Meltdown - Harrisburg, PA - November 12th 2012

[T-Marv]

The show opens up in the office of new GM Alexander Duvall who sits behind his desk in his nice comfy chair with a cup of tea in his hand. He takes one sip before smiling and setting it down on the desk. He smiles at the cameras.

Mr. Duvall: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the newest edition of Meltdown. You see, when Jeff hired me to take over this failing brand, he did so because of my outstanding record of righting sinking ships as I did for years in England making people billions of dollars.

He smiles and leans over the desk clasping his hands together.

Mr. Duvall: Where Johnny diamond failed I will succeed, beginning with the pathetic depression that is the APW Tag Team Division. Last week, my predecessor gave into pressure from the talent, an amateur move to say the least, and stripped Kurt Noble and Chris Hart of their APW Tag Team Championships. Well, their loss is my gain!

He smiles again and reaches under the desks putting both tag titles on top of the desk.

Mr. Duvall: As you all know, I have created the ultimate in Tag Team tournaments to crown a new #1 contender. But with recent developments, it doesn’t seem like a number one contender is the best of ideas. So therefore, the winners of this tournament will NOT become contenders to the titles.

He flashes a quick smile.

Mr. Duvall: They will be champions! That’s right, the three final teams in this tournament will do battle to see who is the brand new APW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!

He lets this news soak in and bows his head.

Mr. Duvall: Please, please hold your applause, I know how much you love me right now. So, please, take this gift of mine and enjoy the rest of your show!

The scene slowly fades to the opening shot….

The crowd in Harrisburg is off the hook as the opening theme rings through out the arena. The crowd cheers loudly as the camera pans over fans who are excited for this edition of meltdown. We see some of the signs being held up: "I demand a Recount: ELECT CALLAHAN", "Noble be trippin", "Donkey Punch tastes like Donkey Piss", and "Will you marry me AJP?"

We cut to ringside as Shane West and Dick Harris are ready for our first match of the evening.

West: You ready to get started? The great APW fans here in Harrisburg sure are!

Harris: Of course they are, Meltdown is the most interesting thing to happen to this city since the Civil War. I'm amazed this city even has an arena for us, I assumed we'd be holding this show out in some abandoned steel mill.

West: Way to insult an entire city only a few moments into the broadcast.

Harris: I try my best.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is an Extreme Rules match!

West: I'm incredibly excited for this one. We've got four men who are making their APW debuts tonight in one of the most violent matches possible. Anything goes in this one folks, no count-outs...no disqualifications.

Harris: If I don't see someone set on fire before this one is over, I'm demanding my money back.

Paige: Introducing first, he hails from Edinburgh, Scotland and weighs in tonight at 260 pounds...EVAN MCDONALD!

The opening drumbeat to "A Devil In God's Country" by Lamb of God blares over the PA system and once the riff starts Evan McDonald comes out with a cocky smirk on his face, he kisses an attractive woman at ringside before he rolls into the ring and poses for the crowd as they boo him.

West: Quite the ladies man we have on our hands with McDonald. Can't say the fans are too appreciative of that elitist attitude though.

Harris: Unlike you Shane, McDonald is cultured. Why don't you go back to your Ramen Noodles and Coors Light and let this man work?

Paige: Introducing next, from Monclova, Coahuila, Mexico...weighing in tonight at 231 pounds...MASCARA!

The industrial lights of the arena dim down before getting replaced by lighting that gives off a gold yet blueish setting to the venue. A very brief intermission from the new hue of the facility ensues, but seconds later, everything comes back to life. A huge guitar track smashes through the speakers, playing out The Prince of Masks, Mascara. The hit “Lights Out” by POD then kicks into high gear.

Mascara rips the drapes open and walks out onto the stage. His head moves from side to side as he is, presumably, looking through the cheering fans. He points to a random supporter that is holding up a sign that reads, “ La cara de la nueva generaion!” as he nods his head. The luchador hops down the entrance ramp while handing out the random high five to the people near the barricades.

After only a couple seconds, he reaches the ring. He leaps from the floor onto the ring apron before griping the top rope with both of his hands. Mascara squats down as he proceeds to leap up and somersault into the ring landing on his feet, showing off his gracefulness. He jogs to the turnbuckle furthest away from him and leaps onto the second rope. The spotlights shines on the Luchador's mask as it reflects a blinding light if looking at him from the right angle. Mascara hops off of the turnbuckle and leans against the ropes as McDonald angrily yells at him from across the ring.

West: What a huge reaction for international star Máscara! A lot of our more savvy fans recognize him from his time down in the Mexican promotions and I know the forums on APW.com have been on fire all week long with his YouTube highlights.

Harris: I don't trust this guy at all.

West: Let me guess. Because he wears a mask?

Harris: No, some of my best friends wear masks. I don't trust him because the production value of some of those YouTube videos you mentioned were just lousy.

West: I don't think he has any say over who films him and what they use to...

Harris: Excuses, excuses. I don't trust him, I tells ya!

Paige: Introducing next, he hails from Hollywood, California and weighs in at 239 pounds..."GOLDEN BOY" CHRISTOPHER GUNN!

The guitar riffs of "Dance Party Plus" by Head Automatica fill the arena as confetti cannons shoot from the sides of the entrance ramp. "The Golden Boy" Christopher Gunn makes his appearance, gyrating his hips, which drive all the ladies in the crowd wild. The pomp and circumstance continues until Gunn gets in the ring, removing his trademark boxing gloves, slinging them over the top rope to his "agent" Flash Williams on the outside of the ring. Gunn takes a few more seconds to pose for the crowd on the turnbuckle until he drops down and claps his hands in excitement.

Harris: Now this guy, I love.

West: Of course you do. He's an arrogant, brash egomaniac who thinks the world adores him.

Harris: Just because you can't spot talent doesn't mean you need to be crabby, Shane. Look at that attitude! Look at that physique!

West: Look at that hustler Flash Williams on the outside. I guess he's going to be allowed to stick around for this match considering its held under no disqualification rules. I'll give Gunn credit, he's someone who has built up a huge celebrity status in Japan with his flamboyant style...we'll see how it translates into APW.

Paige: Your final competitor is from Atlanta, Georgia and weighs in tonight at 215 pounds...he is "The King of ATL"...SCRAP!

Without warning, what some would consider a rather thug-ish beat hits the audio system and pumps the bass out. The crowd reacts in a 50/50 reaction not quite sure what to think of the superstar coming to the ring. Scrap approaches the top of the entrance with a slow suave swagger. He stops moving but his black Diamond chain continues to sway across his chest. His attire consists of his chain, a set of tan work boots, Jeans with a belt and basketball shorts underneath and his much needed elbow pads.

The camera stops atop the entrance way before panning out to the crowd. Even those that are not his biggest fans still bop their heads to the music and The King now continues down the ramp. A few fans are acknowledged by Scrap as he silently raps the words to himself, keeping himself in a zone that no one can snap him out of. He now reaches the side of the ring and rolls himself under the bottom of the rope and hops right back up to a vertical position. Scrap puts on a show for the folks and preforms what some know as "The Kings Dance". Some cheer, some jeers as others just don't know what to say as he finishes his dance and stares out at the other three men in the ring.

West: The street-savy Scrap making his entrance here, this is a guy who is definitely used to fighting against superior numbers. I had a chance to talk to him before the show tonight and he mentioned to me that three-on-one fights growing up on the streets were a daily occurrence for him.

Harris: They probably wanted to beat him up for those dance moves.

West: Why don't you say that to his face?

Harris: Uhhh...I'd uhhh...hey look, the match is about to start! Let's focus on our job here!

The referee takes a moment to make sure everyone is ready before he calls for the bell and the match gets underway.

Extreme Rules Match
Evan McDonald vs. Mascara vs. Chris Gunn vs. Scrap

Right as the bell sounds, McDonald rolls out of the ring and starts digging underneath the apron, looking for a weapon to use. McDonald begins to pull out a steel chair, but he barely gets it lifted before Scrap charges him from inside the ring and nails a baseball slide that sends the chair smacking back into McDonald's face! McDonald stumbles back and Scrap launches himself up and over the top rope with a flying plancha dive that sends both men crashing into the barrier. Back inside the ring, Chris Gunn waves Máscara on, doing a little stutter step dance move in the ring. Máscara wastes no time and both men lock up, but Gunn quickly pushes Máscara into the corner and starts working him over with a series of knife edge chops. Gunn backs up for a bit and sizes up Máscara for a superkick, but Máscara ducks out of the way at the last possible second and Gunn manages to straddle himself on the top rope. Máscara bounces off the opposite rope and swings his feet up, catching Gunn in a hurricanrana that spills both men to the arena floor!

West: Máscara putting his own body on the line there but what an amazing move!

Harris: You mean what a stupid move, Máscara almost broke his damn neck with that one.

West: Oh man, check out the fist fight going on between Scrap and McDonald!

Scrap has McDonald pinned up against ring post and is laying into him with some hard rights and lefts. He swings with a stiff hook, but McDonald ducks it and nails Scrap with a low blow. Scrap doubles over in pain while McDonald grabs the steel chair from earlier and positions it right where he wants it. He then picks up Scrap into a piledriver positions and drives him headfirst right into the steel chair! McDonald gets up with a smile as Scrap holds onto the top of his head, clearly in a lot of pain. McDonald grabs hold of Scrap and rolls him under the bottom rope until...CRACK! Máscara swings a kendo stick from behind that nearly explodes upon impact of McDonald's back as he crumples to his knees. Máscara drops the busted kendo stick and jumps up to the ring apron, facing out towards the ring. He then leaps into the air and springboards off the second rope, bouncing backwards towards a prone McDonald...but he's caught in mid-air by Christopher Dunn who has managed to step in front of McDonald and ends up slamming the Prince of Masks backfirst into the steel ring steps with one wickedly violent powerslam!

West: Oh my God! Máscara was almost shattered to pieces with that move, where in the heck did Chris Gunn come from?!

Harris: Keep on him Golden Boy! Man, you gotta love this. All four of these guys are hell-bent on tearing each other apart just so they can notch that first win here.

Dunn surveys the carnage around him before he digs under the ring for another weapon. He slowly starts to pull out a wooden table, getting a familiar "APW" chant started from the fans. He sets the table up on the outside and moves menacingly towards Máscara before as his "agent" Flash Williams scurries up to him with his boxing gloves.

West: Did Flash Williams actually save Máscara there? It looked like Dunn was planning on sending Máscara through that table and...wait a second...what in the world did Flash wrap around those gloves? Oh no. Oh no...

Harris: Barbed wire baby! This is going to get good!

Dunn slides the gloves on, making sure not to catch his skin in the wire as he holds his fists up high in the air for the crowd to see. He then turns towards McDonald who is just now groggily getting to his feet...and punches him directly in the face with the gloves! Blood starts to pour down McDonald's forehead as Dunn shimmies and shakes with a variety of lefts and rights. He finally leans back and delivers a clubbing blow that sends McDonald to the floor in a heap. Dunn throws down the boxing gloves and kicks them as far as he can underneath the ring, making sure nobody else can use them. He picks up Máscara from the ring steps and hauls him up into a fireman's carry and rolls him into the ring.

West: Dunn has absolutely demolished both McDonald and Máscara on the outside. Looks like he's going to go for a pin and end this...

Harris: Uhh...I think he forgot about someone!

The moment that Dunn steps through the ropes, he's greeted with a standing dropkick that almost spills him back to the outside. Dunn gets back to his feet in a daze, just in time to see Scrap swing wildly at him with the steel chair from earlier. Dunn manages to duck the first swing...but not the second as steel makes contact with skull. Dunn momentarily drops to one knee, but manages to get back up while holding onto the top rope for leverage. The APW fans get to their feet as Scrap drops the chair and moves in for the kill, NAILING a spinning heel kick to Dunn's skull that send both him and Dunn up and over and crashing through the wooden table on the outside!

West: Scrap out of nowhere just took Dunn out of this match! That table is literally just splinters at this point, just a mangled mess of wood and metal with two of APW's newest Mega Stars somewhere in the middle!

Harris: Evan McDonald is stirring on the outside, he just got back in the ring. This guy is a bloody mess, I give him credit for even being able to stand after that barbed wire barrage.

West: Heck, he's the only guy left standing at this point! He's looking to take out Máscara and get out of here with a win!

McDonald staggers towards Máscara, pulling him up by his mask. Máscara wobbles to his feet as McDonald spins him around and crushes him to the mat with a hangman's neckbreaker. McDonald slowly gets back to his feet and spots the chair that Scrap dropped, flashing a bloody grin out at the crowd. The booing starts to intensify as McDonald grabs it and crouches in the corner, waiting for Máscara to get to his feet. Slowly Máscara stirs, turns around...and ducks the chairshot from McDonald! Máscara kicks him hard in the stomach as the chair is dropped and Máscara drives his head right into McDonald's jaw with a vicious jawbreaker. McDonald is dazed against the ropes as Máscara surges forward and delivers a flurry combination of knife edge chops and thigh kicks. McDonald manages to block the last chop and charge Máscara with a lariat, but Máscara rolls out of the way! He grabs hold of McDonald's shoulders and pulls backwards, driving his knees right into the Scotsman's back before he dives for the cover.

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Here is your winner, via pinfall...MASCARA!

The crowd erupts with cheers as Máscara rolls off the cover and gets to his feet, holding his back in obvious pain. He climbs to the second turnbuckle and throws up one hand in victory, the APW faithful cheering the Mexican Mega Star.

West: Now that is how you make your debut! You have to give plenty of credit to Dunn, Scrap and McDonald. Every guy came into this match looking for a fight and they sure got it.

Harris: That was an insane flurry right at the end by Máscara though...he's got that killer instinct that you need to survive here in APW. I still don't trust the guy, but he definitely made an impression here tonight.

West: What a great way to kick off Meltdown...and to think, we're just getting started here tonight!

~~~COMMERCIAL BREAK~~~

[T-Marv]

Hannah Storm was seen standing backstage and took a quick step back as Kaylyn came walking out of her locker room pushing the door with force.

Hannah Storm: Kaylyn, a minute of your time please?

Kaylyn didn't stop walking and instead kept going as she was heading towards the ring for her match.

Kaylyn James Evans: Look, I don't have time for this, I have a match to get out there to.

Hannah Storm: How do you think you will par against Zak Warner this evening?

Kaylyn James Evans: Guess you will see in a few minutes now won't you?

Hannah Storm: And what about Jason Kash? What do you have to say about that?

Kaylyn stopped walking and turned around glaring at Hannah.

Kaylyn James Evans: Are you serious right now? Kash is nothing more than an old friend.

Hannah Storm: It sure seemed like he was more than a friend last week. if I read correctly, you and he had something in the past until he left you alone.

Kaylyn stood there clenching her fists trying to keep her cool.

Kaylyn James Evans: Looks to me like you have it all figured out. There is nothing I have to say in regards to Kash. I have a match to focus on, if you want information, try asking him next time he shows his face. After the shit he pulled last week, as far as I am concerned I have nothing more to say to him for now. If you will excuse me... My match is now.

Kaylyn turned her back on Hannah, rolling her eyes in the process, before walking off once more. Just what she needed, her thoughts on Kash just before her match.


::As she leaves, Hannah Storm turns around to see Amy Zing, who is dressed for action tonight. Never one to miss out on on oppertunity, Hannah stops miss Zing.::

Hannah Storm: “Amy Zing, tonight, you have a huge tag team match with Nick Watson against Roy Speede and Donald Deruty. But what I wanted to ask you about were the comments you made about Aubrey Parker and that she made about you.”

Amy Zing: “I have no real interest this moment to waste time or breath on Aubrey Parker. I have said all I choose to say about her at the moment. I will save my words for if we are to face each other in this tournament or if I can somehow get her into the ring. I choose instead to focus on the tag team tournament.”

Hannah Storm: Well you and Nick Watson are teaming for the first time against Roy Speede and Donald Deruty, two men who know each other very well both as opponents and partners. What is going through your mind?”

Amy Zing: “Harrisburg Pennsylvania, let me hear you.”

::There is a sudden loud outburst of cheers from the crowd. Amy smiles.::

Amy Zing: “Tonight, what is going through my mind is what is always going through my mind. I am going out there to do what I do every night.. I am going to try to kick someone’s head off and show everyone why I am simply Amy Zing. Roy Speede, Donald Deruty, I wish you two good luck.”

::The crowd cheers again as Amy walks off.::

The lights fade, and flicker with different shades of green. Cudi's voice fades in and out walks Warner through a haze of smoke. The crowd is spattered with a mix of cheers and boos, neither of which seem to effect him.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Syracuse, New York, he is ‘Z-Dub’ Zak Warner!

West: So, Dick, who do you think has the advantage in this one?

Harris: Well obviously not this guy. I hear he’s facing Kaylyn. That babe is gorgeous.

West: Keep it in your pants, Dick.

Harris: Shut up.

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

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

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

The lyrics to Porcelain and the Tramps- I'm Your Favorite Drug continued to play over the PA system as the lights fade putting the arena into total darkness. Just as the chorus would end there is a bang as the lights turn back on full blast and a cloud of smoke is on the entrance way with a figure standing within it. The chorus starts up once more but this time with the lyrics included is none other than Kaylyn Evans who steps out from within the smoky patch on the stage. As the chorus was being heard throughout the crowd a smiling Kaylyn Evans was on her way down the ramp with a stride that showed nothing but confidence in herself no matter what the outcome of today's event's would be. Dressed in a black and lime green set of attire Kaylyn flaunts her body as she walks past the fans. Reaching the bottom of the ramp way Kaylyn stops and turns to the right heading around the ring and towards the far steps to ascend them and make her way onto the apron. Crossing the apron she stands there looking out at the fans. Hooking her arms on the top rope, in perfect Kaylyn fashion, she flipped back over the top rope and into the ring where she made her way around the ring looking out at all the fans in the arena, booing and not. As the music would cut Kaylyn would be focused and ready for what was to come.

Paige: And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York, she is professional wrestling’s ONLY Perfect Ten, Kaylyn James Evans!

West: Okay, I see what you mean. She does look fantastic!

Harris: Of course I’m right. What did you expect, Sherlock?

Kaylyn James Evans vs Zak Warner

The bell rings, and the two circle the ring, staring one another down. Warner, being the much bigger competitor, makes the first move, calling for a test of strength. Kaylyn nods and the two lock up, but Kay catches him with a boot to the gut, and whips him across the ring. NO! Warner reverses it and whips Kaylyn into the corner. He follows up running behind her and catches her with a body slam to the corner. He backs out and The Perfect Ten stumbles, and he pulls her into a powerslam position, only to drop her down onto his knee with an elevated backbreaker. He pins.

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Kay kicks out!

Harris: That one was close, but we all knew Kaylyn would kick out. She’s not losing this one.

West: We’ll see. It looks like Zak Warner’s on fire right now.

Zak gets to his feet and picks Evans up off the mat to her feet with ease. He whips her across the ring, and then bounces off the ropes on a different side of the ring, not opposite to Kaylyn. On the rebound he goes for a body slam, but Kay reverses it and sends Warner into the corner face first. As he smacks off the corner she quickly rolls him up, using the bottom rope for leverage.

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NO! The ref caught the use of the ropes and discredits the pin attempt.

Harris: That’s more like it. Keep it up, Kaylyn!

West: Biased much?

Harris: Again, shut up, West.

Kaylyn gets to her feet, a bit frustrated, and climbs to the second rope. As Warner gets up, she takes off looking for a crossbody, but he catches her and drops her down onto his knee with another powerful backbreaker, causing Kay to fall to the mat in pain. He goes to the top rope, and taunts the downed female before taking off.

West: Black Star Press! It’s over!

Harris: No it’s not! Kay got out of the way! Warner’s in pain!

Kay gets to her feet and waits for Warner to get up. As he gets to his feet, she sets him up in a full nelson style, and plants him to the mat with the KY-Bomb! She pins him.

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Winner: Kaylyn James Evans

The bell rings, and Kaylyn gets to her feet, and the referee raises her arm as she celebrates her victory.

Paige: The winner of this match, the Perfect Ten, Kaylyn James Evans!

“I’m Your Favorite Drug” by Porcelain and the Tramps hits the speakers as KJE celebrates all the way to the backstage area!

West: What a win for Kaylyn tonight, and there are many bright things in her future!

Harris: Perhaps the bright lights of a photo shoot can be one of those.... OH PLEASE.

~~~COMMERCIAL BREAK~~~

[T-Marv]

West: We are back ladies and gentlemen and we are ready to kick things off!

"Under and Over It" by Five Finger Death Punch plays. After a few seconds, Knuckles darts out with the Dark Match Champion strapped around his shoulder and under his arm (corner to corner) as the crowd give a mixture of boos and cheers with Mini and Maxi following shortly behind. (no pun intended)

Harris: What the hell is this guy doing here? Doesn't he have a piece of aluminum foil to defend?

West: He's here for the tag tournament remember? I would imagine he has something to say but the mixed reactions of this crowd don't exactly agree with his actions of of late and I can't say I blame them.

Harris: This guy is losing his mind and expects us to suck up to him? Give me a break. He needs to go back to Asylum and STAY THERE!

Knuckles goes around the ring and makes sure to shake the hands of Shane West and Dick Harris before making his way inside the ring as Mini and Maxi stand guard outside. Knuckles grabs the mic and proceeds to address the people.

Knuckles: As you all know, I have recently been named the Dark Match Champion by YOU, the people. I have proclaimed this belt to be worth MORE than the Suicidal Championship and the World Heavyweight Championship because it has more meaning being around MY waist than either of those around the waists of god knows who else. This belt is for the people, and by the people with the current rules of me putting this belt on the line 24/7!

A mixture of cheers and boos can be heard throughout the arena as the echoes and vibrations sound like the roof can collapse at any moment.

West: Listen to this crowd. I hope we have insurance on this building.

Harris: Hasn't he left yet?

Knuckles: This is my official first time being on Meltdown and I wanted to things the right way. When I came down to this ring, I made sure I shook the hands of your amazing announce team. Mr. Shane West! And Mr. Dick Harris, well; he certainly has the name right!

The crowd laughs given the situation with a former wrestler.

Harris: HEY!! Just hurry up and get out of here!

West: Ha, you got punked.....

Knuckles: Sadly, I'm here strictly on business. I have a tag match earlier tonight in the tag team tournament with some guy; against some other guys......but I wanted to make sure that I graced your presence with my own because you paid your hard earned money to see some good action and I, as the Dark Match Champion, am a fighting champion and will give you people what you want.

Harris: What the hell is this guy talking about? He's not going to defend that thing tonight is he?

West: Well it certainly looks like it. This was completely unexpected.

Harris: …..and we certainly don't want it.

Knuckles: I am issuing an OPEN CHALLENGE, to anybody who wants a shot at a REAL championship. Just come on down and we can get things moving just a little bit faster.

West: An open challenge? That's amazing! I wonder who it'll be?

Harris: Who cares? It's worthless anyways. I'm tempted to hop in there and take it from him myself.

West: Then why don't you?

Harris: I would if it wasn't for this bum knee. It keeps me from....uh....

West: Uh, working?

Knuckles: Anybody? Is anybody going to answer my open challenge?

Suddenly out from the crowd, a man wearing all black hops the guard rail and slides into the ring. Just as he's about to clobber Knuckles with a lead pipe, he turns around and sees this man who stops. Knuckles remembers the man from Asylum.

West: That's the same guy from Asylum! Knuckles turned around just before getting laid out with that pipe again.

Harris: Knuckles needs some humility and deserves the pipe to get laid into him. Man, it's been so long since I've laid some pipe myself....

West: Yea, I can tell. We can all tell.

Knuckles eyes light up with anger as the man moves forward and attacks him anyways. Knuckles blocks the shot with the pipe with his forearm but winces in pain but fires back a kick to the gut and proceeds to blast this guy with forearm shots. He whips this guy in black off the ropes and lands a vicious AA-spine buster that makes the ground quake and forces the fans to erupt with cheers.

West: Whoever this guy is, he isn't lasting very long.

Knuckles lets out a huge battle cry of HEE HAWW just as the guy slowly gets up and soon as he does, Knuckles goes to throw the Donkey Punch but the guy realizes his situation and swings around behind him right before impact and clocks the living hell out of Knuckles in the face with the same lead pipe sending him to the ground; almost completely out cold. Instead of making the cover, he runs to the outside, hops over the guard rail and heads out through the crowd as security chases him through the concessions.

West: Who is this guy? He didn't bother making a cover and security is chasing him all around the arena.

Harris: I don't know but I love this guy. He laid Knuckles out and finally shut him up.

Just then, Mr. Dangerous comes bolting out of the back and down the ramp with a referee shortly behind.

West: IT'S MR. DANGEROUS! HE WANTS THAT TITLE AGAIN!!

He tries to go for the cover but Knuckles throws him off before the ref could start counting. Mr. Dangerous leaps at Knuckles only to catch a super kick placed right under the jaw taking him out. Knuckles grabs the Dark Match Championship and heads out of the ring and starts up the ramp, holding his head yelling at Mini and Maxi. Apparently the pipe opened up his stitches again. The roar of the crowd keeps the sound of Knuckles to a minimum but without a mic and through the cameras; you can hear him say, “What the hell? Why didn't you stop him? That's twice in a row!”

They all head backstage as the cameras all cut to the back where we see Alexander Duvall sits in behind his desk as the door to his office swings open as Chris Hart strides in.

Duvall: Mr. Hart. What a pleasant, unexpected, surprise. What can I do for you?

Duvall smirks as Chris stares at the tag team titles lying on his desk.

Hart: I just want what’s mine.

Hart gestures at the titles on the table before looking at Alexander Duvall.

Duvall: I’m sorry Chris. I’m sure you heard my announcement earlier this evening. The titles have officially been declared vacant after the evident dissolution of Noble-Hart.

Hart: Noble-Hart isn’t finished.

Duvall: I think anyone who watched Overdrive last Thursday can succinctly say that it is Chris, despite your best efforts to the contrary.

Hart: I know Kurt, I can talk him around but I need those title belts.

Duvall: I’m sorry Chris. My decision is final. Kurt Noble relinquished his title and therefore …

Hart: Do I look like Kurt Noble?

Duvall: If you would let me finish Chris. As I was saying, because Kurt relinquished his half of the tag team championships …

Hart: His half! I never gave up my title. If I have to defend them, by myself, I will Alexander …

Duvall: Mr. Duvall.

Hart: Whatever. I’ll defend them by myself until Kurt finally gets his head out of his ass and takes back his half. Noble-Hart isn’t dead, and as far as I’m concerned, are still the tag team champions.

Duvall: While I can appreciate your resolve Chris. From where I stand there’s just Chris Hart, and as these are the tag team championships …

Marvin: It’s Showtime baby!

Terry Marvin interrupts the conversation as he strides into the room as immediately both Alexander Duvall and Chris Hart turn and stare at the current Undisputed Champion.

Duvall: Can I help you?

Marvin: Actually, you can! Those titles … I want them.

Hart: Piss off Terry.

Marvin turns and looks at Chris and shrugs his shoulders at him before turning his attention back to Duvall.

Duvall: I’m sorry Terry, but as I was telling Chris earlier you simply can’t barge into my office and demand things.

Marvin: Do you know who I am? I’m the Undisputed Champion … I’m from the big leagues kid. I think I’ve earned the right to have a little bit of leeway around here.

Duvall: That may have happened when Mr. Diamond was in charge but now …

Marvin: It’s tea and crumpets for everybody!

Inside the arena the crowd roars in approval for Terry as the cheeks of Alexander Duvall turn a bright crimson.

Duvall: Out of my office!

Hart: Give me my title.

Marvin: Give me the titles.

Duvall: No!

Duvall slams his fist on the desk, knocking a few of the papers off the corner as they flutter through the air, the crowd laughing as Duvall continues to grow flustered.

Duvall: I will not have members of the Overdrive roster show up on my show and attempt to bully me. I will not have two singles wrestlers try and …

Marvin: Hold that thought …

Marvin stares at the tiles, Duvall, Chris Hart, back at Duvall, and finally a smile comes over his face as he turns and looks at Chris Hart who stands unsure.

Marvin: You want those titles?

Hart nods affirmatively.

Marvin: You need a tag team partner.

Hart: I’ve already got one.

Marvin: Right, but until Kurt remembers where he put his medication that’s not happening.

Chris shoots daggers at Marvin before the conniving smile disappears from his face, instead replaced by a serious glance.

Marvin: Admit it Chris, Kurt’s gone. As much as you want to fight for everything you know deep down that you’re going to have to break him first to get there. You said it yourself last night to Strike, you’re going to need all the help you can get. I’m offering you my help …

Hart stares at Marvin for a moment before he looks at Duvall.

Hart: Give us our titles!

The crowd in the arena pops again at the mention of the word ours as Terry smiles.

Hart: I’ve got a partner …

Duvall: But you don’t have the title belts. You can’t simply give away the other half of the titles Chris. If you want your title back, you’re going to have to earn it.

Hart: Then put us in the tournament.

Once more the crowd pops before booing as a sinister smile crawls across the face of Alexander Duvall.

Duvall: I could do that … but I won’t. I’m going to do something you couldn’t do Chris and that’s bring prestige back to the tag titles. As far as I’m concerned the two of you are more than welcome to team … but you’re not going to be involved in this tournament.

Marvin: I …

Duvall: Yes, I’m sorry Terry but my word is final on Meltdown. The tournament bracket is full, the new tag team champions will be crowned at Christmas Chaos, and they won’t be the two of you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have business to take care of … why don’t the two of you sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.

Duvall smirks as the camera cuts to ringside and Shane West and Dick Harris.

West: Alexander Duvall continues to assert his authority on Meltdown. Standing up to Terry Marvin and Chris Hart

Harris: And what a relief that is. They might be two of the top stars on Overdrive but this is Meltdown ladies and gentleman, brought to you by Tampax, for all your Michael Harris issues, use Tampax … now in extra wide for those of a more natural build.

The lights completely go blank as nothing two feet in front of you can be seen. As soon as the light dim to darkness Get Up by KoRn blares on the speakers. Once the techno of the song blares, the lights flash on like a bolt of lightning. The faces of the crowd can finally be seen as red spot lights fly around the arena and ring. Pyros go on allowing Donald to finally be seen walking out from the back. He gets to the top of the entrance ramp and looks around while the crowd goes crazy. After a few seconds of looking around the arena he finallly makes his way towards the ring.

Paige: The following contest is a TAG TEAM match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from New York, New York, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, ‘D-Day’ Donald DERRRRRUUUUTY!

Walking foot after foot towards the ring is Donald. While taking his several steps towards the ring Donald messes with his wrist tape and extended elbow pad on his left arm. After making it right in front of the ring he stops and jumps straight up on the apron. Immediately after jumping on the apron Donald makes his way to the turnbuckle and stands with his feet on the second rope. He looks around the arena once again before hopping over the top rope into and onto the ring mat, awaiting his partner.

West: There’s been a lot of buzz about ‘D-Day’ Donald Deruty in the back. A lot of buzz.

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

CAN

YOU

HEAR

ME

NOW!?!

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

CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW!?!

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

Paige: Introducing his tag team partner, weighing in at one hundred and ninety-seven pounds, from Richmond, Virginia, Action Packed Wrestling's own Silver Lining, he is ROY SPEEEEDE!

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

Paige: And their opponents...

“Smooth Criminal” hits the PA system and the fans in Harrisburg erupt as Nick Watson emerges from backstage with the APW Xtreme Championship resting on his shoulder, but stops and points to the curtains... where he is joined by Amy Zing! Zing skips out to the ramp and joins Nick with a smile. The two make their way down the ramp with Amy slapping the hands of the fans and Nick raising the Xtreme Championship high above his head.

Paige: Hailing from Carson City, Nevada, he is the Action Packed Wrestling Xtreme Champion, ‘The Sensational One’ NIIIICK WATSON, and his tag team partner from San Francisco, California by way of Hong Kong, she is ‘The Hong Kong Sensation’ AMMYYYY ZIIIIING!

The pair enter the ring and continue to play to the crowd before some choice words by Deruty cause Watson to snap his head in his direction angrily. The two trade words and the referee makes one member of each team start off, signaling for the bell.

Tag Team Tournament Match
Roy Speede & Donald Deruty vs Amy Zing and Nick Watson

West: Well, Amy Zing is someone else we’ve heard tons about over the past few weeks and she had an impressive debut in the Japanese Deathmatch Battle Royal, followed by a dominating performance over Terra Bryant last week-- but her mind seems to be on the North American Champ, Aubrey J. Parker!

Harris: Well, she has a few minutes to get her focus on this match, and this match only. Nick Watson and Roy Speede are starting things off tonight.

Speede and Watson lock up but Speede is quick to gain the advantage, catching Nick with a knee to the gut followed by an elbow to the base of the neck. He hits Nick with a snap jab and goes to Irish Whip him into the turnbuckles, but Nick scales the turnbuckles and twists off for a Cross Body! The Xtreme Champion nearly scores a two count, but Speede wriggles free and hops up to hit Watson with a Dropkick to his back! Watson falls into his corner but tags in Amy Zing, who hops onto the top turnbuckle with one swift motion and leaps off for a Cross Body of her own! Speede is unable to counter it and Amy hooks his far leg for the pin!

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West: Hey! Donald Deruty broke it up!

Harris: Well, he’s just getting the job done!

West: I don’t think Harrisburg knows how to feel about that one. I know Watson and Zing are annoyed.

Harris: Can we just call them “Team Sensational”?

Zing uses all of her power to hoist Speede up and drive him back-first into their corner. She hits him with one-- two-- three sharp kicks to the chest, followed by a spinning kick to the jaw! Speede groans and Zing reaches over him, tagging Watson back in. Watson shoots off the ropes and comes back to their corner to hit Speede with a hard Dropkick across the jaw! Speede looks dizzy and Watson tags Zing back in-- only for Zing hits the ropes and does the same thing, tagging Nick in again! Nick finally pulls Speede away from the ropes and nails a Suplex. He goes for the cover, but only earns the count of two. Watson plants Speede with a Spinning Elbow Strike immediately followed by a Neckbreaker and goes to the outside to the top. Watson looks for a Pin Missile Dropkick, but fines nobody home as Speede rolls out of the way! Watson gets up and eats a T-Bone Suplex from Speede. Both men are down for a moment, but it’s Speede that gets up first and hits Watson with a Clothesline, followed by a Spinning Fisherman’s Suplex!

West: He calls that “Fast Forward!” Cover on Watson! One!

Harris: Two!

West: He’sgothim, threee-- no! Nick Watson just powers out, and now both men have to be looking for a tag!

Watson is fingertips from Zing and Speede is walking toward Deruty, but he has a second thought and pivots, diving for Watson, clubbing him across the back! Watson falls to his knees and Speede nails him with a Lifting Full Nelson Bulldog before dragging him toward his corner and tags in Deruty. Donald Deruty enters the ring to a loud mixed reaction from the crowd and he stares down at Nick for a moment... Before charging the ropes and hitting a Lionsault! Deruty pins Watson.

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West: Almost!

Deruty sighs and lifts Watson up, positioning him for a DDT, but Watson shoves him away into the ropes. He rebounds into a roundhouse kick! Both men go down with Watson receiving encouragement from the crowd. He finally reaches the outstretched hand of Amy Zing and Zing hops into the ring, charging Deruty and hitting a Money Flip! Disoriented, Deruty gets up and is taken down again with a Headscissors! He rolls into the turnbuckle corner, groaning... and Amy charges in, lifts herself into a handstand on the ropes, and swings herself down knees-first into Deruty’s chest-- ”Nihao Deruty!” Donald staggers, groggily out of the corner, grunting in pain. He turns around and Amy is running at him once more-- but Deruty levels her with a Super Kick! The impact of the move is enough to flip Amy all the way onto her stomach! She hits the mat, completely still, and Deruty rips her to her feet and then onto his shoulders, slamming her down with the Samoan Slam-- a move he calls Dead and Forgotten. He drops down and hooks both legs.

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Winners: Roy Speede & Donald Deruty

Deruty’s music hits and he stands up, smirking down at Amy and giving Nick Watson a nod of acknowledgement, though Watson sits on the apron, still catching his breath, and looking worriedly at his unmoving partner, Amy Zing. He checks on her while the referee raises the hands of Donald Deruty and Roy Speede.

West: Dead. And. Forgotten.

Harris: Deruty just... Completely annihilated Zing there. And she was doing so well the whole time-- her and Watson both!

West: Well. “Team Sensational” won’t be making it to the semi-finals of the tag brackets, but Roy Speede and Donald Deruty certainly will be.

~~~COMMERCIAL BREAK~~~

[T-Marv]

***Earlier Today***

The scene flashes to AJP and the Smooth One who find themselves in downtown Pittsburgh dining at Station square:

William: Hey Jess..that was a grueling match between you and “Krunk” how are your ribs? Mark Mania

Parker stops mid-bite and lowers her fork, looking at Williams confusedly.

AJP: Did you.. just say Mark Mania?

Williams just turns his head slightly, still smiling, unfazed by her question and perks his eyebrow.

AJP: Nevermind. But everything's pretty good. There's no bruising or anything so... I'll be back in full swing by Monday.

William: I glad you are doing better. However there is no rest for the weary! This tag team tourney is going to challenge us both. You know we may find ourselves in the ring on opposite sides of the fence…promise me you’ll be gentle? Haha... Dog cage.

AJP: Dog cage?

William: ...What’s with you and Amy Zing? You guys go way back…as a matter of fact you know Envi too? Are you going to tell me how dangerous he is and how much experienced he has? *Chuckles* You don’t have to tell me…I already know…what I really want to know is who looks better in a suit? Rabies.

AJP looks away for a second, but cuts her head sharply back to Williams as he utters the last words of the sentence. Choosing to ignore it, she continues.

AJP: Um... Amy and I were never really friends. It's a simple schoolyard fight, really. She's jealous of me. She's always been jealous of me and until the day I die she's always going to base her entire existence on kicking my head off. I always have her utmost attention-- so I have no faith in her being able to focus on her opponents. ...And Evan?

Aubrey J. Parker pauses for a few seconds and then goes on.

AJP: Yeah. I know him. We used to... He... Um...

She feigns a cough to buy herself time and speaks a tad quieter than she had been earlier.

AJP: Yeah. He's good, William. He's a really dangerous guy and I don't think a lot of people are as wary of that as they should be. You have to give him your one hundred percent or he'll hurt you...

William: Okay... Okay. I know we are in way over our heads, but we aren’t going to back down. Mania! EvanLMNOP are quite the team and they are pissed now that they are ex-champions.

AJP doesn't respond immediately, again caught off guard by Williams' conversation which he casually disregards.

William: How are you and Logan? I know he wasn’t returning your phone calls? This is the first time you guys have tagged since you won the title? Rabies.

AJP: We're fine.

Parker's attention briefly turns to her phone. She scans a message and places it back in her purse, where Williams' eyes drift from her phone back up toward her eyes again. He smiles.

William: Was that Cassie? Haha... Cassie doesn’t like me does she? I mean-- I am harmless! Haha! Look at these eyes Would a man this handsome do something wrong? ...Besides if I get out of hand you’ll just put me in the Sugar and Spice…I am actually kinda looking forward to that? CAGE!

AJP: Why are you doing that?

William: Mark Mania…??

AJP: Um. Are you alright?

William: Yes... *sheepish grin*

AJP: Right. Then why do you keep saying random words? Mark Mania, dog cage, rabies? Are you having pet problems? Or did Mania give YOU rabies too?

William: Don’t mind me. It must have been something I ate.

AJP: What could you have--

William: Hey. Let’s go on the incline before we head to Harrisburg…its about a 45 minute flight so we still have some time…Hey who do think will get the best ratings tonight; Meltdown or Monday Night Football?

AJP: Meltdown, duh. No one cares about the Steelers anymore.

William: Or because the Champion is so damn sexy!

AJP: Ah yes. And there's also that. You're sweet.

William: Don’t forget Smooth!…*grinning*

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We cut back to present-time where we are in the backstage area and Aubrey J. Parker can be seen with her arms crossed, holding the North American Title as she views the monitors in the interview area but she looks uncomfortable-- and as our cameras pan out we see exactly why...

...Harrisburg boos thunderously as Evan Envi is seen standing right behind Parker, one arm resting on her shoulder. He seems to be straining as he looks toward the monitor.

Envi: Wow. He's creepy. I mean... This guy is really creepy. How much did he pay Duvall to AIR that? Did you even KNOW you were being filmed?! Jeeeeesus... How old is he anyway? How long have you two been sleeping together?

Parker glares straight ahead and shakes her head slowly, at which Envi laughs.

Envi: You've downgraded, Jess. And I don't even know who you are anymore. I don't think you know. I mean, Jesus Christ, it's a new guy every single week! Who is it today? Williams? TJ? Callahan? Logan? What the hell are you trying to prove? One of these days, you're gonna get just a little too frisky with some of these guys in the back, and it's gonna cost you. You're gonna get hurt, and you're gonna come crawling back to me.

Parker continues to glare straight ahead and Evan grins, chuckling a bit. He steps in front of her and leans down so his nose is possibly an inch from hers. Only then does the North American Champion make eye contact with him.

Evan: I want you to watch what Delikado and I do to Mr. Williams and Young Mannie out there. I want you to pay attention... And remember what we're capable of doing to them out there. Remember that you warned Williams, and remember that he failed to listen. Peace, babe.

Evan blows a kiss in her face, and Parker jerks backward in anger. Evan smirks and turns, making his way toward the entranceway until...

AJP: And just remember that I made you.

Evan stops and the Harrisburg crowd roars at Parker's words. Evan's eyes widen and he turns his head a bit, but doesn't completely turn back toward the North American Champion... Instead, the crowd boos as Delikado walks up beside Parker and gives her a devious grin.

Aubrey J. Parker grimaces at the former Overdrive Champion's presence and turns, marching away from the pair and out of frame. Delikado joins an agitated Envi and the two make their way down the corridor as the scene fades to black.

“Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work hard, play hard
Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, work...”

Paige: The following contest is a TAAAAG TEAM MATCH, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, at a combined weight of four hundred and fifty-five pounds, the team of ‘Mr. 420’ Young Mannie and ‘The Smooth One’, William D. Williams Jr.!

The beginning of "Work Hard, Play hard" airs through the P.A. system building anticipation, As Mannie emerges to a standing ovation, he walks down the ramp with his entire outfit glowing in the dark, Mannie holds his hands out soaking in the admiration, while the crowd sings the lyrics of the song at the top of their lungs. His music is abruptly replaced with “Smooth Operator” though it takes a moment for the lights to fade back to normal. When they fade back in, we realize William D. Williams Jr. is now standing in the middle of the ring with an enormous dog cage resting in front of him. He drags it to ringside, allowing it to clank and scrape along the ramp as he brings it to a stop next to the steel steps. He nods to Mannie and both men enter the ring, playing to the crowd.

Harris: What the hell-- is that a dog cage?!

West: Williams’ mind games continue. He’s trying to get inside the head of the former Overdrive Champion, Delikado!

Harris: TRYING being the key word. Who does this guy think he is anyway?!

”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 their opponents; first, 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, but stops as something else catches his eye-- the dog cage Williams brought to the ring. Delikado turns and points an accusing finger at Williams, screaming something indecipherable at him! Williams backs away from the ropes, grinning.

”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 booing legions of fans, thoroughly unimpressed as he begins his descent down to the ring.

Paige: And his tag team partner, from Hollywood, California, weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds, he is the ‘Mega Mega Star’ EVAANNN ENVVIIII!

Evan, with a running start, hops up onto the apron on one-knee and slides across with a sickening grin on his face. He stops and locks eyes with his tag team partner, who pulls Envi aside and whispers something in his ear, pointing to Williams. Both men stand on the ring apron and stare coldly at Williams for a moment before both of them enter the ring. Envi shoulders past Williams and Mannie, walking to Nicky Paige to yank the microphone away and bring it to his own lips as “Helter Skelter” fades from the PA system.

Evan: Let’s get something straight, okay? Let’s make something perfectly clear so all of you idiots in Harrisburg can understand... So the two idiots standing in the ring across from me can understand...

A “you suck!” chant develops and Evan rolls his neck uncomfortably as he glares into the crowd.

Evan: I made this show what it was. For all intents and purposes, I am Meltdown, ladies and gentlemen. So take a picture. Take a video. Sketch a photograph. Design a flipbook-- do whatever you have to do to remember this moment. REMEMBER when Evan Envi returned to the house that he built. REMEMBER when Envikado made their debut on the show I made revolutionize Monday nights...

The crowd continues to boo and Evan scowls at William D. Williams.

Evan: And if for no other reason than the beating they’re about to receive, remember William D. Williams and Young Mannie...

Evan takes a step to Williams and smirks in his face.

Evan: Let’s see how much Aubrey wants you after tonight, eh?

Evan tosses the microphone down and slaps Williams right across the face. Immediately, Williams fires back and Delikado pounces onto him, provoking Mannie to get involved too.

West: Whoa--!

Harris: Fight! Fight! A fight broke out!

It takes nearly a minute, and two more referees coming down from the back for the two teams to be separated before the opening bell. Delikado already sports the wounds of war, with a bloody bottom lip. Eventually he exits the ring, as does Mannie and our match starts.

Tag Team Match
Young Mannie & Mr. William D. Williams Jr. vs Envikado

Delikado and Mannie start off with a lockup but Mannie immediately goes to overpower it-- only for Delikado to transition him into a Side Headlock. He goes for a Bulldog but Mannie sends him flying into the corner! Delikado lands roughly on his back and gets up, running at Mannie, but is planted with a Side Slam! Delikado gets up again and Mannie hits a running cartwheel roundhouse kick! Delikado is taken down with no idea how to counter the move and Mannie goes for a pin, but only scores a one count. The injured Delikado gets up and Mannie positions him for a Back Suplex, but Delikado lands behind him on his feet. He hits the Bulldog he’d been searching for earlier and then an X-Factor Facebuster when Mannie gets to his feet a second later. As Mannie gets up again, Delikado Irish Whips him into the corner and charges him, hopping up onto his shoulders-- only to slap him repeatedly across the face! Mannie covers up and dives down to get away from Delikado and Deli tags in Envi. Evan enters and Mannie gets up, but is taken down with a Dropkick! He rolls to his corner and tags in Williams, causing the crowd to cheer at anticipation of seeing the two interact... But Evan steps back and tags Delikado back in. Evan grins at Williams and Delikado enters, pointing at the man.

Harris: NOW who’s playing mind games?

West: Delikado and Williams are the legal men now, but Delikado gives up a lot of size to ‘The Smooth One’. We’ll see if he can do to him what he did to Mannie a moment ago.

Delikado and Williams trade blows in the center of the ring and Williams eventually plants Delikado with a stiff Shoulder Block followed by a Snap Suplex! Delikado gets up again but as Williams comes toward him, Delikado hits him with a release Hurricanrana that sends Williams sliding out of the ring beneath the bottom rope and to the outside! Delikado measures the distance and charges the ropes, diving to the outside to hit Williams with a Suicide Dive! Williams is driven into the barricade and Delikado gets up-- but the crowd roars as Mannie leaves his corner and sprints across the ring, diving to the outside to hit Delikado with a Suicide Dive over the top rope! Delikado is dazed and leveled on the floor. Mannie regains his footing and begins to help William D. Williams up, and Williams smirks as he sees Delikado. He picks Delikado up and walks him over to the giant dog cage and begins trying to shove him in, to the delight of the crowd! Harrisburg roars in approval, even begining a ”PUT HIM IN!” chant while Delikado fights valiantly to avoid being shoved in the cage by Williams as the referee scolds the team, but the crowd roars again as they see Evan Envi charge across the ring apron-- and dive off to hit a Shooting Star Press toward Williams and Mannie! Williams narrowly escapes, but Mannie is slammed roughly against the apron as a result. He groans in pain and Evan staggers over to Delikado, picking him up and helping him into the ring. Williams finds his way into the ring on his own and lifts Delikado up in a headlock, driving him down for an Inverted Headlock Backbreaker! Delikado stiffens and hits the mat, and Williams pins him.

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West: Williams and Mannie have a huge opportunity here. If they knock off Envikado, that’s a huge wave of momentum and a huge step in the right direction in this Tag Team Tournament! And can you believe that announcement by Chris Hart earlier? I mean-- the stakes are HUGE now!

Harris: It would be an upset of monumental proportions. I... Can’t even think like that. LET’S GO, ENVI! WOOO, THE CHAMP!

West: Dick, he is not the champ. Of anything.

Harris: Let me have this ONE thing.

While a hurt Mannie is back on the apron, Williams is frustrated, but as he stands up, Delikado hits him with a hard stomp to his knee. Williams cries out and drops down to his good knee. Delikado rolls to his feet and nails an Enziguiri! Williams hits the canvas face-first and Delikado rolls him over for a count, earning a 1... a 2... and a kickout before the 3! Delikado mounts Williams’ chest and begins slapping him repeatedly again! Williams covers up and Delikado gets off of him, making his way over to Evan and tagging him in! Evan enters the ring unbeknownst to Williams, who rolls toward Mannie and tags him back in. Mannie enters and eagerly charges Evan, catching him with a Clothesline, then another, and then nails a Front Dropkick, knocking Evan to the mat. Mannie goes for the cover.

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West: They’re getting closer and closer. Envikado needs to stop sleeping on the team of Young Mannie and William D. Williams!

Harris: I don’t understand how this is happening. Get UP, champ!

Envi gets up in a daze and eats a Tornado DDT by Mannie who tries to follow up with a Rolling Koppu Kick-- but Evan grabs his leg and slams him to the ground with a single-leg takedown. He positions Mannie for a catapult and launches him into the turnbuckles. Mannie staggers back and falls to the ground. As he gets up, Evan hits him with three conescutive Gutwrench Suplexes! Both men are down but as Envi is stirring, Mannie tags Williams in! Williams walks in and drops Evan with a kick to the chest. He starts to lift him up onto his shoulders for the Chocolate Wasted, but Envi shoves him forward, knocking Mannie off the apron and to the floor! Williams steps back into a Lifting Reverse DDT! He hits the ground hard and Evan steps out to the apron. He hits a Springboard 450 Splash across the ribs of Williams!

West: Helter Skelter!

Harris: Just like old times!

West: And the cover!

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Winners: Evan Envi & Delikado Envikado

“Helter Skelter” hits the PA system and the referee raises Envikado’s hands in the air. The team grins in victory and exit the ring-- where Delikado begins to hammer at, and dismantle the steel dog cage! Evan smirks through tired eyes at William D. Williams who continues to lie in the middle of the ring. Evan laughs a little bit and then pats Delikado on the shoulder, prompting the two to turn and leave up the ramp.

West: A hard-fought battle by Envikado! I honestly didn’t think they were gonna pull it off at a few occasions...

Harris: I never lost faith, Shane. Never once! And now they advance to the semi-finals of the tag team tournament!

We cut away as Envi and Delikado continue their celebration at the top of the ramp, smirking down at the now stirring Williams and Mannie.

~~~COMMERCIAL BREAK~~~

[T-Marv]

West: And now we go live backstage where I believe Michael Callahan is waiting with Hannah Storm. If you will?

We cut backstage and see that actually it's not Michael Callahan and Hannah Storm but rather Michael Callahan and Cindy Shannon. Why? Let the man himself explain.

Michael Callahan: No, West. Not Hannah Storm, she filed a B-15 against me and because of threat of a sexual harassment suit against one of the road agents, I'm not allowed near her. Instead we've got Cindy Shannon who's equally worthless. Hello Cindy.

Cindy rolls her eyes at Callahan's attempt to put her down, weary of his constant efforts to be little the people around him.

Cindy Shannon: Thanks Mike. Pleasure as always to be with you.

Michael Callahan: You're welcome.

Cindy Shannon: Now, tonight you go one on one with Kurt Noble in the second ever APW cross brand showcase. How does it feel to know that on two consecutive occasions, the APW fans voted to see you represent your brand and face off against an Overdrive delegate?

So prepared for speeches is Michael that he doesn't even have to pause to collect his thoughts. He leaps right into lyrical about his opponent with a scathing series of remarks.

Michael Callahan: Y'know the first thing, the first nickname I ever had, before American Samurai, before American Hero, before even The Great American Freight Train I was saying that I'm a duly elected wrestling representative and this vote, this cross brand show case is proof of that.

The APW constituents put their faith in me because they know that I won't always win the match and heck, I might get eliminated straight away but I will always steal the show. Whether you love me or you hate me, whether you put the Callahan Callahan 2012, yes, I'm my own running mate, bumper stickers on your station wagon or no, everyone knows that I always put it all on the line each and every night for the voters out there.

Appeased with her answer, Cindy changes the line of questioning.

Cindy Shannon: And how do you feel that'll help you when you step into the ring with someone like Kurt Noble, a former Undisputed Champion?

Michael Callahan: It'll help me to no end knowing that for once in my life, I actually have more people on my side than my opponent. See lately Kurt Noble has been playing this little game of Canadian Psycho, where he's become envious of the successes of people around him and gone on a crazy blood-thirsty rampage. I'm the Paul Allen to his Pat Bateman, but he doesn't know that I'm just as dangerous and crazy and influential as he is.

I know more submissions, I know more holds and most of all? I'm not a has-been cripple with a bad leg. While I've been having my run of bad luck lately, Kurt Noble's is only going to get worse as he spirals out of control. I however am destined for success and will eventually get back on track. Whether it's the White House or the World Title, you take your pick because I'm going to get to one of them first no matter what.

Cindy Shannon: Do you have a game plan for tonight?

Michael Callahan: Yeah right, Cindy. Unveil my master plan right before I carry it out? Don't be silly. I should have you sh-

A hand grips tightly onto Callahan's shoulder and with all the spooking he's been receiving lately? It's not surprising that the colour drains right out of his face.

?: Michael...

It's a familiar and non-threatening voice that addresses The American Hero but not one APW recognises, just him.

Michael Callahan: Who the Heck are y-

He slowly turns around and gazes upon the man holding him, a tall, pale looking man with straggly chocolate brown hair and a thick goatee beard. Dressed in a black turtle neck with matching suit pants and a Rolex watch, Callahan's accomplice was good looking but in a rugged sense rather than traditional one. Upon seeing his sloping features, Callahan recognised him almost immediately.

Michael Callahan: Doctor Gray, a pleasure to see you. Wh-... what're you doing here?

Dr. Alexander Gray: Thank you Michael. I'm here because I was hoping to catch a quick word with you.

Cindy could sense things about to spiral out of control and decided to realign things for the confused viewers as much as herself.

Cindy Shannon: Wait, just for the audience at home. Who are you? And who's Action Man behind you?

Dr. Gray steps into shot confidently and from behind him appeared a gloomy, bleach-white gentleman dressed from head to toe in camo fatigues and a helmet wearing war paint and shaking with nerves.

Dr. Alexander Gray: My name is Dr. Alexander Gray. Some of the more hardcore APW fans may recognise me as the man who had a try-out match last year and failed to get a contract but that's not primarily what I'm known for in the world. I'm a highly reputed Biological Psychologist and a practising therapist with a PHD from Cornell University and a reputation for being a little too fond of Dog Eat Dog theories on human development. This man who stands in my company is The GI. He's my patie-... no, he's my friend and he's APW's newest acquisition. Say hello, GI.

Dr. Gray stepped to the side so that GI may introduce himself but he merely bows his head and starts to mumble to himself.

The GI: Ye-ye-ye-... yes sir... -somethingsomethingmumble- Gotta' get to the d-d-drop zone... Gotta' get the Huey out-outta' here... SIR YES SIR!

The GI's sudden yelling makes even Dr. Gray recoil a little having not quite expected that kind of reaction from him. Callahan doesn't know what to make of the newest member of APW's roster.

Michael Callahan: He seems... normal.

Dr. Alexander Gray: I'm currently treating him for PTSD and Split Personality, trying to get him out of his soldier mentality. This is why I wanted to speak to you Michael. As a politician, it's a noble art of yours to send young men head long into a battle they know little to nothing about. I was wondering if you would be willing to do the same for me. As the internet knows, I'm not as good a wrestler as I am a therapist whereas you have both the power as a wrestler and as a politician to be able to do both at a high level. I ask you, would you be willing to coach my friend and wing him?

Michael Callahan: You want me to hang around with a spastic?

Dr. Alexander Gray: Don't underestimate him. He's a capable fighter. You'll learn this in the coming weeks, I've entered you both in the tournament to crown the new Tag Team Champions.

Callahan has to double-take, this tournament entry a revelation to him.

Michael Callahan: Wait what? You can't do that. Shouldn't you have asked me first?

Dr. Alexander Gray: Well you're not wrestling Sally Talfourd. I figure you have to get onto the card for Christmas Chaos somehow.

It's a cheap dig and Callahan never appreciates being insulted or put down but he's thinking too much about the opportunities of having a crank for a tag team partner and lackey. The opportunities were abundant.

Michael Callahan: Well, I do owe you for the therapy and stopping you from turning me into a gay Obama voter.

Dr. Alexander Gray: Exactly. Do the same for GI and I can promise you a persuasive position with Armed Forces voters.

A political incentive as well? Dr. Gray is a master manipulator.

Michael Callahan: Well Hell, it's worth a go right? Hi GI, my name is Michael.

The GI: Hethehehheh.... Hi...

Callahan rolls his eyes and sighs.

Michael Callahan: Ai-yaaa. This is going to take some work...

Callahan and Gray leave stage right abruptly ending the interview. The GI stalls and stays behind, staring at his issue boots while Cindy smiles at him with a look of concern. GI looks up at her, makes eye contact then sinks his head back to the floor again from sheer nerves.

Dr. Alexander Gray: Come ON GI! We have much to do!

The GI scampers off stage left like a dog after his master as a rather struck Cindy Shannon watched and plays with her thumbs, a look of both concern, confusion and sadness about her as she watches the GI leave.



We cut to the backstage area where we see the new North American Champion, Aubrey J. Parker, who is talking to someone who is out of the frame.

AJP: I don’t know about tonight. Got Storm Front, new to APW, looks like it’s going to be a challenge, but I’m for it. What about you?

The camera pans to the right to show the other end of the conversation, “The Soul of Philly” TJ.

TJ: Ah, I look forward to watching you win. I think you and LA, you two got it.

AJP: So how’s it feel to be back on Meltdown?

TJ: Different, no Envi, no Lively, not a lot of faces that were around when I was.

AJP: I said when I was taking the North American Title, I was changing Meltdown.

TJ: That you did and that you’re doing. Very ah, non-misogynist with you as champion. Feels more, fun, around here. It’s a lot less, Lively, around here.

AJP: I see what you did there.

TJ: Thanks. I had a some more that didn’t make the cut.

AJP: Love to hear them.

TJ: Well you can at dinner, there’s a Brazilian steak house I know that serves some of the best food in the state.

AJP: I’m down for that, after this match I could go for some of that. But me and Logan have to take care of Storm Front.

TJ: Truth and now with Noble-Hart being stripped of the titles, and the amount of skill you and Logan have together, I’m putting my money on you two winning the whole thing.

AJP: Aw, thanks.

TJ: No problem, big fan of M&M, and not just the candy. Speaking of which, what does M&M stand for.

: Mangy and Moronic would be my guess.

The camera zooms out as we see an unknown man come up to TJ and Aubrey.

AJP: And from whom would that guess be coming from?

: Jimmy Ice.

TJ: Who?

Ice: Ah, sorry, where are my manners.

Jimmy Ice extends his hand to TJ.

Ice: Jimmy Ice, The Iron Man, newest APW signing and the coolest thing to step in APW in quite some time.

TJ: Look, you’re new here, but the lame puns are my thing.

Ice: Ah, you’re TJ, “The Soul of Philly” right?

TJ: Yeah and what of it?

Ice: Nothing, just that your puns aren’t the only things that are lame.

TJ: Punk ass, I’ll show you what this kind of lame can do.

AJP: Relax TJ, he’s a new guy, just trying to get under your skin and try to make his name off you.

Ice: Yea relax big guy, you’re the least important guy in this conversation. See I came here to let Miss Parker know that her reign will end one day soon at the hands of The Iron Man.

AJP: Oh really?

Ice: Yes, because clearly the men around here aren’t man enough to beat some woman.

TJ: And you are?

Ice: Well, with men like you in APW, the answer is yes.

TJ: That’s it. Trust me in a week…

Ice: What in a week you’re going to make me pay? I’d gladly have you be the starting point for APW Ice Age to begin. Now, if you two would excuse me, I have papers to sign.

Jimmy Ice makes his way out of the frame as TJ shakes his head, still a bit fuming.

AJP: Well, Jimmy Ice doesn’t seem to be as cool as the name implies.

TJ shakes his head and chuckles as he and Aubrey continue their conversation as the show goes back to ringside.

Tag Team Tournament Qualifier
Sons of the South VS Irver Famori and Johnny Knuckles

Harris: So Famori is gonna' start the match up for Team Knuckle Duster here.

West: Knuckle Duster?

Harris: Well, Irver is a collector of expensive artefacts, like Indiana Jones but without the do-gooder “IT BELONGS IN THE MUSEUM!” attitude and so I imagine when he finds something buried in dust and rubble, he dusts it off. Therefore, along with Johnny Knuckles, they are Team Knuckle Duster.

West: You are so clever and yet so retarded. Mac Bane, no relations, is gonna' be doing the same for Sons of the South.

Irver and Mac lock up in a collar and elbow tie up before realising that actually, they're both not that enamoured with technical wrestling and opt for a slug-fest instead. Mac takes the early lead in the punch out and puts Irver on his ass but Mac Attack isn't invincible and his overzealous assault leaves to him getting drop toe held to the mat. Irver then rolls to Mac's upper half and slaps in a Fujiwara Armbar but Mac cracks his way out of it and tags in the big hoss Buckson Gooch who big boots a hole into Irver's face.

Knuckles climbs into the ring and attempts to distract Gooch from doing more damage to the downed Famori but the referee quickly gets involved and tries to shoo him out. Famori capitalises by leaping on Gooch's back by hitting The Equaliser (Reverse DDT Backbreaker) and recording a 2-count that Gooch powers his way out of. Famori tags in Knuckles but straight away the Brooklyn Bruiser and the two brawl explosively for quite some time. Knuckles even manages to drop the big hoss with a Superkick but even then he can't get more than a two count. That's when Gooch starts getting angry dropping him with an Atom Bomb sized Power Slam.

West: Team Knuckle Duster are struggling to put away the Southern Smasher here. Mac Bane calls himself the One Man Wrecking Crew but I think that's more of a title for fat head there throwing people around like rag dolls.

Harris: That man is tougher than a pair of old boots and twice as ugly!

The turning point comes when getting beaten on by Gooch for a bit, Famori gets tagged back in and hits not one and definitely not two but three consecutive neckbreakers to complete The Triple Take. Gooch knows he desperately needs out because when you're that big and you're getting dropped that many times, it takes it's toll on you. He tags his way to Mac Bane who comes in all guns blazing and starts clearing house, clotheslining Famori straight to the mat and then flying with a Test Style Big Boot of punching someone with his foot. He then turns back to Famori staggering to his feet, all fired up and ready to go for the Bane of Existence! He hoists Famori up but the wily relic hunter is not completely out of his mind and is rapidly able to elbow his way down.

Famori twirls Bane around and Snapmares him to the mat in a seated position setting him up for the big finish. He runs across the ring and damn near fires his head into the fifth row with the Cataclysm. Famori hooks both legs but Gooch hits an axe handle to Famori to break the pin in the nick of time. Gooch then yanks Famori up to his feet and lays him flat out with a HUGE Razorback Scrambler to seal the deal and leave the relic hunter flat out on the mat and without a prayer for kick out. Knuckles isn't gonna' stand by and let his new tag team friend get beat on though and so he swoops in from the back and...

HEEHAWWWWWW!

DONKEY PUNCH! to the Buckson Gooch!

Harris: Dear Lord!


Critical Hit! It wasn't very effective...

West: Gooch just sponged a Donkey Punch! That man is tough as nails! Is there anything he can't do?

Harris: Write a thesis on Eastern European poetry?

Rather than put Gooch out for the count like he'd hoped, the big Southern brawler is incensed and immediately gives chase to Knuckles who darts out of the ring in a hurry. An amused Bane chuckles as the two run laps around the ring but his absentminded-ness... ROLL UP!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-OOH, KICKOUT!

Harris: SO close for the Sons of the South there! Famori nearly swooped this one for the team!

Both men roll up to their feet at the same time and Bane decides to waste no time. He lunges in with a big kick to the stomach and hoists up Famori for the second time only to connect this time and lay him out with a big finish. He hooks a leg and makes the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEEE!

Winner: Sons of the South

West: Bane and Gooch did it! They make it through to the next round!

The Sons of the South Celebrate while Knuckles stomps away in the ring, pissed off that he lost the match. He waits for Famori to get to his feet and.....

CRRAAAACKKKKK!

Donkey Punch to the back of the head! He then leaves with his Dark Match title to the boos of the crowd.

[T-Marv]

The cameras cut backstage, where Shane West is standing with the Finnish Phenom, Tuhoa Valo.

West
Ladies and gentlemen, Tuhoa Valo.

Boos can be heard all the way backstage, coming from inside the arena.

West
Tuhoa, what’s your gameplan going into your match tonight against Germaine Williams? And can you give us any insight on this “plan” of yours, that you keep talking about?

The Finnish Phenom
First and foremost, allow me to read you an excerpt from Krunk’s journal…

Valo pulls a piece of paper up to his face.

The Finnish Phenom
I can’t help it that I suck. Baby, I was born this way.

Valo crumbles up the piece of paper, and throws it in the face of Shane West before he begins to walk away. However, Shane West is quick to cut him off.

West
Wait a minute, Valo… What about that plan we’ve heard so much about?

Tuhoa stops dead in his tracks, and turns his head around. After a moment of staring at Shane West, he simply shakes his head and walks away. We then go back to ringside…

Nicky Paige: The following match is the final First Round match in the Tag Team Tournament for this evening! Coming first to the ring, making their APW debuts…weighing at a combined weight of 262 lbs, Amber Storm and Sophie Storm…Storm Front!!!

The Voice Intro of Calm Before the Storm plays. Once the music bursts into full speed, Amber and Sophie Storm walk throught the curtain. Sophie stand there with her arms folded while Amber dances and plays to the crowd. They walk down the ring, Sophie stone faced, but slapping hands with the fans, and Amber taunting/having fun with the fans. Sophie slides under the bottom rope while Amber hops up on the ring apron and leans back against the ropes. She flaunts before leaning back and using the ropes to flip herself backwards in the ring.

Shane West: Well, these girls certainly look beautiful but they’re not here to make up the numbers. They’re very serious about this tournament and making a name for themselves here.
Dick Harris: But they’re up against Logan Alexander and the North American champion AJP. It’s a tall order for anybody on their debut!

Nicky Paige: And their opponents, weighing a combined weight of 352 lbs…Logan “Chaos Stryke” Alexander and the APW North American Champion Aubrey J Parker…MNM!!!

The lights fade in the arena. The opening chords of "Dare" begin to play. A pair of fireballs fly down to the stage, one on either side. Once they get there and go off, two lines of pyrotechnics go off from either end of the stage, criss-crossing in the middle and highlighting two figures standing with their arms outstretched to either side. Lights focus down on the pair as the pyrotechnics subside, revealing Logan Alexander and Aubrey Jessica Parker in their usual wrestling attire, standing back to back, Aubrey facing the ring and Logan facing the entryway.

Parker lowers her arms and starts walking down the ramp. Logan lowers his arms, turns and follows suit. They both reach out, slapping the outstretched hands of fans as they make their way down to ringside, the spotlights following them down. At ringside Parker hops up onto the apron, sliding across with one hand gliding across the middle rope and one pressed to her lips before blowing a long and sensual kiss to the audience, earning a series of cheers from many men and women alike, as Logan climbs the ring steps and moves out to join her. Logan moves between the ropes, holding them open for Parker to enter the ring, before following her in. Parker makes her way to the turnbuckles, hopping onto them to continue playing to the lively audience. Logan makes his way around to the various sides of the ring, calling out to the crowd. They both make their way over to their corner, Logan removing his glasses and jacket as Parker finishes her preparation for the match. Logan nods to her as he climbs out onto the apron and hands off his jacket to a ringside technician, while Parker prepares to start off the match.

Shane West: Well they’ll be keen to win tonight to keep up their good form. Both won of course last week on Meltdown.

Bell Rings

Amber Storm and AJP start this match and quickly engage in a grapple. Amber quickly flips AJP at the ropes, performing an Arm Drag. The momentum sends AJP to the ropes and she responds positively, grabbing Amber’s arm and flipping her into the ropes, before giving her an Arm Drag of her own when she returns to the ring. Both women then grab each other and AJP hits a swift Hip Toss. Amber though isn’t weak and she’s quick to her feet. AJP attempts a Spinning Heel Kick and Amber ducks it, bouncing off the nearby ropes and planting the North American champion with a Hurricanrana. Both women rise to their feet, AJP admittedly more in a ditzier place, and the audience cheers with the quick-paced start to the match.

Shane West: Great start to the match! Wonderful chemistry by both these women!
Dick Harris: And that Amber looks like a tricky cookie, AJP might have her work cut out.

Both girls grapple again, and AJP is quick to slip behind Amber and grapple her from behind. She locks her arms around Amber’s waist and lifts her into an impressive Release German Suplex, and Amber hits the ground hard. AJP gets up quickly and attempts a pin, but AJP kicks out before the referee can make a count. Frustrated, AJP takes Amber to her corner and tags in Alexander, garnering a pop from the crowd. Being over 100 pounds heavier than his opponent, Alexander has a great weight advantage and utilises this to his advantage, whipping Amber at the ropes and cracks her to the ground with a dropkick. There are cheers from the crowd but admittedly one or two boos as Alexander goes to exploit his advantage over his opponent again. He lifts Amber up and attempts an Irish Whip again, but Amber reverses this into a Monkey Flip, before tagging in Sophie for her first bit of APW in-ring action.

Shane West: Here’s Sophie for her first taste of in-ring action here!
Dick Harris: Interesting about Alexander though. At around 225 lbs he’s normally a smaller guy in fights, but here he’s comfortably the biggest wrestler, and has a chance to throw his weight around. If the crowd don’t like it then they’re just ignorant to a wrestler being able to use his weight to his advantage for once!

Sophie can certainly pack a punch and she immediately goes to work on Alexander, elbowing him in the back while he’s on all fours, preventing him from getting to his feet. She then attempts to lock in an armbar, but Alexander rolls onto his back, which in turn allows him to get to his feet quicker, and the duo lock up. Sophie continues to gain the upper hand and dropkicks Alexander to the knees, before bouncing off of the ropes. She attempts a Hurricanrana, but Alexander reverses this into a very impressive and powerful Powerbomb!

Dick Harris: Amazing reversal! She’s down for the count!

He makes a cover:

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Kickout by Sophie.

Logan sighs as he lifts his opponent up, and takes her into the corner, tagging AJP back in. Alexander lifts Sophie into an Atomic Drop, and AJP leaps off the ropes into a stunning Leg Lariat, bringing Sophie down with a thud. AJP attempts a cover:

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Kickout by Sophie.

Shane West: Sophie’s down but not out, although she’s taken some damage!
Dick Harris: She’s a tough cookie but there’s only so much someone will take, especially against these two.

Sophie is taking a fair bit of damage here, as she slowly gets to her feet, looking over at her sister and hoping she can make the tag sooner rather than later. But AJP isn’t interested in a fair fight, and wants to advance in this tournament sooner rather than later. She grabs Sophie, and plants a swift Body Slam into the centre of the ring. She quickly follows this up with a Lionsault, but Sophie crucially lifts her knees, and avoids a precarious situation while hurting her opponent. There’s a small cheer as she rolls over and tags in Amber, who grins as she confronts a wounded AJP. She lifts the champ up and attempts a Spinning Heel kick, only for AJP to grab the foot. Amber then attempts an Enziguri, only for AJP to duck that cunningly and as Amber spins around, meets a firm DDT in the centre of the ring to large cheers of the crowd! The triple counter has taken everyone by surprise as AJP slowly rises to her feet, and lifts Amber up as well. She turns around and hits off the ropes, and the arena collectively silences as she goes for the Makeunder.

Shane West: Makeunder! Here we go!

However Amber is cunning enough to flip AJP enough so she lands on her feet behind Amber, and the newcomer quickly capitalises on AJP’s lost bearings with a Neckbreaker. The crowd are surprised at Amber’s resilience but are also impressed as she climbs to her feet. She tags Sophie back in and the two go to work on Meltdown’s singles champion, kicking mudholes into her until the referee is forced to intervene. Amber complies, as Sophie lifts AJP up and attempts to lift her into a Vertical Suplex. This works until the halfway stage, when AJP is able to land behind her opponent, and with a firm dropkick to the lower back, sends Sophie flying to the floor. AJP then makes a tag, and Alexander enters the ring, keen to get this match over and done with sooner rather than later. He picks up the groggy Sophie and plants his Chaotic Finale (Death Valley Driver) in the centre of the ring to a large pop. He makes the cover:

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Amber makes the save!

Shane West: Amber with the save! She really had to be there, otherwise their chances in this match were over!
Dick Harris: Important breakup there by Amber but how will it affect the match?

The interference causes AJP to rush into the ring and all of a sudden there’s chaos as the referee attempts to bring some order into the match. AJP takes Amber to the outside, as Alexander looks frustrated more than anything at not picking up the win. He lifts Sophie up, and whips her into the turnbuckle. She hits it hard, stumbling back a couple of paces and into a Russian Leg Sweep. But Alexander is unable to execute the move, as Sophie plants a well-timed elbow and escapes from the hold. As Alexander holds his face, she hits off the ropes and nails him with a Spinning Heel Kick. The upset suddenly looks on as Sophie feels the match going her way, and she prepares for her finishing move, the Superkick to the back of the head.

Shane West: Here it comes, both Storm girls are known for their Superkicks!
Dick Harris: We could have a major shock on the cards here, Shane!

However what she doesn’t see is AJP dealing of her sister with a firm clothesline on the outside of the ring, and that she’s sneaked up behind her. AJP taps Sophie on the shoulder causing her to turn around, and nails her with a knife edge chop. She follows this with an Irish Whip, and there’s a massive cheer as Alexander lifts Sophie up for the Flapjack, and AJP brings her back down to the ground in the most painful way with the Makeunder!! The crowd cheers again as Alexander makes the count:
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WINNERS: MNM

Nicky Paige: Here are your winners, and advancing to the next stage of the tournament….MNM!!!

Shane West: MNM win! And what a great way to do it!
Dick Harris: Storm Front looked good and nearly had it, but MNM played it cool and won well in the end! They’ll go through, but no shame in the way Storm Front lost at all!

“Dare” plays again as Logan Alexander rolls off of Sophie, and picks himself up off the floor. He hugs AJP and the duo throw their arms in the air briefly, before rolling out the ring and celebrating and advancement in the tournament. It may have been trickier than they would have thought, but they’ve got it done and can focus on who their opponents will be in Round 2. In the ring meanwhile, Amber has entered to see to her sister who is stirring, but looks to be okay. The sisters look disappointed at losing, but can have no shame in the competition they lost to, as the camera fades.

[T-Marv]

We cut to the backstage area again where Aubrey J. Parker is just a few minutes removed from her tag team match against Sophie & Amber Storm. She is in the M&M locker room and has just removed her wrist tape when there's a knock at the partially-open door. She looks caught off guard as she's approached by Overdrive's Cindy Shannon. Aubrey smiles politely but looks ready to walk away as Cindy shoves the microphone into her face.

Cindy: Aubrey! I was just hoping I could catch a few words with you after your victory over Storm Front and your advancement in the tag team tournament.

AJP: Haa.. You were hoping, right?

Cindy: Well... yeah--

: Silly, Cindy. Haven't you heard? Aubrey and Logan don't do press. M&M is too good for it.

Harrisburg boos, recognizing the voice. Aubrey glares past Cindy as Evan Envi strolls into the room. After all, the door had been wide open.

Evan: Were you gonna ask Aubrey about her iffy relationship with Michael Callahan, or William D. Williams, or every other guy on the roster?

Cindy: What? No, I--

Evan: Or were you gonna ask her about her match with Logan Alexander next week? Maybe you were going to pry and ask why she and Logan have been acting like anything BUT a tag team as of late, unless it's been convenient for them.

Cindy: ...I was going to--

Evan: MAYBE you were gonna tell Aubrey here that she and Logan can only play these games and put up this charade for so long, because sooner or later, the truth is gonna come out... The heat's gonna get too hot... And they're gonna do what all of us have wanted to see for months. Rip each other apart.

That's what's gonna happen. It's exactly what's gonna happen. And I'm gonna be right there, making sure I get a front row seat to witness the destruction of the short-lived M&M.

LA: Maybe you should take a walk, Evan.

The crowd roars and AJP smiles as Logan Alexander steps into the room, standing behind Logan. Evan doesn't turn, but just narrows his eyes at Aubrey. He laughs a bit to himself and looks down. Cindy Shannon is at a loss and backs out of frame entirely.

LA: Cindy, Evan. Both of you. That's your cue to exit. I need some time with my partner.

Evan: Seems like a LOT of men--

Evan turns as he begins saying this, and Logan grabs him by his collar. Evan swats his hands away and takes a huge stride back from Logan and Aubrey, looking at them with disdain. He brushes himself off and glares as he follows Cindy Shannon out of the locker room.

Logan starts to address Aubrey, but the two are caught off guard once more and the crowd boos loudly as Sienna Harrison steps into the room, standing between the two of them. She grins.

Sienna: You guys don't need too much alone time. You're gonna have plenty next week...

AJP: Sienna, we don't need this. Go talk to someone who gives a damn.

Sienna: Hm. You two should. Because I know what kind of match you're having next week?

Slowly, both Logan and Aubrey turn to her with curiosity.

LA: ...And how would you have that information?'

Siennna just giggles and backs away from the two.

Sienna: I'll see you next week, guys. It'll be the most exciting North American Championship match the world has ever seen. YOU TWO will make sure of that.

As Sienna steps out into the hallway, she is joined by Alexander Duvall to a thunderous chorus of boos. Sienna winks at Logan and Aubrey and wraps her arms around Duvall's. Duvall gives the two a blank, cold stare before smiling faintly and walking alongside Sienna down the corridor. The camera fades to black on the troubled expressions of Aubrey J. Parker and Logan Alexander.


Nicky Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall! First, from HELLsinki…weighing at 245 lbs, “The Finnish Phenom” Tuhoa Valo!

Nemesis starts to play as a mix reaction from the crowd drowns out the music. The arena fills with strobe lighting, as smoke begins to come up from the entrance ramp. Slowly, Tuhoa Valo creeps out from behind the curtain with his head down, and his hair dripping wet. As the tempo of the song picks up, he quickly lifts his head, as his hair flies back, and the water from his hair goes in every direction. He raises his arms into the air, and a lightning bolt strikes directly in front of him, at the top of the ramp. He immediatley begins a dead-run straight to the ring, sliding in, and getting right to his feet. He runs to the far-right corner, and gets on the second rope, staring around at the crowd.

Shane West: now there’s a man on a mission. Won at One Night in Hell, but lost last week. He’ll be eager to get back to winning ways.
Dick Harris: He certainly looks the part. One win away from a potential North American Championship match!

Nicky Paige: And his opponent, from Shoreline, Washington…weighing at 215 lbs, Germaine “Krunk” Williams!

The crowd bursts into cheers as 'Kush In The Bamboo' begins to play, Krunk arrives from the back with a wide toothy grin, as the lights go out and neon blue lasers flash throughout the arena. The neon blue lasers continues to flash as he walks down slapping multiple fans hands until he reaches the ring. The rookie rolls under the bottom rope, climbing the turnbuckle. The Natural stands there and awaits for the match to begin.

Shane West: And the man who nearly won the title! He’ll certainly want another shot at AJP’s belt.

The bell rings and Valo quickly grabs Williams around the neck. He delivers a firm knee to the midriff, doubling him over and plants him with an Irish Whip. He attempts a clothesline, but Williams ducks underneath the outstretched arm and treats Valo to a couple of punches, to a small cheer from the crowd. Valo manages to block a punch and responds with a couple of his own, forcing his opponent into the corner. He attempts a choke with outstretched arms, but the referee comes to Williams’ rescue and not wanting to be disqualified, Valo reluctantly lets go of the hold, glaring at the referee as he walks back to the middle of the ring. Williams is allowed to come forward as Valo attempts a grapple, only for The Natural to duck the attempt and plant the Finnish Phenom with a German Suplex which is impressive considering his size. The referee counts the cover:

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Shane West: Nice counter by Williams!
Dick Harris: But he’ll have to do more to keep Valo down. That won’t do!

Both men rise to their feet with Valo unhappy at Williams getting the first pinfall attempt, and responds with a fierce whip to the turnbuckle. Williams stumbles back out of the corner and straight into a knee to the gut, followed up with a Double Underhook Piledriver that shakes the ring. There are a few jeers from the crowd as Valo gets himself up, lifting up his opponent and locking him into a Sleeper Hold. It’s only for a brief moment however as Williams throws a couple of kicks behind him, ultimately forcing Valo to break the hold. Valo tries to grab Williams again, but the Man Gravity Forgot shows why he has that nickname by jolting forward, leaping off the bottom rope and bringing Valo down with a Diving Headbutt to his standing opponent. The crowd cheers loudly as he kips up, feeling that he well and truly has the momentum in this match. He picks Valo up, and throws a Discus Punch into his face. Williams then runs off the ropes, attempting a Pele Kick, only for Valo to duck out the way at the last moment. Williams is back up to his feet quickly but only to receive a powerful Belly to Belly Suplex, followed by a pin attempt:

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Shane West: Oof! Powerful move by Valo, nearly kept Williams down!
Dick Harris: Nearly but not quite enough. Come on Valo, just one more!

There’s a sigh of relief from the fans, but Valo looks visibly annoyed at the referee through his mask. He’s getting restless and lifts Williams up again, trying to throw him face-first into the turnbuckle. But Williams resists with his arms, and manages to duck under Valo’s arm and behind him, having to react quickly to plant his foe with a Neckbreaker. It’s actually a decent moment to rest for both men as the referee begins his count, but it’s nothing serious, with the pair stirring after only a couple of counts. By four, they’re back at their feet, and they’ve locked up again, Williams attempting and succeeding an Irish Whip. But Valo races at the ropes, and as they meet again in the centre of the ring uses his momentum to grab Williams’ arm and throw him at the ropes instead. They both hit the ropes, meeting up in the middle of the ring with an almighty crash of bodies, the crowd cheering as they both effectively knock themselves out.

Shane West: Both men are down! Who will take advantage?
Dick Harris: It could be neither, that was a pretty brutal knock out!

The ref makes his count, and this time it’s a more serious one, with neither making movement after three shouts. But eventually, Williams is the first to react, and uses the nearby ropes to pull himself up. Valo follows, but it’s Williams who is up first, ending the ref’s count at seven and having the momentum of the crowd behind him. Sensing victory, he lifts Valo up, and throws a couple of punches, forcing him into the corner. He then lifts Valo into a Fireman’s Carry, and quickly gets up, firing off the ropes and attempting a Springboard Corkscrew Moonsault, only for Valo to lift his knees up and counter the move! With Williams incapacitated, Valo quickly gets to his feet, planting him with his finisher, Commence Destruction! He makes the cover:

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WINNER: Tuhoa “The Finnish Phenom” Valo

Nicky Paige: here is your winner…”The Finnish Phenom” Tuhoa Valo!!!

Shane West: He’s done it! A fantastic victory by Tuhoa Valo!
Dick Harris: Yes! Brilliant win! Fully deserved as well! Parker, watch out for your title!

Valo rolls off his opponent as Nemesis plays again, and he climbs to his feet, lifting his arms up and proud of his victory. He leaves the ring knowing he’s had to work hard to win, but managed to put the effort in when it mattered to get back to winning ways as the camera fades.

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[T-Marv]

The arena pipes down as the distinctive sitar melody of “Paint It, Black” by The Rolling Stones hits the speakers as Michael Callahan's beaming face appears on the megatron.

Harris: Are you ready!

Drums come to life followed by the galloping rythym of the guitar and the crowd come alive for none other than the former, and only APW Pro Life Champion Michael Callahan himself. The smug Republican holds nose high in the air as he struts out before a packed audience. Cameras flash all across the arena as everyone tries to get a decent shot of the man but Callahan sighs and puts a hand up to the cameras to discourage the bulbs, but does so “politely.”

West: Here comes the self proclaimed American Hero himself, Mr. Michael Callahan!

Harris: What do you mean “self proclaimed”, Shane? Don’t act like that’s not what this is. That’s exactly what this is. You should be bowing right now.

West: That’s unlikely. But is that Adam Stenfelder in our Meltdown ring?!

Harris: Um. Yes. What the hell is he doing here?

Stenfielder: Ladies and gentlemen... The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is your Asylum versus Overdrive, main event showcase! Introducing first... From Kelso, Washington... weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds... He is the American Hero and your duly elected wrestling representative, MICHAEEEEEEELLLL CALLAHAAAAAAAN!

Sauntering towards the ring with Mick Jagger's dulcet tones backing up his every step, Callahan is the absolute picture of quiet confidence as he mingles with his people. Smirking and laughing and telling jokes to crowd members, it's no secret that this audience are absolutely disgusted by him. He even goes as far as to try and kiss someone's baby but its mother promptly pulls her child away from him.

He finally makes his way up the steel steps holding his head high again before climbing in through the ring ropes. He then anxiously watches the ring ramp like a hawk in anticipation of Kurt Noble as the crowd jeer and boo him vigorously.

West: Listen to this audience...

”WE WANT NOBLE! NOBLE SUCKS!!”

”WE WANT NOBLE! NOBLE SUCKS!”

”WE WANT NOBLE! NOBLE SUCKS!”

The lights in the arena shut off, as the chorus to "Labrinth" blasts through the speakers. After a few moments, out steps Kurt Noble, eliciting a deafening mixed reaction from the crowd. By this time, Nicky Paige is back in the ring.

Paige: And his opponent, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada and weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds... KURRRRTTT NOBLE!

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

West: This is it! The fans wanted it and we got it right here in our main event! Kurt Noble makes his Meltdown debut against a man that was voted into the same position last time we did this, Michael Callahan.

Harris: Not the SAME position... This time, he won’t lose!

Ding, ding, ding!

Main Event
Michael Callahan vs Kurt Noble

The bell rings and the two men stand off to a huge pop from the crowd. It’s Noble that goes to intiate the lockup but immediately, Michael Callahan rolls out of the ring and stretches his arm. He tells the ref that he needs a minute and rolls his eyes as a ten count is started.

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West: Well this isn’t what the fans voted to see. What, is he going to just walk out before the match even gets started?

Harris: Leave him alone! Michael Callahan was in a seven-man TLC match on Asylum last night and he almost won the whole damn thing. I think he deserves a little downtime.

West: Well, Kurt doesn’t.

Kurt Noble slides out of the ring to the delight of the crowd and Callahan runs around ringside. Callahan hops over steel steps and turns around, flipping them up and causing Kurt to run right into them with his knees! Kurt cries out and falls over onto his back. Callahan stomps him on the outside and then picks him up, throwing him first into the announce table and then roughly into the edge of the ring apron before rolling him in.

West: Callahan has to be careful. Moves like that risk disqualification.

Harris: And moves like that are effective! Kurt Noble has definitely slowed down.

Noble crawls toward the ropes on his hands and knees and Callahan delivers a hard kick to the ribcage and Noble falls across the middle. Callahan immediately runs to the ropes and pushes Noble’s throat down across the middle with his knee. The ref counts... ”ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! F--!” And Callahan breaks, walking to the center of the ring with his hands innocently in the air. Noble gasps for air and starts to get up but Callahan hits him with a jab to the jaw... then another... and performs a mocking dance in the center of the ring before taking Noble down with a Lariat.

Harris: Hahaha the Corporate Waltz on Meltdown!

Callahan makes the cover...

West: But can that put away Kurt Noble?

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Harris: Suppose not.

Callahan places himself behind Noble and begins to position him for a Seated Dragon Sleeper, but Noble leans back as far as he can and brings a knee up right into Callahan’s skull! Callahan drops Noble and Noble walks up to hit the forthcoming Callahan with a Hip Toss. Callahan gets up and runs at Noble but gets hit with the Overhead Belly to Belly instead! Callahan hits the mat and Noble rolls over to him for the cover, but Callahan slides to the ropes using them to get up. This doesn’t stop Noble though who has all but lost his patience and rushes Callahan to club him maliciously across the neck and back of the head. The referee starts to intervene but Noble pulls Michael Callahan away from the ropes and hits him with a second Belly to Belly. He gives the ref a glare and covers Callahan.

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West: Michael Callahan isn’t moving with as much grace and isn’t executing that technical prowess to the ability that we know he can. Maybe the mind games of Noble have already taken effect?

Harris I told you.. the guy just came out of a hellacious TLC match not even 24 hours ago. You really expect him to dominate right now? Give him some damn credit!

Kurt Noble lifts Callahan up and this time throws his throat over the second rope and drives his knee into the back of his neck. Callahan squirms and sputters for the ref who gives Noble the same count he did Callahan. ”ONE! TWO! THREE! FOU--!” Noble breaks before the referee finishes counting four and lifts Callahan up, hitting a European Uppercut. Callahan does a full 360 before Kurt jumps up to hit an Enziguiri! Callahan falls to his knees in the center of the ring and Kurt Noble runs at him for another Enziguiri!

But Callahan ducks! He catches Kurt’s leg and drops him face-first to the mat before locking in the STF! Harrisburg reacts dividedly and Kurt tries to pry Michael Callahan’s hands off of him but to no avail. He moans out in anguish and and crawls for seconds upon seconds before he can finally slink an arm over the bottom rope. Michael releases the hold out of frustration and begins stomping away at Kurt who remains in the ropes, but the referee physically restrains him, causing a shouting match to develop between the two.

Harris: Don’t worry about the ref, focus on the crazy dude getting up by the ropes!

West: I’m surprised you didn’t blame that on the TLC match too.

Once Noble gets up, Callahan pulls him away from the ropes and takes him down with a Snapmare followed by a kick with the toe of the boot right to the back! Kurt’s hands shoot outward in shock and he is left vulnerable to the Chin Lock Callahan applies. Every few seconds, Callahan rises up slightly and drives his knee into Noble’s spine while clenching the hold. For over 20 seconds Noble tries to escape and finally throws himself to his side to force Callahan to break the hold. Callahan gets another stomp to Noble’s spine but Noble is the one that slides out of the ring this time. He paces back and forth in front of the ring, seething, glaring eerily up at both Michael Callahan and the referee as the count-out continues.

West: Well the referee is up to five and Kurt Noble is just staring. I don’t like it and I don’t think Callahan does either.

Harris: The guy looks like he’s about to rack up a handful of attempted murder charges. Should we relocate?

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Harris: The Mark of Nobility can’t put away a real American Hero!

West: Not this time, but it was close.

Noble lifts Callahan up and delivers an Spinout Inverted DDT! Callahan looks dazed and Noble covers him again!

West: Noble DDT!

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Harris: And that didn’t put him down either. I won’t lose faith in our hero, Shane, even if you have!

Noble laughs a bit in the referee’s face but stops abruptly causing the ref to back off. Noble bends down to pick up Callahan again but Callahan reverses it into an Inside Cradle and earns a count!

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West: That was a close one! Noble almost got outsmarted by the former Pro Life Champ.

Harris: A Canadian getting outsmarted by an American? Ahah! Who would’ve ever thought?

Noble and Callahan trade blows as the men get up, but Callahan gets the upperhand following a shot right to the jaw. Noble goes groggy and Callahan hits the ropes, coming off to hit a Dropkick to Noble! Noble hits the ground face-first and Callahan goes to his back again with a running, snap elbow drop to the small of the back. Noble grunts in pain and starts to get up, but Callahan stops him with a hard stomp and then goes to lock in a Boston Crab! Noble cries out in pain as his back is pulled into an unsafe angle but like earlier, he is able to reach the ropes after a long struggle and cause the crowd to erupt with mixed emotions. Callahan falls to his knees, wiping sweat off of his brow. He turns and glares at Noble and signals for the end. Noble gets up and Callahan charges forward, locking his arms around his former Undisputed Champion’s waist for a German Suplex! He pops his hips and hits a second! Callahan goes for the hat trick, but Noble staggers forward and grabs the top rope preventing it! Callahan tries regardless but the referee tells him to release Noble who is in the ropes.

Callahan chastises the referee but Noble spins around and catches Callahan right across the jaw with a backfist! Callahan stumbles back from the shot and Noble grabs both of his legs, tripping him onto the back and immediately locks in the Sharpshooter that he calls the Dance with the Devil! Harrisburg erupts as the move is locked in and Callahan cries out, pulling at his own hair to detract from the agony. He crawls toward the ropes but as the seconds tick by, he feels the Sharpshooter more.

West: Look! Callahan’s caught in the Dance with the Devil!

Harris: But Noble’s losing his grip. All the damage to his back is getting to him and he can’t keep the move tight.

Callahan is eventually able to simply roll onto his back and kick Noble off of him-- but in the process, Noble’s head connects with the face of the referee, knocking both men into the corner. Noble lands on top of the referee, whose head seems to hit every turnbuckle on the way down.

Harris: Ooooh! Good escape by Callahan, but now the referee is down!

West: Well, I would HOPE that poor man’s wellbeing would be your main concern. He’s out cold!

Noble doesn’t even seem to notice that the referee has fallen, but simply gets up to attempt to lock Callahan in the Sharpshooter again, but once more, Callahan kicks him away and into the ropes. Noble rushes Callahan as he’s getting up, but Callahan captures him in his arms as if going for a Powerslam, but drops Noble for an inverted Backbreaker! Noble cries out in pain and Callahan lifts him back up and... Hits Noble with his own Noble Neckbreaker!

West: Wow! Michael Callahan just stole Noble’s own Noble Neckbreaker!

Harris: No! Politicians don’t STEAL, Shane.

Michael Callahan goes to cover Noble... But he waits for seconds and then sits upright, gaping as he sees the referee barely moving in the corner. Callahan yells for him to wake up, but after a few seconds his anger subsides and is replaced with thoughtfulness. He slowly gets off of Noble and pushes himself up. He rolls out of the ring and throws up the apron, knowing the precise location of his baseball bat. He holds it up for the audience to see and earns a deep reaction as a result. Callahan climbs the apron and stoops in the corner, waiting patiently for Kurt Noble to get up.

West: Things have taken a turn for the worse for Kurt Noble here tonight in Harrisburg. Callahan has that bat and there’s no referee out here to stop it...

Harris: Well I blame Kurt for knocking out the ref to begin with. It doesn’t matter where Callahan hits him: the head, the back-- Kurt’s going to be down, either way.

Kurt Noble slowly gets up in the center of the ring and Michael Callahan runs at him full force and swings, connecting with a shot to the back that echoes through the arena. Noble howls out in a glass-shattering scream and collapses to the mat. Callahan discards of the weapon and pushes Noble over, hooking both legs and waiting patiently... patiently for the ref to come to. The referee finally sees the pin and crawls over, making the count.

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Stenfelder: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, MICHAEL CALLAAHAAAAN!

Harris: He did it! The curse is broken!

West: And so is Kurt Noble’s back... It took so much punishment tonight and the Banzai Charge at the end may have been the final straw.

The referee raises Callahan’s hand in the air and Callahan grins down at Noble with huge eyes. Noble barely seems to be moving on the mat, but rolls onto his back with a far away look in his eyes. He has no expression and Callahan decided that he’s had enough time in the ring and exits up the ramp, but not before grabbing his baseball bat.

Harris: Noble might need some help to the back. Is Chris Hart anywhere around here? Ha...

West: Not funny.

Harris: What?! Why not?!

West: Hell of a fight Kurt Noble put up, but the rules just weren’t bent in his favor tonight. I don’t think these fans have too much sympathy for him though... And you know... Why should they?

Harris: Well there you have it guys... Tune in Next week for the continuation of our Tag Team Championship Tournament, and a North American Championship Match between AJP and Logan Alexander.

West: For Dick Harris, I'm Shane West. We'll see you next week!