at the nearest camera, raising an eyebrow, and fakes a punch to it before jumping up and standing on the side of the ring with his hands on the ropes. He stares out to the crowd, challenging random fans to prove themselves against him, before he jumps over the top rope into the ring. He proceeds to pace around, punching his fists together. Delikado now waits for the match to start as he lazily leans over the top rope and stares out at the crowd, a highly amused smirk of superiority on his face. LIKE A BAWSE!

Chase: Did I mention how much I love Delikado? But damnit, he seems naked without that Overdrive Championship. Naked, I tell you.

Harvey: Mark Mania trumped him at One Night in Hell. What can be said?

Chase: ENVIKADO will not be trumped!

”When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again...!"

Multi-colored lights dance all across the arena as the opening riffs of "Helter Skelter" blast through the PA system. Within seconds, Evan Envi emerges from the back, dressed in a white jacket with the name "ENVI" emblazoned across the back in blood-red, shimmering cursive. He looks out into the half-booing, half-cheering legions of fans, thoroughly unimpressed as he begins his descent down to the ring.

Paige: And his tag team partner, from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at two hundred and eleven pounds... he is the self-proclaimed Mega MegaStar, EVAAANNN ENVIIIIIIIII!

Many of the jeering audience members shift their boos to cheers as Evan's nearby hometown is announced. Evan, with a running start, hops up onto the apron on one-knee and slides across with a sickening grin on his face before hopping up to stand atop the turnbuckles, screaming out to the raucous fans. The "Mega Mega Star" finally hops down into the ring and hands the ring jacket to the referee, scolding him to be careful with it before he demands a spare microphone from the timekeeper.

Chase: It's time for the former champs-- the rightful champs-- to speak, Harv.

Harvey: Trust me. I can see it.

Evan stands in the middle of the ring and raises an eyebrow at the indecisive fans. An "EVAN!" chant has begun, but Evan quickly interrupts it.

Evan: Don't. Do not. Don't cheer me because I grew up a half hour away from here. Don't think that you people can relate to me because of my geographical location. If you're gonna cheer me, cheer me for being one of the most upstanding, entertaining, talented wrestlers in the game today. If you're gonna cheer me, you'd better be cheering the next APW Undisputed Champion, Delikado as well. The BAWSE! Cheer, Fake Washington! Cheer for ENVIKADO!

This rouses a chorus of boos from the fans and Evan simply glares. He looks around at booing masses that are growing increasingly louder by the second.

Evan: THIS? This is exactly what I would expect from you guys. You're so closed-minded... All of you. You're not ready to see a Cuban running the wrestling world and you're sure as hell not ready for a Mega Mega Star. You hate us because you don't know what to make of us. You hate us because you don't know what to expect. Unnerving, isn't it?

Evan glares into the crowd again as they continue to boo. He hands the microphone off to Delikado, which only causes D.C. to boo louder.

Boss Delikado: To be of FACTual nature…you should all be paying TWICE what you paid to get in here tonight. And all you watching at home should be mailing DOUBLE the payment on your bills that you typically do in order to watch APW programming. Hell, if this American Democratic economy were better, you might even be expected to pay TRIPLE the amount you do now to put the two of us before your eyes and television screens.

Now…that’s what you SHOULD be doing, but you see, Evan and me, we’re the good kinda guys, the Goodfellas. We understand the mental capacity and the hardships faced by all you fans, and of all our, ahem, “peers” in the back. Hardships for YOU of course, but it is what it is. Point is, we treat you right, and let you keep your money, let the other guys have their screen-time, however PA-THE-TIC it might be. We do what we do, better than any other that’s come before, because Envikado, through past, present, and inevitable future, is simply…beneficial to everyone!

A "you suck!" chant develops among the audience. Evan plugs his ears and shakes his head while Delikado continues.

Boss Delikado: Now every company, APW included, needs its beneficial types, the pristine saints who can do no wrong because they’re only doing what’s RIGHT and what’s GOOD. It’s what keeps the world black and white…us being the white of course, and it keeps things simple for you all to understand. Delikado is pretty sure he’s 100% sure when he says none of ya’ll wanna see APW die, right? So in order to keep it as such, the guys you THINK you like, and those you THINK are the good guys, are the losers who REALLY have to pay, so that the APW doesn’t pay.

In order to keep APW good and safe and wholesome, Envikado’s gotta beat the snot out of some of the smiley faced, arrogant, outright undeserving PUNKS who you’ve cheered for in the past. The Champions you THINK are your Champions really are NOT your Champions, and Envikado, through pride and modest amazingness, is about to start proving all of that as it single-handedly lifts APW into a golden age of good and heroism.

Chase: He's right! Heroism!

Harvey: They both may or may not be completely delusional... That's all I'll say. For your sake.

Boss Delikado: YOU, Mark Mania, as you dribble near the back curtain and wait for your queer music to beckon your slippery ass to slide down here along with your pedophile-looking, dead-in-the-eyes-and-interviews crony Nick Watson, are just the start! You can’t stop us! You never could, EVER, EVER, EVER, EVER!

We only LET you get into your “title reigns” to prove a point, to set the foundation for a greater good, OUR good! So you can come down here and thank us if you want—WHEN WE’RE DONE TALKING—but it’s not gonna save you from the defeat, the ass-kicking that’s about to happen. Your day's already come and gone...and you don't even realize it.

Delikado glances toward the stage and inhales heavily.

Boss Delikado: And as for YOU, Johnny Diamond…you better not make the mistakes Cher-resident Jeff made during his tenure of corruptness, or you’ll be as toast as he’s bound to be at home with his mama and her grilled cheeses! Stay out of Envikado’s way! Don’t you even THINK—AH, STOP IT—don’t even THINK you can interfere with the future. You’re not Marty McFly and his magical school bus that can change timelines and crap, and if you think you are, you’ll find out you’re more akin to being Marty McDIE if you try to mess with us and what we do! Enough conspiracies and falseness have been had in this company. It’s time to get back to the truths and simple understandings of this great, great, Envikado GREAT, business…THE REAL APW is here, and it will not be molested anymore! FACT! GOOD DAY, SIR!

Delikado hands the microphone back to Evan who sighs and continues.

Evan: So without further ado, let's bring out the counterfeit champions. And Nick-- when you come out here, and I embarrass you the way you SHOULD have been at One Night in Hell, I'll remember to tell everybody in this arena I told you so. The night belongs to us, my friends. From here on out, APW belongs to Envikado. Quote me.

Evan lowers the microphone and tosses it back to the timekeeper, laughing as another "you suck!" chant develops, only to be interrupted by Mark Mania’s entrance music. “This Means War” hits the PA system and Mania comes out alongside Watson, both sporting their new Overdrive and Xtreme Championships-- respectively-- around their waists before charging the ring in the middle of Nicky Paige’s introduction.

Paige: And introducing, their opponents-- the team of the NEW APW Overdrive Champion, Mark Mania, and the NEW APW Xtreme Champion, NICK WAAAATSSOO--

Paige is interrupted and leaves the ring in a hurry as Watson and Mania slide into the ring, allowing their titles to rest on the canvas as they enter. They charge at Delikado and Envi as if ready to charge them. The former champions retreat to the ropes, and Mania simply laughs. Watson smirks as he backs away and the referee demands that one competitor from each team start off.

Harvey: Ha! How do you feel about that, John?

Chase: Annoyed. What is this, fifth grade?

Harvey: ‘Envikado’ just got punked out.

Chase: We’ll see how things go from here, won’t we?

Tag Team Match
Envikado (Delikado & Evan Envi) vs “The Sensational One” Nick Watson & Mark Mania

The bell sounds with Evan Envi and Mark Mania starting things off in the ring before an electric D.C. crowd. Evan and Mania both tease a test of strength, several times over the first minute of the match, but Evan retreats each time, backing away toward the ropes. As the crowd grows restless for action, even going so far as to create an “Evan!” chant for their (almost) hometown hero, Evan finally pulls himself away from the ropes and yells for Mania to bring it. Mania smirks and obliges, charging at Evan-- but Evan jumps back into the ropes. The crowd boos overwhelmingly and Evan sighs, telling the referee to keep Mania at bay.

Harvey: This is absolutely ridiculous.

Chase: I know. Someone needs to put Mark Mania on a leash!

Harvey: …Sigh.

Eventually, Evan Envi throws his hands at Mania as if to say he is done with him, and tags Delikado in to the dismay of the crowd. Mania chuckles and yells something at Envi-- but he is caught off guard as Delikado launches himself onto and over the top rope for a Springboard Shoulder Block, but Mania is able to hit a jumping Shoulder Block of his own, knocking his smaller competitor to the mat. Delikado gets up, but falls victim to two Hip Tosses. Again, he climbs to his feet and positions Delikado in a standing headscissors that looks to be leading to a Piledriver-- but Delikado drops and crawls between the knees and behind the new Overdrive Champion. Mania spins around and Delikado drives both feet into his right leg! Mania crashes hard to the ground and immediately Delikado kips up to his feet, beginning to stomp furiously at his leg.

Harvey: And very quickly, the game plan becomes obvious.

Chase: It could jump right out in neon colors and announce itself-- but it doesn’t matter, if you can’t stop it.

Mania eventually fends Delikado off with a hard punch to the gut and a roundhouse kick, but falls roughly to the mat afterward, clutching his right leg, grunting and cursing in frustration. Delikado crawls to his corner and tags in Evan Envi, who is eager to get in now, and charges Mania to stomp at his leg.

Chase: Picking up right where THE BOSS left off!

It isn’t until after Evan hoists Mania up and delivers a Fisherman’s Suplex that the crowd begins to roar. Evan sits up, looking into the audience in confusion, but soon his attention drifts toward where many of theirs is-- John Dionysus stands at the top of the ramp, already dressed in wrestling gear. He stands with his arms folded, looking down with curiosity at the tag team action-- specifically at Envi.

Harvey: Well, hey, it’s John Dionysus!

Chase: What the hell is he doing here? Shouldn’t he be figuring out how he’s going to NOT ruin Level One’s career tonight?

Harvey: He’s had quite an interest in the self-proclaimed ‘Mega Mega Star’ these past few weeks.

The distraction is all Mark Mania needs to roll Evan up for a School Boy!

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Harvey: Wow... Mania almost picked up the win on the fresh competitor, Envi. But now Envi’s realized what’s going on, and he’s back to that leg!

Indeed, once both competitors are up, Evan hits a Dropkick to the right knee. He then delivers a sharp kick to the temple of Mania, knocking him to his side on the mat. Again, Evan delivers stomps to the leg before yanking his legs up and locking in a Figure 4 Leg Lock! The crowd erupts in a mixed reaction at the sight of the hold but Mania writhes in pain. Watson yells words of encouragement from the outside but Mania is quickly turning red in the face, doing everything he can to try to pry Evan’s legs off of his. Evan bounces up and down, yelling out into the screaming audience, adding more pressure to the move. Mania, who is now breathing heavily crawls toward the ropes as quickly as he can, but suffers in the move for nearly twenty-five seconds before he grabs the bottom. The referee tells Evan to release the hold, but Envi waits until four. He rolls over his shoulder, springing back up to his feet as he grins at Mark Mania and then shoots a wink up the ramp at John Dionysus. Dionysus continues to watch patiently and Evan drags Mania over to his corner by the leg, tagging Delikado back in.

Harvey: Very good tag team strategizing by the team Envikado here-- I have to say. They’ve done a good job at essentially turning this into a handicap match, completely isolating Mark Mania from his partner.

Chase: And here comes Delikado! Tag team wrestling is cool again, Harv!

With Envi still holding Mania’s leg, Delikado delivers a Leg Drop to Mania’s neck. Evan is eventually ushered out of the ring, but Delikado hits a second Leg Drop-- and a third-- and a fourth! He grins into the booing crowd and lies back across Mark Mania.

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Harvey: Look!

Mania takes advantage of Deli’s lazy pin and counters into a Crucifix Pin!

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THRRRRE- Kickout!

Chase: Ahh! They almost stole one!

Harvey: Oh, please... Delikado got cocky and Mark Mania took advantage of it and came a fraction of a second away from capitalizing.

Delikado angrily lifts Mark Mania to his feet by his hair. He screams “YOU SON OF A BITCH!” into his face before scooping Mania up onto his shoulders into a Fireman’s Carry before snapping back, driving him to the ground. This time, Delikado hooks both legs.

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Delikado shows some frustration with the referee and lifts Mania up again, only to take him down with an Enziguiri! Mania hits the mat and lies in a daze, gazing upward. Delikado rolls out to the apron and quickly scales the turnbuckles, grinning down at the fallen Overdrive Champion. He leaps off to hit the Frog Splash!

Harvey: Mania gets his knees up!

Delikado crashes stomach-first into the arched knees of Mania and howls in pain, immediately rolling toward his corner though not entirely cognizant of it. Mania favors his right knee again and buries his face in the canvas to avoid making the pain vocal. He hops to his feet and limps over to Delikado, yanking him up and away from Evan’s outstretched hand. Mania delivers a European Uppercut, followed by a DDT! Delikado and Mania get to their feet again, with Delikado reaching his feet at the same time due to Mania’s temporarily bummed knee-- and Mania lunges at him, taking him down with a modified Falling Neckbreaker. Delikado’s head bounces off of Mania’s shoulder and he spills onto the canvas. Mania hooks his far leg.

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Mania is dragged off of Delikado by Evan Envi. The crowd boos thunderously at Evan’s actions and he casually steps back out onto the apron and grabs his tag rope as if nothing happened. The referee scolds Evan anyway and Mania limps back to his feet, going to scoop Delikado back up-- and Delikado nails a Low Blow! Mania howls out and drops to his knees. Delikado crawls on his hands and knees back to his corner, and finally tags the outstretched hand of Envi!

Chase: A tag! And with great form!

Harvey: ...You're really pushin' this.

Envi hops into the ring and nails a Calf Kick on Mania! Mania climbs to his feet-- and Evan delivers a Single-Arm DDT. Mania groans in pain and rolls onto his back. Evan bounces off the ropes and runs back at Mania, going for his signature Running Shooting Star Press-- but Mania is able to roll out of the way by centimeters! Evan holds his jaw in pain and slowly climbs to his feet. Mark Mania uses the ropes to pull himself up. Evan charges at Mania and goes for a Clothesline, but Mark Mania hoists him up and nails a Flapjack throat-first across the top rope! Evan bounces off to the mat and cries out in pain.

Harvey: And THAT is how a veteran turns things around!

Chase: This is not how you treat a star of Evan Envi’s caliber!

Evan groans as he holds his throat and he staggers toward his corner, but Mania grabs him and literally throws him backwards, head-over-heels on the mat. A dazed Evan gets up, but has the wherewithal to dive for Mania’s leg. Mania jumps over Evan, landing roughly on his right leg. As Evan turns back toward him, Mania musters up the strength for one more Roundhouse Kick-- and connects! Mania falls to the mat and rolls toward his corner, finally tagging in Nick Watson to the delight of those in attendance!

Harvey: FINALLY! The new Xtreme Champion has finally gained entrance into this match!

Watson charges at Envi, who is still stunned and returning to his feet-- but Envi immediately catches the oncoming Watson with a Belly-to-Belly! Watson hits the mat and climbs to his feet, walking into a kick to the gut, followed by a Hammerlock Leg-Sweep DDT. The crowd boos as Evan plants Nick Watson. Evan angrily drags Watson to his feet and captures him in a front facelock as he turns his eyes toward John Dionysus. Evan glares up at Dionysus and pulls Nick toward the corner of the ring-- where he performs a T-Bone Suplex, sending Nick roughly into the turnbuckles! Nick hits the ground and Evan shoots Dionysus another glare before making his way to his corner and tagging in Delikado. Evan doesn’t go to his corner after exiting the ring-- but casually wanders around ringside. Meanwhile, Delikado eagerly gets into the ring and waits in the center for Nick Watson to climb to his feet.

Harvey: Nick-- don’t get up. Don’t turn around.

Chase: Hahahaha do it! Get up, Nick!

Delikado stomps his foot, grinning in anticipation, and when Watson turns around-- Delikado blasts him with the Last Call to Cuba! Delikado doesn’t allow Nick to fall to the mat-- but locks him in a Koji Clutch as both men tumble downward! Mark Mania instinctively tries to step into the ring to break the hold, but he is captured by the misplaced Evan Envi, who snaps Mania’s leg across the middle rope! Mania cries out and falls into the ring, clutching his right leg. Evan looks at the action blankly from the outside-- and Delikado keeps the Koji Clutch locked in for upwards of twenty seconds before Watson is finally forced to tap, lightly. Delikado releases the hold and rolls out of the ring to join Envi as Mark Mania finally climbs to his feet, cursing as he realizes what’s happened.

Winners: Evan Envi and Delikado Envikado

Harvey: Wow. A rather decisive victory by Envikado over Watson and Mania tonight.

Chase: Are you impressed, Harv?!

Harvey: I think I may be. I think I just may be. Nick Watson had a bad night-- and Mark Mania looks none too pleased about the situation. For a man on one leg, the new Overdrive Champion took both Envi and Delikado to the limit.

Envi and Delikado make their way up the ramp, but John Dionysus doesn’t move. Evan gives the man a glare as he strolls by, pausing only for a second to look at him-- but neither man says a word. Dionysus simply smiles lightly. Delikado makes some sort of loud noise-- one can only assume it is something along the lines of a bark. Dionysus arches an eyebrow in surprise, but doesn’t retreat. Finally, Delikado laughs and makes his way through the curtains to the back, where Envi follows.

Mark Mania helps Nick Watson to his feet back inside the ring. He still looks dejected, but Nick Watson looks at Mark and apologizes profusely, but Mania shakes his head and pats the Xtreme Champion on the back before the two exit the ring, Mania still walking with a limp.

We cut backstage as Cindy Shannon is standing next to a closed locker room door, a microphone in her hand and an excited look on her face.

Shannon: I hope everyone can hear me okay, I had to hijack a camera crew on short notice here. I'm back in the locker room area of the Verizon Center and I think I've got one heck of a scoop lined up. All week long I've been trying to get a one-on-one interview with the man who's going to be making his in-ring debut later tonight...the infamous Azrael Goeren.

The distant echo of boos can be heard from inside the arena as Cindy continues.

Shannon: Up until now I haven't had too much success in getting a hold of him, but I just received a text message that said Azrael arrived at the arena several minutes ago and wanted an interviewer sent to his locker room immediately.

Cindy faces the door and gives a loud knock.

Shannon: Mr. Goeren? Are you in there? Its Cindy Shannon.

A brief moment of silence before a heavily accented German voice calls out from inside the room.

Goeren: Sie können geben. Please, enter.

Cindy opens the door and hastily enters before she stops suddenly in her tracks. She quickly hides her eyes and pushes the camera back.

Shannon: Oh God.

From inside the room, the same voice yells out to her.

Goeren: Ach! Silly me...I forgot my pants. Hold on one moment...alright, all set now. You can come back.

Cindy peeks through her fingers and lets out a frustrated sigh. She walks into the locker room as the camera quickly follows her, revealing Azrael Goeren sprawled out on a metal folding chair. Goeren is dressed only in a pair of disturbingly tight black pleather pants that are completely unbuttoned and a pair of red-tinted aviator glasses. He digs into the duffel bag at his feet and pulls out his neon red wrestling boots.

Shannon: You could have told me you were changing.

Goeren: Yes. I suppose I could have.

Shannon: Well Mr. Goeren, since I have you here, I have a few questions I'd like to ask you. First, what is your response to the front office allegations that you blew off several APW publicity shoots and media events that were set up for you this week?

Azrael does not respond, seemingly focused on lacing up his boots.

Shannon: Any comment?

Again, nothing. Azrael finishes with his boots and begins to wrap his wrists in black tape, a coy smile across his face.

Shannon: There are rumors that some members of APW management are going through a bit of buyer's remorse with you because of your attitude since signing with the company. Do you care to talk about that?

Azrael moves on to his other wrist, making sure everything its taped correctly. He reaches back into his bag and pulls out a mesh shirt, sliding it up and over his head before he stands up and straightens the shirt out.

Shannon: Well, what about the news that you almost caused a full-scale riot at the ticket office this week when you demanded the Verizon Center contact everyone who bought a ticket tonight and charge them double for the privilege of seeing your debut in the main event?

Azrael lets out a relaxed chuckle and begins stretching out his arms, still completely ignoring the questions tossed at him by a now incredibly aggravated Cindy Shannon.

Shannon: Nothing, huh? Real hard hitting interview you're giving me here.

Goeren: Mein liebling, if I thought any of your questions were worth answering, you have my word I would have spoken up by now.

Shannon: Then why invite me back here?

Goeren: I didn't invite you. I invited them.

Azrael takes a step towards the camera and delicately removes the microphone from Cindy's hand. He addresses the audience directly, a fake smile painted across his face as he stares directly into the camera.

Goeren: Mein freunds, you are all witness to a remarkable moment in wrestling history tonight. Long after I win Survive and Conquer this year and long after I become Undisputed Champion, you'll be able to tell your friends and family you were there for that first sanguinary step. Please, take a moment to savor it. Savor every wonderfully horrific moment that befalls Chris Hart at my hands. Savor one of your favorite champions falling into a crippled heap at my feet.

Azrael looks off to the side briefly before returning his gaze to the camera.

Goeren: No more games, Hart. No more jokes. I'm not here to win any popularity contests, I'm here to make APW a broken, beautiful and bloodied mess of my own creation. Starting with you. Tonight.

With that, Azrael politely hands the microphone back to Cindy and returns to stretching out his shoulder. Cindy takes the microphone back reluctantly before she backs out of the locker room without saying another word. The moment that she and the cameraman leave Goeren, the door slams shut and we slowly fade to black.

[Johnny Rebel]

The scene switches to backstage, where new Overdrive GM is diligently working away at the mountains of paperwork on his desk. He scratches his head as he looks at a bracket on his desk. However, his eyes shoot up as a knock is heard against his door.

Diamond: Come in…

The door opens rather slowly, and in walks none other than Kurt Noble, looking a bit dazed as he walks in, standing over the chair in front of Johnny Diamond’s desk. Diamond pushes the paperwork aside as Noble finally makes eye contact.

Noble: Didn’t mean to disturb you. I know we haven’t gotten the chance to get acquainted. My name’s-

Diamond: I know exactly who you are, Mr. Noble. Sit down.

Noble does as told, facing his new GM.

Diamond: What are you doing here Mr. Noble?

Noble: Well…I assume you saw me at the start of the show…right?

Diamond: With the amount of ruckus you all are causing, I’m keeping my eyes on everyone. Yes, I saw it.

Noble: Well, then you know I’m feeling a bit…confused. Things have been…well, weird with me lately. There’s a million different steps I can take from here, and I know after my…behavior…as of late, there’s only one right one. So, I’m requesting a match at Chris Chaos with...

“Chris Hart.”

Diamond’s eyebrows raise as Noble sighs.

Diamond: You’re asking me for a match against Chris Hart? Why on Earth would you want that?

Noble: Well…it’s complicated. I know what you’re thinking; you think I want to crush him. It’s not like that! I would never treat my tag team partner that way! This match, it’s more about…understanding. I don’t know where I am anymore, and right now, I need to test myself; see if I still have what won me the Undisputed Championship earlier this year. Chris and I have always been competitive, and I know a match like this would help put us both on track. So…what do you say?

Diamond: Absolutely not.

The wind is taken right out of Noble, as his rather awkward demeanor fades.

Noble: Why the Hell not?

Diamond: You don’t question my decisions, Mr. Noble. But, this isn’t just a matter of principal; you’ve already been booked. You do know you and Chris Hart will be defending the tag team titles against a team of my choice, correct? You two are the tag team Champions, and I expect you to regularly defend those belts.

Noble nods as his nostrils flare.

Noble: So, because we’re tag team Champions…I can’t get my match with Chris?

Diamond: Consider my way of keeping tabs on you, Mr. Noble. Jeff left quite a file on you when he departed; I don’t intend on putting you in a position I can’t control.

Noble: But, I’ve changed-

Diamond: And when you’ve proven that, you’ll have my trust. Until then, this is not discussion; it’s an order.

Noble says nothing as he stares down his new boss, before standing up. He cocks a grin as he begins to step back.

Noble: Then I look forward to whoever you put me against, Mr. Diamond.

Noble places his hand on the doorknob.

Diamond: Kurt.

He turns back, as Diamond stares him down.

Diamond: I’m watching you.

Noble: Nothing left to watch. I’ve changed…remember?

Noble nods as he closes the door. Diamond sighs, and goes back to his paperwork as the camera shifts to ringside where Nicky Paige stands in the middle of the ring, microphone and index cards in hand.

Paige: Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting to you now strait back from Tokyo Japan, the survivor of the Elimination Chamber and the APW Undisputed Champion….. The Real Show TERRYYYYYYYY MAAAAAAAAARRRVVIIN!

IT’S SHOWTIME

The Lights in the arena Dim as the fans get to their feet with a loud pop. “Hate Me Now” begins to blair through the loudspeakers as fireworks hit on the stage area just as Terry comes walking through the curtain with his title raised high in the air. He holds his hands out and does a few spins while pumping his arms and getting the crowd into it!

He then walks down the rampway slapping hands with all the fan in the first row before he slides into the ring, hopping up onto his knees and holds his arms out to more cheers from the fans. He rushes over to one turnbuckle and holds his title high into the air. He does the same thing to the other three corners before heading back to the middle of the ring.

Chase: There he is folks, the man who turned down 4 former champions and the illustrious Chris Hart to retain his title!

Harvey: That could have been the most impressive title defense I’ve ever seen. What more are we going to see out of Marvin.

Terry is handed a microphone from outside and stands in the middle of the ring as the fans cheer loudly. He smiles and lets it die down before raising the mic up to his mouth.

Terry Marvin: Last week, I spent one night in hell, yet here I stand unscathed and unshaken still as your hero and Undisputed Champion! I did what most thought was impossible. I defied the odds. The Real show Era LIVES ON!

The crowd pops loudly as Marvin paces around the ring, clutching to his title.

Terry Marvin: But that’s all over now. I came out on top, but it’s far from the end. I still have work to do, I still have something to prove! It’s time to look to the future. Everyone has been buzzing about “Who’s Next?” Who will be the next man to try to take this title? And I’m here right now to answer that question. But First I have a small bit of unfinished business. I’d like to call out the man who I inevitably defeated to stay on top of the world. The man who just fell a little short…..BIGGS! Get your ass out here!

There is a loud mixed reaction from the crowd. The arena lights fade to black as “Destroya,” by My Chemical Romance, blares over the loudspeakers. White laser lights shoot from the stage as strobe lights flash about the arena. Biggs comes strutting down from the stage, milking his injuries from One Night In Hell. He grabs a microphone and rolls into the ring.

Biggs: I get it, I get it. This is the part where you come out here and brag and gloat about being the best thing to ever walk this earth. Well save your breath Marvin. That match was pure Hell and it could have gone either way and you KNOW it!

A few boos mixed with a few cheers come from the crowd as Marvin just stands there with a huge Smile on his face.

Terry Marvin: Before this match took place, I told the world how it was, and I told you how it was. I said you were a washed up has been who didn’t belong anywhere near that match. I TOLD YOU that you couldn’t hang with the big boys anymore. I TOLD YOU that you were a failure!

The crowd starts to turn on him now, the boos starting to drown out the cheers. Biggs is standing there furious and raises his microphone to say something.

Biggs: You son of a g……..

Terry puts his hand over Bigg’s microphone and shoves it down away from his mouth. Biggs’ eyes go wide with fury as Terry just laughs raising his own microphone.

Terry Marvin: I’m glad to see that I WAS WRONG!

The cheers explode from the crowd as Biggs stands there confused for a second before Terry reaches his hand out to him.

Terry Marvin: You brought out the old Biggs…the Biggs I looked up to! You beat me within an inch of my life. Thank you for giving me one HELL of a Fight!

Terry holds his hand out there for Biggs to shake as the crowd cheers more. Biggs looks at his hand unsure as he turns and looks at all the crowd.

DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!

Biggs shakes his head and then turns towards the ropes to exit the ring. He stops as he gets there and listens to the crowd chanting again.

SHAKE HIS HAND! SHAKE HIS HAND!

He turns around and walks up to Marvin staring him right in the eyes. He looks Down at Terry’s hand then back up at Terry. Finally he throws his own hand out there and they shake in the middle of the ring! The crowd goes absolutely bonkers, and Biggs raises his microphone up once again.

Biggs: Now that we’ve got our little Kumbaya’s out of the way, don’t think for one second that you and I are friends, or that I even trust your deceptive self. Like I've said before, I know a lying jerk when I see one, because I'm one myself. But last week was one of the most brutal things I’ve ever put my body through and respect is deserved because respect was earned!

The crowd pops loudly again while Terry smirks.

Biggs: And if you think I’m done coming for you and MY Undisputed Championship, you’ve got another thing coming!

Terry Marvin: Well, it just so happens that this Championship is the other reason I called you out here!

Another Cheer from the crowd.

Terry Marvin: At Christmas Chaos….

The crowd cheers again as Biggs smiles intrigued.

Terry Marvin: It will be your Undisputed Champion, the Hero of APW, The Real Show Terry Marvin defending his title against.

He smiles and pulls his finger up and points it right in Biggs’s face.

Terry Marvin: BIGGS!

The crowd cheers loudly again as Biggs smiles, staring hard at Terry. The two lock eyes again as Terry raises the Championship high in the air over the two of their heads. He then drops the microphone to exit the ring, but Biggs has one last thing to say.

Biggs: Terry, just because I respect you doesn't mean I'm going to lie down for you. You want a fight, and you'll get a fight. I just wanted to ay thank you for giving me the best Christmas present of all, the APW Undisputed Championship! Because whether you like or not, I'm going to beat you for that title, and wish you a very un-merry Christmas and an unhappy New Year.

Biggs then drops the Microphone before giving one last uncomfortable smile and stares at Marvin as Terry returns with a smile of his own before turning and exiting the entrance area.

[Johnny Rebel]

As we come back from commercial break the crowd on their feet seem anxious for the next bit of Action to be offered up. The mood in the arena quickly takes a hard left into Sourville as Misseria Cantare emanates out of the speakers filling the air with the noise pollution that welcomes in the self proclaimed JESUS of wrestling. As the rowdy crowd shows their hatred with a chorus of boo's the tron over the entrance ramp flickers to life with a shot of Michael Lively's entire crew standing in a single file line across the screen. In the top right hand corner the words "Live Via Satellite From Las Vegas".

The noise in the arena does down as Lively music cuts off. Suddenly the boo's find new life as Michael Lively appears on the screen in front of his staff. They are all there, Jerry O'Harrow Lively's errand boy slash microphone holder. Chubs the personal camera man who oddly enough isn't filming. Terri Lively the mother of the JESUS, and the mans personal body guard, The Irish Hammer Sabur. In front of his paid crew of misfits the APW's first Grand Slam Champion paces back and forth briefly before stoping dead in his tracks and looking up toward the camera.

Lively: Questions...that is what I hear people have for me, like why would I refuse to show up for Overdrive. What is my legal dispute with APW?

The JESUS takes a deep breath as his look of disgust turns to a full blown scowl.

Lively: When I returned to APW, my lawyers, and APW reached an agreement that I would either go to Asylum, or to Meltdown. In the meeting I decided to reinvent the new brand. I breathed life into Meltdown. I energized that show and made the roster there stand up and fight. Now look at what I have created, APW is having a hard time sifting the talent that is flooding through their doors like side effects from Hurricane Sandy...

The crowd roars for the tasteless comment made by the APW legend broadcasting from his home in Las Vegas.

Lively: That's right I'm to thank for Meltdown huge explosion of success. How am I repaid? By getting drafted to Overdrive...pfff!!! There must be a mistake because my lawyers assured me that I would not end up on this waste of a program, a show that I built, dominated and have no further use for.

The crowd again rumbles with hatred as Lively puts down the number one ratted program in APW.

Lively: Somehow it happened, so I think some one is to blame...

Lively lowers his head shaking it back and forth in disgust.

"CRACK!!!"

Within a flash Terri Lively eats a super kick to the chin and falls lifelessly to the cold concrete on the patio. Lively spins back around to the camera. Lively: Chances are she had nothing to do with it, but some how I feel a little better. My lawyers met with APW's legal team and it seems we are at a stand still. So as of now...I REFUSE TO SHOW UP FOR A SHIT SHOW LIKE OVERDRIVE!!!

The crowd breaks out in clapping and cheers almost excited that they will not have to put up with Lively and his massive ego.

Lively: That's right F@$K OVERDRIVE!!!

The man smirks briefly before turning sideways and super kicking the cameraman. The view of the camera remains on as it falls to the ground in perfect position looking up the skirt of Lively's mom who is unconscious. Quickly the tron is cut off as the crowd gasps in shock.

Harvey: What a surprise, Johnny... Michael Lively is up to his old antics!

Chase: Quick, get to the ring, I can't get the image of Lively's moms Buckson Gooch out of my head!

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is our tag team match!

''Almost famous'' by Eminem hits the PA system resulting in a stirring of the crowd. Several seconds later, Level-One steps out from behind the curtains cam corder in hand. He holds it up to his face and points it straight down at the ring before panning around at the rest of the crowd. As he walks down the ramp, he points the cameras in the faces of the fans whom are scowling with anger.

Paige: Weighing in at 263 points from Toronto, Ontario, Canada currently residing in Hollywood, California! He is a FOUR TIME APW Undisputed Champion! Please welcome... Level-One!!!!

Harvey: Oh come on. Level-One has found his stupid little video camera and he's been running around with it all night. It's time to put it away and get serious!

Chase: Stop drinking that hatorade, Harvey. Now that Level-One is the hottest thing going in the show biz he has to entertain more then ever and this is a perfect opportunity to score some bonus scenes for his weekly show - which airs on prime time television if you didn't know!

Level-One continues down the ramp and as the crowd boos he shouts over them into the camera - seeing it as the opportune time to create a blog for his Youtube channel on his way to the ring. He rolls under the bottom rope and sticks the video camera in the referee's face telling him that he's going to face hell from Hollywood if he doesn't do his job. With that he leans against the ropes and casually continues to create his video blog, waiting for the match to get underway.

The lights in the house go down, then the chundering riff that opens “Praise” by Sevendust begins to play. After fifteen seconds a huge white pyro explodes on the ramp and the lights return as John Dionysus steps out from the back and the crowd are upstanding for the Bostonian. Dionysus hops for a few seconds before he walks purposefully towards the ring, tapping the outstretched hands of the fans in the front row.

Paige: Introducing his tag team partner from Boston, MA and weighing in at 255 pounds…… John Dionysus.

Dionysus slides into the ring and is quickly onto his feet, circling around, testing the tautness of the ropes, using the top one as a counterweight for a few stretches, before he finally takes up a position in one of the corners.

Harvey: As I said, John is a former champion here in APW and is looking to get back into the rarest of forms. Going against the likes of biggs and Gates is just the competition he needs to do it.

Chase: You talk about John like he’s the second coming, when in reality, he’s just a bum who never caught his big break. Now he’s just filler, and that’s all.

“Shooting Star” by Black Stone Cherry begins to play as the fans cheer loudly. C.J. Gates quickly makes his way out of the back wearing his trademark cowboy hat and his“Go Big or Go Home” T-shirt. He bounces around at the entrance a bit before moving towards the ring, bouncing to the beat.

Paige: Introducing their opponents, first from Fargo, north Dakota and weighing in at 215 pounds…. CJ Gates!

Gates reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope before springing to his feet and climbing the nearest turnbuckle. He looks out at the fans before he raises his arms up in the air to a loud chorus of cheers from the fans. He climbs back down and removes his cowboy hat and carefully hands it off, before removing his t-shirt.

Chase: Ugh, another CJ Gates appearance? This guy proved to be unworthy when he let his guard down and got booted right out of the Elimination Chamber. And here’s another bad decision actually trusting his onetime nemesis BIGGS!

Harvey: Biggs and Gates were on the same page for a long time in that match, and neither one broke their deal. It’s going to be very interesting to see these two in action together tonight.

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

Paige: And his tag team partner, weighing in at 217 pounds, from Seattle, Washington, Biggs!

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

Harvey: Biggs was seconds away from being a two time Undisputed champion, and gave his all in that match last week! He and Marvin beat the living hell out of each other.

Chase: And there’s no way Biggs can be 100% right now. And how is Level One and CJ going to react to Biggs being the #1 contender for the title? I think we’ll find out in just a few minutes.

Tag Team Match
Level One & John Dionysus vs. CJ Gates & Biggs

C.J. Gates steps into the ring as Biggs steps to the outside onto the apron. Meanwhile on the other side, of the ring, Level One and Dionysus argue about who’s going to start things off. It turns into a shoving match as Level One pushes John Hard against the corner. John comes back with a shove to Level One and the two are in each others faces now screaming back and forth. Level One points to the outside and screams at John who just smiles and throws his hands up. He exits and Level One turns right into a Shining Wizard. CJ runs and springboards off the middle rope and lands a springboard knee drop across Level One’s throat. He makes a cover.

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Harvey: Gates took full advantage of the little bickering between Dionysus and Level One.

Chase: This is ALL John’s fault! If he would have just let the REAL star of this match shine, then none of this woud have happened.

CJ Tags in Biggs who hops onto the top rope and hits a springboard Leg Drop right across the throat of Level One. He poses for the cheering fans for a second and then makes the cover.

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Chase: BIGGS Shouldn’t even be in there, come on ref!

Biggs pulls Level One to his feet and hits a few hard European Uppercuts to the chin. Level One grabs Biggs and turns him into the corner and throws some hard elbows to the head. But Biggs ducks out of one of them and grabs him by the head dropping for the First Contact Reverse DDT! He then Rolls Level One over and locks in a camel Clutch. He throws a few forearms to his head as the ref is there to see if Level one will submit. But Level one spits at the ref and pushes himself up and to a standing position with Biggs on his back. He takes a couple steps and drops back hard to the mat! He rolls over and gets to his feet just as Biggs does. Biggs goes for a flying knee, but Level one ducks underneath and hits a HUGE BIG BOOT!

Harvey: Level One now seems to have gotten the advantage back!.

Chase: Of course he did! He’s the pinnacle of this company, and it’s no surprise that he’s shining in this match full of nobodies. .

Level one pulls Biggs to his feet and drops him with a modified back breaker. He stomps on the back of biggs before going to his legs and turning him over with a Boston Crab! Level One sits back on Biggs who screams in pain. The ref is there but Biggs just shakes his head. Finally after a long struggle, Biggs crawls to the ropes and forces the break of the hold. Level One kicks biggs in the chest as he tries to pull himself up. He kicks him again and again until Biggs manages to get to his feet. But Level One is there and hits a huge release German Suplex that sends Biggs almost completely across the Ring. He then makes his way over and climbs the turnbuckle to the astonishment to EVERYONE in the crowd.

Harvey: What is level One doing up there?.

He leaps off and LANDS his big club of a leg across the neck of Biggs. He stands over his body and taunts him to the dismay of the crowd who boo at him loudly. The boos continue as Level one drops across Biggs and hooks the leg.

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Chase: That just goes to show you that Level One is FULL of surprises!.

Level One screams at the Ref for counting too slow and picks Biggs up. He grabs him by the head and slaps him hard in the face a couple times. He then hooks the head, leaps and drops in the middle of the ring with a killer DDT that has Biggs grasping his head and neck, twitching in pain. Level One covers again.

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Level One then goes over to his corner and screams at John Dionysus telling him it’s his turn. He runs him down for a second then holds his hand out for the tag. John hesitates one second too long and Level One shoves him, screaming for the tag. John answers with a hard tag…. RIGHT TO THE FACE of Level One to the cheers of the fans! He then gets in the ring and goes right for the downed Biggs. But he’s stopped by the hand of Level One who spins him around RIGHT into a hard punch that puts him on his back. Level one smiles while the crowd boos loudly.

Harvey: Level One just attacked his own teammate! What the hell is he doing?

Chase: He’s clearly trying to teach John a lesson! John needs to listen to the 4 time champion and quit pretending he knows what’s best.

John quickly gets back to his feet and casts one quick look to the smiling Level One, but then turns back to the task at hand. But the delay cost him as Biggs stumbles to his feet and tags in C.J. Gates! CJ comes running in with a full head of steam, but John ducks a spinning heel kick and answers with a roundhouse Enziguri that takes CJ down hard. He stomps away at Gates before pulling him to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle following with a punching combination that ends with a huge uppercut that sits CJ down. John back up and runs into the head of Gates with a hard kne to the face. He pulls Gates up one more time and hits a Devil Lock DDT before making the cover.

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Harvey: WHOA! This one was almost over right there as John finally getting some good action in this match!

Chase: He can’t win this match, only Level One has what it takes!

John pulls Gates to his feet, scoops him up and hits a huge fallaway slam that sends Gates nearly out of the ring. John then gets Gates back up and into a reverse Facelock. He pulls him to the center of the ring before dropping the hammer down with a hard forearm smash. He puts him on his shoulders and takes him down with the De Profundis. He makes another cover.

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John pulls Gates up again and whips him into the ropes he goes for a running knee to the face, but Gates has it sized up and rolls out of the way.. He hits the ropes and runs into John, turning and hitting a WHEELBARROW Bulldog in the middle of the ring. He runs to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top. John slowly gets to his feet and Gates leaps off with a Missile Dropkick! Both men are down now as Level One SCREAMS at John to make the tag as Biggs cheers loudly and stomps on the apron trying to get Gates to his feet. Both men slowly pull themselves up. John strikes with a huge right hand, but Gates ducks it, grabs John and hits the Stamp of Approval! He makes the cover.

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Harvey: What a move there out of nowhere by Gates!

Chase: John Dionysus is going to cost his team this match! Come on Level One, do something!

Gates crawls over and makes the tag to Biggs who climbs up to the top rope looking for the UFO Frog Splash, but Level one comes over and shakes the ropes, causing Biggs to lose his footing! Biggs hops off the turnbuckle and Dionysus is right there and hooks him up on top of his shoulders looking for the Midas Touch…. But Biggs floats over it and lands on his feet grabbing John’s head and quickly hitting THE BIG TIME! He covers

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Chase: That’s what I’m talking about!!

Level One now drags John to his corner and tags in his downed body. He comes in the ring and hits a PELE Kick to the face of Biggs and makes the cover.

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Harvey: Another close fall there, and this match is getting out of control!

Chase: Nonsense, Level One is just toying with them before he finishes things off.

He whips Biggs into the ropes, and Gates makes the blind tag! Biggs comes back and is caught by a BELLY TO BELLY that sends him rolling out of the ring. But when Level One turns to survey his damage, he’s hit by a flip over neckbreaker from the top by CJ! He covers.

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Level One rolls away getting up to his feet, but CJ runs and hits a big dropkick that sends Level One over the top rope to the outside, but NOT BEFORE Dionysus tags himself in!

Harvey: And Level One is taken out of the ring HARD landing on the floor! !

Chase: And once again the Ref plays favorites and lets CJ and Biggs do whaever they want.

John sees CJ Running at him full speed from the ropes and manages to hit THE BALLS, a huge spinebuster and goes for a cover.

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He pulls CJ up to his feet and Goes for a Devils Lock DDT, but CJ breaks out and whips John into the ropes. He hits the ropes as well and they both meet in the middle with clotheslines, both men are down on the mat!

Harvey: Whoa! The ring is a warzone right now, but it seems that the battle continues on the outside!

On the outside, Level one and Biggs have begun to all out brawl. Level One shoves Biggs into the steel post and goes for a forearm, but Biggs ducks under and level One hits the steel post. Biggs grabs Level One’s head and SLAMS it off the apron. He then hops on the apron and hooks Level One for a tornado DDT. But Level One catches him and instead runs him back first into the baracade and Biggs crumbles to the ground. Level one digs under the ring and finds a steel chair. He measures up Biggs as the crowd boos loudly…..

Chase: YES! Take him out!.

Level One looks up at the ring and notices that Dionysus has just dropped Gates with the Cerebral Bore. He turns back to Biggs who kicks Level one hard in the gut sending him doubled over to the apron where Level One drops the chair. Biggs hurries to his feet and rolls into the ring as Dionysus is pulling Gates to his feet. He spins him around and hits the SPACED OUT! Gates to the top rope comes off with a GATECRASHER and makes the cover.

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THREE!

Paige: Here are your winners, via pinfall, the team of C.J. Gates and Biggs!

Level One crashes the chair down on the back of Biggs, sending him to the mat.

Harvey: MY GOD! What a cheap shot by Level One there.

Chase: Nothing cheep about that Harvey… he obviously has some unfinished business with Biggs!

Level One laughs as the crowd boos and he stands over Biggs! He raises the chair high over his head before screaming. “YOU DON’T DESERVE THAT TITLE SHOT! IT SHOULD BE MINE!” But just before he slams the chair down on Biggs head the crowd begins cheering loudly.

Harvey: IT’s TERRY MARVIN! The champ Is here!

Terry comes running into the ring and tackles Level One down to the mat. Level One rolls out of the ring and screams at Terry before Gates comes over and begins to brawl with Level One….spilling out into the crowd.

In the ring, Terry helps Biggs to his feet. Biggs shoves him off and gets in attack mode out of instinct. Terry just holds his hands up and explains to Biggs what just happened. The two jaw at each other for a few seconds before engaging in an uncomfortable staredown.

Harvey: What a great match we just witnessed there!

Chase: Pfft, I can go and watch a better match.

Harvey: In his own way, I'm sure my esteemed colleague is trying to say that we've got no intentions of letting that last match be the apex of our show. We've got plenty more wrestling where that came from, but after the break Overdrive gets to say a proper goodbye to the Patron Saint of Professional Wrestling before he makes his official debut on the Asylum brand.

Chase: Good riddance to him.

Harvey: Really? But Keaton Saint has been on Overdrive for months, I thought you'd have a little more empathy.

Chase: But he's not an Overdrive megastar now, is he? Besides he's taking valuable time away from those who deserve it.

Harvey: That may be your opinion but I don't think the fans in attendance agree with you, they're as excited as I am to find out what Keaton Saint has to say before he leaves the premier brand of wrestling.

Chase: He'll say he's on a journey where he can be a mediocre megastar elsewhere, Haha!

Harvey: I'm sure it'll be something more enthusiastic than that. Keaton Saint's final chapter, coming right up after the break.

[Johnny Rebel]

Overdrive returns from a commercial break with the camera focused on the ring but this quickly changes to a view of the commentary table where Harvey and Chase are both looking into a monitor.

Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen, we're back from a commercial break and entering what appears to be a chaotic moment. During the break an incident seems to have occurred backstage which we're just getting news about right now. We're about to get an update from Cindy Shannon on the situation which apparently concerns Keaton Saint.

Chase: He was due to be out here by now, maybe someone else decided the right thing was to stop him taking the spotlight away from others.

Harvey: You're a cruel man sometimes. Cindy, can you update us in any way?

We cut to the camera following Cindy Shannon in the backstage area. Shannon continues towards the carpark where an ambulance can be seen loading a patient of some kind.

Shannon: Chase might have some hidden psychic ability because from what I can confirm, Keaton Saint has been assaulted and he's currently being loaded up into the ambulance behind me.

Shannon points the camera to the ambulance where we can get a clear view of what appears to be Saint, who is unresponsive as he is being loaded into the ambulance.

Harvey: Any news on what happened exactly?

Shannon: Reports are sketchy at the moment but I did get the chance to speak with one of our backstage staff members who found Saint during the commercial break. What he was able to confirm was that Saint had been found unconscious backstage and he wasn't responding to the voice or touch of anyone around him, backstage staff are currently doing a clean-up of the area and it's not pretty.

Harvey: Are you saying that saint was involved in a fight of some kind?

Shannon: I can't say for certain but everything is pointing to Keaton Saint being assaulted from behind and left for someone else to come across. Until Saint recovers we're not going to be able to uncover anything else, back to you guys.

The camera cuts right back to the commentary table.

Harvey: I guess we're stuck for news until we get something from the local medical center. For anyone who wants to keep updated on those developments please keep your eyes peeled on the APW website if we are unable to report any developments during this broadcast.

Chase: Just so you know, this wasn't my doing.

Harvey: Even if I did think that, you've been here the entire time!

Chase: But at least someone out there did the right thing!

Harvey: Putting a man in the hospital is the right thing?

Chase: Well at least it frees up space for somebody else to entertain the crowd.

Harvey: We've got some sort of unknown attacker in the arena and you're not bothered by this?

Chase: Why should I be? They didn't attack me. Considering the megastar about to come out I'd say this was a blessing.

Harvey: You can be really disturbing sometimes.

Chase: It's a gift.

The camera cuts to the stage, indicating the imminent arrival of a megastar to fill what would have been Keaton Saint's slot of time. The crowd are understandably concerned but their attention turns to the stage as they await the beginning of our next match. Nicky Paige's introductions break the silence.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a non-title match!

The lights in the area quickly cut out. The fans are abuzz, and the electricity in the air is met with one lyric.

“ALL OF THE LIGHTS”

Fireworks go off in time with the bass to the song as a large, dark silhouette appears on the stage. It stands still as a statue as the music continues and the capacity crowd cheers its collective heart out.

Paige: From New York City! Weighing 275 pounds...THE BIG APPLE ASSKICKER, A.C. SMITH!!!!!

Harvey: A.C. Smith came up just short in the Falls Count Anywhere Triple Threat Match at One Night in Hell! And while he was impressive in that match, how impressive would it be if he can knock off the champion here tonight in a non-title match!?

Chase: It would be huge! We already know that at Christmas Chaos, it'll be Terry Marvin versus Biggs for the title, but if A.C. Smith could win here tonight, well, you'd have to think he'd be in line for an Undisputed Title shot somewhere down the line!

The lights slowly come back on around the building, and only now does the big man move down the aisle. He confidently surveys the scene around him and touches the outstretched hands of fans as the chorus kicks in.

“Turn up the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
Turn up the lights in here, baby
You know what I need
Want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the liiiiights”

Smith soaks in the admiration as he pauses just for a moment at the ringside steps. However, the multiple-time world champion quickly pops up to the apron, runs to the opposite turnbuckle, and poses atop it to more cheers from the crowd. After a few seconds, Smith pivots and jumps down to the ring, where he begins to loosen up for his upcoming match.

The lights dim down as the vocal introduction to “Hate Me Now” is played. Blue and silver lights illuminate the entrance way and Pyro goes off as soon as the music kicks in. "The Real Show" Terry Marvin enters the arena to a thunderous ovation, and holds his APW Undisputed Championship high before making his way down the ramp, slapping fives with the fans all the way down.

Paige: And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 245 pounds, he is the APW Undisputed Champion, “The Real Show” Terry Marvin!

Chase: Terry was sure put through hell a week and a half ago in Tokyo, but he survived with his APW Undisputed Championship intact!

Harvey: It was an impressive showing for sure, in what many have called the biggest Undisputed Championship match in APW history! He outlasted four former world champions, as well as a very game Chris Hart!

He rolls into the ring and poses on the turnbuckle, holding his arms out like the people should worship him. They shower him with affection. As Terry dismounts the turnbuckle and hands his belt off, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Non-Title Match
“The Real Show” Terry Marvin vs. “The Big Apple A$$Kicker” A.C. Smith

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Terry starts the match off by extending his hand outwards towards A.C., who looks at him suspiciously. Terry insists that he's on the level, and after some prompting from the fans, A.C. finally accepts the handshake. Once the two men release their grip on the handshake, they immediately lock up in the middle of the ring, with A.C. overpowering Terry, shoving him right down to the mat! The crowd seems to be split about 50-50 in the early moments of the match, as the shove recieves a very mixed reaction. Terry makes his way back up and locks up with Smith once more, and again, he's shoved hard down to the mat, landing on his bottom! A.C. is quick to react, running in to give Terry a Boot to the Face, but Terry just barely dodges it and reaches up from behind A.C. as he puts on the breaks, rolling him up with a School Boy, 1
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Chase: Terry Marvin showing some craftiness early in this match! He knows he can't match A.C. in a power game, so he used the tie-ups to bait A.C. into a false sense of security! The thing is, it almost worked!

Both men are quick to their feet, and begin to trade punches, back and forth.

Harvey: I'm not so sure Terry should be trading punches with A.C. Smith this early in the match! A.C. is an adept striker, and strong to boot!

A.C. uses his superior strength to break through Terry's defenses, shanking him with a Forearm Smash that sends the champ staggering a bit! A.C. then pulls him in for a Double Leg Takedown, followed up by even more punches! Terry sticks his leg out to just barely get his foot on the ropes, and the ref begins the five count, prompting A.C. to break immediately. He gives Terry time to get up, and runs right in, taking him back down to the mat with a Running Lariat! As Terry makes his way back up, he gets nailed with another Running Lariat, and then a third, a fourth, and a fifth Running Lariat! The fans supporting A.C. are going wild, as the Terry Marvin fans boo loudly! After the fifth Running Lariat, A.C. Smith reaches down and pulls Terry up by the head, pulling him in and delvering a Gutwrench Powerbomb! He goes for his first cover of the match, 1
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”LET'S GO TERRY!”

“A.C. SMITH!”

“LET'S GO TERRY!”

“A.C. SMITH!”

Dueling chants get going as A.C. starts to pull Terry up, but the champ responds with a sharp elbow to the midsection! He gives A.C. a few more shots to the midsection before making his way up to his feet and taking A.C. down with a Snapmare, followed up with a Dropkick to the back of the head! With A.C. down, Terry grabs a hold of the top rope and begins to stomp him repeatedly, the crowd counting along with each stomp!

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Harvey: It's going to take more than that to keep a competitor like A.C. Smith down!

Chase: You can't blame Terry for trying though! Considering the hell he put his body through at One Night in Hell, you gotta know he would like this match to end sooner rather than later!

Terry presses his advantage, motioning for A.C. to get up. As he does, Terry runs right in, nailing with an Enziguri that sends Smith stumbling forward into the ropes! Terry pulls him back off, and takes him down with an Edge-o-Matic! He goes for another pin, 1
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Chase: Terry Marvin has taken control of this match, and it appears that he's focusing on A.C. Smith's head! Very sound strategy!

Terry grabs a hold of A.C.'s head, pulling him up, but A.C. explodes up, taking him down to the mat with another Double Leg Takedown! He gives Terry a few more Forearm Smashes to the face before pulling him up and shooting him towards the ropes! A.C. catches Terry on the rebound, hoisting him up and driving him into the mat with a Samoan Drop! Terry holds his midsection in pain as A.C. pulls him up again whips him towards the ropes once more, this time catching him in a lightning quick Powerslam! He hooks the leg, 1
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Chase: That was too close for comfort for the champ!

A.C. is feeling it and he pulls Terry up once more, Body Slamming him hard into the mat! He then walks over to the ropes, grabbing a hold of the top rope, and shaking it wildly as the fans react loudly! Smith then heads over to Terry, pulling him and hoisting him into a Gorilla Press position, dropping him hard to the mat! He then runs towards the ropes, bouncing off for momentum and goes for the Big Apple A$$Kicker! However, Terry rolls out of the way at the last moment, causing A.C. to crash hard into the mat! As A.C. makes his way up, Terry pulls him in and gives him the Side Effect! A.C. rolls over onto his belly, and Terry is quick to latch on the Show's Over! A.C. tries to power his way out, but Terry has the hold on deep in the center of the ring, and before long, Smith has no choice but to Tap Out! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Terry Marvin[/center]

Paige: Here is your winner, the APW Undisputed Champion, Terry Marvin!

Harvey: A.C. Smith put up one heck of a fight against the champion, but all it took was one mistake for Terry Marvin to capitalize and pick up the win!

Chase: Terry Marvin is the APW Undisputed Champion for a reason, and tonight, he proved once again why he's the top guy in APW!

“Hate Me Now” blares over the speakers as Terry's arm is raised and his title is handed back to him. A.C. rolls out of the ring and heads towards the back as Terry raises the APW Undisputed Championship high in the air in the center of the ring! While Terry is celebrating, Biggs makes his way out onto the ramp, clapping mockingly for the champion as he celebrates his win!

Harvey: Oh great, this is just great! Biggs is out here mocking Terry Marvin after a hard fought win, even though he told Terry he respected him earlier tonight! This is ridiculous!

Chase: No it's not! He's clapping for Terry Marvin! He congratulating him!

Terry looks up towards Biggs with a look that says, “What gives, man?” while Biggs continues to clap for him.

Harvey: Biggs is trying to get inside the head of the champion before their big match at Christmas Chaos!

Chase: Biggs thinks the Terry Marvin is not being honest with these fans, so maybe he's trying to get Terry to snap or something?

Biggs is still clapping, while Terry tries to ignore him, celebrating his victory. We cut to the backstage area where our crowd cheers as the camera pans in on John Dionysus, who is just a few moments removed from his tag team matchup. John is still in his ring attire and wipes sweat from his face with a white hand-towel.

Hey!

Dionysus looks up at whomever it is that may have rudely stormed into his room.

Dionysus: Evan. I’m glad you dropped by. I wanted to say...

Evan: Shut up! Who the hell do you think you are?

Taken aback by that outburst, Dionysus takes a moment to regain his composure before replying.

Dionysus: Hold on a second. What’s going on?

Evan: Don’t play the innocent with me. What business did you have coming down to the ring during my match earlier tonight? You-- you had Biggs and CJ Gates to contend with and you still had the time to stick your nose in my business? What is WITH you? Why do-- why do I see your face every single time I'm about to have a match, and now DURING my matches?

Dionysus: Look I just wanted to get a look-

Evan: Don't give me that sh-!

He is interrupted by Dionysus lifting a hand up and giving Evan a sharp glare, showing minor impatience with the former Xtreme Champion for the first time.

Dionysus: Listen to me, Evan. I’ve told you already it doesn’t have to be this way. You don’t have to act this way; you’re talent means you don’t need to find the short cuts or play some ‘character’ that draws attention like some misbehaving kid. You don’t have to be like every other two-dime wrestler; there is a higher path you can take-

Evan: I'm not like every other wrestler. I'm better, John. I'm better. I'm the MegaMegaStar.

Dionysus: Yeah. I can see you have that potential. But really? Take a look at yourself first Evan. Don’t get me wrong, kid, you’ve got every tool in the box needed to make a great champion, but you’ve not exactly set the world alight. You got it in you, I know that much, but you need to forget about this notion that the world didn't exist before you turned up.

Evan: What’s that supposed to mean?

Dionysus: I’m just saying, you’d do well to pay heed to the path set down by those who came before you. You know, there was a guy around here blazing a trail as the Xtreme Champion long before anyone considered giving you a contract. Long, long before people cared.

The D.C. crowd cheers at Dionysus' statements and Evan narrows his eyes at the man. He opens his mouth ever so slightly, but doesn't say anything. He backs away from John and turns, walking out of the door-- but stops.

Evan stops in the doorway and pivots, glaring at Dionysus, fully prepared to say something, or return back to the man...

...But again, backs away, to the frustration of those in attendance at D.C. He scoffs at Dionysus and turns, making his way away from the locker room and down the corridor. Thumping, and crashing can be heard all the way down while crew members groan and complain at the ruckus. The camera fades to black as John Dionysus looks on with a look of bemusement, hinting at a slight feeling of disappointment and rejection.

[Johnny Rebel]

Overdrive comes back from commercial where Nicky Paige is standing in the ring with a microphone in hand.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the new general manager of Overdrive... Johnny Diamond!

The crowd erupts in applause as Johnny Diamond comes walking through the entrance curtain with his trusty clipboard tucked neatly across his chest. He slaps a few hands as he makes his way ringside, dipping underneath the middle rope, and grabbing the microphone from Paige's outstretched hand.

Diamond: It's my pleasure to be here on Overdrive and to serve the APW faithful! I'm proud of what we have accomplished in just a few short months on Meltdown... but tonight begins a new chapter! You have come to expect a certain quality of action here on Overdrive and I know that the APW megastars will continue to thrive under my leadership.

The fans approve of Diamond's comments, and show him by a round of applause.

Diamond: Now, as we're on to...

Diamond is interrupted by the eruption of the capacity crowd as President Jeff appears on the big screen with a smirk on his face.

President Jeff: There is nothing more exciting than the exuberance of a newly appointed general manager! Johnny Diamond has proven himself worthy of such an undertaking by his performance running Monday Night Meltdown since it's inception last Spring. I toiled over the decision to temporarily remove myself from Overdrive but leaving the show in Diamond's hands helped relieve that knot in my stomach. However, the show is only a few hours old, and I just can't shake the feeling that anarchy is brewing in the locker room. After all, you did allow Meltdown to reach unruly levels of disobedience before leaving. Already this evening I've seen Level-One and Kurt Noble walk all over you.

Diamond glances at the screen with a slightly confused look on his face.

Diamond: I assure you that everything here is one-hundred percent under control. I have my people stationed at prime locations across the building to maintain order and control.

Jeff isn't convinced of Diamond's plans.

President Jeff: Unfortunately for you, I've already made my decision. I can't sit idly by and watch you ruin sink the ship that I captained for the past four years. I'm hereby stripping you of your duties as general manager of Overdrive. I'm not a gutless bastard - I'm not putting you on the streets. You'll be the assistant to the general manager with an emphasis on making sure the megastars have everything they need.

Diamond: You can't do this! I have a contract! I have lawyers that will burn this place to the ground! You cannot, no, you will not, reduce me to a backstage gopher for the likes of Michael Lively!

President Jeff: You seem to act like you have a choice in the matter. I've had my lawyers look over everything in your contract and you still answer to me. You can either take your demotion in stride or there will be someone in the back waiting to escort you from the building.

An extremely loud, "na-na-na-na, hey-hey, goodbye" song breaks out across the Washington D.C. crowd as Diamond stomps around the ring and kicks the bottom rope. It seems as if the crowd has made their turn on him, and Jeff's options weren't thrilling for the former Meltdown general manager.

President Jeff: In the meantime, I'm sure you're wondering who your new boss is going to be. When I knew that you weren't going to work out as the face of Overdrive, I opened up the search for a new general manager and you'd be shocked to see how many resumes we received. It seems that everybody wants a piece of Overdrive and a chance to be a part of the best thing going in wrestling today. After careful consideration, I made my choice, and I simply couldn't walk away from the financial investment that my choice offered in the company. The person is no-stranger to Overdrive and while we have certainly had our disagreements in the past... I've been promised that those feelings have been buried and together, we'll put our best foot forward on Overdrive. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the new general manager of APW's Overdrive...

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The three words dance across the big screen as the fans begin to boo immediately. Johnny Diamond is beyond himself as Johnny Rebel comes strutting out on the entrance ramp, in a suit, and in what is certainly a way of mocking Johnny Diamond, a clipboard tucked underneath his arm. He applauds the Overdrive fans, and pulls a microphone out from underneath his suit jacket.

Rebel: It feels *so* good to be back on Overdrive! I was out on the street and looking for a job - those fools in the Asylum Elimination Chamber put me on the shelf for the time being when I stumbled upon a distraught President Jeff! I offered him my services and slipped him a few twenties from the Rebel-brand kitty, and here I am! Diamond, I think you're going to enjoy working with, I mean, under me. I vowed over a year ago that I'd turn Overdrive in to Johnny Rebel Pro Wrestling and believe me when I say... I didn't disappoint! APW, you're in for a treat, and that's all that I have to say about that. It's time to clean up this joint and it begins with guys like Kurt Noble and Level-One! Simply put? It's time for a Rebel awakening!

Diamond looks distraught and rejected in the middle of the ring as Rebel holds his arms up in the air.

Harvey: I can't believe this, Johnny! Diamond has been reduced to a road agent and Johnny Rebel is officially in charge on Overdrive.

Chase: This is the greatest thing that's ever happened to this franchise, Darren. You need to quit yer' belly-achin! This is the hope and change that we've been promised. The APW will never be the same!

Harvey: We'll be right back with more Overdrive after this!

[Johnny Rebel]

Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is the main event of the evening!

The arena lights dim as the opening chords of "Sieben" by Subway to Sally blare over the arena's loudspeakers. The fans jump to their feet amidst a chorus of boos as the APWtron crackles to life with a revolving pair of gold letters: A.G.

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 215 lbs., and representing Eberswalde, Germany... Azrael Goeren!

A massive red and gold pyro explosion goes off at the top of the ramp and rattles the arena as the curtain is pulled back and Azrael Goeren calmly makes his way out to greet his "adoring" fans. Goeren is dressed in a pair of disturbingly tight black leather pants along with a mesh top and bright red ring boots. He flashes his trademark smirk and blows kisses to each side of the arena before slowly making his way down the ramp. As he approaches the ring, red and gold glitter begins to fall from the rafters as Azrael basks in his overproduced entrance.

He finally makes it to ringside but stops and tries to slap hands with a few fans nearby who predictably recoil away from him. He slides underneath the bottom rope and climbs to the second turnbuckle, glaring out at the seething audience with another twisted grin before jumping down and reclining up against the ring ropes.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 190 lbs., and representing Calgary, Alberta, Canada... Chris Hart!

Get up, get down, lose that sound …
Drop the Bass!

The lights in the arena are down as the opening beat of Cinema hit’s the dark arena as Chris Hart emerges from the back with pink laser lights flashing all around the arena. The pulsing beat and laser lights show continue as he walks down the ring and slides into the ring. Going to the far corner, Chris climbs the turnbuckle and throws one arm up in the air and looks out at the cheering crowd. Chris flips off the rope and stares down his opponent, waiting for the bell to start the match.

Main Event
Azrael Goeren vs. Chris Hart

The bell rings, and the two lock horns in the middle of the ring. Goeren uses his size advantage to whip Hart over in a side headlock, wrenching tightly, before Hart gives him a few shots to the kidneys and breaks free of the hold. Hart boots him in the stomach and then runs off the ropes, but as he comes back, Goeren is waiting, and lifts him for a side-walk slam, but Hart counters with a headscissor takedown, sending Goeren sliding across the ring. Both megastars are up on one knee, and ready to pounce again as the APW crowd applauds in approval of the fast and furious start to the match. Hart is the first to his feet and charges at Goeren with his arm extended for a clothesline, but Goeren ducks, and sends Hart charging towards the ropes. He leaps up, using the middle rope as a springboard, and sends himself backwards with a springboard back-elbow that catches Goeren across the jaw. Goeren stumbles backwards but doesn't get knocked off his feet as Hart tries to catch him sleeping with an arm-drag but Goeren stops it, hops across with a reversal, and sends Hart flying with his own arm-drag. Goeren shoves Hart down on the mat as he's trying to get up with his boot, and follows it up with a series of kicks to the head of Chris Hart. Now that the match has finally slowed down, Goeren is happy to grab Hart's leg, step over and drop to the mat with a grapevine, wrenching on the hamstring of Chris Hart.

Harvey: That's the best thing Azrael Goeren can do right now - keep Hart from flipping all over that ring! He's dangerous through the air.

Chase: Goeren isn't a slouch either, Darren. If I'm Hart, I'm doing everything I can to keep this match off of the mat! Azrael is a technician!

Hart catches just enough of Goeren with a series of stomps to break the hold but the move has done enough damage to ground Hart momentarily. Chris tries to shake off the effects but can't, and is forced to eat a clubbing forearm from Goeren. Hart is backed up against the turnbuckle, as Goeren steps back, and then lunged forward with a high knee that catches Hart across the chin. Chris folds to the mat, as Azrael leans over his chest, and the referee jumps in to place to make the pinfall attempt...

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Harvey: Close call there but you're going to need a lot more than that to finish Chris Hart this early in the match. Goeren has faced some of the best of the best but Chris Hart might be the best he's ever been in the ring with!

Chase: Right now, I don't think it matters, Darren. Azrael is on a mission to make his first match in the APW successful.

Hart gets up rolls to the outside apron in an effort to catch a breather. Goeren toys with him, swatting at him with right hands, but Hart has enough wherewithal to duck underneath and dodge a few. Goeren's had enough and kicks Hart in the stomach and torpedo's him back in the ring with a handful of hair. Azrael scoops Hart up in a suplex position and holds him straight in the air, posing for each side of the ring, as the fans boo at Goeren's attempt at showing off. He eventually drops down on the man with a Hangmen's Neckbreaker that sees Hart bounce off the mat in an awkward position. Goeren isn't done - he grabs Hart and wraps his arms around his waist, sending him over the top with a bridging German-suplex, as the referee slaps the mat...

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Harvey: Hart showing some resolve here... I thought that Azrael had him there!

Chase: You know that somewhere in the back of Chris Hart's mind, he's thinking about Kurt Noble! Noble has been on a rampage tonight and Hart has been the subject of his many rants.

Azrael looks at the referee and claps his hands three times in protest of a perceived slow count. The referee shakes his head in disagreement and Goeren moves over to Hart in a stalking like fashion. Chris lies face down on the mat as Goeren straddles him and begins slapping him on the back of the head... taunting the downed megastar. The fans immediately begin to show their displeasure for the German competitor but he doesn't give them the satisfaction of a response. He peels Hart up and off the mat, and throws him in the corner turnbuckle, watching Hart slam hard against the padding. He stumbles out as Goeren sends him to the opposite side of the ring with equal force and Hart remains in the corner this time. Goeren walks caddy-corner across the ring and charges forward towards Chris Hart, who's holding himself up only by the ropes and corner turnbuckle. Goeren leaps, but at the last possible second, Hart dips out of the way and Goeren crashes hard in the corner, the steel post catching the side of his head. Azrael lays there in the corner, as Hart struggles to his feet.

Harvey: This is the opening that Chris Hart needed to get back in this match! Goeren miscalculated and found himself tasting the unforgiving steel of the post!

Chase: Hart has taken a lot of damage, I'm not sure that he has enough left to gain the advantage.

Hart proves Johnny Chase wrong and punts Goeren across the stomach and sends him bouncing off the top rope and down on the apron outside of the ring. Hart runs against the ropes and baseball slides in to the side of Goeren's head, and watches as he slams hard against the outside guardrail. Hart's in significant pain but doesn't stop him from climbing to the top rope - as the rans rise in anticipation. Hart leaps off with an elbow drop on to the outside of the ring, on top of Goeren, and both men writhe in agony. Goeren took the majority of the impact, and it shows as Hart is the first up and rolls back in the ring, albeit tucking his elbow in tight. The referee starts his count and waits for Goeren to get back in the ring:

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Harvey: Welcome to the APW, Goeren!

Hart pounds away with a series of rights and lefts, causing Goeren to cover himself with his elbows over his head. Hart doesn't relent and pulls Goeren's hair to get him back up to his feet. He Irish-whips Goeren in to the ropes, and as he comes back, sends him spinning over with an arm-drag, when Goeren pops back up almost immediately, and Hart follows with another one. Azrael refuses to stay down and Hart continues with his third arm-drag. Goeren stumbles up but Chris is waiting with a running hurricanrana and follows over in a sitting position, reaching back to hook the right leg, and the referee is ready to count...

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Hart leaps back up to his feet and Goeren stands wobbly in front of him. Chris springboards off the ropes and while grabbing the back of Goeren's head, leaps in the air with a single-handed bulldog. Goeren crashes hard on the mat, but pounces back up, where Hart is waiting again with a inside cradle before Goeren even knows what's going on! The referee counts and the crowd gasps in anticipation...

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Hart, frustrated at his inability to keep Goeren down, meets Azrael in the middle of the ring with a fury - the two charge at one another and end up down on the mat with a double clothesline. The match is starting to take it's toll on both men, and it's showing by the time it takes for them to get back up off the mat. The crowd is rooting on Hart and jeering Goeren at the same time as they both seemingly find their balance at the same time. Hart comes rushing in but Goeren takes him down with a double leg takedown, crossing Hart's legs and flipping him over in The Officially Licensed Azrael Goeren Cloverleaf. Hart struggles to break free and fights with everything he has to get to the ropes so the referee will break the hold... but he comes up short. With nowhere to go, Hart is forced to tap.

Paige: Here is your winner, via submission, Azrael Goeren!

The bell rings, ending the match-up…and not a moment later, “Earthquake” blasts through the speakers! Azrael stands up, his eyes locked on the stage. Unfortunately for him, he misses Noble hoping over the guard-rail behind the ring!

Harvey: Noble’s going to Azrael! These two have a long stories past in the CWC…and it looks like we know who Noble blames for his Elimination Chamber loss!

Chase: Ah, good old Kurt Noble. Now he’s moved onto foreigners!

Noble takes his tag title belt in hand, and rolls into the ring, poaches behind Azrael with the belt in hand! The crowd is in a frenzy as Azrael stands erect, before turning towards Noble! Azrael ducks as Noble doesn’t move, but Noble moves after a moment…

SLAMMING CHRIST HART IN THE FACE WITH THE BELT!

Harvey: OH MY GOD!

Chase: YOU OWE ME FIVE DOLLARS!

The cheers ERUPT into boos as Noble’s grin turns into a blank stare, as he looks down at a nearly unconscious Chris Hart!! Noble says nothing as he looks at Azrael, who looks stunned. He shakes his head, mutters something in German, and bails out of the ring! Noble turns back to Chris, before grabbing a microphone.

Noble: You. Are. Dead.

“YOU SUCK!

“YOU SUCK!”

Noble: I told you Chris…I TOLD you that I trusted you because you’re my tag team partner, and I meant what I said. That’s why, after what you’ve done to me…after what you STOLE FROM ME…Noble-Hart is dead.

Chris struggles to move, but Noble place his boot against Chris’s throat!

Noble: But I’m not doing this for me and you Chris…I’m doing this for a certain someone. So, why don’t you come out Mr. Diamond? We’ve got a negotiation here, now don’t we?

Noble presses his boot down on Chris’s throat as the crowd continues onward!

“YOU SUCK!”

Suddenly, Johnny Diamond steps through the curtain, staring down a grinning Kurt Noble.

Noble: Ah, boss! Thought you’d want to see this!

Diamond: You son of a-

Noble: SHUT UP! SHUT! UP! It’s MY turn to talk, NOT yours!

Diamond lowers his microphone as Noble continues.

Noble: I told you I’ve changed Johnny…and I have. I’m no longer going to sit around while my “friends” betray me. My wife attacks me, and costs me MY belt…and then my best friend does the SAME thing! Everyone I’ve ever loved, and cared about…they’re dead to me. That means one thing to you, Johnny…from this moment onward, Noble-Hart is relinquishing the tag team title belts.

Chris struggles, reaching up for Noble, but Noble simply kicks him in the head!

Diamond: Stop this Kurt! We are NOT going to have things end this way! You will NOT bully me like you like bullied everyone else around you!

Noble grins…before reaching down, lifting up Hart, and dropping him with the Noble Neckbreaker! He stands up, grinning.

Noble: You sure about that?

Diamond’s nostrils flare as Noble grins.

Diamond: Mr. Noble, this is a TEAM decision, and I will not have you destroy this company’s tag team division with a selfish move like this!

Noble just shrugs, lifts up Hart…and slams him with another Noble Neckbreaker! Diamond scowls as Hart’s nose is now bleeding a bit.

Noble: You hear him objecting? I sure as Hell don’t!

Diamond: Kurtis-

Noble picks up a clearly unconscious Chris Hart, and slams him with another Noble Neckbreaker! Noble stands up, his hands and chest covered in some of Hart’s blood.

Noble: HOW MUCH MORE BLOOD HAS TO BE SHED BEFORE I GET WHAT’S MINE?! YOU WILL GIVE ME MY MATCH AT CHRISTMAS CHAOS, OR I’LL BREAK HIS NECK!

Noble’s face is inflamed as he stars down Diamond, who glances at the bloodied Chris Hart. Noble reaches down for him, when…

Diamond: Wait!

Noble stops.

Diamond: I…I hereby strip you and Chris Hart of the tag team titles immediately...

Noble: …And?

Noble places his boot as Hart’s throat.

Diamond:…And, at Christmas Chaos, it’s going to be Kurt Noble…versus Chris Hart!

Noble smiles, before tossing the bloodied belts on Hart.

Noble: I told you I’d get my revenge…and now you can’t [stop me.

“FUCK YOU NOBLE!”

Harvey: I just…I can’t believe it. It was all an act designed to get this match. Goddamit Kurt…what’ve you done?

Chase: What he should have done all along!

Harvey: We have to cut away ladies and gentlemen; hopefully, we’ll have the answers behind this disgusting attack next week. Goodnight everyone.

The show fades as Noble exits the ring, walking right past the EMTs with a broad smile on his face…