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Post by Johnny Rebel on Nov 15, 2012 21:46:38 GMT -4
Pyro blasts through the stage as the camera pans across the arena, highlighting the various signs which include, "I miss Carmen Rivera" and "IT IS WHAT IT IS!" The camera cuts to Johnny Chase and Darren Harvey at the commentating table. Harvey: Welcome everyone to Thursday Evening Overdrive! It's a great night to take in an APW show... with a huge main event that will see Terry Marvin square off against C.J. Gates!
Chase: You could call that a co-main event with Biggs, Level-One and Evan Envi seeing action in a triple threat!
Harvey: Kicking off the night will see Nick Watson defend his Xtreme championship in a three-way dance. But first, we have a word from our champion!
The scene opens up on Nick Watson with a microphone in his hand in the backstage locker-room. Nick looks into the camera takes a deep breath and begins to speak. Nick: Hello, Sensation nation!
I know that some of you out there didn't think I was actually going to say anything this week, but you would be wrong. I had every intention of coming out tonight to talk about how...well...about how things happened at One Night in Hell.
I know that there is quite a bit of controversy surrounding the ending of the match and I also understand that a lot of people believe I was in league with Sienna in her actions and her plans. However, that is not the case! I am as much a victim of her actions as Evan is.I sigh again and try to gather my confidence before continuing on. Nick: It is because of her that my championship reign has been put into question and the faith that my fan base has has been wavering. It is why I didn't want to come out here...because in a way I felt bad and didn't know if my words would be heard or believed. Yet, well...here I am.
I knew that deep down the only way to face the controversy was to speak up and I gathered my courage to come out here and tell you to not believe the analysts. Instead believe me when I say that I fought hard for this championship and that I worked my ass off to even get to the point where I am now. Holding this title and talking to a rabid fan base that has been completely amazing in their backing of me. I ask you to remain confident and to remain loyal to me through this troubling time." Nick pauses and leans against the nearby wall. Nick: And I know tonight it is going to be hard to remain confident because tonight I have to go against two guys who are amazing out in that ring. Shadow and Smith deserve this opportunity and I can't wait to give them that opportunity.
Sure, neither of them had good things to say about me, but at the same time...can you blame them? After what happened even I didn't know what to think, but the only thing I can do for now is try to put my best foot forward from now on and to work hard. As your champion and your favorite sensation here on APW.
So all I ask and I do believe it is fair of me to ask this, is for you all to put faith in me, because tonight...I need that faith more than ever to overcome this obstacle that has been put in front of me. So...I guess that is it.
I love you guys and I hope that after tonight, even if the odds are against me, that I can represent APW, and win big tonight and retain the championship! Anyway, I got a match to get to. Take it easy, I guess.Nick begins to walk out toward the ring where his match is awaiting me. He has a weak grin on his face, but his stride is confident. Paige: Our first match is scheduled for one fall... and is for the APW Xtreme Championship!The lights in the area quickly cut out. The fans are abuzz, and the electricity in the air is met with one lyric. “ALL OF THE LIGHTS” Fireworks go off in time with the bass to the song as a large, dark silhouette appears on the stage. It stands still as a statue as the music continues and the capacity crowd cheers its collective heart out. Paige: Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 275 lbs., and representing New York City, New York... "The Big Apple Asskicker" A.C. Smith!Harvey: Here comes our first megastar of the evening... and in my opinion, one mountain of a man!Chase: For sure! He's my pick to dethrone Nick Watson tonight and take home some APW gold!The screen goes dark for a moment as the crowd goes quiet. Suddenly Cristina's voice is heard screaming "I Awake from Madness, One More Time!" As lighting bursts across the titantron. Two explosions rip across the stage as Shadow emerges from behind the curtain on a monochromatic screen. The arena on their feet, cheering. Paige: Coming to the ring next, weighing in at 290 lbs., and representing Denton, Texas... Shadow!He wears his leather duster and strides through the fog at his knees. Lighting flashing on the screens behind him as they cause more fireworks to explode as he marches toward the ring. As he makes his way around the ring, Shadow shakes hands with the kids, the fans who are there. He turns after circling the ring and pulls himself up and over the top rope. Inside Shadow raises one arm high as the two corners behind him burst with flames. The color returns to normal as the fans cheer wildly. Harvey: Shadow is without a doubt the strangest megastar on Overdrive! He's a former Xtreme champion and knows what it takes to hold on to this prestigious belt!Chase: He worked his way through the Meltdown roster and now has a chance to make some waves on Overdrive.Paige: And finally, he is the current Xtreme Champion, weighing in at 198 lbs., and representing Carson City, Nevada... "The Sensational One" Nick Watson!"Smooth Criminal" by Alien Ant Farm hits the PA as the fans stand up as Nick Watson emerges on the entrance ramp with a girl on each of his arms. He grins widely as the fans let out cheers and whistles at him and for the two girls, he then asks both the girls to make their way down to the ring, which they promptly do, allowing Nick to look around the arena in a non-distracted fashion. Nick raises his fist to the sky and pumps it a few times, each time green and white pyrotechnics explode around the entrance ramp, after the third time he stops, and makes his way down to the ring. As he reaches the ring, the girls lower the ropes so that he can get inside the ring easily, he grins, and then does so, making sure to kiss the two girls, and then tell them to leave. They obey and make their way backstage. Nick then looks at the entrance ramp as he takes off his shirt, to the adoration of some of the women at ring side, and throws it out into the crowd, as he gets ready for his match to start. Xtreme Rules - Xtreme Championship
"The Big Apple Asskicker" A.C. Smith vs. Shadow vs. Nick Watson(c
All three men stand in the middle of the ring, sizing one another up, when all of the sudden Shadow strikes first with a superkick that catches Watson across the chin. Watson stumbles through the middle ropes and down on to the concrete floor. A.C. looks on in shock as Watson tries to regain composure outside of the ring. Shadow faces Smith with a grin on his face as the crowd roars in approval at the quick start of the match.
Harvey: Wow! What a shot from Shadow!
Chase: That was awesome... plain awesome! Can I change my pick for winner of this match yet?
Shadow turns his attention to A.C. and the two lock horns in the middle of the ring. They tussle back and forth with neither man gaining too much of an advantage until Smith kicks Shadow in the stomach, breaking the hold. He leads Shadow in to the corner of the ring but Shadow catches him with a knee to the stomach, which causes Smith to hunch over, and Shadow drives an elbow to the back of the head. Smith drops down to one knee, and Shadow comes flying in with a high knee to the face. Smith falls over to the mat as Shadow goes for a quick cover...
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Nick Watson jumps on Shadow with a diving double-axehandle to break up the pin attempt!
Harvey: A little bit of a non-chalent pin attempt there from Shadow and it may have cost him the match!
Chase: I almost forgot about Nick Watson, Darren! It's about time he quit napping on the floor!
Watson slides out underneath the bottom rope and pulls the chair from underneath Nicky Paige at ringside, but turns around to see that Shadow has followed him to the outside of the ring. Watson has enough time to dodge the first punch from Shadow but as the second one is coming, Watson holds up the chair and Shadow nearly folds it in half with a wild haymaker that barely misses Watson. Nick swings the folded chair across the small of Shadow's back and he stumbles in to the guardrail. Watson waves for Shadow to get up, and tosses him the chair, which Shadow barely catches, and Nick comes flying in with a dropkick that forces the chair to smack against Shadow's face. The big man falls over the railing and in to the laps of those lucky enough to buy front row seats.
Harvey: Watson sends Shadow in to the cheap seats! That's a big man... I hope our fans are OK!
Chase: Nobody touch him... you don't watch to catch whatever that guy is carrying!
A ringside fan volunteers a replacement chair for the one Shadow just destroyed to Watson, as Nick rolls back in the ring. A.C. Smith is up on all fours and trying to get back to his feet when Watson soccer kicks him in the ribs, and rolls him over face-up on the mat. Nick holds the chair up in the air with the intention of jabbing his opponent in the midsection but Smith rolls out of the way at the last minute and Watson drives the chair in the mat. Smith heaves a massive uppercut that sends a mouthful of Watson's saliva flying through the air. He drops the chair, and Smith is quick to his feet. He boots Watson in the stomach and drops Watson across the chair face first with a jumping DDT. Smith goes for the cover...
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Harvey: That was close!
Chase: How in the world did Watson kick out of that huge DDT on the chair? Now he's busted right open!
The crowd cheers as Watson kicks out and A.C. looks on with disbelief. While A.C. argues with the referee, it looks as if Shadow has gone dumpster diving under the ring and slides in the ring with a Kendo stick. A.C. turns around to see Shadow waving him on, but ducks underneath a baseball swing by Shadow and gets out of dodge immediately, rolling underneath the bottom rope and out of harms way. Shadow turns his attention to Watson, and as soon as Nick gets to his feet, the "CRACK" of the Kendo stick against Waton's bloodied face resounds around the arena. However, Watson showing his true champion spirit, refuses to go down! Shadow winds up for another shot across the face of the Xtreme Champion, and Watson goes spinning in to the corner, eventually landing face down underneath the turnbuckle.
Harvey: It looks like A.C. Smith is more than happy to stand outside the ring and let Shadow kill Nick Watson!
Chase: It's a beautiful strategy, Johnny. Let those two idiots kill one another and then Smith can roll in the ring and steal the pin!
Shadow slides outside the ring and digs underneath the apron again; this time, coming back with a thick rope. He gets back in the ring with a sick, sadistic grin on his face. He wraps one half of the rope around the neck of Nick Watson, and ties it tightly, beginning to cut off the air supply to Watson's brain. He wraps the other end around his hand, and leads Watson around the ring. Shadow whips Watson in to the ropes, but A.C. Smith is waiting, and pulls down the top rope, as Watson falls over the top, essentially hanging himself in the ring.
Chase: Good lord, Darren! Shadow's going to kill Nick Watson right here on Overdrive!
Watson's feet are dangling as Shadow holds on to the rope. Smith makes sure Watson can't get his footing by holding Nick's feet down from the apron. The two are working together to destroy Nick until "Pilgrimage" by Nine Inch Nails blares over the loudspeakers as Evan Envi and Delikado make an appearance through the entrance curtain immediately drawing the attention of Shadow.
Harvey: What are those two doing here, Johnny?
Chase: Shadow has been begging new general manager Johnny Rebel for a handicap match against these two for a few weeks now and I think Delikado is sick of hearing about it!
Shadow drops the rope, allowing Watson to fall on the concrete floor, as he leaves the ring and gives chase to Delikado. The two disappear to the locker room as Shadow is nowhere to be found, chasing them back through the curtain. A.C. rolls Watson back in the ring, and covers a bloodied and battered "Sensational One."
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Harvey: It looks like Nick Watson still has some fight left in him!
Smith slowly pulls Watson back up to his feet and whips him in to the corner turnbuckle. He charges forward with a big splash that smashes Watson against the weight of A.C. Smith and the padded turnbuckle. Smith helps Watson up to the top rope, perching him in a sitting position on the top, and putting each one of Nick's legs on the outside of the ropes. Smith hooks him up in a suplex position, prepared to launch off with a superplex, but Watson has enough wherewithal to block the attempt. Watson musters every bit of strength left in him to shove A.C. backwards and Smith falls from the top ropes and on to the metal chair that had been laying in the middle of the ring, it conveniently landing on the side of his face after the impact. Watson leaps off with a flying elbowdrop, surely running off nothing but adrenaline, and lands across the throat of the challenger. He goes for the cover...
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Paige: Here is your winner, via pinfall, and still APW Xtreme Champion... "The Sensational One" Nick Watson! [/color] Harvey: What a great match and a great victory for Nick Watson. He's really pulled out all of the stops lately! We'll be right back...."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) Chase: Well, I thought we were heading for a commercial break... what the hell is this fool doing on Overdrive?Harvey: Knuckles has been defending that Dark Match Championship on every show, I guess that it would be our turn. Knuckles got his start here on Overdrive you know.Knuckles walks around the ring and heads to the announcers booth where he shakes Chase's and Harvey's hands, grabs the mic and jumps inside the ring while Mini and Maxi stand guard on the outside. The sea of mixed messages from the fans erupt throughout the arena. Knuckles: I HAVE RETURNED!!! The place where I started 3 years ago! And thank god I left cuz' this place has really gone to shit huh? I guess it was bound to happen with all the GOOD talent that left here to go to the premier show on ASYLUM!!Harvey: Is that really called for?Chase: Seriously, do I go to Asylum and tell him how to push the mop?Knuckles: Fear not, I am here to save you all and I will do it by defending MY Dark Match Championship because we all know that's what you all really want. I am YOUR champion and I will defend this for each and every one of you. And no matter how may times I get jumped by some faggot in a black costume, I will NEVER give up and continue to fight.Chase: He isn't My champion....Harvey: Hey wait......You don't suppose that guy in black will be here tonight would he? This sounds too familiar and awfully convenient. Chase: I hope so, Knuckles needs a good beat down.Harvey: Think about it. Didn't Branden Harvey have some guy in black attacking him for weeks on end just for it to end up Johnny Knuckles just 2 years ago? You don't think this is Harvey's payback do you?Chase: There's no way that Jeff would hire him back......Knuckles: As the fighting champion I am, I have found a very SPECIAL opponent this week and this is my gift to the people of Overdrive. Coming to the ring is the FORMER XTREME CHAMPION! I give to you all......my opponent this week........“Fuel” by Metallica hits over the pa system as “Super Sonic” Branden Harvey comes bursting out through the titantron and onto the top of the ramp as the crowd goes ballistic. Harvey: IT'S BRANDEN HARVEY!! HE IS HERE!! These two met two years ago and now he's back to go another round.Chase: Talk about a lose/lose situation for Overdrive.Harvey continues to hype the crowd as he runs down and slides into the ring. He hops onto the corner and continues to taunt the crowd as the roar with excitement. He hops down and faces Knuckles who is standing there clapping for him. Surely a sign of mutual respect from old friends. Chase: I guess we're stuck watching this crap aren't we?Knuckles hands his stuff to the ref who immediately calls for the bell and Harvey charges at Knuckles with a vicious flurry of lefts and rights. Knuckles pulls guard but Harvey then switches to kicks that keeps Knuckles stuck into the corner. Harvey finishes his barrage of punches and kicks with one jumping high kick that clocks Knuckles in the head and sends him to the ground. Harvey continues to keep the crowd roaring as they chant.... BRANDEN HARVEY!
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BRANDEN HARVEY!!
Clap clap clap clap clap He turns around only to see Knuckles up and grabs Harvey and throws him into the corner only to reply with a barrage of forearm smashes and kicks of his own. The crowd boo him as he continues to try and end this quickly. Knuckles lifts up Harvey in a torture rack position only to wiggle out, spring board off the middle ropes and drop kick Knuckles in the back of the head. Knuckles does down to one knee as Harvey starts to stalk him but just then, a man wearing all black come bolting out of the crowd and stands by the ring apron with Mini and Maxi looking on. Knuckles turns around as Harvey goes to hit him with a standing hurricanrana but Knuckles throws Harvey off who lands on his feet but Knuckles falls back against the ropes and the man in black pops up, clubbing Knuckles in the back of the head with a lead pipe sending him to the ground; almost completely out. Chase: The man in black strikes again! HA!Harvey: The man in black WASN'T Branden Harvey.....then who the hell is it?The man in black runs back out through the crowd as APW security continue to chase this crazed fan throughout the concessions. Branden Harvey looks on and doesn't know what to do. He looks around as the crowd cheer him on so he starts to climb the ropes. He calls his move and nails a 630 Phoenix splash on the downed Knuckles. Harvey: SONIC BOOM!! HE NAILED THE SONIC BOOM!!Chase:...and with the assist from that guy in black.Harvey rolls Knuckles over and goes for the pin. 1
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3! THE CROWD GOES WILD!! The winner and NEW APW DARK MATCH CHAMPION, BRANDEN HARVEY!!Chase: I don't believe it.....he did it! He beat Knuckles!Harvey: I was so sure that guy was Branden Harvey. How does he keep getting past APW security?The ref gives Harvey the belt as he runs through the crowd in celebration. The crowd goes ballistic as Harvey celebrates. Knuckles starts to come to and realizes what has happened. He heads to the outside as Harvey runs trough the crowd some more holding the belt up high. He jumps back over the guard rail towards the ring only to meet Knuckles who yells his battle cry of HEE HAWW and clocks Harvey in the face with a brutal donkey punch in mid air. Knuckles pulls Harvey to the flat portion of the ground and makes the cover. 1
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3! The winner and NEW APW DARK MATCH CHAMPION, JOHNNY KNUCKLES!!Chase: Well THAT was short lived.....Harvey: Who could this crazed fan be? And why does he bother attacking Knuckles only to not bother trying to pin him?Chase: My guess is that he has some beef and wants to torture him first.Knuckles grabs the title and starts yelling at Maxi and Mini who seemingly did nothing but watch on. They head back up the ramp and backstage through the sea of boos while Knuckles holds the back of his head. |
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Nov 15, 2012 21:47:07 GMT -4
Harvey: Let's head backstage where Shane West stands by with Envikado!We cut to the backstage area where Shane West stands next to a very concerned-looking Evan Envi, and a distant looking Delikado. West addresses the camera immediately. West: Thanks, guys. I'm backstage here with Envikado. Well... Tonight, not Envikado. By ruling of Johnny Diamond under Johnny Rebel, Delikado is banned from showing up at ringside during the triple threat tonight between Biggs, Level One, and Ev--Delikado raises a fist to interrupt him. Boss Delikado: Did you ever think that such a thing as white collar crime would visit the APW, Shane? More specifically, our humble Overdrive, a brand that’s NEVER been about supporting crime? Because tonight’s the night that connected this company we live in with SUBURBAN HOOD-LEVEL crime, and you just gotta look at the decisions being made by Johnny-freakin’-Diamond to have your proof! Hell, it ain’t even content with just being white collar or “Boyz n the Hood” level-crime! Johnny-freakin’-Diamond’s actions, keeping Delikado from joining his friend and brother Evan Envi at ringside tonight when he faces those sadistic, egomaniacal cut-throats, is a like something a dictator would do!
Now, Delikado ain’t saying Evan needs me at ringside, because we all know it for a FACT! that Evan Envi can beat the crap out of those lesser-thans L1 and Biggs alone and with his eyes closed. Screw it, let’s also tie one hand behind his back, get him wasted, and toss in a little chronic diarrhea, and Delikado will betcha the odds will DOUBLE in The MegaMegaStar’s favor! But that’s not the point. Point is this here tonight, barring Delikado from ringside whether he intended to be there or not, is something an APW-hating dictator does, and damn it if it ain’t completely unfair!West: Well, why exactly is it unfair if Evan doesn't need you?Shane turns the microphone to Evan as Envi steps forward. Evan: It's unfair because Johnny Diamond never gave me a reason to trust him. This is the same guy that forced me to defend my North American Title seconds after I retained it back on Meltdown in July. This is the same guy that allowed Jason Kash entrance into the building where he assaulted me. If I know Diamond, there's a reason for this, and it's NOT in my favor. I don't like him. I never liked him, and I'm a little glad that Rebel is taking charge with this show.West: Well, Delikado, how do you fee--?Boss Delikado: Johnny Rebel’s never been one to be thug-struck, nor does he live in some magical little bubble land that makes me and Evan out to be the bad guys. We’re kosher like the Jesus, and we’ll be walking on water in no time, water being the heads of everyone else of course. Anyway, once his sense of fairness is injected into the politics of Overdrive, you can expect to see Envikado at the top of the mountain where it belongs. For now we just gotta put up with Diamond and his “rules.” Pfft, ass. He has about as much of a chance at slowing us down as Shadow does at walking out of the building after we get our hands on him. REALLY get our hands on him…Evan: Level One and Gary Biggs will be dealt with, Shane, don't you worry. And Delikado? He's got his hands full with Azrael Goeren but we all know it's a foregone conclusion...West: On that topic, do you have anything to say about your match tonight, D—Boss Delikado: Thank you for your kind words and best wishes, Shaney, but in your blinded state at having so much Envikado in your presence, you clearly jumped ahead of your notes and forgot that Delikado does not NEED kind words to goad him into battle with the German. Still, your worshipping of Delikado’s balls is appreciated with a little side of creepy. West: Uhhh, you’re welcome?Delikado pops a cigar into his mouth but doesn’t light it, instead doing the act for show. Boss Delikado: You’re free to be welcome, as is the entire APW populace, to watch me out there in the next few minutes. Watch Delikado soundly prove his points of Bawseness against the sudden epidemic-bringer, the posing fear-monger and propaganda-introducing cat vomit of a dog vomit world, Azrael Goeren. When that point is made, and when Evan’s points are then made, you take it all the way across the APW, to every brand, and let them know Envikado’s the true powerhouse team, the Real APW, and that we’re on the hunt. Hunt for what, you might ask? Gold. Titles, Shane you little fool! A steady place that is fair to the company, but also appropriate to what men of our caliber require. But also…maybe we’re looking for some attachments, maybe some additional transport that can see the road cleared of some of the more trivial debris, that way we don’t have to clear out EVERYTHING, and that way our in…CREDIBLE…focus is on keeping solid Envikado's dominance and seeing the Envikado flag fly high. SO. HIGH. Catch Delikado’s drift?Delikado looks to the camera and flexes his eyebrows in a suggestive manner while Evan nods his head and Shane looks confused. Evan: Shane?West: N-Not really—Boss Delikado: Ah, you’ll learn. There’s still plenty of time for you, but less for others as Evan and I start locking stuff down, making BANK, making it RAIN! Rain on Azrael! Rain on L1 and Biggs! POURING ON JOHNNY DIAMOND! And nourishing all the fans we have yet to amass! Oh, those little grubbers! We gonna give you so much more of this good stuff…Delikado lightly pats Shane on his head before stepping back. Boss Delikado: LIKE A BAWSE!With a laugh, Delikado smacks the microphone out of Shane’s hand and walks off-camera along with Evan, who gives Shane an amused, evil grin, leaving the interviewer to stand looking rather awkward. West: Envikado, everyone…The camera switches to Johnny Knuckles in the hallway continuing to yell at Maxi and Mini while holding the back of his head. Knuckles: What the hell guys?! That's 3 weeks in a row that I needed you to be there and you did nothing. What is Reginald paying you for anyways?Mini: ..........Knuckles: Moral support? You were supposed to watch my back remember? Maxi: *giggles*Knuckles: Ya' I know! Watching is all you fuckers DID do right...Just then, Azrael Goeren comes walking in through the back door with his gear. Apparently he's just arrived and is about to prepare himself for his match before he locks eyes onto the Dark Match Champion himself. Azrael grins as Knuckles starts to firmly grip the belt tighter and tighter out of anger. It's been 10 months since they met back at Survive and Conquer. Inside the steel cage where they, Kurt Noble and Alioth Starre were the final four in what seems to be the LARGEST Survive and Conquer match in history. Goeren cost Knuckles his chance of moving onto the final three, leaving Starre to escape the cage on the other side. They glare at each other from a distance until Goeren drops his bag and heads towards Knuckles who seemingly meets him halfway. The tension could be cut with a knife as both men glare into the others eyes. Hatred radiates through him as Knuckles' blood boils. Goeren grins which only seems to piss Knuckles off even more. Goeren: Ach, Herr Knuckles. Absolutely wonderful to see you again, although truth be told I almost didn't recognize you without my boot kicking the side of your skull in. Let's see, the last time you and I stood face-to-face with one another was...ah yes...when I sent you home at Survive and Conquer. Good times.Knuckles: I wouldn't have been the 4th place runner up if your punk ass didn't get in my way. I had Starre out COLD! That match was MINE to win....Goeren: And yet you didn't win it. Funny how things work out, ja? Even with a schwein like Starre at your mercy, you still could not put him away for good.Knuckles: He beat you didn't he? Azrael's eyes narrow and his smirk temporarily disappears. Goeren: Nein. He did not. I was not pinned. I never submitted. Starre was a coward who kicked me in the crotch then scurried up a ladder like a rat after his piece of cheese. I fail to see how him recovering luggage suspended above the ring makes him a better competitor than I am. Besides, how do you know you'd have fared better against him than me?Knuckles: How do I know? Cuz' I laid him out and pinned him not once but TWICE right after Survive and Conquer. That's proof positive that I would have been half a mil' richer if not for you. I suppose I understand WHY you did what you did. A street fight against me? You had no chance and even less knowing that Noble was there too. Goeren: Oh please, Herr Knuckles. Don't flatter yourself. I took you out simply because I knew how much that match meant to you and the mouth-breathing APW fans. I could barely contain my laughter when I saw you trudge back to the locker room, your dream of winning Survive and Conquer in ashes. I ruined your dream because it was fun. You hear me? Because it was fun! Why don't you shamble on back to Asylum and defend your imaginary title? Better yet, why not leave APW altogether since garbage wrestlers like yourself don't even deserve to share the same ring with a man of my accomplishments.Knuckles: Why you arrogant fuck!! I spend my whole life bleeding for these people and I have proven it day in and day out. Knuckles holds the Dark Match Championship in Goeren's face. Knuckles: This belt is worth MORE than any piece of aluminum foil you put around YOUR waist. CWC? Pfft...That's supposed to be for the champion of champions but you weaseled your way out of facing me head on in MY WORLD! Is this why you came to APW? To take the beating that's coming to you?Azrael smirks again, staring down at the Dark Match Championship with a look of utter disdain. Goeren: I came to APW to achieve far greater things than beating up the company's resident joke. Knuckles: Spoken like a true puss...you can talk all the shit you want but facts are facts. I BEAT the winner of Survive and Conquer TWICE and you couldn't. That's why you came to Overdrive. Cuz' you couldn't handle REAL competition, and on a show that I helped bring violence back to.Azrael's eyes widen at Knuckles' last comment. Goeren: Violence? Violence? Don't you dare try to lecture me about violence. I've done things to people that would make you physically sick to your stomach. The things I've done to people in this business make your most horrific nightmares seem like a tea party with the Care Bears by comparison. You need to do the smart thing right now and walk out that door before I give you a lesson on how many ways I can torture a man.Knuckles: Ha! Don't make me laugh. It's three on one and you couldn't handle me alone...right guys?Knuckles looks around but notices that Mini and Maxi left a while ago. He turns back around and sees Azrael Goeren just smiling as if to taunt Knuckles. Knuckles: Whatever...I don't need their help to beat you. I'll make you my bitch just like I did to Starre.Azrael glares back at Knuckles...neither man saying a word. Finally, Azrael smirks again and gives Knuckles' title a condescending pat. Goeren: As much as I'd love to paint these walls with your pig blood, I've got a match against the villainous Delikado to get ready for. You understand, ja? I suppose, for the moment, we'll just have to shake hands and part ways.Azrael extends his hand towards Knuckles and flashes a pearly white smile. Before Knuckles can react, Azrael pulls his hand back and his smile fades away. Goeren: Survive and Conquer is still quite a ways off, but I want you to get ready mein freund. When I win it this year, everything will change. The old APW will rot away and its place will be something beautiful. Something majestic. Azrael Goeren's APW. An APW that has no need for men like you...With that, Azrael grabs his bag and heads towards the locker room, making sure to bump into Knuckles' shoulder has he passes him. Knuckles stares in Goeren's direction, the rage building inside of him before we switch back ringside. Paige: The following match-up is scheduled for one-fall!”This just in: Wrestling is finally COOL again! DELIKADO...IS...HEEEEERE!” The epically deep-throated narration announced, “Pilgrimage” by Nine Inch Nails begins and a nuclear explosion is heard going off as Boss Delikado walks out onto the stage. As the song keeps playing, he looks out to the ring and points to it with his left index finger before holding out his open right hand and slowly clenching it into a fist. The crowd boos and Boss Delikado slowly walks down the ramp, a little swagger in his powerful Bossy steps. Boss Delikado continues walking until he is at the outside of the ring. He looks at the nearest camera, raising an eyebrow, and fakes a punch to it before jumping up and standing on the side of the ring with his hands on the ropes. He stares out to the crowd, challenging random fans to prove themselves against him, before he jumps over the top rope into the ring. He proceeds to pace around, punching his fists together. Delikado now waits for the match to start as he lazily leans over the top rope and stares out at the crowd, a highly amused smirk of superiority on his face. LIKE A BAWSE! Paige: Introducing, from Pinar del Río, Cuba, he is "THE BAWSE!" This is DELIKADO!The arena lights dim as the opening chords of "Sieben" by Subway to Sally blare over the arena's loudspeakers. The fans jump to their feet amidst a chorus of boos as the APWtron crackles to life with a revolving pair of gold letters: A.G. A massive red and gold pyro explosion goes off at the top of the ramp and rattles the arena as the curtain is pulled back and Azrael Goeren calmly makes his way out to greet his "adoring" fans. Goeren is dressed in a pair of disturbingly tight black leather pants along with a mesh top and bright red ring boots. He flashes his trademark smirk and blows kisses to each side of the arena before slowly making his way down the ramp. As he approaches the ring, red and gold glitter begins to fall from the rafters as Azrael basks in his overproduced entrance. He finally makes it to ringside but stops and tries to slap hands with a few fans nearby who predictably recoil away from him. He slides underneath the bottom rope and climbs to the second turnbuckle, glaring out at the seething audience with another twisted grin before jumping down and reclining up against the ring ropes. Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 215 pounds, and hailing from Eberswalde, Germany… Azrael Goeren!
Chase: Hey, maybe we should make this a “Losers Gets Deported” match…Harvey: Can you just not be racist for ten minutes?
Delikado vs. Azrael Goeren
The two light-footed men waste no circling about as the bell rings, eventually grabbing, and pushing up against one another, with neither man budging. Delikado then mockingly lifts his hand in the air, and yells “Heil Delikado,” to which Azrael merely rolls his eyes. Azrael moves in for a test opf strength, and Delikado forces him to reach up because of the Hitler sign! The two men lock-up, and Azrael locks Delikado in a head-lock! He spins behind Delikado, and clubs him in the back of the head, before snatching a cigar out of Delikado’s back pocket! Azrael takes a sniff of it, and ducks just in time to dodge a Delikado clothesline! Delikado rebounds…but runs straight into a kick, followed by a leg sweep! Azrael places the cigar in Delikado’s mouth, and quickly drops an elbow on him, almost causing the Cuban wrestler to choke! Azrael pins…
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Chase: See, it’s difficult not to be a racist when both these guys are using stereotypes as offense!
Harvey: We are seeing some unusual forms of offense here very early on; both men have somewhat unique ways of wrestling that I’m not sure we’ll see much traditional wrestling tonight!
Azrael stands up, and gently backs up against the ropes, but Delikado springs to life…and over Azrael as he charges! Delikado rebounds, but right into an uppercut from Azrael, sending him stumbling to the side. Azrael grabs Delikado from behind for German suplex, but the craft Cuban stomps on Azrael’s foot, and then drills him with a running facebreaker! Azrael rolls into the corner, and Delikado begins to kick him furiously, before stepping back and yelling “You is Mein bitch,” and crumbling Azrael with a high knee! Azrael tries to use the ropes to pull himself up, but Delikado’s constant left and right hands keep him off balance. He sends Azrael flying with a belly to belly, and then takes to the top rope. Delikado positions himself…
…Only for Azrael to jump against the ropes, causing Delikado to land right on the jewels!
Chase: No more lil Delikado’s for his family!
Harvey: Delikado’s offense was snapped just like that. We’re used to seeing Azrael be a heavy hitter, so he needs to regain control of this match before Delikado takes it all out of him!
Delikado kneels over, and Azrael delivers some hard shots to the back of his head, before positioning him…and SLAMMING Delikado with a bicycle kick! The Cuban crumbles to the canvas, and both men take a second to recover as Azrael kneels over in pain. Delikado pulls himself up, and turns right into a few heavy hits from Azrael! The crowd counts in rather poor German…
Null!
Sweet!
Dry!
Veer!
Chase:…Well, they tried…
Azrael finishes his strikes, running off the ropes…but running into a dropkick from Delikado! Delikado sits on Azrael, and begins delivering multiple Face shots, with the crowd now trying to count in Spanish…
Uno!
Dos!
Tres!
Harvey: See, they got that one!
Delikado rolls over after multiple shots, and lifts up Azrael for the “SON OF A BITCH” (Fireman’s Carry)! However, Azrael squirms off, taking down Delikado with an incredibly huge shot to the face! Delikado goes down, and groggily gets back up, as Azrael grabs him for an STO. However, Delikado spins out, getting Azrael in a small package…
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Harvey: There’s that heavy offense we just discussed; Delikado’s got to end this one quickly!
Delikado stands up, going for the Last Call to Cuba (Superkick), but Azrael ducks, and nails Delikado with a Facebreaker DDT! Both men take a second to rest, before rising. Azrael tries to Irish Whip Delikado, but the small man reverses into a facebuster! Delikado grins…but Azrael kips up! Delikado’s eyes widen as he turns right into a kick to the knee, followed by the Blitzkrieg (Buzzsaw kick)! Azrael pins…
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Paige: Here is your winner, via pinfall, Azrael Goeren! Harvey: Goeren picks up his second win in the APW... a huge victory over Delikado!
Chase: If I was Mark Mania, I'd be watching my Overdrive Championship! I think Azrael Goeren has eyes for his belt!
The scene opens up in the locker room of Chris Hart. Chris is standing there as the door flies open and in walks the APW Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin holding a sealed box. Chris sees this and raises one eyebrow. Chris: What are you doing here, and what the hell is that?Terry: THIS is how we get the tag team titles back!Chris lets out a sigh and shakes his head. Chris: Look man, I appreciate what you did last week with Duvall and all, but it’s over now. You and I, we’re not a tag team. Hell I don’t even know why you’re doing this other than to pad your other shoulder with gold. Chris opens the door for Marvin to leave and then turns his back. Terry chuckles and drops the box down on the desk. Terry: There’s no question that you and I have never been nor never will be best of friends. That’s not what I’m looking for here. But I see an opportunity here, a huge opportunity for the two of us to do something special. So yes, I’m looking to pad my other shoulder with some more gold. But more than that I’m looking to put on one hell of an expose in tag team wrestling.Terry looks at Chris who still looks unsure. Terry: Look, what you and Kurt did as a team was amazing. The two of you dominated this division for months. But the division you dominated was a dead cesspool of wasted talent. The Tag division that is forming now is the most formidable one APW has ever seen. I think dominating that would be one hell of a boon to both our careers. Chris: That’s it? Terry: That’s it.Chris: How do I know this isn’t some sort of game you’re playing? How do I know you won’t throw me to the wolves first chance you get? Terry: You don’t. Question is, is it worth the risk? How bad do you want your title back? Terry stands there staring at Chris with a smirk on his face. Chris rolls his eyes then smirks. Chris: So what’s in the box?Terry: You’re gonna love this. Terry rips over the top of the box and Chris walks over and looks in side with a shocked look on his fce. Chris: You’ve gotta be f*cking kidding me!Terry smirks as the scene fades to black.
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Nov 15, 2012 21:47:43 GMT -4
Cindy Shannon is backstage in the interview area. Cindy: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, the #1 Contender for the APW Undisputed Championship, Biggs!Biggs walks into view, clad in his ring gear and a black leather jacket. He has his hair tied back into a frizzy pony tail, and his signature shades. Cindy: Biggs, last week, you were named the #1 Contender, and were on the winning team in a huge tag match, but what I wanted to ask you about is what happened after the match.The screen in the interview area plays a clip from last week's show. Cindy: Last week, after the match, Level-One got the cheap shot on, and then Terry Marvin came rushing down to the rescue. What are your thoughts on the man who you will be facing you for the APW Undisputed Championship in a little over a month at Christmas Chaos, helping you out that?Biggs: First off, Cindy, I did not solicit the help of Terry Marvin, nor did I need the help of Terry Marvin. The fact is that our match is over a month and a half away, which would have given me plenty of time to heal from whatever harm Level-One would have attempted to do to me, which makes Terry's actions last week a token gesture. He's trying to suck up to the fans, trying to show that he's a good sportsman, but I'm not buying it, Cindy. Not for one second!Cindy: Well you've got to admit, Biggs, that Terry's changed his tune over the last few months. It's hard to deny that he's a different man now.Biggs: He has you fooled too, doesn't he, Cindy? But then again, that's not too hard to do, I'd imagine. I just don't buy that a guy who was as big a jerk as Terry was could change like that pretty much overnight. Now I know I'm not a very well liked figure here in APW, but at least I'm honest about who I really am. Terry, on the other hand, is playing hero. Just you wait, Cindy, soon and very soon, he's going to reveal his true colors. You'll see...Biggs just walks off, ending the interview abruptly while Cindy stands there, surprised at the sudden conclusion. The camera switches back out to Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase out at ringside. Harvey: I, for one, would like to believe that Terry Marvin has indeed turned over a new leaf over these past few months. He certainly has the support of the fans behind him, and he's been on the up-and-up as of late. I think Biggs is just pouting because Terry came to his aide last week.Chase: Well they say a tiger can't change his stripes, but so far, I'd have to agree with you that Terry really has. I don't see where Biggs is coming from, and normally, I agree with everything he says! But I think he's wrong in this instance."This Means War" by Busta Rhymes plays out over the loud speaker as on the jumbo tron a giant video of Mark Mania's career highlights plays. Mark Mania walks out from backstage with the Overdrive Championship Title securely over his shoulder. He raises it above his head with his right arm as the crowd cheers. He walks down the ramp slapping the hands of the fans as he gets down there. He slides under the bottom rope and hands the Overdrive title off to the referee. Paige: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, hailing from Melrose, Massachusetts and weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is the APW Overdrive Champion... MARRRRKK MAAAAAAANIA!The lights in the house go down, then the chundering riff that opens “Praise” by Sevendust begins to play. After fifteen seconds a huge white pyro explodes on the ramp and the lights return as John Dionysus steps out from the back and the crowd are upstanding for the Bostonian. Paige: And his opponent, hailing from Boston, Massachusetts and weighing in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds, JOHNNNN DIONYSUSSSS!Dionysus hops for a few seconds before he walks purposefully towards the ring, tapping the outstretched hands of the fans in the front row. Dionysus slides into the ring and is quickly onto his feet, circling around, testing the tautness of the ropes, using the top one as a counterweight for a few stretches, before he finally takes up a position in one of the corners. Harvey: This is it! It's the match that people over social media have been labeling the Boston Massacre. Mark Mania! John Dionysus! I can't wait.Chase: Ten bucks... Ten BUCKS says Mania slaps Dionysus across the face at some point.Harvey: Slap-- why would that even happen?!Chase: I dunno, damnit. You never make bets with me anymore...
John Dionysus vs Mark Mania
The bell rings and the two competitors study each other momentarily before going to lock up. The crowd roars as Mania gets the upper hand with a knee to the midsection during a collar-and-elbow standoff. He whips Dionysus into the ropes but is met with a running knee to the face! Dionysus looks for the cover but a shocked Mania scrambles to his feet. He covers up as Dionysus comes toward him for a short-arm forearm smash but Mania jerks his head back at the right moment to avoid it. It's only a second later that Dionysus levels him with a Roundhouse Enziguiri.
Harvey: And John Dionysus takes the Overdrive Champion to the ground!
Chase: With a cheap shot, no less.
Harvey: Of course you'd think so..
Dionysus hits a series of knee drops to Mark's chest before bending down to pick him up-- and suffering an uppercut instead. Dionysus drops, and seconds later, Mania finds his footing. He catches John with knife edged chops to the chest and whips him into the ropes again, but charges him to Clothesline him over the ropes and to the outside!
Harvey: He learned his lesson from last time...
Mania follows Dionysus out and positions him for a Brainbuster right on the floor at ringside! Dionysus plants his feet, however and manages to lift Mania up for a Vertical Suplex and drop him awkwardly, back-first across the apron! Mania howls out in pain and falls to the floor. Dionysus is quick to scoop him up, mindful of the referee’s ten-count which has just begun. He goes to Irish Whip Mark Mania into the barricade, but Mania reverses it and sends Dionysus into it shoulder-first! Dionysus falls to his knees, but as he gets up, Mania Irish Whips him again, now shoulder-first into the steel post. Dionysus clutches his shoulder and staggers back. Mania rushes him and slides him into the ring under the bottom rope, following him for a cover.
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Chase: Mark Mania is taking the fight to John Dionysus wherever they go! But these two are reversing each other like crazy-- like they’ve been wrestling each other for years.
Harvey: Mark Mania is showing a rougher style tonight agains the strong-style striker in John Dionysus. Remember, John Dionysus was a successful APW Xtreme Champion. He’s no stranger to brawls. He’s no stranger to having to fight for survival on the outside-- and Mark Mania’s got him up for that Fisherman’s Suplex-- and nails it!
Mark Mania hooks Dionysus’ leg after the Suplex, going for another pin.
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Chase: And Dionysus kicks out again!
Mark Mania waits in the corner for Dionysus to get up and then charges him, nailing a Swinging Neckbreaker. He looks at a loss for a moment but soon decided to roll out to the apron and ascend to the top turnbuckle. The Delaware crowd roars as Mania flies from the top and connects with a Flying Elbow! Dionysus wisely rolls toward the ropes, but Mania rips him away and hooks both legs.
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Harvey: The Overdrive Champion is doing a great job at keeping the pressure on Dionysus, and he’s wisely trying to keep this from becoming a fist fight. Mark Mania can control this match to an extent if it remains on the ground.
Chase: That would require him to keep Dionysus down...
Mark Mania groans as he forces Dionysus to his feet once more and throws him against the ropes, unloading with chops and slaps across the chest. Dionysus hunches over in pain and staggers toward the center of the ring where Mania hits a clubbing forearm across the back of the neck. Dionysus drops down to a knee and Mania hits the ropes, rebounding for what appears to be a Clothesline, but Dionysus strides forward and lauunches Mania head-over-heels with a Back Body Drop! Mania climbs to his feet but is captured in a hammerlock which is transitioned into the Reverse Facelock Backbreaker! Mania stiffens as his spine connects with Dionysus and he hits the mat, but Dionysus lifts him up once more, hoisting Mania up into his arms. He marches toward the corner, but abruptly snaps back and tosses Mania over his head with a Fallaway Slam!
Harvey: And a superb display of strength by John Dionysus!
Chase: Mania’s up-- but he’s in a bad place from the looks of it!
Mark Mania groggily stands up in the other corner of the ring, and he is immediately tackled against the turnbuckles with a Running Clothesline from Dionysus. Mania’s legs fly up and he begins to sink down in the corner, but Dionysus unloads on him with a punch combination, ending it with a powerful right hook to the jaw! Mania’s eyes widen and he falls against the ropes before hitting the canvas. The crowd applauds the physical display.
Chase: Only takes two seconds for momentum to completely swing the wrong way these days!
The crowd soon begins to boo, however and our camera soon shows why. Dionysus pauses from the action for a few seconds to shoot a curious look up the ramp toward Evan Envi, who is standing at the top with his arms crossed, looking intently at the match.
Harvey: Haven’t we seen enough of Evan Envi for one night? What’s he doing out here?!
Chase: John Dionysus did the same thing last week and you didn’t scold HIM for it. Evan can’t do the same thing? If he’s going to take away Biggs’ number one contenders’ status tonight, he’s going to need to scout any and all competition!
Dionysus lifts Mark Mania up but his grip is broken! Mania begins to club at Dionysus’ forehead with forearms until the slightly larger man reels in a daze. Mania hits a Dropkick and Dionysus goes down! Mania hits the ropes and comes back with a Running Reverse Elbow that slams Dionysus to the mat! Dionysus gets up once more and Mania goes to Irish Whip him, but Dionysus reverses it into an over-the-shoulder Arm Trap Side Suplex! The crowd roars for De Profundis and Mania stiffens from the impact, groaning as Dionysus hooks his far leg.
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Harvey: So close! So close! John Dionysus just came a second away from elevating himself right to the top of the list for Overdrive Title contention!
John Dionysus pulls himself up and sighs, looking down at the stirring Mania. He spares another glance back at Evan Envi at the top of the ramp, who is now watching with a little smirk. Dionysus rolls his eyes and hoists Mania up and tries to throw him onto his shoulders-- but Mania slips down beneath and charges the Dionysus sternum-first into the ropes. Dionysus loses balance and Mania rolls him up!
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Harvey: A roll-up by the champ and Dionysus barely escapes!
Chase: He was going for that Midas Touch and Mark Mania had it scouted. What a pro, eh?
Both men are up and Dionysus swings for another Lariat but Mania catches him in a rear waist-lock and nails a German Suplex! He tries to bridge for the pin but Dionysus is able to roll out with ease. Mania beats Dionysus to his feet, however and nails a running knee strike across the jaw! Dionysus falls face-first to the mat, and Mania delivers a Snap DDT to him before he is evil completely back up to his feet. The crowd groans in empathy as Dionysus is spiked into the canvas. He goes limp and Mania smirks a bit. He covers him, hooking both legs!
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Harvey: What do these men have to do to put each other away tonight?
Mark Mania sits up, apparently asking himself the same question. He nods to himself once he’s internally reached his decision and signals for the end, rising to his feet. He turns and positions John Dionysus in a double underhook, standing headscissors.
Chase: Mania Madness!
Harvey: No, look!
John Dionysus trips Mania up and reverses the move into a catapult! He sends Mania flying into the turnbuckles, but Mark Mania hangs on! He turns himself around on the middle turnbuckle and flies off for a Flying Spinning Elbow, cracking Dionysus right across the jaw-- but even with a cry of agony, Dionysus catches Mania on his shoulders in position for the Midas Touch...
...But Mania drops down below him again! He kicks Dionysus in the gut and positions him in the double-underhook standing headscissors again. This time, he nails the 180-degree facecrusher.
Chase: Mania Madness connects!
Mark Mania hooks John's near leg.
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Paige: Your winner... The APW Overdrive Champion, MARK Maniiaaa!Chase: And rightfully so!Harvey: Well, I think John Dionysus proved tonight that you CAN teach an old dog new tricks. He took Mark Mania to, and past the limit.Chase: Maybe the MegaMegaStar's presence didn't help Dionysus too much...Harvey: Whatever the case, Mark Mania just pulled out a hard-fought victory.Evan Envi applauds, mockingly from the top of the ramp before pivoting and disappearing into the back. Mania grins and takes his Overdrive Title, rolling out of the ring to allow John Dionysus to recover. Dionysus gets up in the ring and sits, watching as the Overdrive Champion makes his way up the ramp. Mania turns and gives Dionysus a nod, which is enough to earn a pop from the crowd. Dionysus returns in kind and rolls out of the ring, smiling fondly at the applause and adulation of the fans close to ringside as he makes his way to the back and Overdrive heads to commercial break. |
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Nov 15, 2012 21:48:08 GMT -4
The scene switches back to the ring, when suddenly… “Labyrinth” blasts through the speakers, drawing the most negative reaction ever seen by that entrance music! Out steps Noble, with as blank of a look as he can muster. “YOU SUCK NOBLE!
“**** YOU NOBLE!” Harvey: Oh Lord…we knew it was coming Chase, and here he is. Last week we saw Kurt Noble absolutely decimate his tag…former tag team partner and best Chris Hart, less than two hours after the two had made amends!
Chase: He put Chris exactly where he belongs: In the trash! THIS is the Kurt Noble I’ve been begging for since he gimped his way into APW!Noble shows no emotion as he walks down to the ring. He pauses for just a moment, eyeing a sign with the words ”‘NOBLE TRAITOR” scrawled across it. He steps up on the apron as the boos reign in, and pauses in the middle of the ring as his music cuts off. His eyes survey the vehement crowd, their boos and chants nearly cancelling one another out. He raises his microphone… “SCREW”
“YOU!
“SCREW”
“YOU!” He lowers it…and actually cracks a smile as he’s drowned in boos. Noble: I’m sorry…are you angry about something?“**** YOU!” Noble: I’m standing here asking myself: Gee Kurt, what could they be so mad about? Did anyone in this crowd spend a year fighting on my behalf?
Nope.
Did anyone in this crowd get screwed out of the Undisputed Title by their wife, and expected to be calm about it?
Nope.
Or, better yet, did anyone in the crowd have their best friend in the entire world kill the one chance they had to get the title back? Anyone? Anyone at all? No…?
Then shut the Hell up.Noble’s remarks draw heavy boos as his smirk hardens. Noble: A year ago, being booed like this…it would have bugged the Hell out of me. I’d wonder what I did wrong, or what I could do to fix things. That’s what I did when you booed me for getting rough with CJ Gates, a man that pretended to care about this company. That’s what I did when you cheered Terry Marvin for leaving me handcuffed to the Goddamn ring. I fought hard for your approval…but after seeing you cheer Chris Hart last week for taking everything from me…
I’m done.
What you, what Amy, and especially what Chris Hart did…it’s treason. You expected me to just take it over and over and over, and you’re mad when I stopped being a puppet? I heard your tweets, your e-mails, everything; you were actually surprised I took my revenge on the man that BETRAYED me?! The problem is that I’m just a canvas to you people. You can paint me however you like…but when I turned a color you didn’t like, you tossed me and found someone new to cling to. Terry Marvin? Azrael Goeren? Maybe…Chris Hart?Hart’s name gets a strong vibe of cheers, but Noble just shakes his head. Noble: Pathetic.“HART! HART! HART!” Noble: What’s truly pathetic is that Chris just expected me to be all happy-sunshine about what happened between us. Truth be told, I didn’t lie to Chris when I said I would never destroy my tag team partner…which is why I killed Noble-Hart where it stood, and renounced the tag team titles. Those titles mean nothing to me. The Undisputed title means nothing to me. All I care about now are two things…
Taking care of the people who betrayed me…
And ending Chris Hart…
Which is why last week happened to seem like killing two birds with one stone…and I’m *not* talking about Overdrive. See, Chris apparently isn’t ready to just roll over and give up; good for him. He’s got my full attention now, and he apparently intends to wave that in my face. Observe Chris Hart digging his own grave…
Roll the footage.Noble nods to the Titantron…
SUNDAY NIGHT ASYLUMStrike: So what do you need from me?
Hart glances at Strike for a moment before he lowers his head.
Hart: I need your help.
Strike places a hand on Hart’s right shoulder, a solemn nod following it.
Strike: Let me know what I can do to help and I’ll lend a hand. Even if it earns me the ire of the ‘It Man.’
Hart: Thanks Chris. I need Kurt to realize what he’s lost. Not just family, but friends too. You, Lyn, everyone that he’s ever cared about he’s going to leave behind if he decides to go through with his ... and if he does, I’m going to need some help. It’s got to be me who takes him down. We’ve got to settle the score in the ring man on man but to get to that point ...
Chris’ words hang in the air as Strike grabs one of the strips and places it along the top of his wrist beginning the wrap.
Hart: To beat this Kurt Noble, to stop him from destroying APW, I’m going to need everyone’s help.The clip cuts off as Noble grins. Noble: How…cute. I want everyone to see this…to see what it’s like to take another knife to the back. Chris Strike, a man I’ve fought alongside, for against, and even fought alongside his pupil…that man thinks he’s going to “help” Chris Hart by taking me down. Chris is going to get his at Christmas Chaos; he can’t escape that. As for Strike…well, I have my own little proposition for you…either you ignore any future contact from Chris Hart…
Or I’m sending another Chris to the hospital.Harvey: Disgusting. This isn’t how an Overdrive representative is supposed to act!Chase: Hell yeah it is! Jason Kash messed shit up when he came over here, so it’s only fair Noble does the same!Noble: As for the rest of you, whether you’re in the back, or in the crowd…Noble remove his black Nobledrive shirt, and holds it up in the air, before dropping it.
Noble: You’ve already seen what I do to my enemies; I’ve made that very clear tonight. Now, you get to see what I do to my ‘friends’…Noble reaches into his pocket, pulls out a lighter…and sets the shirt on fire! It begins to smoke as Noble stands over it…
Noble: This isn’t a promise. It isn’t a threat. It’s not even a message.
It’s the future.Noble walks off as “Labyrinth” plays once again. Harvey: Sick. Absolutely sickening. A former Undisputed, Overdrive, and Tga Team Champion, reduced to this.Chase: What I’m wondering about is that he said we’d seen what he does to his enemies earlier…is he talking about what I think he’s talking about?Harvey: Honestly Chase, I have no idea…but it wouldn’t surprise. Kurt Noble is a man on a warpath, and I’m afraid for anyone who steps in his way…Noble exits to the back as the fire is put out. The scene fades to commercial... |
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Nov 15, 2012 21:48:45 GMT -4
In the deep recesses of the arena Shane West approaches a locker room door. He stops to compose himself, as if he needs to give himself a little thrust to do this, then knocks on the door that reads ‘Evan Envi’. A few seconds pass before the door is pulled open, with a force that displays irritation on the part of the occupant, and the self-proclaimed MegaMegaStar steps out into the corridor. Envi recognizes Shane West and glares at him.
Evan: Yes?
West: Evan Envi! I was hoping to catch some words with you before your triple threat match this evening.
Evan: Well, duh. Of course you were. You've been trying all night... Hah, you persistent bastard, you.
West: We know what your goal is to prove that... Well... That you are the rightful number one contender to the Undisputed Title.
Evan: That's correct.
West: Well, how did your interference during the Xtreme Title match tonight--?
Evan sighs and places a hand on Shane's shoulder.
Evan: What kind of Undisputed Champion would I be if I let people like Shadow talk about me like that? No-- no, to hell with that. I refuse to let people like Shadow and John Dionysus run my name into the ground, y'know? It's ridiculous.
WHO do they think they are, Shane?! I'm the MegaMegaStar and there is nothing-- nothing that can stop me from getting that championship and the only two people in the world that seem unaware of that are Biggs and Level One. I'm going to hurt them. I'm going to beat them to death. And after the bell rings, I'm going to take what's mine. Bet on it.
Off camera a voice originating from down the hallway is heard interjecting.
?: No-one can argue with that ambition.
Evan spins around and the camera follows his gaze to reveal John Dionysus. Evan’s face crunches up with scorn, letting out an annoyed breath of air. Evan is about to spit something out, but his refrain suddenly changes into an ironic smile and he greets Dionysus with.
Evan: Well, if it isn’t my own personal stalker. Have you come to take another long look at ‘The MegaMegaStar’? If you want a picture I’ve got plenty of signed ones in there. Plenty, even for you.
Evan gestures toward the locker room but John Dionysus ignores the sarcasm and replies.
Dionysus: Just stopping by to say ‘good luck’ tonight. I’m glad to see you're getting this chance to shine against two of the very best.
Evan: Yeah, well as long as I don’t choke in the like of you last week all will be good, am I right? Hahaha!
Dionysus’s expression suddenly shifts to a defensive one at that slight. A smile begins to creep at Evan as he recognises that his jibe affects Dionysus, but the latter is not biting on this occasion.
Dionysus: I have every faith in you, Evan. Also, I wanted to drop by and say ‘well done’ on your win last week.
Evan slowly stops laughing and smiles at Dionysus through half-lidded eyes.
Evan: A mere formality.
Evan’s expression turns to a smarmy grin.
Dionysus: Yeah... Well I was pleased to see you let your actions in the ring do the talking. You could have taken another route to gain some measure of recompense against Nick Watson, but I’ll glad to see you opted for the right course of action in doing so.
Evan: I settle all my scores in the ring, sir. That's what an Undisputed Champion does. And after I beat Biggs again and I beat Level One tonight, I'll be on the fast track... I'll be the rightful number one contender. Hah!
Dionysus: Well you’d have my backing, but if that doesn’t work out and you find yourself at a loose end for Christmas Chaos, I’m ready to step in and be your ‘sparring’ partner. If you think you can handle a little bit of smash mouth that is.
Evan scoffs with genuine hilarity and replies.
Evan: Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind if Rebel’s not hiring any local talent for the night.
Evan laughs again and turns to Shane West with a ‘this guy’ kind of expression as though Dionysus had just told the world’s funniest joke. Shane doesn’t respond in kind, probably due to the perturbed expression on Dionysus face. Evan stops laughing and his expression abruptly turns serious.
Evan: Anyway, while you chumps sit around gossiping all night, the genuine talent around have matches to fight, legends to conquer...
Evan's eyes flicker with interest and he gives Dionysus a condescending smile as he says the word "legends."
Evan: Et cetera... Now if you wouldn’t mind.
With that Evan turns back into the locker room and closes the door on both Shane West and John Dionysus. The scene switches as the crowd in Delware gives a HUGE pop from inside the arena as action from the general managers office appears on the APWtron. There an epic stare down between Level-One and Johnny Rebel lasts for what feels like an uncomfortable eternity with neither men breaking their glare.
It isn't until Level-One grabs his camcorder takes a step back and shoves his camera into the face of Johnny Rebel.
Level-One: Dear, America! Please welcome the worlds greatest COWARD Johnny Rebel! Why don't you show us that notch on your turncoat, you traitorous scum bag.
Johnny Rebel isn't having any of this and shoves the camera from out of his face as he steps right into Level-One's grill.
Johnny Rebel: You get that camera out of my face, Lester.
The two glare at each other before Level-One closes his cam corder and clinches his teeth maintaining his anger.
Level-One: Who the hell do you think you are? You think I am going to just put our differences aside because you took refuge behind a desk, Rebel? The fact that you think your fit to run this ship after you abandoned it to sail not so smooth seas is absolutely hilarious to me. Can't you tell?
Johnny Rebel stares at Level-One isn't exactly wearing his emotions - y'know, besides the mean grin and sharp pointed eyes that would kill if looks could.
Level-One: Listen, where the hell is Johnny Diamond? I have a pressing issue to raise and I figured if I wanted anything done I'd actually go to a man who knows what they're doing rather then a pro wrestler couldn't successfully manage his own career, never mind lord over the career of others.
Johnny Rebel: I call the shots around here whether you like it or not, Lester. So either you can take any issues you have up with me or you can go on and blog about it on the internet later but I don't want to hear anything more about it. I have work to do.
As tempted as Level-One is to swing on the general manager - it was a mistake he wasn't ready to make.
Level-One: Fine. Rumor has it that I am banned from ringside for Terry Marvin's match with CJ Gates. Why is that?
Johnny Rebel: Well, you have a history of interrupting matches and undermining the rules.
Level-One: You call yourself Johnny F'N Rebel, you hypocrite!
Johnny Rebel can't help but chuckle at the irony of his name. This rubs Level-One the wrong way and he's further agitated.
Level-One: So, basically I'm being booked for a pre crime? I did nothing to deserve being banned from ringside and I have NO incentive to help either man out there tonight win or lose. In fact, I was just planning to bash both of their heads wide open and let the ring staff sort it out.
Johnny Rebel: That isn't going to happen.
Level-One: Says who? You? Listen, Rebel. Hypothetically speaking if I was to run down to the ring before the match begun, I wouldn't be in breach of your little stipulation would I?
Johnny Rebel: I'm not going to play these games with you, Lester.
Level-One: Hypothetically speaking if I was to run down to the ring after the match and did what I feel needs to be done to ensure hash tag #Celebritystatus remains the current hottest trend in America; I too, wouldn't be in breach of your little stipulation. Would I?
Johnny Rebel isn't at all impressed and as result, he doesn't justify Level-One's question with an answer. However, this only draws a smile from his former Sindicate cohort.
Level-One: Well, I guess I have my answer. This talk really did end on a high note, don't you think? Hey listen... I know everything didn't work out with you and the Sindicate but I'm sure you'd agree that your life as general manager will be a hell out a lot easier if you choose not to oppose us. And at your age? Anything that speeds up the process on purely aesthetic level is a troublesome prospect.
Johnny Rebel crosses his arms before Level-One turns his back straight to him displaying openly that he does not fear attack. In his eyes, Johnny Rebel wasn't a wrestler anymore, he was a company man and company men always tow that line.
Level-One: Once a rebel, forever a rebel... at least that's how I thought it went.
With a sense of victory Level-One flips his camcorder open and begins to shoot a blog on his way out of the GMs office. Johnny Rebel leans against his desk with his arms crossed clearly not at all pleased with his encounter with his former tag team partner. We span around backstage to find Delikado, who looks a bit worn-out and distracted, walking down the hallway carrying a big box of Cheez-Its. He turns a corner lets out a sigh.
Boss Delikado: Ahhh…what a night. Glad it’s winding down. Now Delikado just wants to go sit in his favorite chair, watch Overdrive end with a box of Cheez-Its, and focus on the future. So much future-focusing shall Deli do. Like a Bawse! Heh-heh…
The Cuban enters his locker-room and marches directly to his favorite chair. He turns on the TV and sits down. A few seconds pass as he changes the channel, when suddenly Delikado’s eyebrows narrow in confusion.
Boss Delikado: This…This can’t be! No! WHO!?
Delikado leaps out of his chair and looks at. He drops the box of Cheez-Its and lifts the chair into the air, staring at it upside down with an intensity we’ve never seen from him.
Boss Delikado: Someone sat in Delikado’s favorite chair! WHO WAS *NOT* DELIKADO!!
In a rage, the Cuban smashes his chair to the ground and looks around the locker-room with a snarl and batshit crazy, insanely large eyes.
Boss Delikado: WHO HAS THE STUPIDITY IN THEIR NOODLE TO SIT IN THE CHAIR OF DA BAWSE?! WHO DARES?! WHO DARES?!?! WHO DARES TO PARK THEIR TOOSH IN THE BUTT-COMPARTMENT OF THE FAVORITEST SEATING OBJECTILE OF ME?!! MY HEAVENLY THRONE!!!
The steel-chair squeaks as one of its legs falls off. Meanwhile the locker-room is silent…because nobody is in it but Delikado.
Boss Delikado: OHHHHH! You think SILENCE will save you from Delikado’s wrath?!?! Well you are wrong, chair-rapist! Delikado has a new journey now! He will get you so hard for this crime, for this treason against your Cuban’s APW! Get your jollies, get your rocks off as long as you are still able to find those rocks, because soon you will be crushed with a BOULDER, which is NOT A ROCK! Not a rock at all, and you shall not survive it! The boulder that is ME will find you and destroy you for what you’ve done to my chair!!!! HEAR ME, UNKNOWN FIEND! FOR YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED! NUMBERED AND BEING COUNTED DOWN BY THE MIGHTY BOSS DELIKADO! LIKE A BAWSE!!! LIKE A BAWSE!!!! LIKE A--*achoo*
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Boss Delikado: RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!
Delikado grabs his box of Cheez-Its and madly charges from the locker-room with his rabid battle cry and the camera pans over to his favorite chair as the scene cuts to something less stupid.
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Nov 15, 2012 21:49:27 GMT -4
The scene opens up backstage where we see APW backstage interviewer Cindy Shannon standing with C.J. Gates. Shannon: C.J., last week you and Biggs managed to pick up a tag team win over Level One and John Dionysus. How did the win feel?C.J. Gates: It felt good to come out of One Night in Hell and pick up a win like that. Everything seemed to be working in our favor, especially the dissension in that team.Shannon: After the match, you attacked Level One and battled into the crowd. The question is, why did you attack him?C.J. Gates: Besides because I was still a bit angry over what he tried to do at the elimination chamber?Cindy nods. C.J. Gates: I attacked him because Level One is nothing but a bully. Instead of trying to think things through rationally, Level One decided to blast Biggs over the back with that steel chair. There's no need for it, just like there's no need for people like Level One who think they should just have everything handed to them. Who think that he's owed something, just because he's Level One. And when Terry Marvin goes and gives the title shot to Biggs, Level One throws a hissy fit in response, like any spoiled brat would. Shannon: Speaking of Terry Marvin, tonight you meet him in the ring in a non-title match. Any thoughts?Gates smiles wide as he takes a few moments. C.J. Gates: This is the kind of match you look forward to seeing on the card. This is the kind of match that you just can't wait to step into the ring. There's so much to it, there's no way someone wouldn't want this opportunity. Not only am I going to be able to show that I am still a top dog against one of the best in APW right now, doing so against a man that I have some history with. I also get to grab some more revenge for One Night in Hell. Plain and simple, if I said I wasn't looking forward to this match, it would be the understatement of the year. Shannon: Earlier in the week, Terry Marvin said that beating you is a step toward beating Biggs. Do you agree?C.J. Gates: If Terry Marvin thinks that by beating me he's guaranteed a win against Biggs at Christmas Chaos, he's going to have to give his head a shake. Sure, he beat me in the Test for the Best qualifying matches because of Biggs' involvement, but he also needed Amy Noble's help to win the Undisputed title. And I'm sure that he will have neither of those things tonight or at Christmas Chaos. Shannon: Do you think you stand a good chance at winning tonight?Gates pauses momentarily and then nods. C.J. Gates: I'm feeling really good about my chances tonight, and I'm sure that by the end of the match, I'll feel even better. Who knows? Maybe Terry will actually begin to show me some respect. Gates stops and laughs slightly. C.J. Gates: No, we can't expect miracles, but everyone can expect a good match, and a match that I am going to give my all to win. By the end of the night, Terry Marvin is going to understand why he doesn't deserve to be holding the Undisputed title. Shannon: Any final words?Gates turns and looks into the camera. C.J. Gates: Terry, if you want to parade around and tell people you're better than me, that's fine, but the least you could do is beat me fair and square first. This is your chance for that, but I'm not going to make it easy. It's time to go big or go home.Gates turns and walks out of view as the scene cuts backstage to Cindy Shannon's cute smile wielding her colorful microphone ready for another backstage interview. Cindy Shannon: Tonight, I'm here with an APW.com exclusive interview with the former four time APW Undisputed Champion, Level-One!The camera pans aside to the special guest resulting in jeers from the crowd watching inside the arena. Cindy Shannon is caught off guard as Level-One appears to be video taping her instead. Cindy Shannon: What are you doing?Level-One: Something different, Cindy! See, you don't mind sticking microphones and camera's in peoples faces all day so I figured I'd give you the same treatment! Though, it's more of a pleasure then punishment! Why don't you tell us a little about yourself?Cindy Shannon nervously waves at Level-One's camera as he zoomed into her face. Cindy Shannon: Well, I'm Cindy Shannon and my idea for a perfect date is...Level-One: Yeah, yeah woman! You like long walks on the beaches and all that cliche shit an asshole like me is above. I should've been more specific but it's not like I do this nonsense for a living! Cindy, what the people really want to know is why have you been playing so hard to get with Lester Only all these long years?Cindy Shannon is shocked by the question as she awkwardly tries to address it. Cindy Shannon: Um, I had no idea you seen me as anything more then an interviewer. I mean, I filed a few sexual harassment claims against you and...Level-One: OH, SO IT WAS YOU WHO DID THAT!?Cindy Shannon smiled nervously. Level-One: I hope you know that President Jeff was perverted enough to give me ''daps'' for at least trying to cop a feel backstage! Listen, Cindy... let's just move on. What do you think about my new television show?Cindy Shannon: err, I think it's great? I like the episode where you...Level-One: We get it, Cindy. We don't need you spoiling the episode for the losers who were busy working and missed it last night. I mean, sure they need to get their priorities straight but there's no reason they can't be forgiven for their sin as long as they catch the rerun that will commence at the closing of this episode of Thursday night overdrive.The two stand beside each other not saying a word. Several seconds of dead air passes before Cindy Shannon nudges him in the side and smiles playfully. Cindy Shannon: Are you going to ask me another question?Level-One: Oh, right. What do you think about my match tonight? Tell the viewers at home about what you think about my chances in the fewest words possible.Cindy Shannon: Well, I think it'll be tough match for all involved. Biggs and Envi are two tough nosed compet---He pulls the camera away from her and points it down towards the ground to scold her for her actions. Level-One: What the hell is wrong with you Cindy Shannon!? What do you think this is? I am thee highest definition of prime time television. I do not need you advertising my opponents especially when they haven't made any payments for advertising and I certainly won't stand for your inability to talk about someone other then yourself!Cindy Shannon: But your interviewing me!Level-One: I, me, I, me! You're so self centered woman! This interview is OVER and now you'll never be a STAR!Cindy Shannon is confused as Level-One points the camera back up at her face and commentates his disgust with her. Level-One: Empty, stupid, annoying, vapid, vile, long winded but extremely attractive... has anyone ever approached you for a reality show gig?Cindy Shannon raises an eyebrow as Level-One continues to fire off dozens of insults into the camera as we head to ringside. Paige: The following contest is a Triple Threat Match scheduled for one fall!”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: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 212 pounds, from Hollywood, California, “The Mega Mega Star” Evan Envi!Harvey: Tonight is a big night for Evan Envi! He's stepping into the ring with not one, but two former APW Undisputed Champions, and if he can pick up the duke tonight, it'll do wonders for his career!Chase: Well it's not like Evan's starving for accolades or attention, as he's putting together quite a solid career here in APW thus far. But you are right, if he can knock off Biggs and Level-One here tonight, it'll elevate him for sure!Evan, with a running start, hops up onto the apron on one-knee and slides across with a sickening grin on his face before hopping up to stand atop the turnbuckles, screaming out to the jeering fans. The "Mega Mega Star" finally hops down into the ring and hands the ring jacket to the referee, scolding him to be careful with it before he stretches, awaiting combat. ''Almost famous'' by Eminem hits the PA system resulting in a stirring of the crowd. Several seconds later, Level-One steps out from behind the curtains cam corder in hand. He holds it up to his face and points it straight down at the ring before panning around at the rest of the crowd. As he walks down the ramp, he points the cameras in the faces of the fans whom are scowling with anger. Paige: Weighing in at 263 pounds, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada currently residing in Hollywood, California! He is a FOUR TIME APW Undisputed Champion! Please welcome... Level-One!!!!Chase: Level-One has really become inundated with the Hollywood lifestyle as of late, becoming an even bigger thing than he already was thanks to his embracing of social media!Harvey: If you ask me, he's taking this whole #CelebrityStatus thing a bit too far! I mean he carries a freakin' camcorder with him to the ring! He's obsessed!Level-One continues down the ramp and as the crowd boos he shouts over them into the camera - seeing it as the opportune time to create a blog for his Youtube channel on his way to the ring. As he reaches the foot of the ramp, he's suddenly attacked from behind by Biggs! “The Spaceman” jumps Level-One from behind with a Running Flying Forearm that connects to the back of the head, forcing Level-One to fall to the floor and drop his camera! Biggs quickly mounts the back of Level-One, pummeling him from behind with vicious punches and forearms to the back of the head, which Level-One tries to protect with his hands, but to little effect! Harvey: Biggs is trying to get some payback for last week!Level-One manages to turn over onto his back, but Biggs continues to pummel him. While all of this is happening, Evan casually exits the ring, picking up the camcorder, and blasting Biggs in the side of the head! Level-One yells at Evan as the lens goes flying into the crowd, and he quickly shoves the dazed Biggs off, trying to get up and get at Evan!. Envi quickly gets back into the ring, and as Level-One slides in to pursue him, Evan is right there to stomp the living daylights out of him! With two of the competitors in the ring, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING! Triple Threat Match
Level-One vs. Evan Envi vs. Biggs [/u] Chase: This match is now officially under way, with Evan Envi in control from the get go! That camera shot rocked Biggs, though! It might be a while if we see him involved in this match, if at all!Harvey: Don't forget Biggs' history with concussions. If Evan hit him just right, he aggravated it!Evan has a hold of the top rope as he stomps a mud hole into Level-One. After about half-a-dozen stomps, Evan reaches down to pull Level-One up by the head, but he gets an elbow to the midsection for his troubles, followed up by a lightning quick Pele Kick that sends him falling back to the mat! Level-One goes for a quick cover, 1 . . . 2 . . . Evan gets the shoulder up! Harvey: Level-One almost ended this one quickly! The impact of that Pele Kick could be heard all the way in the cheap seats!Chase: My head hurts just seeing how hard he connected with it!Level-One continues to press his advantage, pulling Evan up and yanking him in for a Flipping Clothesline, turning Evan almost inside out! With Evan on the mat, Level-One takes a brief moment to mock some fans in the front row before turning his attention back to his opponent in the ring. He drags Evan up and in for a Belly-to-Belly Suplex. He goes for another cover, but only gets a one count. He jaws off at Evan a bit while grabbing a hold of his head, delivering a machine-gun like volley of punches to the forehead before pulling him back up and applying a Side Headlock. Level-One drags Evan towards the ropes, and places his face right on them, maintaining the headlock while dragging Evan's face across the ropes! The fans are booing Level-One loudly, but there are just as many cheering for the fact that Evan's on the receiving end of such a vicious assault. There's a big red mark across the face of Envi as he's pulled away from the ropes, and Level-One grabs a hold of his head, jerking him backwards and sending him falling to the mat! By this point, Biggs is back to his feet and has made his way onto the apron. He slingshots himself up onto the top rope and springboards off, going for a Missile Dropkick, but Level-One sidesteps him and catches him on the way down to drill him into the mat with a Sidewalk Slam! Biggs immediately rolls right back out of the ring and flops down to the arena floor. Chase: Level-One is establishing his dominance early on in this contest!Harvey: Evan Envi and Biggs need to figure something out and quick if they're going to have any hope of stopping Level-One!Level-One turns his attention back to Evan, pulling him up by the head, but he receives a Jawbreaker for his troubles! As Level-One stumbles back into the ropes, Even is quickly right there to light up his chest with some Knife-Edged Chops! The fans yell out “WOOOOO!” with each chop, and Level-One's sternum is bright red by the time Evan finally lets up on the chops. He grabs a hold of Level-One's arm and shoots him towards the opposite ropes, nailing him with a Roundhouse Kick on the way back! Evan is quick to follow up with a Standing Moonsault, and goes for the cover, 1 . . . Tw- Level-One powers his way out! Chase: He's going to have to do more than that if he wants to put Level-One away!Evan pulls the four time former champ up to his feet and and whips him into the corner, nailing him with a Running Clothesline! As Level-One shakes the cobwebs, Evan grabs a hold of his leg, and begins to drag him out of the corner, before violently twisting him inside and out, applying the Rivera Cloverleaf! He has it on for about five seconds before Biggs comes screaming into the ring with a Running Knee Lift to the side of Envi's head! Harvey: That's the first time this match we've seen the Triple Threat format really play a factor! Evan Envi had that move cinched in tight, but Biggs was right there to break it!Chase: Like Level-One was going to tap to that this early in the match!Biggs pulls Envi up to a vertical base, and gives him a couple of stinging Calf Kicks before jumping up and giving him a Spinning Heel Kick to the face! Biggs is quick to his feet and runs to the ropes, jumping up and springing off for a Springboard Leg Drop! But before he can go for a cover, Level-One is back up, albeit with a slight limp, and he nails Biggs with a Big Boot right to the jaw! Biggs looks to be out cold as Level-One gets a lateral press cover, 1 . . . 2 . . . Evan gets a hold of his foot and pulls Level-One off! The two begin to trade punches as Level-One makes his way to his feet, and Biggs feebly rolls out of the ring again. Harvey: Biggs hasn't really played much of a factor in this match up thus far. He's spent more time out of the ring than in it!Level-One gets the upper hand in the fist fight, as he ducks a wild swing from Evan and gets behind him to deliver an Orton Backbreaker! He follows up with a couple of quick stomps before bringing Evan back up to his feet and lifting him high in the air in a Stalling Suplex! Level-One has Evan hoisted high in the air for a very long time, allowing the blood to rush to the head of the Mega Mega Star, which gives Biggs the time to climb back up to the apron and pull off a Springboard Flying Crossbody on Evan as Level-One falls backwards to the mat! Biggs has Envi covered, but doesn't even get a one count before Level-One breaks it up! Evan is laid out on the mat as Biggs and Level-One begin to go at it! Chase: There's a lot of history between Level-One and Biggs! At one point, they were allies, running Overdrive in President Jeff's absence, but now, they are enemies!Harvey: Well, with two men who's egos are as big as theirs is there is any way they wouldn't eventually become enemies? I don't think so!Level-One begins to get the upper hand on Biggs, but the Spaceman reaches up and gives the taller competitor a thumb to the eyes before dropping to both knees and rocking him with a Forearm Shot Low Blow! This draws loud boos from the fans, but there's nothing the ref can do, because it's all legal in the context of a Triple Threat Match! As Level-One is down on his knees, Biggs grabs a hold of his head, delivering a Short Snapping DDT before trying to apply a Triangle Choke! Level-One knows the move well enough to break out of it before Biggs can even get any traction with it, but Biggs stays on him, getting him with a Short Dropkick to the side of the head as Level-One tries to make his way to his feet. Biggs scurries into a cover, 1 . . . 2 . . Evan breaks the count! Envi pulls Biggs up by the hair, and gets behind him in a flash to deliver a series of three German Suplexes in quick succession, bridging the last one for a pin, 1 . . . 2 . . . Kick out from Biggs! Evan is pissed off and he pulls Biggs up by the hair again, drawing him in for a quick Scoop Slam followed up with a quick Elbow Drop to the sternum! Evan strings together three Standing Elbow Drops in a row before pulling Biggs back up and taking him back down with a Sambo Suplex! Evan goes for the cover, 1 . . . 2 . . . Level-One pulls Evan off, and hoists him up, tossing him head first through the ropes to the arena floor! Chase: It looks like Level-One wants it to be just him and Biggs in there!Level-One is livid as he pulls the dazed Biggs to his feet, giving him a few hard shots to the face before shooting him towards the ropes and connecting with a huge Spinebuster! Biggs arches his back in pain as Level-One goes for the cover, 1 . . . 2 . . . Biggs kicks out! Level-One gives him a few more shots to the face before hooking both legs again, 1 . . . 2 . . . Kick out from Biggs! By this point, Level-One just is just getting angry, and he notices Evan Envi coming to on the outside. Level-One pulls Biggs up and hoists him into a Powerbomb position, carrying him over towards the ropes and launching Biggs to the outside, sending him crashing right into Evan Envi! The fans are on their feet, hooting and hollering as Level-One steps through the ropes and joins his opponents on the floor! Harvey: Remember folks, in a Triple Threat Match, there are no count outs or disqualifications! Anything goes!Chase: Level-One is even more dangerous than normal in these circumstances!Both Evan and Biggs are laid out on the outside, and Level-One grabs a hold of the man he hates more, Biggs. He pulls the limp body of the Spaceman up and tosses him savagely into the barricade as the fans let out an audible “OHHHH!” Biggs holds his ribs in pain as Level-One grabs a hold of the top of the barricade and gives him some hard kicks to the midsection as he lays on the floor! Level-One then reaches down and sits Biggs up against the barricade, grabbing a hold of the top again to deliver repeated Knee Strikes to the face of the #1 Contender! Chase: Level-One is beating Biggs up like he stole something from him, and in Level-One's mind, Biggs did! The #1 Contendership!Harvey: He's being just as barbaric as he was inside the Elimination Chamber!By this point, Evan is coming to, and he's content to let Level-One keep beating up Biggs, while he slides back up onto the apron. The fans in the front row are giving Level-One all sorts of crap, and he pauses for a brief moment to jaw off with them for a moment, which is all the time Evan needs to get a running start and leap off the apron with a Flying Reverse Hurricanrana, snapping Level-One's body backwards as he takes him down! This gets a loud pop from the crowd, and even though he's used to being booed, Evan is visibly energized, and he pulls Level-One up and shoves him hard into the apron! Level-One falls to one knee as Evan turns towards Biggs and rolls him back into the ring! Evan slides in himself and pulls off a Running Shooting Star Press, covering Biggs, 1 . . . 2 . . . Kick out from Biggs! Evan is unfettered, though, as he pulls Biggs right up and spikes his head into the mat with his version of a Snap Double-Arm DDT, The Blues! He goes for another cover, 1 . . . 2 . . . Again, Biggs kicks out! Chase: Evan is trying to put Biggs away here! He's hitting him with some of his best shots!Evan gets up to his feet and stomps Biggs a couple of times before yelling, “IT'S OVER!” He heads over to the ropes, stepping out onto the apron, and clutching the top rope. Harvey: He could be going for the Helter Skelter! here!As Evan begins to sling himself up, Level-One reaches up and grabs a hold of his leg, yanking him down and forcing him to crash face first into the apron! Level-One then slides into the ring and goes for a cover on Biggs, 1 . . . 2 . . . Another kick out! Level-One snorts as he gets to his feet, pulling Biggs up with him! He then pulls Biggs up onto his shoulders and whips him around for the Darkness Shine, but Biggs reverses it into a DDT! As Level-One is down, Biggs runs to the corner and pops up to the top turnbuckle, leaping off with a UFO Frog Splash! He hooks both legs, 1 . . . 2 . . . Level-One gets his shoulders up! Harvey: Oh my goodness! Level-One kicked out of the UFO Frog Splash! Biggs almost pinned him for a third time!Chase: If it was any closer, he would have had him there!Biggs runs his hands through his hair in frustration, but gets back on the attack, giving Level-One a few more stomps before pulling him up. Biggs gets him in a three-quarter Headlock, and runs towards the corner, looking for the Bigg Time, but Lester shoves him off, crotching him on the top turnbuckle! Level-One follows Biggs up to the top turnbuckle and gets him in position for a Super German Suplex, but before he can deliver it, Evan slides into the ring and hooks Level-One in a Powerbomb position, pulling him down and launching both men into the mat! Evan covers Level-One because he's the closest, 1 . . . 2 . . . Level-One kicks out! Evan crawls over to Biggs, hooking the inside leg, 1 . . . 2 . . . Kick out from Biggs! Chase: Evan knows that this is probably his best chance to win this match, with both of his opponents dazed! He needs to find a way to capitalize!Evan pulls Biggs up and has him hooked in a Reverse DDT position, and whips around to nail The Guess Who! Harvey: He has it here!Evan covers Biggs, 1 . . . 2 . . . Level-One barely breaks the count! Chase: How disappointing it has to be for Evan to come so close, but not get the victory with the Guess Who!Evan is pissed off, and he gets right to his feet, getting right in Level-One's face! The two men are yelling and shouting at each other, and a shoving match ensues between the two. Level-One, being the bigger of the two, gets the upper hand, and he pulls Evan in like a flash, hooks him in for the Level-Advance! Before he can make the cover, though, Biggs is up behind him and grabs him for the Spaced Out! The impact of the move sends Level-One falling out to the floor through the ropes, and Biggs eyes Envi laid out. Quicker than lightning, he's on the top turnbuckle, and he leaps off for another UFO Frog Splash, connecting with authority! Biggs has him covered, 1 . . . 2 . . . 3! DING! DING! DING! Winner: Biggs[/center] Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Biggs!Harvey: What a match! None of these men may be what you would call a fan favorite, but they certainly delivered here tonight! Even though he was the one to eat the pinfall, I was very impressed with Evan Envi here tonight!Chase: I've got to agree! Evan proved that he belongs near the top of the card with the way was able to hang with two living legends here in APW! But what a win for Biggs, probably the biggest since he returned back in July! Anytime you can pick up the win in a match where Level-One is your opponent, that's a big deal!“Destorya” hits the speakers as Biggs gets up to his knees and has the ref raise his arm in victory. On the outside of the ring, Level-One is pissed off, and he grabs a steel chair from beneath the ring. Harvey: Don't tell me we're going to see a repeat of last week!Chase: Level-One is a sore loser! It's a common character flaw in this business, but it is who he is!Before he can re-enter the ring, though, the fans burst out into cheers as Terry Marvin comes rushing down the ramp! Level-One turns his attention to Terry and takes a swing at him, but misses! Terry rips the chair from Level-One's arms, and threatens him with it, telling Level-One to go back to back. Level-One is pissed off, but knows when he's at a disadvantage, and slowly backs up the ramp, jawing off at both Terry and Biggs as he does so. He disappears backstage. Biggs eyes Terry distrustfully from the ring, while Terry gives him a cheesy thumbs up! Harvey: Once again Terry Marvin comes to the aid of his opponent at Christmas Chaos, Biggs!Chase: Yeah, but you can tell by the look on Biggs' face that he does not appreciate it! I know Terry's just trying to show good sportsmanship, but what he is trying to accomplish by this?Harvey: Maybe he's just trying to be a good sport like you said. The fact is that two weeks in a row, Level-One was going to try and take Biggs out of the title match at Christmas Chaos, and for two weeks in a row, Terry Marvin saved Biggs' bacon!Biggs exits the ring and continues to keep an eye on Terry as he heads back up the ramp, and Overdrive cuts to a commercial break. |
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Nov 15, 2012 21:50:04 GMT -4
Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is the main event of the evening!“Shooting Star” by Black Stone Cherry begins to play as the fans cheer loudly. C.J. Gates quickly makes his way out of the back wearing his trademark cowboy hat and his “Go Big or Go Home” T-shirt. He bounces around at the entrance a bit before moving towards the ring, bouncing to the beat. Paige: Introducing first, from Fargo, North Dakota, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds…C…J…GAAAATTTEEEESSSSSS!!!!Gates reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope before springing to his feet and climbing the nearest turnbuckle. He looks out at the fans before he raises his arms up in the air to a loud chorus of cheers from the fans. He climbs back down and removes his cowboy hat and carefully hands it off, before removing his t-shirt. Harvey: C.J. Gates is coming off from a big win last week in tag team action alongside the current number one contender for the Undisputed title at Christmas Chaos in Biggs, but you have to believe that a win over the Undisputed champion tonight in this non-title question starts throwing a few questions into the equationChase: Harvey, please. How many times has C.J. Gates had an opportunity at the Undisputed title over the past year and has failed miserably to cash in on them? Exactly. Marvin and Biggs are going to be a hot enough ticket as it is, the last thing we need is the rich hick’s presence anywhere near a promising title picture.IT’S SHOWTIMEThe Lights in the arena Dim as the fans get to their feet with a loud pop while Nas’ “Hate Me Now” begins to blare through the loudspeakers as fireworks hit on the stage area just as Terry comes walking through the curtain with his title raised high in the air. He holds his hands out and does a few spins while pumping his arms and getting the crowd into it! Paige: And his opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at two-hundred and forty-five pounds…he is the APW Undisputed Champion, “THE REAL SHOW” TERRYYYYYY…MMMAAAARRRRVINNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!Chase: And the reaction for the APW Undisputed Champion is THUNDEROUS here in Newark! This is hard to believe, Harvey…it’s almost too uncomfortable. I don’t like it…these people are sheep. I was on the “Marvin Is My Hero” bandwagon before it was cool!Harvey: The fans have taken a huge liking to Terry Marvin ever since he dethroned Kurt Noble to become Undisputed champion at Shockwave and needless to say, his gutsy performance inside the Elimination Chamber probably has won him some doubters alongside his actions as of recent.He then walks down the ramp way slapping hands with all the fans in the first row before he slides into the ring, hopping up onto his knees and holds his arms out to more cheers from the fans. He rushes over to one turnbuckle and holds the APW Undisputed title high up in the air. He does the same thing to the other three corners before heading back to the middle of the ring. After taking in that reaction for a few moments, Terry dismounts the turnbuckle and hands his belt off, the referee handing it to the nearest timekeeper before he calls for the bell! Chase: Here we go! Non-title match and as usual, I hope C.J. Gates falls flat on his ass and fails miserably. Maybe somebody can answer my prayers and come put an end to his career already…Harvey: Let it also be noted that Biggs and Level-One are BANNED from ringside for this match! So your interference wishes might not exactly go as planned, Chase.
Main Event - Non-Title
"The Real Show" Terry Marvin (c) vs. C.J. Gates
Gates and Marvin come right off the bat from their respective corners, locking up in a collar-to-elbow tie-up at the center of the ring. For a moment, neither man budges on the hold, before Terry manages to get the advantage and place C.J. in a headlock. Terry locks it in for a moment before letting go, twisting around and quickly placing Gates’ left arm in a hammerlock. Gates begins firing back with a few right elbows and once the hold is broken, the agile C.J. Gates takes off to the ropes but as he comes back, he’s met and brought down to the mat via a shoulder bump from Marvin. Marvin follows suit by running to the opposite ropes, Gates rolling over onto his belly as T-Marv returns, forcing the APW Undisputed champion to jump over Gates’ body. As Marvin bounces back from the ropes again, Gates is right back on his feet and he meets Marvin with a picture perfect dropkick to the head, bringing the champion down as Gates lands down on the met on his belly instead of his back. C.J. seems to be ready for more, however, as he is back on his feet quickly, bouncing off from the ropes, doing a handspring in the process and then following that with a moonsault to the fallen Marvin.
Harvey: Dropsault followed by a handspring into a moonsault by C.J. Gates and this match is off to a running start.
Chase: Yeah, I just hope he realizes a match with the champ is a marathon, not a sprint to his daddy’s personal piggy bank.
Gates glances around, nodding in approval as the fans are on their feet while bringing Marvin back to his feet. He pushes Marvin towards the ropes with a series of forearms to the side of the champ’s head, but just as he attempts to irish whip Marvin, the APW Undisputed champion reverses it by holding on to Gates’ arm and twisting around it, catching C.J. with a swift toe kick to the stomach and following that with a neckbreaker. Dragging Gates away from the ropes, Terry goes right on the attack by rolling Gates on his belly and placing C.J.’s left arm into a hammerlock again, briefly twisting on it, before gradually making his way back to his feet and giving Gates’ arm a proper stomp while it’s still all locked up. C.J. yells out in agony, as Marvin repeats the entire process two times before getting back down on one knee and beginning to twist and turn on the left arm again.
Chase: And now the champ has the pace of this match where he wants it.
Harvey: Terry Marvin is as technically sound as they come and the way he’s trying to mince C.J. Gates’ arm at the moment is pure proof of it.
C.J. doesn’t have a moment to rest as Terry is right back on the air, stretching it wide and as far as possible while twisting on the wrist. Gates, however, begins to stir up and even with one arm stretched, he gradually gets back to his feet and fires off with a pair of kicks to Marvin’s right shin, giving himself enough room to escape the champ’s clutches. With his good arm, Gates fires back with a few knife edged chops, backing T-Marv into a corner. C.J. continues with the knife-edged chops until Marv’s chest is utterly and completely red. With the good arm, Gates proceeds to irish whip Marvin into the opposite turnbuckle, which the champ hits back first. Not wasting any time after that, Gates rushes said turnbuckle and Marvin manages to get the hell out of dodge just in time. However, C.J. manages to land onto the middle rope and makes the jump to the top rope, before flying off with a crossbody in which he gets some MASSIVE air on, crashing against the APW Undisputed champion and covering him immediately.
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Harvey: Beautiful cross body from C.J. Gates and he got some huge air on that one!
Chase: It is going to take a whole lot more than just one move to put the APW Undisputed champion down, though.
As they roll back to their feet after the first pin fall attempt of the evening, Gates is once again using his speed to run right at Marvin, ducking under a clothesline attempt from the champion. C.J. jumps onto the middle rope, springboarding from them and looking for something…although whatever that something is, we have no idea, because his left arm gets caught by Marvin in mid-air as the champ proceeds to bring his knees up, C.J.’s arm crashing against them as both men hit the mat, a scream of pure agony escaping Gates’ mouth as he rolls back onto the mat, clutching on to his left arm.
Chase: See, Harvey? Told you C.J. Gates was a one-trick pony.
Harvey: C.J. was looking for a springboard crossbody or something of that sort, but Terry Marvin had him scouted and he’s now back to work on the left arm!
Marvin doesn’t hesitate, adding some well-placed stomps to the sternum and arm area of C.J. in order to slow him down further than before. Terry lifts C.J. up by the left arm, giving it an extra twist or two on the way up to make sure Gates is too occupied with the pain instead of fighting back. Expertly applying yet another hammerlock, he gives the viewing audiences a sly grin and as Gates tries to reverse out of it in the same way that he did the first time around, the APW Undisputed champion ducks under the elbow and with the proper grip, Marvin transitions the counter beautifully into a northern lights suplex, with Gates’ arm trapped and being the first point of contact to the mat. A large gasp escapes the crowd as C.J. Gates yells out in pain once again, while Terry Marvin bridges the suplex into a pinfall:
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Harvey: Marvin with a picture-perfect Northern Lights suplex here, but C.J. Gates is showing his resiliency.
Chase: The kid’s tough, but if toughness is all that won you championships, Mr. Dangerous would be a Hall of Famer right about now.
Marvin glances over at the referee, who does hold up two fingers and Terry nods in approval of the decision. “It’s alright. Keep up the good work, sir,” Terry says to the referee, before he turns his attentions back to C.J., bringing him back to his feet by the neck. T-Marv fires off with a body blow to Gates’ stomach, grabbing him by the left arm and pulling him right into a short-arm clothesline. But instead of going for a cover, the APW Undisputed champion pulls Gates right back up by the roughed up arm and proceeds to pull him into a second short-arm clothesline. Needless to say, Marvin proceeds to go for the same process a third time, but just as he tries to pull Gates into the third clothesline, C.J. sticks his right foot out and falls back, as the momentum brings Terry forward, the champ’s jaw meeting Gates’ right boot, staggering him back.
Harvey: Desperate counter by Gates and he needed this one after those two clotheslines…
The impact of the sudden falling boot to the face brings Terry Marvin down to one knee and that’s all C.J. Gates needs, as he rushes forward, stepping up onto Marvin’s left thigh and connecting with an earth shattering Shining Wizard to the APW Undisputed champion.
Harvey: Shining Wizard! And Gates got every single bit of it!
Chase: No, don’t let yourself get taken here, Terry!
Gates immediately makes the cover, using his good arm to hook the left leg:
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Chase: Phew! That was too close for my comfort here.
Gates is back on his feet first, gradually shaking off the arm and trying to make sure he can make some use of it while Marvin’s a little more slow on the uptake to his feet given he just a massive shin connecting with his chin. As Terry is back to his feet, C.J. begins to fire off his fair share of educated kicks to the sides of Marvin’s legs and sternum, backing the champion up to the ropes. Gates irish whips Marvin off the ropes but Marvin reverses the irish whip. As C.J. comes back his way, Marvin attempts to lift him off for a backbreaker, but Gates gets his legs around Marvin’s neck and the two spin around for a moment before Gates finally takes him down with a headscissors takedown. As the champ returns back to his feet, Gates comes right up behind him, leapfrogging over Marvin and then connecting with a bulldog. The crowd in Newark is going bananas at the share of offense they are witnessing and their excitement grows tenfold when Gates points to the top rope and makes his way towards it.
Harvey: Gates has caught fire right now and he could be looking for something big here!
Chase: Yeah, we all know his motto. But knowing his track record, I know exactly where this one is going…home. As a big, fat, rich, stinking loser.
Harvey: Your hatred for C.J. Gates is an odd one, Chase.
Chase: So is your mother, Harvey, but you don’t hear me bitching about her fat ass on national television, now do you?
Gates gradually makes his way up to the top rope, standing up fully upon it as the crowd in Newark is ready and waiting for a possible Dropping DOW or even a Gatecrasher. Seeing this, Terry Marvin quickly leans over to the nearest ropes, pushing on them and making it so that C.J. loses his balance, landing crotch-first on the top turnbuckle to another crowd gasp. Marvin makes his way onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle from there, leveling Gates with a few punches to keep him at bay in the process. Standing on the turnbuckle from the apron side of things, Marvin takes an extra step up and places his arms up around Gates’ waist…
Harvey: This is a precarious position for both men here, Chase.
Chase: You’re right about that. Those top ropes are risky business and whatever Marvin has in mind, I’m pretty sure is anything but good.
C.J. starts retaliating from his position, dishing out right hand after right hand to the Undisputed champion’s stomach, making it so that Marvin loses his grip on him. Sooner than you know it, both men are fully standing on the turnbuckle and trading punches with one another, the crowd roaring in approval as they go back and forth:
“LET’S GO C.J.!!!!!”
“TERRY MARVIN!!!!!”
“LET’S GO C.J.!!!!!”
“TERRY MARVIN!!!!!”
“LET’S GO C.J.!!!!!”
“TERRY MARVIN!!!!!”
After a few seconds, Terry finally lands a decisive elbow to the side of Gates’ head and with it, he quickly places an arm around C.J.’s shoulders and with one final step up to the top rope, the APW Undisputed champion leaps off the top rope, the cameras flashing as he connects with a Side Effect off the top rope onto C.J. Gates, drawing another, very loud gasp from the crowd who jumps off their feet as both men are down and out due to the impact!
Chase: Un-be-freaking-lievable!!!!
Harvey: This crowd at the Bob Carpenter Center is at a fever pitch and with good reason! Terry Marvin just gave C.J. Gates a Side Effect off the top rope!!!
“HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT…”
Both men are completely down at this point, the referee inside of the ring having no choice but to start to count both men on the mat in the process…but just as he is reaching three on the count, Terry Marvin shows signs of movement, rolling himself right near C.J. Gates, draping an arm around his chest as the referee (alongside the crowd) makes the count:
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Chase: How…in the hell…did that North Dakota hick…bring his shoulder up…out of that…?!
Harvey: C.J. Gates told the world outright that he could continue to be a thorn in Terry Marvin’s side and he’s proving that!
Turning on his back, Marvin breathes heavily, stumbling towards the nearest turnbuckle to get back up while C.J. makes his way to the nearest ropes, still only using his right arm to do the exact same. Marvin and Gates gradually move to the center of the ring and much like in the top rope, it’s a back and forth slug fest for a few moments before Marvin ducks under one wild punch from Gates, quickly placing C.J.’s left arm behind him before leveling Gates with a back suplex, continuing his work in the left arm. Gates rolls back, clutching to the arm again and Terry can definitely feel it, as he comes up behind C.J., placing his right leg around C.J.’s left…
Chase: Gates is about to be Cancelled if he doesn’t do something, Harvey!
But Gates reaches the top rope and holds on to it with his right hand, refusing to budge from his position as Marvin tries to go for the Russian leg sweep. After two different attempts, C.J. finally fires back with a kesagiri chop to the side of Terry’s head that sends the APW Undisputed champion stumbling back. As Marvin turns back, C.J. hooks his arms around Terry’s neck and under the champion’s arm. Noticing exactly what he’s going for, Marvin immediately rushes forward towards the nearest turnbuckle before Gates can even come close to connecting.
Harvey: C.J. almost had the Market Crash here, but Marvin countered! These two have had their share of battles to the point where they know one another well enough.
Letting go, Terry nails C.J. with a few shoulders to the gut while having him back against the corner to keep him there, before taking two steps back to go for a bigger shoulder charge but Gates uses his speed to jump over Marvin before he can connect and executes a beautiful sunset flip in the process, the referee immediately dropping down for the count:
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As the two men get back to their feet, long before C.J. Gates can do anything, Terry Marvin yanks him by the left arm and takes him down to the mat, the crowd standing at the tip of their toes as Marvin tries to tuck C.J.’s left arm under his legs and hook his arms around Gates’ face.
Harvey: Gates got caught!!
Chase: Marvin’s locking it in! We know what’s coming next!
But before Marvin can go through the final motions of the “Show’s Over” crossface, C.J. Gates rolls over and manages to put Marvin down on his shoulders – realizing this, before a count can start from the referee, Terry uses his momentum to bring Gates back over but C.J. is not done, as he keeps twisting and turning, refusing to be locked into the hold and just as Terry seems to have the grip and the hook all set, Gates manages to get a foot on the bottom rope, forcing the referee to break the hold. There is applause from the crowd and as they have been all night, they can’t decide exactly who it is they like the most in this entire match.
“LET’S GO C.J.!!!!!”
“TERRY MARVIN!!!!!”
Gates and Marvin make their way back to their feet, panting and looking around, soaking in the crowd reaction as the entirety of the audience in the Bob Carpenter Center in Newark, Delaware shifts from the crowd dueling chants to one very, very simple chant that tells the entire story.
“A P DUB! A P DUB! A P DUB!”
Harvey: Unbelievable.
Chase: They refuse to sit down, Harvey! This is what APW and the Overdrive brand are all about!
Marvin nods in approval, pointing to the crowd as if to tell C.J. Gates that this is what it’s all about. C.J. can’t help but to return it with a smirk right back at the APW Undisputed champion, solemnly nodding as the two men begin to circle one another yet again before coming to blows at the center of the ring. Although this time around, Gates is firing them a little more rapidly than before, adding an extra kick to the side of Marvin’s leg or two to take the advantage on this specific struggle. Seeing this, Terry lowers his upper body but as C.J. comes back off to the ropes, he slides under the legs of Terry Marvin and before the APW Undisputed champion can react, C.J. brings him down with a Reverse DDT. Without wasting a fraction of time, Gates runs up the nearest top rope with the agility of a damn feline and leaps off with a moonsault which turns right into the…
Harvey: DROPPING DOW!!!
Gates immediately makes the cover:
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Chase: THE CHAMP KICKS OUT OF IT!!!
Gates almost looks stunned, given the pace of this bout, as he looks at the referee in disbelief. The referee signals that it is the case and Gates can’t help but to grit his teeth, as he stares down at Terry Marvin with a mix of disbelief and disdain. C.J. Gates made his way back up and at this point, he just takes a step back and awaits for Marvin to get back to his feet, stalking him every second of the way. As Terry returns to a fully standing position, C.J. tries to set him up for the Market Crash for a second time but somehow, Marvin reverses out of it again with a set of elbows to Gates, turning him around and suddenly…
Chase: HAHA, YOU JUST GOT CANCELLED BY TERRY MARVIN, C.J. GATES!!!
Harvey: He got all of that in! This could be it, folks!!!!
This time, the Undisputed champ immediately makes the cover:
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Chase: Wh-wha-ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!
Harvey: These two men REFUSE to go down! It’s going to take an extra something special to get this one done, Chase!
Marvin wipes a strand of hair off his face, agape at the fact he still hasn’t been able to put this one away. There is a shift in expression on Marvin’s face, as he once again stands to his feet and he looks around at the sold-out crowd at the Bob Carpenter Center, taking a deep breath before screaming out, “IT’S SHOWTIME!!!!!” That one is to the delight of the fans, as he extends his arms out, beckoning for Gates to make his way back to his feet.
C.J. gradually does so, turning around and being met right with a toe kick to the gut, doubling him over. Marvin does not waste a second as he hooks C.J. Gates’ arms, twisting and turning on them for an extra two seconds while dragging Gates to the center of the ring, before jumping off, spinning in the air and connecting with his patented Spinning Sitout Double Arm DDT!!! But after the first impact, Marvin glances around and decides to take absolutely no chances given the match…grabbing Gates by the head and proceeding him to give C.J. a SECOND Spinning Sitout Double Arm DDT!!!!
Harvey: WHIPLASH!!! NOT JUST ONE, BUT TWO OF THEM!!!
Chase: C.J. Gates, thanks for coming, but this one is OVER!
Marvin turns Gates around onto his back and hooks his legs:
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The crowd erupts as “Hate Me Now” by Nas begins to play over the PA system as Terry Marvin returns to his feet and is soon handed his APW Undisputed title, which he raises as the referee raises his hand victorious. Sweating like no other, he looks over at C.J. Gates and gives him a respectful nod before heading to the nearest turnbuckle, raising the Undisputed title high above his head.
Harvey: What an absolute BATTLE between these two men!
Chase: And the better man won, Harvey. Make no doubt about that!
Paige: Here is your winner, via pinfall, "The Real Show" Terry Marvin!
The cheers turn to boos as Level One comes running through the crowd with a video camera in his hands. He rolls in the ring and Sizes Marvin up, filming it the whole time. When Marvin turns around, Level One cocks the camera and rushes towards him full speed ahead. Marvin manages to dodge out of the way rolling our of the ring and hard to the floor, smacking his head on the way down. But Level One doesn’t miss…. Instead he slams the camera HARD into CJ Gates! Harvey: What the hell is he doing out here? He just rammed that camera down CJ’s throat.Chase: But he was aiming for Marvin who managed to duck out of the way and CJ stuck his nose where it doesn’t belong. And now it’s shattered all over the lens of a camera.Terry grabs his head and rolls on the mat in pain. Level One looks shocked that he hit CJ and then stomps on the ground pissed that missed Marvin. He looks almost sympathetic with his missed attack as the crowd boos. Level-One tries to continue to video tape the incident but his camera isn't working. Harvey: Now what‘s he doing?Chase: Clearly he‘s providing proof that this wasn‘t his fault!He looks down at the broken camera in rage as he glares down at CJ. He shouts to a barely conscious CJ Gates that he ''broke his fu*king camera''; drawing more boos from the crowd. He removes the tape and tosses the broken camera aside before he beats and stomp on a downed CJ Gates until the referee tackles him towards the ropes and talks him out of the ring. L1 obliges and exists the ring and heads up the ramp still upset about his broken camera. Marvin finally gets back up to his feet rolling into the ring checking on gates as the EMTs make their way down. The crowd pops loudly as to the stage steps Biggs with a huge smile on his face. He begins clapping for Terry. Marvin glares at him with an inquisitive look on this face. Harvey: And here comes Biggs again to mock Marvin, just like last week. What is going on here?Chase: He's simply congratulating his future opponent on another huge win. It's harmless fun.Biggs continues to clap while Marvin stares him down. The crowd erupts with a split reaction as Overdrive slowly fades off the air with the two of them staring at one another.
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