Meltdown - Salem MA - 11/19

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The cameras pan over the Salem MA crowd, once again seeing the cheering fans ready to get the show underway.

West: Welcome to Meltdown ladies and gentlemen. I'm Shane West with my co host Dick Harris, and what a great show we've got for you tonight.

Harris: That's right Shane. We have a North American Championship match tonight and the continuation of the Tag Team Championship Tournament. And right now, I hear rumor of some activity backstage.


The scene cuts backstage where Hannah Storm is standing with The Finnish Phenom, Tuhoa Valo.

Hannah Storm: Tonight you once again have a chance to get closer to the North American Championship. You win, and you're into the number one contenders match. Do you think tonight is your night, Valo? Or are you going to suffer the same fate that you did against Logan Alexander?

Tuhoa Valo: Ms. Storm, with all due respect, Tuhoa Valo is convinced that EVERY night is his night. No matter my oponent, no matter the stipulations. What I do is simple. I go out to that ring, and I dominate ANYONE that I face. It's who I am, it's in my nature as the Nemesis of Action Packed Wrestling.With that being said, what I'm going to do tonight, is just as simple as that. I'm going to win my way into that number one contenders match, and then I'm going to win that match too! And regardless of who's champion when I get my shot, that APW North American Championship is just as good as mine! Because whoever wins tonight, will only be holding it for me... Holding it for the REAL champion, Tuhoa Valo!

Valo begins to walk away, but slowly turns back around...

Tuhoa Valo: Oh yeah, and one more thing... I NEVER TAPPED OUT!

Valo continues to walk away, as the scene cuts back to ringside.

West: Well, I guess she gets special treatment from the Finnish Phenom. Did you see how he treated me last week? What a shame!


The camera switches backstage, where Donald Deruty is standing in the catering area with a half a sandwich on a plate in his hand and a red Solo cup full of water in the other. Roy Speede walks into the catering area, and without a second thought up to Donald.

Roy Speede: “Hey, Deruty. Good job last week, man! I’m glad to see you made it to the big leagues. I knew you would... I think we’ve got a good shot at winning this entire tournament, don’t you?”

Donald Deruty: "Don't cut yourself too short Roy. You were just as much a part of the win last week as I was. Given that statement true, I do believe that we have a relatively high chance of becoming the new Tag Team Champions."

Donald then takes a swig of the water that is being grasped in his hand. Roy nods, a smirk on his face, and a short silence follows before Roy speaks.

Roy Speede: “... Well, If you say so, bro. I mean, it was the Dead and Forgotten that got the pin, so I still say you were the one who won that for us, but either way, we do certainly have an edge, knowing our history of teaming together. Anyway, I heard you’ve got a match tonight for a chance at the number one contendership. Just gotta make sure you’re the one who scores the pinfall, and you got this in the bag, right?”

A smirk crawls across the face of Donald before placing down his sandwich and drink back upon the catering station

Donald Deruty:" Well there is a lot of talent and competition between the eight competitors, let alone being able to get the pinfall. Although all I can say is that I am going into this week’s match full of confidence."

Roy Speede: “Are you sure you’re feeling okay, Donald? You know you’re going to win; you can just say it. But one way or another, good luck amigo. I do suppose it does require some luck to actually be in the ring at the right time... I’ve gotta go dude; I just wanted to wish you luck. Catch you later.”

Roy gives a nod and turns to walk in the other direction, and the camera shoots to the ring.



Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

West: We are welcoming three new combatants to the APW realm tonight folks. Three hungry warriors in one ring Dick, anything can happen tonight.

Harris: Three more lambs for slaughter is more like it. No one way these guys are ready for this.

Paige: Introducing first, he hails from Antarctica, standing at 6 feet tall and weighing in at 189 pounds. Ladies and gentleman, GLACIER!

Trapped Under Ice by Metallica blasts over the PA system as the arena goes pitch black. Now snow begins to fall from the rafters as blue and white strobes flash repeatedly. Glacier now steps out as the fans all give him a very mixed response. He walks to the ring with a determined look on his face and climbs the black steps into the ring.

West: Glacier has a pretty interesting history to him, quite a sad story in fact.

Harris: Not nearly as sad as that entrance, I didn’t realize Christmas was here already.

Paige: Introducing next, from Seminole Texas, standing at 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighing in at 205 pounds...JOHN McBRIDE!

“Hang ‘em High” begins to play over the PA as the auditorium transcends into a bold hue of Orange-Brown. Smoke billows from the entrance corridor and appears a bit dusty as the smoke blends with the color. Sheriff McBride’s silhouette can be seen through the haze. He slowly struts through the fog as he looks across the crowd. His rugged face is slightly hidden by his dark brown confederate hat, rugged and sweat stained from years of abuse.

His rugged attire is shrouded by a dusty poncho and his pants are tucked into a worn-in pair of workman boots. He raises his head high enough for his face to be visible by the audience, his left eyebrow raised and a grimace upon his face. He chews on a piece of straw grass, plucks it out of his mouth and flicks it off to the side. The giant screen above emits the image of a large sheriffs badge reading John “Sheriff” McBride.

With a steady pace he struts towards the ring, using the side steps to get inside. He removes his hat and places it on the top turnbuckle. He takes off his poncho and tattered duster and drapes them across the top rope. He stretches his shoulders, rotating them like a boxer, shadow boxes in his corner to loosen up as stares down Glacier.

West: Look at that intensity Dick, this man looks ripe and ready.

Harris: Ripe?! He looks rotten to me, someone get this man a walker.

West: He isn’t that old Dick, he looks more than capable.

Harris: Yeah, bet he pays his gym fees with his social security check.

Paige: Introducing next, from Dallas Texas, standing at 6 feet 5 inches tall and weighing in at 275 pounds...JIMMYYYYY ICE!

West: Two Texas boys in the ring tonight. This looks like it could turn into a good ole fashion slobber kn...

Harris: Don’t even think of finishing that sentence Shane.

Lights dim way down as strobes go off and fog fills the stage, all in unison with Iron Man’s theme as it hits and the fans scream at the top of their lungs for The Great One. The Titan Tron shows images of different points in Iron Man's career and the word "Champion" flashes across the screen, showing Iron Man with the World Title. The word "Hero" flashes next with the images of Iron Man returning. The words "Hall of Famer" flash after that with images of Iron Man at the Hall of Fame ceremony. Finally, the word "Legend" flashes with a shot of Iron Man up in the turnbuckle with his fist in the air as the crowd is cheering for him. After a few seconds, Iron Man bursts through the curtain. He stands at the top of the ramp, taking in the cheers and praise from the crowd. Finally he walks down to the ring, interacting with fans along the way. He walks up the steps and crosses the apron where he climbs the turnbuckle and raises his fist in the air. Flash bulbs erupt all over the arena as he holds the pose, jumps down, and repeats the move on the opposite side of the ring. Finally, he jumps down and prepares for the match.

West: It could be news to some, but Jimmy Ice and Glacier gave news a few days ago that they had formed a tag team. They go by the name COLD Incorporated.

Harris: I hope this is news for the Sheriff, he is walking into trap.

West: You think Diamond planned this Dick?

Harris: Of course he did, he’s a brilliant man, he knows what the people want. They want bloo....

West: HERE...WE...GO!

New Talent Showdown
Glacier vs. Jimmy Ice vs. John McBride

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The bell rings and immediately Jimmy and Glacier move in for the kill. McBride went from a look of prepared to concerned, he backs into the turnbuckle and prepares for the onslaught.

West: Double teaming the Sheriff right off the bat.

Harris: This match was over long before it began Shane.

Jimmy and Glacier rotate back and forth, punch after punch, kick after kick until McBride falls through the ropes; he lands on the mat just beyond the ropes, holding onto the bottom rope with both hands. Glacier turns to Jimmy and puts his hand in the air for a hi-five but loses his balance when McBride kicks his legs out from under him. Glacier falls and Jimmy can’t get to McBride immediately due to Glacier being in the way. McBride manages to get ahold of Glacier and pulls his legs as he drops down to the outside, causing Jimmys testicles to smash into the bottom rope.

West: OOOOHHHH! That HAD to hurt.

Harris: Now that is just unacceptable Shane. No man deserves that.

McBride shrugs off some pain and spits at Jimmy, taunting him. Jimmy slides Glacier out of the way as the referee leans over the ropes and begins the count. Jimmy stands up and waves McBride back into the ring. McBride circles the ring and as the ref reaches “7” he grabs the bottom rope and pulls himself up onto the mat, still just outside the ropes. Jimmy runs towards McBride, elbow high, but McBride drops down and grabs Jimmys feet as he gets close, pulling them and causing the 275 pound man to fall to his back. John quickly slides into the ring but is met with a drop-kick from Glacier, McBride hits the canvas.

West: From the ashes comes Glacier.

Harris: From the ashes my ass, that was stone cold right there.

West: Did you just say as...

Harris: I said ash Shane, clean your ears out.

Jimmy grabs McBride by the hair as McBride is getting up, Jimmy hits him with the Iron Slam, stunning McBride. Jimmy looks at Glacier and the two nod at each other.

West: Looks like these two have something planned.

Harris: It’s been planned all along Shane, it’s over for the Sheriff.

Jimmy grabs McBride by the hair and stands him up. Glacier begins to climb a turnbuckle. Jimmy whips McBride into the adjacent turnbuckle from Glacier and McBride bounces off and stumbles backwards towards Jimmy. Jimmy lifts McBride onto his shoulders, McBride sits atop Jimmy in the electric chair position. Jimmy turns towards Glacier who is on the top rope.

Glacier dives off the top rope towards McBride, but in one quick move McBride manages to fall backwards causing Glacier to miss going face and belly first into the mat knocking him out cold. As McBride falls backwards he brings Jimmy with him for an astonishing reversal. McBride climbs to his feet and flips the out cold Glacier, he hooks a leg for the pin as Jimmy cradles his neck in pain. The ref slides in for the count.

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Here is your winner, via pinfall...John McBride![/center]

West: Victory even when the odds were against him Dick.

Harris: I call it luck Shane, nothing more.

*Commercial Break*

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The camera shifts backstage and we find it focused on the number on contender for the North American championship heading through the halls with his bag slung over his shoulder, apparently having recently arrived and making his way to the locker rooms. As he makes his way past some of the doors, he stops and back up past the one he'd just moved past that read 'Logan Alexander' on the name plate and 'M' below it.

LA: Oh geez... we're going to be playing those kinds of stupid games tonight...

: It was my idea. Hell of a touch, right?

Salem boos as Evan Envi steps into frame a few steps behind Logan with his hands resting in his pockets and a sneer on his face.

Evan: I guess they gave Aubrey the '&' symbol. Guess those are the perks for the star member of the team. Right, Logan?

Logan casually glances over his shoulder at Evan.

LA: Your idea? I'm sure you could have come up with many better captions than that. Something with a bit more 'oomph'. Or did Sienna knock a few things loose three weeks ago?

Evan: I think you should focus more on yourself, buddy. I mean... You're coming at me the completely wrong way. I'm on your side.

LA: My side? Last time I checked, there was quite a large divide between where you stood and where my side was.

Evan: You deserve to win the North American Title and Sienna is gonna do anything in her power to stop you from getting it. She doesn't like Jess, but do you really think she's going to screw her out of the title in favor of you? That's just not gonna happen. You know it. I know it. So let me help you out, eh?

LA: ...Unless you're planning on removing your sister from the equation, I doubt that there's much you could do for me in this instance.

Evan: That's where you're wrong. There's plenty I can do for you. You could be on top. Just like old times...

Evan lowers his head a bit and gives Logan a smirk. Logan turns and looks at Evan.

LA: Considering that Sienna has the final say in things tonight, and that you and her don't see eye to eye, I can't say that I really believe you'd be able to benefit me at all. And I have a pretty good idea of what you're suggesting you could do for me.

Evan: You want that title more than you're willing to admit. Just tell the truth. You'd bash Aubrey's head in it if it was the difference between you winning and losing. Admit it. Admit that to yourself.

LA: I do want that title Evan. If circumstances dictated it, I would destroy Aubrey in the ring if I needed to.

Logan smirks at Evan.

LA: But that isn't happening tonight. I want that title, but I'm not willing to throw everything else away for it. I'm not going to rip away everything of importance for a shot at glory Evan... I've already seen what it's done to you.

Evan: Yeah?

Evan laughs and leans forward to give Logan a cold glare.

Evan: I'm destroying William D. Williams Jr. tonight because he thinks he can pick up where I left off, something nobody has been able to do. Nobody has been able to be the star of this show without having it destroy them. Not Carmen Rivera... Not Michael Lively... And not even poor Aubrey is the same after all this. But you, Logan... You haven't been the same in over a year. You've been a strong competitor, but you're not a strong man.

If you lose this title, it'll break you. If you win this title, it'll break you. Whether you're M&M or whether you're each on your own. You're not me. It's made me the MegaMegaStar. What's it gonna turn you guys into? Besides singles competitors.

LA: So speaks the man who's barely been scraping by since he moved away from his show. You were never tested here Evan. The only thing Meltdown did for you was cause your head to swell. Overdrive just happened to pop it like a balloon. People might try to replicate Evan Envi on this show... but they just need to look at you to know that it isn't enough.

Logan moves back to the door of his locker room.

LA: So then MegaMegaStar... I'm not going to be broken by this match or the title. Win or lose, nothing really changes.

Evan doesn't turn to look at Logan as he moves past him into the doorway of his locker room.

Evan: I'll remember you said that.

Quickly, Evan walks away from Logan and disappears from the frame, rounding a corner down the corridor. Logan watches Evan go. He then reaches up to rub the bridge of his nose.

LA: Damn it... it's going to be one of those nights... I can just feel it...

He pushes open the door to his locker room and heads inside.


The crowd cheers as the North American Champion, Aubrey J. Parker steps into frame. She has the championship belt draped over her left shoulder, and the bag containing her wrestling gear slung over her right. She sighs as she approaches a locker room door. As opposed to saying M&M as it normally does, it simply says M& here, with the name Aubrey J. Parker placed beneath it, rather sloppily.

AJP: Well, that's fantastic. Let the mind games begin, I guess.

Aubrey groans and pushes the door open to step inside.

Sienna: Aubrey, wait!

Salem boos as Sienna Harrison bursts into frame. Aubrey rolls her eyes and stops, but stares ahead at the door instead of turning and confronting her nemesis.

Sienna: I just wanted to make sure this was okay. I made sure everything was absolutely perfect in your locker room. I made sure that they gave you the room with the dimmer, and the private shower if you needed it, and made sure it was as far away as possible from that rat you call a tag team partner, Logan Alexander.

AJP: ...You're too kind. Excuse me.

She tries to step inside, but Sienna "casually" blocks her from exiting the locker room.

Sienna: Is there anything else you need?

AJP: No. I'm fine.

Sienna: Water? Coffee? First aid--?

AJP: I'm fine, Sienna.

Again, she tries to walk into the locker room, and again she's stopped.

Sienna: Wait!

AJP: What?!

Sienna: I wanted to wish you good luck for tonight. I know we haven't had the best relationship... And I know how rough and rocky things have been between all of us lately, but I want to leave the past in the past, okay? I'm trying to make things right.

Parker laughs a little bit to herself and turns, giving Sienna a strange look.

AJP: You've never given a damn about making anything "right" and I seriously doubt that you've had a change of heart. If you want to make things right, call my match right down the middle tonight. Let Logan and I wrestle. And stay out of my business. Stay out of my life. Okay?

Aubrey shoulders past her and steps into her room. She tries to close the door behind her but Sienna blocks it to say one last thing.

Sienna: It's okay if you don't trust him, Aubrey.

The two women stare coldly at one another for a few seconds before Parker finally slams the door in her face. Sienna takes a step back and stares at the door for a second before turning and walking down the hall.


Our scene returns to ringside where "Dance Party Plus" is playing over the PA system. Chris Gunn stands in the ring to a shower of boos, though he poses and plays to the crowd, oblivious to their jeering.

Paige: The following contest is an eight-person tag team match scheduled for one fall... And the person that scores a pinfall earns the opportunity to become the number one contender to the APW North American Championship!

The crowd roars at the announcement!

Harris: Huge stakes!

West: And huge opportunities for all eight competitors involved!

Then without warning a rather, what some would consider, thug-ish beat hits the audio system and pumps the bass out. The crowd reacts in a 50/50 reaction not quite sure what to think of the superstar coming to the ring. He is known as Scrap, The King of ATL. He approaches the top of the entrance with a slow suave swagger. He stops moving but his black Diamond chain continues to sway across his chest. His Attire consists of his chain, a set of tan work boots, Jeans with a belt and basketball shorts underneath , and his much needed elbow pads. The camera stops a top the entrance way before panning out to the crowd. Even those that are not his biggest fans still bop their heads to the music and The King now continues down the ramp. A few fans are acknowledged by Scrap as he silently raps the words to himself, keeping himself in a zone that no one can snap him out of. He now reaches the side of the ring and rolls himself under the bottom of the rope and hops right back up to a vertical position. Scrap puts on a show for the folks and preforms what some know as "The Kings Dance". Some Cheer, Some Jeer others just don't know what to say as now he finishes his dance. The camera focuses on the face of an unimpressed, almost amused Chris Gunn.

Paige: In the ring, from California, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-nine pounds, the 'Golden Boy' Chris Gunn, and his partner from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds... SCRAP!

The beautiful melody in the beginning lines of Seven Bridges Road begins, when the guitar picking starts, Mac and Gooch come out to the applause of the fans. They stare intently at the ring getting the crowd frenzied. They look at each other, hit forearms and walk with purpose to the ring, they roll in the ring and warm-up...these Sons of the South are ready for war...Ready to represent...

Paige: And their opponents, at a combined weight of six hundred and five pounds, the team of Mac Bane and Buckson Gooch, the SONS of the SOUUUUTH!

Bane pats Gooch on the back and Gooch pops his knuckles ready for a fight.

Paige: And their opponents...

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

Paige: Hailing from New York, New York, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, 'D-Day' DONALD DERRUUUUUTY!

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

West: In the ring is Donald Deruty, a young man that a lot of folks have been impressed with as of late. Along with Roy Speede, Deruty has qualified for the semi-finals of Alexander Duvall's tag team tournament for the now vacant tag team championships.

Harris: Yeah, well let's see how he does teaming up with three people he's never had any business with before.

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

Paige: And his tag team partners, at a combined weight of two hundred and sixty-two pounds, Sophie and Amber Storm... STORRRRM FRONT!

West: Two other ladies that several people have been impressed with. They gave M&M a hell of a battle last week, and almost upset Logan Alexander the our North American Champion, AJP, but it just was not to be. But tonight, they're in a tag team environment, right where they excel. One of them could pick up a North American Title shot!

"Light It Up" by Rev Theory hits the PA system and many in the crowd get to their feet in anticipation, looking toward the entrance ramp.

Paige: And their partner, from... Liverpool, England... Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-one pounds, Máscara!

The crowd grows restless and then eventually boos as the man known as Máscara, now also known as the Englishman William Black, makes his way down the ramp with a scowl on his face.

West: Well... This isn't exactly Máscara--

Harris: But it is! That's William Black!

West: Pardon?

Harris: William Black, Shane-O. Don't you know anything?

Deruty, Sophie, and Amber all look warily at Black as he steps up to the apron. Black gives them a smug smirk, but doesn't enter the ring.

West: Well, we're about to get this match underway. Finally!

The bell rings, and the action starts with Donald Deruty squaring off against Mac Bane.

Eight Man Tag Team Match
"D-Day" Donald Deruty, William Black & Storm Front vs Scrap, "The Golden Boy" Chris Gunn & The Sons of the South
Person that scores a pinfall earns a #1 Contender's Match

Deruty and Bane go right after each other, with Deruty catching Bane with a series of hard chops. He Irish Whips him, but Bane is able to counter it and hit Deruty with a Belly to Belly! Bane tags in Gooch, who takes pleasure in knocking Deruty down with Lariat after Lariat before nailing a Big Boot that sends him into the ropes. Deruty evades an Avalance attempt and shoots the ropes on the other side of the ring, coming back to nail an Enziguiri! Gooch is dazed and both crawl to their corner where Gooch tags Bane back in, and Deruty tags the first oustretched hand he sees-- Amber Storm’s! Amber immediately ascends to the top turnbuckle and leaps off to hit a Flying Hurricanrana-- but Bane catches her on his shoulders! The crowd grows loud in sympathy for Amber, but suddenly Sophie Storm dives into the ring and delivers a Dropkick to Bane’s knee! Bane loses his balance and Amber completes the Hurricanrana! As he gets up, Amber springboards off the ropes and nails a Cross Body! She runs to her corner and tags in Sophie Storm, who is already ascending to the top turnbuckle. Bane groggily gets up, and like Sophie leaps off for a Missile Dropkick while Amber nails a Chop Block to Bane’s knee again! Bane is driven roughly to the mat and once the referee is done ushering Amber out of the ring, Sophie makes the cover!

West: Excellent teamwork by the twins, Storm Front!

Harris: Mac Bane might be in trouble!

West: Sophie Storm might win it for her team-- she might win it for herself!

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Sophie is dragged off of Mac Bane by Chris Gunn to a chorus of boos from the crowd, but they boo louder when they realize that her own partner William Black has entered the ring to attempt to do the same thing. William grins and shrugs, feigning innocence-- but ducks as Gunn runs at him for a Clothesline. Black easily side-steps it and Gunn hits the ropes sternum-first, bouncing back into a Double Knee Backbreaker from Black! Gunn groans in pain and rolls out of the ring while the referee pressures Black back into his corner.

West: It looked like William Black was gonna break that up for his team...

Harris: Hey, just like Donald Deruty said this week-- this is a tag match, but this isn’t about a team. This is about earning a chance at becoming the number one contender.

Sophie tries to keep the pressure on Mac Bane with knees to the arm and a well-executed Fujiwara Armbar, but Bane is able to roll out of it and level Sophie with a Gutwrench Powerbomb! He goes for the cover, but Amber Storm breaks it up at the count of two! This time, a frustrated Buckson Gooch gets involved and Clotheslines Amber out of the ring to a mixed reaction to the crowd. During this time, Bane tags in Scrap who enters the ring stalking Sophie Storm as she gets up and then nailing her with a Spinning Heel Kick! She gets up and is taken down with a Bulldog, followed by a Scoop Slam. Scrap looks down at her and then points to the ropes. He goes out to the top and flies off for a Diving Leg Drop, but finds nobody home as Sophie rolls out of the way! She rolls all the way to her corner and tags in William Black! Black rolls in and immediately takes advantage of the groggy Scrap, dropping him with a Running STO. He immediately makes the cover.

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THR-No! Donald Deruty breaks it up by pulling Black off of Scrap. Black looks enraged and Deruty sighs and exits the ring.

West: And this is what Deruty was talking about! He understands what’s on the line here tonight in Salem, Massachusetts!

Scrap tries to catch the incensed William Black with a Schoolboy, but to no avail as Black kicks out after one! He levels Scrap with a Double Arm DDT and lifts him up in a front facelock position, but Scrap fights out yet again, catching William and rolling him up for a Small Package, but again, William Black kicks out with authority, this time at two! He turns around and goes to finish Scrap off with a Lariat, but Scrap nails a kick to the gut, hits the ropes, and takes William Black down with a Flying Forearm! Scrap goes out to the top again and nails an Over Castle that takes William Black down, but Scrap lands awkwardly on his ankle in the process! He makes his way over to Buckson Gooch and tags him in. Gooch happily enters the ring and goes to pick William up, but is hit with a rake to the eyes! Gooch howls in pain and William Black hits him with a Snap DDT!

Black seeks refuge in his corner, but glares as Donald Deruty tags himself in! William Black shouts at Deruty and follows him to the center of the ring, going as far as to turn him around and continue yelling-- but Black is taken down from behind with a Clothesline from Mac Bane! As Black gets up, he’s picked up for a Suplex, but it’s brought down into a Stunner that Bane calls On the Rocks! Black clutches his jaw and rolls out of the ring, but as Bane turns his attention back toward the action in the ring, Deruty nails him with a Dropkick that sends him through the ropes and to the outside-- but Gooch hits Deruty from behind with a Strong Lariat. Deruty hits the mat face-first, but Gooch is caught with a Super Kick to the face by Amber Storm and a Super Kick to the back of the head by Sophie Storm!

West: Storm Waiting!

Harris: Buckson Gooch is out!

Scrap catches Sophie Storm from behind and launches her over the top rope. Amber catches wind of this and turns, running at Scrap, but he scoops her up onto his shoulders into a Fireman’s Carry and then drops her for a Gutbuster, known as the King’s Throne! Amber groans and rolls out of the ring, while Gooch tags in Chris Gunn... At that same time, Deruty picks Scrap up onto his shoulders and nails the Samoan Slap he calls Dead and Forgotten! Scrap rolls out of the way in pain and Deruty catches Chris Gunn with a Super Kick as he enters the ring! Gunn drops in a hurry and Deruty pins both of his legs.

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Mac Bane and William Black race to break it up, but are a second too late. Deruty rolls out of the ring and raises his fists in victory.

Paige: Here are your winners, the team of Donald Deruty, William Black, and Storm Front!

West: Yeah, they all get a ‘W’ in their win column, but Donald Deruty’s the real winner here! He gets a chance to become the next number one contender for the North American Title, to face either Tuhoa Valo or Irver Famori!

Harris: Eh. I don’t like him.

West: ...Oh give me a break.

*Commercial Break*

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he crowd explodes into cheers as "Hometown Hero" by Big K.R.I.T. begins to blare and fog starts to roll down the entrance way. The arena lights turn blue and the fog creates a haze effect. Anthony "The Promise" Bailey, clad in a black and white hoodie that says “The Promise” across the chest and blue jeans, steps out from behind the curtain slowly. He stops for a moment, flashes his signature smile, and looks around the arena. Bailey's eyes widen as he strides to the ring greeting multiple fans. He climbs up the ring steps, steps through the ropes and into the ring. An APW official hands him a microphone and after surveying the audience once more, he begins to speak.

Anthony Bailey: Salem…it is a privilege to be here and to once again be able to participate on this thrilling show known as Meltdown!

The continuous cheers get louder.

Anthony Bailey: A few weeks ago I was only in the backstage area laying low and rubbing elbows with the up and coming megastars of this organization but tonight, I get the actual opportunity to share my gift in this very ring with all of you. What could possibly be better than that?

Anthony pauses to smile in the midst of this ecstatic audience.

Anthony Bailey: But I’m not one to waste time because time is a precious component so I need to stick to the matters at hand. As some of you may or may not know, I am coming up on my one year anniversary of being apart of APW. I have chronicled this past year of title reigns along with the many ups and downs and a slew of other things more in depth in my new book entitled “Word of Promise: My Avenue to Prosperity.” The book was actually just picked up by Legacy Book Publishing down in Florida and will be available in bookstores nationwide around Christmas. But to make a long story short, I had the very best year of my young life! With only minor amateur wrestling training under my belt, I inked a deal with Asylum, climbed the ranks, and won not one but two titles.

The fans once again cheer at the mentioning of Bailey’s accomplishments.

Anthony Bailey: All of that was great but somewhere along the way, something inside of me was indifferent to all that I had going on in my life. My bank account was looking great, my girlfriend was supportive of my newfound career and even tagged along with me on some of the trips, my mother was happy, my father was proud of me, all my friends back home were rooting for me. What more could I ask for right? Wrong. As high as I had ascended on Asylum, my selfishness blinded me to the fact that I had ascended to the top alone. Everyone helped me get there, including you all in attendance here tonight, but who was I helping? Was I aiming to help my fellow man beat the odds the way that I had and soar high right alongside of me? That’s when I got to thinking…

Anthony pauses for a brief moment before resuming.

Anthony Bailey: I needed people up there with me. I’m a mere mortal and the task was too great to handle by myself. But not just anybody though. This had to be people that I could trust, people that I could count on during the good times and the bad times. People who would be loyal no matter what it took and the more that I began to search for these like minded individuals, the more that I realized that only a small number of people deserved to take on this task with me. So few men and women possess integrity nowadays, especially in this business, and it’s quite frightening if you dwell on it long enough but the time has come to shed light on these scarce entities and to provide them with the same platform that I was afforded…ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to my tag team partner Jair “J-Hop” Hopkins and to my new friend who I met backstage here on Meltdown a few weeks ago Germaine “Krunk” Williams!!!

The fans once again erupt into loud cheers as “Power” by Kanye West begins to blare over the PA system and J-Hop strolls to ring smiling and high fiving some of the fans. He’s wearing a white long-sleeved shirt over his wrestling gear. His music cuts off as he enters the ring and greets Bailey. “Kush in the Bamboo” by Sonny Bamboo begins to play and Meltdown megastar Krunk is happily greeted like J-Hop as he walks down the aisle strictly dressed in casual attire because he’s not competing tonight. He enters the ring and greets both Bailey and J-Hop.

Anthony Bailey: I know some of you might be confused and wondering what I am getting at…this is the point that I have been attempting to highlight these past few minutes. These men share the same convictions that I do and agree with me when I proclaim that integrity and morality needs to be on the forefront. Not only for our sake, but also for the sake of the future. These men and myself are an endangered species when it comes to our beliefs and what things should be prevalent in this industry. So without further ado, it is my honor to present to you the newest faction on the scene. Though we might be on the brink of extinction, by God’s grace and by the blood, sweat, and tears we have already showcased during the span of our careers here in APW, that won’t even be an option. Ladies and gentlemen of Salem, Massachusetts and to all of those tuning in on FX……WE ARE THE DYING BREED!!!!

Bailey drops the microphone on the mat and begins to pull off his hoodie. J-Hop starts to unbutton his long-sleeved shirt as Krunk also commences to remove his jacket. All three men reveal a gray and white T-shirt that says “The Dying Breed” across the chest. The Salem audience screams at the top of their lungs as the three megastars stand in the middle of the ring and raise each other’s hands, sealing the deal on the announcement of their new alliance with each other. They all exit the ring and head backstage to the sounds of “The World Is Yours” by Nas.



Nicky Paige: Scheduled for One Fall. From Parts Unknown and Weighing 225 lbs. here is the "Relic Hunter" Irver Famori.

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

Nicky Paige:From Vampiro , Weighing 245 lbs. He is the "Finnish Phenom" Tuhoa Valo!

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

Irver Famori Vs Tuhoa Valo

The match begins quickly right after the bells rings, with both wrestlers immediately locking up in the center of the ring. Irver Famori gains the advantage with a swift kick to the groin causing The Finnish Phenom to stumble back, but The Relic Hunter steps in to continue his assault with a flurry of jabs connecting against The Nemsis of APW’s face, forcing him to bring both his arms up to his face to block the next batch of jabs. Instead it leaves his waist open and Irver Famori wastes no time by bringing his oppoenet down to the mat hard with a back breaking Spinebuster, just the mere impact of that Spinebuster could be heard throughout the whole arena, even the cheap seats! Irver Famori begins o stomp holes throughout The Finnish Phenom’s body, stopping only for a moment to raise his fist up towatds the crowd, yet the crowd showers him with many boo’s and jeering. He turns around to see a standing up Tuhoa and is hit with perfectly executed Fishermans Suplex! Taking the Relic Hunter down to the mat, but the Finnish Phenom isn’t done there as he sits on top of the slammed Relic Hunter and begins punching him in the face, brutally.

West: Both these men are bringing it tonight! I see some nice technical wrestling coming from the Finnish Phenom. Looks like he isn’t letting up tonight.

Harris: Please, Irver Famori is the true entertaining one, that’s something I can tell you, the phenom isn’t even phenomenal.

The Finnish Phenom isn’t done there and picks up the groggy Irver Famori up from the mat and up into the suplex position, attempting hit one of his deadly signature maneuvers, Double Vision Driver! Lucily Irver Famori is able to squirm free and escape and utilizes this sudden opening to hit him with a swift roundhouse kick connecting with the Finnish Phenom’s head, but he isn’t done there and continue’s to keep hitting the Phenom repeatedly with roundhouse kicks until he’s onto the mat lifelessly laying on his stomach. The Phenom rolls over and brings the relic hunter down with a double leg takedown and locks in an STF. This time Irver catches a rope and holds on, causing the ref to break up the lock.

West: What nice submission hold done by the Tuhoa, a nemesis indeed.

Harris: Atleast your finally realizing something correct.

Finally both of them start to get up, regaining there balance and composure. Unluckily for Irver, he gets up but his back is facing the Finnish Phenom. Leaping on to his back, Tuhoa Valo locks in his deadly submission finisher, The Nemsis Nightmare. Brining him down to the ground with it locked in, it forces Irver Famori to tap out.

Nicky Paige: Your winner by submission is, "The Finnish Phenom" Tuhoa Valo

Tuhoa celebratesin the ring as Irver rolls to the outside as the cameras cut to commercial.

*Commercial Break*

[T-Marv]

The scene opens in the office of Alexander Duvall as he sits behind his desk with the phone up to his ear chatting away on the other line.

Alexander Duvall: It’s going quite swimmingly. It won’t be long before I’m running APW instead of this lowly rat hole that is entirely beneath me. No worries though, I’ll whip these peons into shape.

A knock comes to the door And Duvall smiles.

Alexander Duvall: And there’s my ace in the hole right there. We’ll talk later.

He hangs up the phone and hollers to the door as he gets to his feet smiling.

Alexander Duvall: Come on in.

In through the office door walks the members of Los Verdaderos Rompecorazones, Numero Uno and Numero Dos wearing very nice looking suits and their luchador masks. Alexander smiles and shakes the hands of each man.

Alexander Duvall: Thank you so much for showing up here tonight gentlemen. I promise you won’t regret joining our little family. I have high hopes for you two gentlemen.

Numero Uno: Me parece gracioso que usted no tiene el más mínimo indicio de que estamos a punto de coger completamente su mundo!

Subtitles - I find it hilarious that you don't have the slighest clue that we're about to completely screw your world up!

Alexander laughs loudly though he clearly doesn’t have the slightest idea what they’re saying.

Numero Dos: Sólo sonreír y reír gilipollas. Una vez que estas máscaras salir vas a sí mismo un ataque masivo al corazón.

Subtitles - Just smile and laugh shithead. Once these masks come off you're going to have yourself a massive heart attack.

Alexander Duvall: Well, that’s fantastic. Tonight, you two have the chance to do something completely special. You have the chance to take that step up to superstardom. I’m sure you’ll leave that poverty of hell behind you and make me proud. I’m counting on you boys.

They smile and laugh, shaking their heads as they head toward the door.

Numero Uno: No puedo creer que nos está dando exactamente lo que queremos, una oportunidad por el título por equipos. MIS títulos de la etiqueta del equipo!

Subtitles - I can’t believe you’re giving us exactly what we want, a shot at the Tag Team titles. MY tag team titles!

Numero Dos: Prepárese culo. Es hora de mostrar

Subtitles - Get Ready asshole. It's Showtime!

They exit and the scene switches to ringside.



Paige: The following is a First Round Tag Team Match in the APW Tag Team Tournament! Introducing first..They are both Asylum MegaStars! One is a former TapOut and World Heavyweight Champion and the other is one of the brightest rising stars on the entire APW Roster...Please put your hands together for "The Promise" Anthony Bailey and Jair HOPPPPKINNNSS!!!

"Hometown Hero" plays and both Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins step out from the back. The crowd eats them up like their from the Twilight Movies as they head to the ring. Hopkins leaps up onto the ring apron as Bailey jogs the steel stairs. Both men entering the ring at the same time, on different sides of the ring and the female fans grow in cheers as they bend through the ropes and enter the ring.

Paige: And their opponents at a combined weight of...Really BIG! One is an Asylum MegaStar, the other is a newly signed Meltdown Prospect! Please welcome YARMOUTH and....EVAN MCDONALD!!!

"I Don't Care About You" begins to blare through the arena and first comes McDonald from the back and right away he wants the spotlight on him. Yarmouth steps out from the back and shoulder bumps McDonald, passing him by and raising his arms up for the fans to cheer for and they do. McDonald knocks down Yarmouth's raised arms and walks down the aisle. As Yarmouth is slapping hands with kids and other fans, McDonald slaps hands away as he passes and makes it to ring side. Both of the large men climb up and over the ropes as if owning the ring before attempting to own their opponents.

Harris: Well someone is up against much, MUCH larger opponents here tonight! I wonder if Hopkins and Bailey wore an extra pair of underwear...

West: Anthony Bailey is a former World Champion. Hopkins will hold his own here as well, this should be exciting! Which team will continue going forward with the Tag Team Tournament? Let's find out shall we?

Jair Hopkins & Anthony Bailey Versus. Yarmouth & Evan McDonald

No sooner does the bell ring, Hopkins pats Bailey on the back and exits the ring without discussing who would start first. Bailey laughs and softly punches his partner's shoulder but turns to the ring and stares across at a big Scottish man in Evan McDonald. They step to each other at the center of the ring, Bailey leaps into a Grapple but McDonald throws him backwards and Bailey rolls over himself before coming to a sit on his knees. McDonald smiles and Bailey smiles back, nodding as he rises to his feet. Hopkins on the ring apron outside the ring, slap tags himself in and uses the ropes to springboard up onto the ropes. He flies over Anthony Bailey and goes for a diving clothesline to knock McDonald back but the big Scottish man clobbers Hopkins with his own devastating clothesline. The fans gasp at the power of this new signing.

West: Wow, what power and reaction time from Evan McDonald! Hopkins should have surprised him, he surely surprised Bailey!

Harris: I think both of them underestimated McDonald to start things off, let's see if it continues that way or if they work together and take these big behemoths down..

Bailey reluctantly steps out of the ring and onto the apron as McDonald rips Hopkins up off the canvas. A thundering thud is heard as McDonald flicks his forehead down into the top of Hopkins skull with a Headbutt and Hopkins once again lays on the ring canvas. McDonald laughs probably thinking this is easier than he had expected and lifts Hopkins up again. This time Hopkins is more prepared and breaks out from the grapple of McDonald. Hopkins leaps off his feet, hits a Backflip Kick and it stuns and stumbles McDonald backwards into the ropes.

Jair landing on his hands and knees, pops up from the canvas and rushes towards the big man from Scotland. He jumps and goes for a Crossbody but Evan McDonald catches him. Yarmouth reaches and tag slaps McDonald on the back, the referee acknowledged the tag. McDonald looks pissed and drops Hopkins to yell at his partner. Yarmouth enters the ring, Hopkins scrambles to his feet and rushes over and makes the tag to Anthony Bailey as McDonald stiff arm shoves Yarmouth and the two exchange a few words. The referee clears McDonald from the ring and Yarmouth puts his attention back to the match at hand.

Harris: A bit of miscommunication on the part of Yarmouth and McDonald. Could this be their demise already?

West: If they can't work together, I don't see them having a good day with Bailey and Hopkins.

Bailey and Yarmouth, both favorites of the live audience step to each other with respect in their eyes. They nod and shake hands, McDonald screams out at Yarmouth from their corner. Quickly Bailey throws a big right to Yarmouth's jaw and it barely does any damage. Bailey drives a shoulder into Yarmouth's gut and tries running him back but Yarmouth clubs down with an Axe Handle into Bailey's back. Yarmouth not letting Bailey hit the canvas, grabs him around the waist and lifts him up over his shoulders. The crowd on their feet as Yarmouth crushes Bailey's shoulder with a Shoulder Breaker, Big Man Style! Bailey bounces and crumbles into the canvas. Yarmouth drops and goes for a quick pin attempt.

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West: Yarmouth with a quick pin attempt. There and almost gets the victory for his team.

Yarmouth drags Bailey to the corner and tags in Evan McDonald. Evan hoists Bailey up to the turnbuckle and hits a huge superplex on him dropping him hard in the middle of the ring. He hooks the leg.

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Evan pulls him up and whips him into the ropes. Hopkins gets the blind tag and Evan levels Bailey with a clothesline. He covers, but the Ref tells him Bailey’s not the legal man. He turns around right into a knee smash to a Inverted DDT by Hopkins. Jair then springboards off the middle rope and hits the moonsault double foot stomp!

Harris: OMFG! Out of no where. And he makes the cover.

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Paige: Winners of this match and advancing on to the second round of the Tag Team Tournament….. ANTHONY BAILEY AND JAIR HOPKINS!
JHop and Bailey celebrate their win inside the ring as Yarmouth looks on disappointed and Evan McDonald throws his hands up like he doesn’t care and walks out of the area.

*Commercial Break*

[T-Marv]

The Parking Garage door opens from outside and into the building walks Jason Kash. Here for his match against Young Mannie, he comes into the building with a smile on his face. As the door behind him closes he stretches in a yawn and burps to finish things off. Down at the end of the hallway to the left Kash spots Kaylyn James coming. Still a good distance down the hallway, he turns and begins walking towards her. He thinks of what to say but decides to do something different. See if he can't annoy her (because that's what he does apparently)

He steps off to the other side of the hallway as the two begin to walk by each other. Kash strolls on by, pretending to not see Kaylyn. Much like the first time they ran into each other. Again Kaylyn stops and looks offended. She turns around ready to attack but Kash falls to the hallway floor laughing as he looks back at her.

Kaylyn James: Oh that's funny? You're such an ignorant fool!

Jason Kash: That's not funny? Damn I tried. Okay I'm sorry, chill.

Jumping to his feet Kash has to jog after Kaylyn James and begins walking behind her like he's playing her shadow. Every step forward she makes, he makes. When she looks over her shoulder, he looks over his. Finally she stops, turns around and shoves him away from her. He instantly goes into laughter. Knowing suddenly that he smiles alot even when he's not happy. He was happy right now though. Maybe it was the match with Mannie too, knowing he'd get to smash that guy tonight had made his entire week. Kaylyn however was just fun to be around.

Kaylyn James: What am I going to do with you Jason?

Jason Kash: I can think of at least 3 things but all of them involve midgets and a hammer so we're out of luck. Look, I've got this match tonight but next Asylum...You should come visit.

Kaylyn James: Why on earth would I come visit you? Remember what you did to me last time we were around each other? You let me open my heart to you and you turned around and picked someone else like it was a choice of candy bars....I don't know if I can forgive that..

Jason Kash: Well damn, I mess up sometimes. Who doesn't right? Did you come to APW just for the paycheck? No? Heh...You know you didn't so why fight it any? I admit I made a mistake but right now I'm the one who should be walked away from, I'm looney. I have a hard on for bleeding be it myself or my opponents. I am feeding off of peoples pain and craving my own pain. You don't want someone like me anymore, but that doesn't mean we can't be friends does it? I need a good friend...

Kaylyn James: No it doesn't. I'll think about it Jason. I still need to get use to the APW schedule so we'll see how things go. I don't want to get between you and Knuckles and this Blood Rivalry you two seem to be having. Add in Chris Strike and that just seems like an Atomic Bomb waiting to explode.

Jason Kash: You can say that again, Knuckles will regret the days wanting this match again. Wanting me inside the ring will bring him a life full of memories on how things could have gone had he not included himself with my Title match. Now I have to settle things with Strike again and take back what is MINE...Sorry, heh.

Scratching the back of his head he looks around to see who might have seen him rage out a bit. He looks up shyly into Kaylyn's eyes and smiles. He leans in and kisses her on the cheek before walking off without another word. Like his mind was just filled with other thoughts and it leaves Kaylyn James seeing Kash in a whole new light.

Kaylyn James: Yup, he's different...


Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a first round match in the Tag Team Tournament.

The deafening primal scream of Slayer's Tom Arya breaks through the speakers, a direct sample from the original “War Ensemble” and instantly all heads turn towards the entrance. Expecting the thrash metal riffs to follow, the crowd are baffled b the piano, drum and bass melody as pop music crooner coverer Richard Cheese's smooth vocals do an almighty justice to one of Slayer's best songs. First out of the curtains is GI looking a little sheepish as the crowd jeer and heckle his arrival. Followed not long after by Michael Callahan, the two make their way slowly down towards the ramp with Callahan leading the way.

Paige: Introducing first... At a combined weight of 483 lbs... They are the team of Michael Callahan and the GI, WAAAAAR ENSEMBLEEEE!

Callahan like a gentlemen offers up the stairs on a silver platter to GI and allows him to climb into the ring first. He does so and Callahan follows suit, dusting his feet off before climbing the ring. Both men are focused and determined to stave some heads in and while GI warms up and reloads invisible weaponry while Callahan gives him instructions. Patting him on the shoulder, Callahan steps out onto the apron and the two wait for the bell to sound.

West: Here we go! For the first time here on meltdown, we’ve got the team of Michael Callahan and his new lackey GI!

Harris: And coming off that HUGE victory last week over Noble, Callahan has to be licking his chops at the possibilities of this contest. Not that it’s fair that he’s going up against two unknowns from a third world country. What happens if they cough on the poor man and give him SCARS?

“International Love” By Pitbul hits the loudspeakers as the curtain opens and through it steps Los Verdaderos Rompecorazones members, Numero Uno and Numero Dos. They smile and wave to the crowd to loud cheers. They slowly make their way don to the ring, greeting the fans the whole way. They circle the ring, going opposite directions before sliding in and posing on opposite turnbuckles. They then hop down and await the match to begin.

Paige: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 460 pounds, from El Salvador….. LOS VERDADEROS ROMPEORAZONES!!!!

Harris: Quite frankly, I’ve never heard of these guys, though they’ve come to us highly touted. And our General Manager is extremely excited to have them here.

West: As if that’s supposed to make me feel better. Quite frankly, Duvall screwed Atken out of his spot, wouldn’t allow Marvin and Hart in this tournament, then turns around and imports these virtual unknowns as his chosen tag team. So far, I don’t like the way he does business.

Tag Team Tournament 1st Round/b]
War Ensemble vs. Los Verdaderos Rompeorazones

We start the match off with Numero Uno and Michael Callahan. After a few good exchanges of chain wrestling, Uno hits a series of repeated arm drags before locking in an armbar, wrenching down on Callahan. Callahan works back to his feet and rakes Uno in the eyes before giving him a hard Gut Kick followed by a Inverted DDT. After a few stomps and a hard falling Elbow to the sternum, he locks on an armbar of his own. When the ref is focused on Uno, Callahan reaches over and grabs the middle rope for leverage causing surging pain to flow through. Uno. The ref finally sees Callahan reaching for the ropes and forces him to break the hold. But Callahan doesn’t back off as Uno rises and gets an AMERICAN SUPLEX for his trouble. Callahan makes the cover.

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West: NEAR FALL there by Callahan, and the War Ensemble looks quite impressive thus far!

Callahan smiles as he pulls Uno up to his feet. He throws him in a sleaper as he begins to untie his mask! The crowd boos loudly as Uno tries to struggle out of it, but Michael fights to keep it locked in. Uno manages to turn and…. HITS AN INSIDE CRADLE OUT OF NO WHERE!

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Harris: Numero Uno almost stole one there!

Uno rolls quickly to the corner and tags in Numero Dos. Callahan looks ready to lock up with the larger luchador, but instead smiles and tags in GI. He whispers something in GI’s ear, and he looks enraged. He fumes as he charges at Dos. He hits a running clothesline and then another as Dos tries to get up. He stomps away on him before hitting some Mounted punches hard in the face. The ref pulls GI off of Dos and GI pulls him up and shoves him in the corner. He hits him with some Mudhole Stomping. He pulls Dos up again and hits a HARD Executing Orders before making the cover.

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Callahan shouts orders from the outside as GI pulls Dos up to his feet. But Dos counters a GI attempt at a suplex and hits a Side Effect out of nowhere! He dorps a few legs across the throat of GI before pulling him to his feet, whipping him into the ropes and nailing a spinning wheel kick. He pulls GI back up again, hooks him and gets a northern Lights Suplex with the bridge for the pin.

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Harris: Callahan narrowly breaking up the pin there.

West: I must say that so far, the luchadors have impressed the hell out of me. Although there is something quite familiar about them.

Callahan pulls GI to the corner and tags himself in. He runs over to Dos qho ducks a clothesline and puts Callahan on his shoulders. Mike struggles but Dos walks over and tags in Uno who gets to the top rope and LEAPS OFF with a cross Body block. He covers.

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Uno pulls Callahan up but gets a thumb to the eye and then a snap DDT hard to the mat. Callahan tags in GI again before hooking Uno from behind. They connect with the PEACEKEEPER as Gi hits a Big Boot into a American Suplex by Callahan. GI makes the cover.

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Harris: Fantastic combinations by each team, but War Ensemble seems to be gelling better together!

West: This is far from over though!

GI pulls Uno up to his feet, but Uno suprises him and grabs his head. He runs to the turnbuckle and comes off with a…………………………. HART BREAK!

West: HART BREAK! My god, he just used Chris Hart’s finisher!

Uno tags in Dos who runs in and slaps GI in the……. SHOWS OVER CROSSFACE!

Harris: What the…. That’s TERRY MARVIN’S Submission hold. What is going on here.

West: I think Callahan’s figured it out!

Callahan runs in and pulls Dos off of GI and gets him in a VICTORY LOCK! As he holds the lock in, he pulls off the mask to reveal ……… UNDISPUTED CHAMPION TERRY MARVIN!!!! The crowd erupts into cheers!

Harris: OH MY GOD! It’s Terry Marvin! He found a way to deceive Alexander Duvall!

West: That means his partner could only be….

Uno shoves Callahan off of Marvin and then takes his mask off revealing……. CHRIS HART! The crowd cheers loudly as the two men stare down Callahan who looks enraged by the deception here. On the stage, Alexander Duvall comes rushing out with security in tow.

Alexander Duvall: WAIT JUST A MINUTE HERE! How dare the two you make a mockery of MY SHOW! You think you could get one over on me? This match is OVER! SECURITY, GET THEM!

Security Charges the ring as Terry and Chris just smile and shrug before rolling out of the ring and running off through the crowd who cheer loudly.

Paige: Winners of this match via Disqualification…. WAR ENSEMBLE!!!!

Callahan celebrates in the ring with GI, though he still looks perturbed at the events that unfolded. Duvall steams on the entrance ramp before heading backstage.

*Commercial Break*

[T-Marv]

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

There is no music....There is no fanfare....THE SMOOTH ONE appears at the top of the ramp holding only a steel chair. He's not hardcore...this isn't a hardcore match?? He has on new black tights that sport "SMOOTH" on the right leg and "ONE" the left and has some ink? The letters "TSO" are now emblazoned across his back. He never had ink before? He has worked up a sweat and as the bright lights shine behind him..he looks almost angelic. The determined Smooth moves faster to the ring than we've ever seen.. usually he saunters to the ring..because let's face it "He Is So Smooth". He looks focused and determined...this may be his night to make Meltdown his. He thrusts the steel chair in the air to the cheers of the Meltdown faithful.

Paige: Introducing first, in the ring weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds, from Hollywood, California... “The Smooth One” Mr. William D. Williams Jr.!

Williams motions to the ring announcer to hand him a mic, which Paige quickly obliges.

Williams: Evan Envi, come on down because it's time to go NIGHT NIGHT!

He drops the mic and finds himself a seat on the top turnbuckle as he awaits Envi to arrive!

Harris: Is he crazy?!

West: THAT is a confident man.

”This just in: Tag Team 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, gripping a crowbar in his left hand. 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. He stops, and with a fist still clenched, whips his head toward the top of the ramp and points his crowbar toward it, where his music is immediately replaced by the Beatles' "Helter Skelter."

”Will you, won't you want me to make you
I'm coming down fast but don't let me break you
Tell me, tell me, tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer...
Helter Skelter...!"

Multi-colored lights dance all across the arena as the savage vocals of Paul McCartney shriek throughout the PA system. Within seconds, Evan Envi emerges from the back to a chorus of overwhelming boos, dressed in a white jacket with the name "ENVI" emblazoned across the back in blood-red, shimmering cursive, saying something to Delikado that the cameras can't quite pick up as he approaches his tag team partner.

Paige: And the opponent, accompanied to the ring by Delikado, weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds, hailing from Hollywood, California, he is the ‘MegaMegaStar’ EVANNNN ENVIIII!

Envi performs a highly contrived handshake with Delikado before the two rush to the ring, sliding in and ascending the turnbuckles, motioning for the ungrateful fans to bow-- and receiving more boos in response. Delikado rolls out of the ring and trades insults with some fans, daring them to challenge him, but is soon ushered back into the ring by Envi before the music fades out. Delikado stands alongside Envi, and points the crowbar angrily at Williams.

West: Well, this is not a tag team match, but Evan Envi did not show up to battle alone tonight.

Harris: And why should he? Williams came armed, so Evan came to the dance with backup!

Evan already has a microphone on hand and glares at Williams as he sits on the turnbuckles.

Evan: Am I supposed to be impressed? This is what the future of APW brings to the table? A steel chair? You know-- I’m a little bit upset that it even had to come to this, William. I thought you’d be somebody different, y’know? I thought you were going to come with a challenge, and you were going to prove to me that you weren’t like every other loser that walked through these doors, but you just couldn’t elevate yourself to that level, could you?! You know what-- you don’t even deserve a wrestling match. To hell with this!

Evan and Delikado take a step toward Williams.

Evan: You wanna bring the big guns to the fight? Delikado and I are gonna end this right now.

Evan holds the microphone as a weapon while Delikado raises the crowbar. The two close in on Williams, who drops down to the mat from the corner and raises his chair defensively. He looks from Delikado to Evan Envi as both members get closer-- but the crowd roars, and the camera pans to the ramp where “The Silver Lining” Roy Speede and “D-Day” Donald Deruty make their way down with curious looks on their face. Both of them walk around ringside and stand in the corner of William D. Williams, hopping up onto the apron. The crowd cheers loudly for their stance, and Envikado consider the odds... And the crowd roars louder, with several members looking toward the ramp.

Harris: Now what?!

Aubrey J. Parker stands at the top of the ramp and smirks down at Evan Envi. She unbuckles the North American Title from around her waist and lifts it high above her head, looking coldly down at the first North American Champion. Evan glares up at her.

West: And Aubrey J. Parker has, without saying a word, responded to all the comments Envi has made over the past week in regards to nobody being able to pick up where he left off. Parker has emphatically chosen whose side she stands on during this match.

Harris: It doesn’t matter! This match isn’t about Aubrey J. Parker! It’s about Evan Envi and William D. Williams Jr. Evan claims that he’s gonna teach this old dog a lesson, but Williams proved something last week. He can hurt Evan, and I think Evan is aware of that. I think Evan’s gonna put this guy in his place, and I don’t think Parker’s mind games are gonna work.

West: Well, what about the fact that Speede and Deruty, Envikado’s next opponents in the Tag Team Tournament are at ringside? Evan had the advantage of having Delikado in his corner, but now they’re outnumbered!

The referee restores orders and gets everybody other than Williams and Envi out of the ring. Williams hands his chair to Roy Speede, who grins and winks at Delikado, who shakes his head angrily, while Parker disappears backstage again. The referee makes sure both Williams and Envi are ready... And starts the match!

Grudge Match
Evan Envi vs William D. Williams Jr.


The bell rings and the two lock up with Williams quickly gaining the upperhand and shoving Evan back. Evan rolls up to his feet and runs at Williams for a Clothesline, but Williams counters with a Dropkick to the knee! Evan hits the mat face-first and hobbles as he gets up, only for Williams to level him with an Implant DDT known as Chocolate Thunder! He goes for the pin but only gets a count of one and exchanges chops with Evan as he pulls him back to his feet. Evan gets the upperhand with a European Uppercut that rocks Williams against the ropes but as Evan goes to Irish Whip him to the other corner and follow up, Williams jumps up onto the second turnbuckle and turns, twisting off to catch his smaller opponent with a Flying Cross Body! Evan groans in pain and pushes Williams off of him before the referee can even make a count. He gets to his feet and tries to hit Williams with a high roundhouse kick to the head, but Williams grabs him by the throat and nails a Chokeslam!

West: The Chocolate Chokeslam!

Harris: What is going ON, Envi?!

West: William D. Williams with the cover!

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Harris: Phew! Envi kicks out!

Envi rolls to the ropes but Williams pulls him away. Envi hops up to his feet but twists around and somehow contorts himself to hit Williams with a Snap Frankensteiner! Williams is groggy after the move but is only a second later than Envi getting to his feet. Envi charges him but Williams catches him on his shoulders and throws him throat-first across the top rope. Envi falls back into a Full Nelson Bomb! Envi cries out in pain and gets to his feet. Williams spins him around and plants him with the Tiger Driver, pinning both shoulders to the mat for the pin! Deruty and Speede obnoxiously cheer and applaud from ringside.

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West: Close call after close call for the first-ever North American Champion.

Harris: It’s awful!

Envi slides out of the ring to catch a breather and Delikado gives him words of “encouragement”, berating and belittling Williams from ringside, but Evan groans and slides into the ring as Speede and Deruty make their way to his side of the floor. Once in the ring, Evan is flattened with a Clothesline, followed by a second once he tries to get up. Williams goes for a third, but Evan drops down and slides out of the ring again! Deruty and Speede are occupied in a yelling match with Delikado on the other side of the ring, but as Williams approaches Evan, he’s met with a rake to the eyes followed by a high roundhouse to the side of the head! The crowd boos and Williams throws his hands to his face while he staggers back to the center of the ring. Evan launches himself up onto the middle rope and hits a Springboard Calf Kick! Delikado applauds on the outside as Evan hits the ropes and goes for a Running Shooting Star Press, but Williams gets his knees up! Evan cries out in pain and slowly gets to his knees, holding his ribs. Willias gets up as well and Evan finally gathers his bearings, running at him to hit a stiff knee to the jaw, then goes for a Swinging Neckbreaker, but Williams overpowers him and throws him to the canvas! Evan pulls himself up quickly, using the ropes and runs at Williams, but he is caught with an STO Backbreaker, followed by a Reverse STO! Evan hits the mat and rolls over onto his back as the crowd erupts.

West: The Smooth Operation! That’s it!

Harris: NO!

West: The cover! What an upset!

Harris: NO, NO, NO!

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West: He got the three count! Williams did it!

Harris: ...Wait...

Salem boos thunderously as the camera pans out, revealing that Evan Envi’s fingers are barely touching the bottom rope. The referee tells Williams that the three count is no good. Williams looks devastated but after a few seconds, angrily rips Envi off of the canvas. He hits him with a Suplex and then drops hard knees across his sternum, four times. He lifts Envi up again and brings him to his knees with an elbow to the base of his neck. Williams shoots the ropes and comes back for a Dropkick, nailing it! Envi rolls across the ring and groggily gets up while Williams signals for the end to the delight of those in Salem! The battered and beaten Envi falls forward right into the awaiting arms of William D. Williams and he lifts him onto his shoulders. He smirks and the crowd roars. Williams throws Envi up-- but Evan pushes himself off and lands hard on his knees behind Williams. He grabs Williams as if going for a Reverse DDT as he did last week, but instead spins himself to catch Williams in an inverted side headlock and brings him down spine-first across his knee! Williams goes stiff from the move and Evan makes the cover.

West: The Guess Who!

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The bell rings and Delikado, still wielding the crowbar, slides into the ring and helps his tag team partner to his feet.

Paige: Here is your winner... EVANNNNN ENVIIII!

West: A hard, HARD loss for William D. Williams tonight, but he has nothing to be ashamed of! He dominated this match from bell to bell. Envi just had experience on his side tonight.

Harris: Envi needs to get it together. There’s no way it should’ve been that close... No way.

West: Did you ever stop to think that mayybe Williams is really just that good?

Delikado and Envi exit the ring as Speede and Deruty enter again. They smirk and make their ways up the ramp while “The Smooth One” slowly gets to his feet in the ring, though his lower is in apparent agony. Envi points a finger at Williams and gives a very sarcastic wink before Envikado disappears behind the curtains. Meanwhile at ringside, the crowd applauds William D. Williams for his efforts, and he leaves with a nod of acknowledgement to the fans alongside Speede and Deruty.[/color]

::APW Meltdown interviewer Hannah Storm stands in the back. Behind her is a large APW Meltdown logo.::

Hannah Storm: “Ladies and gentlemen, my guest tonight is “the Hong Kong Sensation” Amy Zing.”

::The crowd cheers as the camera zooms out to reveal Amy Zing standing next to Hannah Storm. Amy waves to the camera a bit.::

Hannah Storm: “Amy Zing, I know you asked for this interview time, but I would like to address last week’s tag team tournament match. I assume it did not go as well as I assume you hoped it would. How are you handling it?”

Amy Zing: “Hannah, I am doing alright actually. Donald Deruty and Roy Speede knew each other a lot better than Nick Watson and I did and they were able to pull together to be a tag team. So I congratulate them on their victory and wish them luck in the tournament, I know I will be watching.”

Hannah Storm: “

Amy Zing: “I realize I have only been here a few short weeks. I would be lying if I said I was disappointed in not being involved in any match that has implications to next week’s number one contender match. I believe there are a few people in their newer than I am involved. While I confess disappointment, I am not complaining. No, see, I really have no interest in facing Logan Alexander if he should win tonight.”

Hannah Storm: “You don’t?”

::Amy shakes her head.::

Amy Zing: “Not yet at any rate.”

Hannah Storm: “Then what?”

Amy Zing: “I am out here, in front of the people of Salem, Massachusetts and everyone watching at home to officially challenge Aubrey Parker to a match next week.”

::The crowd cheers. Hannah looks a bit shocked.::

Amy Zing: “I do not care if it is for that title or not should she be able to retain. Personally, I know from previous experience that she is too much a coward to actually give me a championship opportunity. I simply want her in the ring next week.”

Hannah Storm: “I think M&M may have a match next week.”

Amy Zing: “I find myself lacking patience in Aubrey’s case. It is time we settle this, but, as I said, I doubt she has the courage.”

::Amy nods to Hannah.::

Amy Zing: “Good day.”

::“The Hong Kong Sensation” walks off.::

Hannah Storm: “Uh…back to you guys…”


Paige: The following contest is an APW Grudge Match! Introducing first..A Meltdown Megastar, please welcome from Washington D.C. YOUNG...MAAANNNNIEEE!!!!

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

The beginning of "Work Hard, Play hard" airs through the P.A. system building anticipation, As Mannie emerges to a standing ovation, he walks down the ramp with his entire outfit glowing in the dark, Mannie holds his hands out soaking in the admiration. The crowd giving him a mixture of boos and cheers. Entering the ring, Mannie begins to take off his glowing jacket as Ms. Paige steps up to Introduce Mannie's opponent.

Paige: And his Opponent...He is an Asylum MegaSta--

In a hurry, Paige leaves the ring. Mannie turns around and looks at her, confused by her quick withdraw. The fans erupt in ovation and boos as Jason Kash comes out from under the ring. He stands and slides into the ring as Young Mannie has turned and faced the entrance ramp looking for his opponent. Kash bum rushes Mannie from behind with a clothesline to the back of his head.

Harris: Jason Kash isn't waiting for an introduction, he's been laying in wait since the beginning of the show!!

West: ...What do you think he did under the ring all this time? Kind of boring..

Young Mannie versus Jason Kash
(Grudge Match)

Ripping Young Mannie off the canvas, Kash doesn't waste time. He pushes Mannie back against the ropes and using both hands, Kash open palm slaps both ears of Mannie with a Bell Clap. Mannie grabs both sides of his head, holding his ears but Kash hits a push clothesline on Mannie, sending him over the ropes and colliding with the outside ring mats. Kash himself climbs out between the ropes and stands on the ring apron looking down at Mannie. "Mr 420" rises to his feet and Kash comes off the ring apron with a double axe handle but Mannie blasts him to the gut with a side hook that flips Kash over and he lands to the unforgiving ring side floor onto his back.

West: These two men have somewhat of a history. They really don't like each other too well.

Harris: You can say that again! Back when Red Shield Mafia was around, they took advantage of Jason Kash being without a proper Partner and beat him for the Tag Titles.

West: Not before Young Mannie smoked with Kash and then smashed him with his own Glass Bong. Fast forward to a few weeks back on Meltdown and Jason Kash brought the disliking back to the surface. Now it's only Mannie to fend off the former two time APW World Champion. So I expect this to get even more out of hand quickly!!

Not letting Kash get to his feet on his own, Mannie helps him up only to whip him hard into the side of the ring. Kash holds himself up but lets out a groan at his hip where he collided with the ring side. Mannie breaks into a quick run, jumping and spring boarding himself off the ring apron, twisting back towards Kash and hitting him with a spin kick right to the spot where your lip meets your chin. Kash stumbles back and blood drools out over his bottom lip and rolls down to his chin. Kash spits right into Mannie's face and spats of blood along with saliva have dotted Mannie's face as Kash comes back and socks him to the mouth.

Kash grabs Mannie as they both stand with their sides up against the ring. A strong irish whip sends Young Mannie towards the corner of the ring side area. Mannie slaps into the barrier of the ring side area. Fans touching Mannie, giving him both support and boos as a male fan sticks his head right next to Mannie's ear and screams as loud and high pitched as he can go. Kash laughs and face palms the man's face as he steps into Mannie with a driving knee to the gut. Young Mannie shoves Kash back and Kash backs into the ring post behind him. Mannie skips into a short run and comes off his feet, trying to hit a cross body but Kash ducks down and Mannie wraps himself around the corner post.

Harris: Oh that's brutal! Good concept from Mannie but Kash managed to slip out of that. That sucks for him!

West: And Jason Kash isn't going to stop and give Mannie any time to regain himself. He might have knocked the wind out of himself.

Standing up, Kash laughs at Mannie wrapped around the corner post on the outside. His legs and arms holding on almost the the post is what keeps him from falling but Jason Kash grabs him from the side facing up and rips him off. Mannie hits the ring side floor in a short but hard manner. Helping Mannie to his feet, Kash gets himself a handful of Mannie's shirt. Kash lifts Mannie and positions him sideways across Kash. Kash roars out to the crowd nearby and steps towards them holding Mannie in a Fall Away position. Kash drops back, vaulting Mannie overhead and Mannie's back crashes and bends back a bit around the corner post. The fans cringe on the big tron at the top of the stage and Kash smiles and points at the screen. Mannie screams out in agony as he lays at the floor mats below Kash's feet.

West: My god! He could be hurt, out of commission here! Someone get the EMTs, Young Mannie has been broken in half!

Harris: Haha...hehe...haha...First he cross bodied the corner post and then Kash bent him the other way..Great stuff, give this man a round of applause people!!

West: I understand they dislike each other, I get that the rules state there are no real rules to speak of other than pinning your opponent inside the ring. This is a grudge match..But to purposely try and not only end someone's career but try and make it to where they can't walk again. Maybe even feel anything below the waist? That's disturbing..

Harris: Sissy La La!

Dragging Mannie over to the side of the ring where they'd already been, Kash lifts Mannie up enough to roll him under the bottom rope, back into the ring. Mannie grabs at his back as he tumbles over onto his back. Pulling up on the ropes, Kash gets up onto the ring apron and dips through the middle rope to enter the ring himself. As Kash approaches Mannie, he is met with an up kick to the nuts from Mannie. As Kash is bent over holding his bruised fruits, Mannie hurries in a painful fashion to his feet. He stumbles sideways as his back sends a shock up him and it shows as he keeps his balance. Mannie straightens up and bursts into a slow run but quickly flips forward at a bent over Kash and hits a Rolling Koppu Kick to the back of Kash's head. The heel thudding loudly.

West: That was a loud thud, I heard it from here...Doesn't that mean it's hollow inside?

Harris: I sure wouldn't say that to Jason Kash so I'd shut up if I were you...

Mannie scoops around in pain from his back before he pushes over to his stomach and rises to his feet using the ring ropes. Jason Kash begins to rise to his hands and knees, Mannie grabs him by the back of his head and helps him to his feet. Scooping Kash up, Mannie slams him with a body slam. He grabs his lower back but moves to the turnbuckles and exits the ring to the apron before climbing to the top ropes from the outside of the ropes. He goes to the skies and soars to Kash with a Flying Elbow drop and plants the elbow into Kash's chest. Mannie rolls back and stiffens straight from the pain in his back. He crawls over and flops an arm over Kash's body as the referee drops and makes the count.

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Mannie and Kash both begin to move around. Kash on his knees and Mannie draped over Kash's back. They both rise connected like that, Mannie stands tall but Kash comes rising fast and the back of his head clips Mannie in the chin and sends his head snapping back. Mannie stumbles back from the rising headbutt, accidental or not it connected. Kash rubs the back of his head but skips into a tornado spin, going for his trademark Rolling Elbow. Mannie throws up double forearms to block it and goes into a rush with rapid slaps to Kash's face.

West: Here we go, Mannie time!

Harris: Is that like Hammer Time? Just wondering..

Adding in some palm strikes, Kash stumbles back but his face gets slapped repeatedly hard and with great speed. His face has a dazed smile on it as his head wobbles a bit. Mannie turns and hits the far ropes in a decent speed. On his return he leaves his feet and sends a sharp flying knee to Kash's bloody mouth and connects. Kash twists like a pretzel before crumbling into the canvas. The fans are actually behind Mannie at the moment and he falls to the canvas as well. His back once again bothering him. He pushes through the pain and gets to his feet. Mannie rotates his arm in an uppercut motion and the fans begin to cheer knowing what he wants to hit.

Harris: Can Jason Kash pass the "Drug Test"? Haha!!

West: Not since Augu-- Oh I see what you did there...Haha!!

Slowly getting Kash to his feet, Mannie continues to fight through the pain in his back. He whips Kash across the ring to the far ropes. He bounces off the ropes and comes back still himself in a good daze. Mannie snatches him up and launches him up into the air. As Kash comes down to get the Elevated European Uppercut, he counters it and hits Mannie with a Falling Reverse STO and the crowd goes bonkers from the big game changer. Both men lay on their backs out of it, in a great daze as the referee can't seem to decide who to check on first. Blood still trickling from Kash's mouth from the kick to the mouth earlier spits out more of the saliva build up you get from a mouth busting. Rolling over towards where Mannie is, Kash climbs over the top of Mannie to make the cover and the referee drops and slaps the canvas.

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Not wanting to move but knowing there is more to be done, Kash shoves himself off Mannie and pushes up to his knees. He sits on his knees and pulls Mannie up to a sitting up position. Kash rips the shirt on Mannie's upper body and tears it down the middle. Now bare chested. Kash licks his own open palm before lifting up and slapping the HELL out of Mannie's chest. Mannie falls back, mouth donut holed and sucking in a big lung full of air.

West: Back and forth these two are going. It's like this match has something on the line.

Harris: Kash is very good at adapting to the pace of his opponents. He wants every match to mean something now and this match shows that fight to make a great match against every opponent.

West: Young Mannie wants this match, it'll take more than just good adapting to beat him here tonight!

On his feet, Jason Kash begins to stomp into Mannie's downed body. Mannie rolls with the stomps and tries to get away, finally doing so and sitting up against the ropes across the ring. Kash smiles at him as he grabs up and uses the ropes to get to his feet. Kash waves him in, wanting to lock up, wanting to test their grappling skills. Mannie nods and wipes his mouth as they begin to circle each other. Swatting at Kash, Mannie tries to throw a middle kick but Kash grabs it and shakes a finger at Mannie for making a mistake.

Young Mannie on one foot, jumps spins and cracks Kash with a spinning round house to the chest. He falls back into the ropes and Mannie pops up and rushes in. Trying to put Kash to the outside with a clothesline, Mannie comes in hot but Kash ducks the clothesline and goes for a UTI. Mannie grabs the ropes and Kash slaps against the canvas. As he gets to his feet a little slowly, Young Mannie grabs him from behind and goes to lift for a German Suplex.


Kash locks a leg to block it. Mannie tries to lift again and Kash blocks it with a leg again. Kash drives himself backwards with Mannie still grappled around his waist behind him. They slam into the ring ropes and spring forward when Kash reaches up and grabs Mannie's head as they come off the ropes. Kash whips forward with Mannie attached to him from behind and drives his head into the canvas with a Back to Belly Stunner DDT like move. Mannie's neck bends side ways and goes limp on to the ring canvas. Kash rolls him over and rolls both Mannie's legs in a hook as the referee drops and makes the count.

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Paige: Your Winner Via Pinfall..."The Influence" JASON KAASSSH!!!

Harris: Was that it? Was that the "Mark" Jason wanted to send against Mannie? What was that!?!

West: It's called a Snapmare Driver and what a move it is, very fitting to Asylum's Grand Slam Champion! What a victory against a hungry Young Mannie..

Jason Kash gets to his feet as his theme music begins to play. The fans giving him a loud mixed reaction, mostly boos as he rips his hand from the referee's grasp. Kash doesn't celebrate but instead leaves the ring. He stumbles outside and holds himself up on the guard rail as he looks back into the ring at Young Mannie. Almost surprised he put up such a fight. Maybe even impressed by his performance as he walks to the isle ramp and turns away from the ring to leave ring side.

The camera cuts to the inside of the North American Champion's locker room. She is sitting by herself, finally dressed in her wrestling gear. When we cut in, we are apparently catching her in the closing moments of listening to a voicemail on her phone.

Upon closer inspection, we can hear that the voice on the message belongs to Logan Alexander.

LA: ...Fight for all you’re worth this week. You deserve to carry the championship and I know that you’ll defend it with pride like a truly deserving champion should. I don’t expect us to speak directly until Monday night… and maybe not even then. I don’t know what might happen out there given the circumstances… but I wish you good luck all the same, and just remember that no matter how things end in this match, I’ll still be there as your partner afterwards.

Take care, Aubrey...

As Parker shuts off the phone, she sits in silence, looking off into the distance for a few minutes and all is calm. We're all jolted out of the lull as there's a knock at the door.

Parker gets up and makes her way to the door, pulling it open. She is surprised to see Logan Alexander standing in the doorway.

AJP: Oh. Uh... What's up?

LA: Hey... I just wanted to have a few words with you before we go out there tonight into who knows what... First I had to find you though... and of course you're on the opposite end of the locker area...

He sighs loudly.

LA: I know this isn't an easy position for us to be in and I know you're dealing with a lot of burdens. I just wanted to get some of our stuff sorted out... Like saying that I was sorry directly to you. I know I've screwed some stuff up between us as of late and hearing your exchange with Cassandra really drove the point home for me.

I didn't intend for things to turn bad between us... But that's what my actions did. So... I just wanted to say that if you do have anything you feel you need to get out about this... I won't hold it against you if you get a little carried away in the ring. I think I probably deserve it at this point.

Aubrey stares at Logan in silence for a few moments and after looking at him, giving him the full once-over, it feels like nearly a half minute passes before she says anything back.

AJP: Well... Good. Good.

She clears her throat and crosses her arms, uncomfortably, obviously not sure what to say in this situation.

AJP: I'll see you out there then.

Logan nods.

LA: That we will champ. Do whatever you feel you need to do. We'll sort the details out later... as a team.

He smiles at her slightly, then he backs away, turns and heads off. Aubrey doesn't spend much time looking after her as she closes the door. Parker bites her lip and looks down with a conflicted, hurt look. She then walks over to the North American Title and turns it up.

She spends a few seconds simply looking at it before she turns to the door and makes her way out.

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West: What a match, I believe we just witness an instant classic between those two. Mannie gave a valiant effort but Kash came out with the victory.


Harris: I knew Mannie would blow it, every time he’s get close to the big one he blows it.


Stirring back too his feet, Mannie begins to plead with the ref to restart the match but the referee is not having it. The ref waves off Mannie who starts too shout in the face of the official who keeps flashing the shirt in his face. Mannie gains control and apologizes as he offers to hold the bottom rope for the referee as the crowd begins cheering Mannie’s sportsmanship. The ref steps through until Mannie steps back a kicks the rope right into the crotch of the referee who lands back on the canvas. The crowd is now booing as Mannie flips them off. Mannie yanks the poor referee back to his feet and signals for the end, Mannie looks around and eases his grip as the referee mouths the words “Thank God”. He let’s the referee go as leave & leave the ring as the referee tries to catch his breath, Mannie is halfway up the ring as he looks up the video screen to see the referee chuckle the close call. Mannie doesn’t find the incident a laughing matter as he turns right back around and slides into the ring. The referee still has his back turned to Mannie who waiting anxiously, The referee finally turns around and gets leveled with a Cradle DDT from Mannie who begins to now laugh himself at the display. More referee rush from the back as they hit the ring throwing up an X, Mannie finally leaves as he goes through the crowd as he sees Alexander Duvall coming down with his sleeves rolled up.


West: You know after all these months since his return, I thought Mannie was showing a serious new change but I guess I was wrong.


Harris: You weren’t the only one, Now thats how you put the office on notice. Go Mannie! Woo Hoo!


The commentary team is interrupted by Alexander Duval who is furious, He has a microphone in his hand as Mannie is standing among the APW Universe in the upper isle. A spotlight is shown on him as Duval responds


Duval: Mannie if you think your antics will go unanswered with the slightest consequence than you’re so wrong, Mannie not only are you going to be fined for attacking an official but you are hear by “Suspended Indefinitely”.

Mannie shakes his head as he continues heading through the APW Universe, Mannie passes fans at the merchandise table, as he heads straight to the Salem Ma.

[T-Marv]

Nicky Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Action Packed Wrestling NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIONSHI--

Mr. Alexander Duvall: One second, please. One second! Simmer down, everyone...

West: Oh, what the hell?

Harris: Watch your mouth, you wanker! Hah!

Nicky Paige looks toward the ramp with a dismayed and confused expression, taking a step back and lowering the microphone. The Salem audience boos loudly as Alexander Duvall makes his way out from the curtains to the top of the ramp. He wears a broad smile on his face, speaking over the nonstop booing of our audience.

Mr. Duvall: If I could please hold your attention. I have a huge announcement to make involving one of the participants of this matchup.

West: Uh-oh...

Mr. Duvall: It’s about our special referee... Sienna Harrison.

Salem boos thunderously at the mention of the woman and Duvall shakes his head in disapproval at their reaction.

Harris: I hope she’s still coming out to be the special referee!

West: Well, here’s your answer right here...

The crowd erupts into another chorus of boos as Sienna Harrison steps out onto the stage alongside Alexander Duvall. He grins out into the crowd and clears his throat in the microphone.

Mr. Duvall: Allow me to introduce you all to our new administrative consultant... My personal, lovely assistant, Ms. Sienna Harrison!

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

The camera cuts to Dick Harris, who is on his feet applauding the decision in spite of the booing crowd. Back on the top of the rap, Sienna is handed the microphone.

Sienna: Thank you, Alexand-- erm-- Mr. Duvall... Thank you, thank you all very much!

She smiles and waves into the audience, seemingly untouched by the negativity.

Sienna: As Mr. Duvall’s assistant and Meltdown’s administrative consultant, I’m going to do everything in my power to make this the best product on modern television. Together, we’re going to make groundbreaking TV, and that starts tonight with our North American Championship match. Everyone’s excited to see Aubrey J. Parker versus Logan Alexander right here in Salem, right?!

After some hesitation, the crowd cheers.

Sienna: And that’s what we’re gonna give you. Straight, clean, and right down the middle, the best wrestling match you’re going to see in professional wrestling today. Thank you for your time tonight, Salem.

Sienna hands the microphone off to Alexander Duvall who smirks out to the crowd who is buzzing with mixed feelings about Sienna’s “inaugural” speech.

Mr. Duvall: ...And please. Enjoy the show.

Just listening to Duvall’s voice is enough to set the Salem crowd off, into a frenzy of boos again. We cut to the announce table.

West: Well, that certainly changes things!

Harris: Sienna Harrison is already the special referee for this championship bout, but now she’s the ‘administrative consultant’ to the GM as well! What does that mean, anyway?

West: Oh, what do any of those fancy titles mean? It mean she has power. And that’s not good.

Harris: I don’t understand why these fans have turned their back on her! She did what they wanted. She took down the big, bad Evan Envi at One Night in Hell.

West: Because she proved him right. She stuck her nose where it didn’t belong and she used Nick Watson to get to stardom. She’s been using Logan Alexander and Aubrey J. Parker. And finally, it paid off. Finally, she got noticed by the young businessman, Mr. Alexander Duvall, and she’s got power on Monday nights. God help us.

Harris: Hey, Mr. Duvall’s coming over here! You’d better check your tone!

West: Great... Logan Alexander challenges Aubrey J. Parker for the North American Title. M&M do battle against each other in our main event with Sienna Harrison as our special guest referee... It’s live, and it’s next!

We cut to a commercial break as Dick Harris hops to his feet to shake Alexander Duvall’s hand and welcome him to the announce table while Shane West hesitantly gets up to do the same.

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

West: And here comes the challenger, Logan Alexander!

Logan starts walking down the entry ramp, occasionally reaching out to some of the fans doing the same on either side of him. The coloured lights shine down in his direction, moving in somewhat circular patterns around him. Once at ringside, Logan makes his way up the steps and onto the ring apron. He climbs through the ropes and steps into the ring. The coloured lights now move in a circle on the inside of the ring. Logan moves around to each side of the ring, holding his arms out wide and calling out to the crowd as he does so.

West: Mr. Duvall, how do you feel about Logan’s chances tonight?

Mr. Duvall: Very good. I think he’s a great competitor and he has the ability to snag that title from his tag team partner tonight. It’s just a matter of waiting and seeing.

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

West: And now we get ready for the North American Champion.

Mr. Duvall: Mhm. Such a shame that a tag team with such a bright future has to be subject to the strife these two young Megastars have gone through... But what a match this should be.

The arena's spotlight focuses on the center of the ceiling, toward a pyrotechnics rig. A fireball is launched toward the stage and the camera follows the entire time before it crashes into the entranceway, prompting a multi-colored pyro display as "H.A.M." begins to play over the audio system through the arena. To a round of cheer, Aubrey J. Parker makes her way through the smoke, a smile on her face as she skips down to the ring, dressed in bright, vibrant 80's-esque attire, gripping the APW North American Title in her hand. She slaps the outstretched hands of many fans that lean over the barricade for the chance to touch one of the Megastars.

Harris: Here she comes! And if her words earlier this week are any indication, she’s not gonna hesitate to hurt Logan this week.

Mr. Duvall: Nobody wants to see these two hurt each other.

West: Not even our special referee?

Mr. Duvall: Bloody hell, of course not! What do you take Ms. Harrison for?!

Parker skips all the way to the side of the ring, hopping up onto the apron, sliding across with one hand gliding across the middle rope and one hand clutching the North American Title to her side. Her eyes remain on Sienna who winks at her from the middle of the ring. Parker then looks at Logan as she enters the ring but turns back to the crowd and raises the title above her head.

For another few moments her music plays, but then she hands the title belt off to Sienna-- with several seconds of hesitation-- and stares Logan down, giving an indistinguishable look at her challenger.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Action Packed Wrestling NORTH American Championshiiiiiiip! Introducing the challenger, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-three pounds... LOGAANNN ALEEXXAAANNNDDERRR!

The crowd cheers for Logan, who keeps his eyes locked with Aubrey’s.

Paige: And his opponent... Hailing from Pleasanton, California, weighing in at one hundred and thirty pounds, she is the current APW North American Champion... AUBREY J. PAAARRRKKEEERRRR!

Again, the crowd cheers, but like her opponent, Aubrey’s eyes remain on Logan. The two meet in the center of the ring and they have a few words, and even seem to be amused by what the other is saying, but Sienna steps between them, having taken the microphone from Nicky Paige.

Sienna: Aubrey. Logan. There’s one thing we forgot to mention...

The crowd grows hushed as they wait for the announcement.

Sienna: This match? It’s a no-disqualifications match. Aaaaaand, go!

West: What?!

Sienna backs away and signals for the bell to ring. Aubrey glares at her and Logan shoots her a scowl as well, but soon they turn their attention on each other as the crowd grows restless.

North American Championship
No Disqualifications Match
Aubrey J. Parker © vs Logan Alexander
Special Referee: Sienna Harrison

Logan and Aubrey waste no time locking up, with Logan quickly gaining the upperhand. He catches Aubrey in a side-headlock, but Aubrey brings him over with a Snapmare. She goes for a Shining Wizard to the stunned Logan, but he is able to catch her and deliver a Capture Suplex! Aubrey groans as she hits the mat but as she gets up, she only has a second to recover-- before being hit with a Hip Toss. Logan goes to lock her in an Arm Bar, but Aubrey rolls through and brings her legs up, wrapping her own legs around Logan’s arm to try to bring him down into an Armbar of her own-- but he rolls through and breaks completely, pulling free of her grasp. She hops up and springs at him, hitting him with a hard boot to the midsection. She then runs at him and goes to perform a Shining Axe Kick, but Logan rolls out of the way and both competitors hit the mat. Both of them get to their feet and the crowd applauds the standoff.

West: These two know each other so well. It could take ages for one of them to gain the upperhand.

Harris: If they’re smart, they’ll take advantage of the fact that, per referee Sienna Harrison, this match has no rules!

West: That isn’t what this is about to these two. It’s about the North American Title, it’s about wrestling, and it’s about pride.

Harris: Blah. Why can’t we spice things up?

Parker and Logan lock up again, with Logan again gaining the upperhand, forcing Parker into a side headlock. She shoves him forward and into the ropes. Logan rebounds and takes her down with a Shoulder Block. He hits the ropes again and Parker jumps up, immediately hitting a Spinning Heel Kick! As Logan gets up, Parker delivers a Russian Leg Sweep. She rolls away and measures Logan as he gets up. He groggily reaches his feet and Parker runs at him for a Leg Lariat, but Logan catches her in mid-air and counters it into a delayed Pendulum Backbreaker. Parker cries out in pain and Logan covers her. Sienna surprisingly slides in to make a clean count.

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Mr. Duvall: Great form by our referee, Ms. Sienna Harrison! Bravo!

Harris: Yeah!

West: ...I’m honestly a little surprised that Sienna was on top of that cover.

Mr. Duvall: Well, why in heavens would you be?!

Harris: Yeah! Wanker!

Logan hoists Aubrey up by the arm and sends her into the ropes with an Irish Whip, but she holds onto them instead of returning on the rebound. Logan runs at the ropes and Aubrey gets both feet up, catching him under the jaw. Logan stumbles back and Parker hits the ropes adjacent to him, rebounding off and twisting around to hit a Springboard Tornado DDT! Logan hits the mat and groans as he climbs up, clutching his head. Parker charges him but dives over him to hit a Sunset Flip and bring him down for the pin.

West: This could do it!

Mr. Duvall: Again, Sienna’s in perfect position...

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Kickout!

Harris: The kid almost got it!

Parker gets up at the same time as Logan and surprises him with a forearm to the temple. Logan stumbles back, but manages to capture Parker with a Drop Toehold anyway. He doesn’t get all of it, but Parker falls to her knees and Logan is able to roll to his feet and hit the ropes, going to hit Parker with a low Running Dropkick, but she moves out of the way! Both get to their feet and Parker hits Logan with another shot to the temple then goes for an STO, but Logan blocks it with an elbow to her cheekbone and then nails an STO of his own! Logan gets up and remains closely, but behind Parker as she climbs to her feet. Eventually she climbs up and Logan goes for the Stryke Force-- but Parker shoves him off. Logan takes a step forward and Parker goes for a Super Kick, but Logan blocks it and yanks her toward him by her leg, twisting her ankle into an Ankle Lock! The crowd roars but AJP hollers in pain.

West: The Ankle Lock is locked in! How’s Parker gonna get out of this?!

Harris: He caught her and she’s paying for it!

Mr. Duvall: Hmm... Could very well be over right here.

Harris: And as usual, Sienna’s right there to make the call!

Sienna is on her hands and knees in front of Parker, but seems to be taunting her. Logan sees this as well as the now-booing Salem crowd. He yells ”Do your damn job!” to Sienna who glares up at him. Aubrey meanwhile pushes past Sienna and makes a beeline for the ropes, grabbing onto the bottom after about fifteen seconds in the Ankle Lock.

West: That wasn’t fair-- Sienna was taunting Aubrey J. Parker while she was trapped in the Ankle Lock!

Mr. Duvall: Mr. West, do you always make these wild accusations on my program?

West: I’m calling what I saw.

Logan shoots Sienna a glare and waits for Parker to get up. He looks at her and sighs, asking if she was okay to continue, but she charges him and nails a Dropkick! Logan looks shocked but is back up to his feet in seconds. Parker is already halfway through the rotation of a spinning heel kick though, and hits it right to the gut of her mentor. Logan doubles over and Parker goes for a Corkscrew Neckbreaker, but Logan reverses it! He twists Parker’s arm and then lifts her up onto his shoulders. He turns a bit before dropping her to the mat with a Death Valley Driver and makes the count. Sienna is a bit more hesitant this time.

Harris: Nailed it!

West: Sienna’s taking her sweet time.

Mr. Duvall: I didn’t accuse her of being perfect, Mr. West.

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West: And Parker barely avoids losing the championship!

Logan starts to lift Parker up by the arm but she reverses it into a Small Package! Sienna drops down and makes a fast count.

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West: What the HELL was that?!

Mr. Duvall: What was what?

The crowd boos and both members of M&M glare at Sienna after the quick count. Sienna holds her hands up defensively and shrugs. Logan gets to his feet and starts to approach her, but gives her a dismissive wave and turns back to Aubrey, but Parker hits him with a Shining Wizard into a Hurricanrana and hooks both of his legs for another pin!

Harris: The Frankenwizard!

Sienna dives down and makes another fast count.

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West: Do you see?!

Mr. Duvall: See what?!

The crowd has entered a frenzy but neither of the members of M&M gives each other the chance to confront Sienna about it. Aubrey hits Logan with kicks to the torso as he gets up to his feet and backs him all the way to the ropes. She goes to Irish Whip him, but Logan reverses it. As Parker rebounds Logan goes for a Back Body Drop, but Parker maintains a hold of his neck and hits an inverted somersault Neckbreaker! Both of them groan in pain but climb to their feet at the same time. Parker charges Logan and hits the Corkscrew Neckbreaker she’d missed earlier! Logan folds up from the move and Parker takes a moment to catch her breath. She gives Sienna a very long, distant look before crawling over to Logan and covering him, hooking the far leg.

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West: A more acceptable count from Sienna Harrison, but a kickout by Logan.

Harris: What are you talking about, Shane-O? They’ve all been acceptable.

Mr. Duvall: That’s right.

Parker sighs and then decides to roll out to the apron. Many members of the crowd rise to their feet in anticipation of the North American Champion’s next move. As Logan groggily gets up, Parker hoists herself up onto the top rope and goes for a Springboard Leg Lariat-- but Logan captures her by the leg and hits a Flapjack that sends Parker jaw-first into the canvas. He immediately follows up with an Ankle Lock in the middle of the rome. Within a few seconds Parker comes within inches of the ropes but Logan grapevines the leg and Parker screams out in pain, stopped in her tracks.

Harris: AJP might have to tap!

West: She’s outweighed by about ninety pounds. She can’t pull two hundred and twenty-plus pounds of Logan Alexander a foot across that ring with a bummed leg.

Sienna smirks and sits cross-legged next to Aubrey, simply gazing down at her. Aubrey looks up and groans in frustration. She inches her way across the ring and, again, grabs the ropes. Logan breaks the hold immediately and when Aubrey hobbles back to her feet, Logan takes her down by her leg again and locks her in her own hold, the Japanese Leg Bar-- the Sugar & Spice! The crowd erupts into a mixed reaction and Parker howls in pain, fighting to get out of the hold she made famous.

West: Well, this is interesting!

Harris: Logan stole Parker’s own submission hold, the Sugar & Spice!

Parker spends another few moments in agony, but once more is able to get to the ropes. Logan relents again and gets up to his feet. Parker is nearly in tears on the mat but she gets up to her hands and knees and then slowly up to her feet. Logan stalks her from behind and goes for a Back Suplex, but Parker rolls over his shoulder and lands on her feet behind him-- then immediately regrets it. She drops down to one knee, favoring her leg in pain. Logan spins around and pulls her into a standing headscissors before nailing the Double Underhook Facebuster! Parker thuds off the mat and bounces onto her back and Logan hooks both legs for the pin... And again, Sienna makes a fast count.

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Mr. Duvall: Logan had better be careful... Sienna is not a professional referee. He shouldn’t bully her just because she’s not doing the best job every time.

Harris: Yeah!

Logan turns away from Sienna and lifts Parker up. He Irish Whips her into the corner and then follows up for a Clothesline, but Parker is able to slide out of the ring over the middle rope and out to the apron! Logan hits the turnbuckles sternum-first and staggers away. Parker springs up to the top turnbuckle in one leap, earning a pop from the crowd. She hesitates a bit due to the pain in her leg but leaps off and hits a Missile Dropkick! Aubrey cries out and clutches her leg, rolling around in pain. She observes Logan who is motionless and face-down on the other side of the ring and slowly but surely gets over to him. She pushes him over, trying to go for a pin but he rolls away, and drops down outside of the ring. Parker lies down and the crowd goes as far as to boo Logan’s approach. Sienna watches the two curiously and Logan spends a few seconds catching his breath. He finally gets back inside as Aubrey as climbing to her feet in the middle of the ring. The two stare at each other for a few moments and Aubrey makes the decision to charge Logan, going for the Makeunder-- but Logan shoves her off. Parker lands on her feet and again, falls down to one knee due to the pain. Logan runs at her and hits a Dropkick.

Harris: Logan Alexander just kicked his gorgeous partner in the face! What a jealous jerk!

West: Logan blocked the Makeunder there, and things aren’t looking good for Aubrey’s championship reign. She can barely stand up, and without her speed, what does she have over Logan Alexander?

Mr. Duvall: Not much. This Logan Alexander is a smart wrestler.

West: Too bad Sienna Harrison has had a vendetta against him for the better part of a month.

Harris: Oh, stop it, Shane! You can’t prove anything.

Logan waits for Aubrey to get up and then sets her up for a Suplex-- which Parker reverses! She lands behind Logan and hits him with a Double-Knee Backbreaker! She grunts in pain and takes a second to favor her own hurt leg before forcing him onto his stomach and locking in the Camel Clutch! Parker leans back adding as much pressure to the hold as possible and Logan looks worse for wear rather quickly. He seems to consider trying to counter it, but uses his strength to crawl to the ropes after a few seconds-- but Parker holds on!

West: Sienna can’t make a count for Aubrey to break the hold! There are no disqualifications!

Harris: Ahaaaah! This is how it happens!

After what seems like an eternity, Parker breaks the hold to a thunderous mixed reaction from the crowd. As she scoots back to the middle of the ring she looks at Logan with wide eyes. Sienna is laughing in the ring, applauding Parker. Logan is coughing, groaning as he uses the ropes to get up. AJP slowly gets up, but Logan turn around out of nowhere and dives for Parker, getting her in the Ankle Lock again! Parker screams out in pain, but is only in the hold for about five seconds before she rolls over her shoulder and flings Logan into the ropes! He rebounds off and walks right into that Ace Crusher known as Stryke Force-- but from Parker!

Harris: And now Logan falls victim to his own signature move! Stryke Force from Parker, out of nowhere! She learned it from the best!

Mr. Duvall: Sienna’s in good position to make that count if Parker can get the cover...!

West: She’s got it!

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West: Logan came milliseconds from losing to his own move!

AJP sighs, failing to gain the win. She eyes the turnbuckles and limps over to them, crawling to the top. She positions herself on the top turnbuckle for a Moonsault to the delight of the Salem crowd, but Logan gets up within seconds and runs to the turnbuckles, driving a forearm into her back. Parker groans and Logan climbs up to the middle turnbuckle, positioning Parker for a Back Superplex, but she reverses it with an elbow right to the mouth! Logan stiffens and Parker tries to elbow him off with a shot to the sternum, but Logan clubs her across the spine again and climbs up to the top. He tries to take Parker off with a Super Sidewalk Slam, but Parker fights off with elbows again. Finally, Logan tries to bring her off with the slam, but Parker seems to be trying to hit him with a Back Suplex as well-- both Megastars sail from the top rope to the mat and fold up like accordians! The crowd applauds them and Sienna laughs, sinking down in the corner.

West: I’m glad our referee finds this so amusing.

Mr. Duvall: She’s overjoyed by the action packed wrestling we’re seeing here tonight on Meltdown!

Harris: I see what you did there!

Both Megastars are down, but several crowd members rise to their feet, growing loud, and look toward the ramp.

West: What the--?

Harris: It’s Amy Zing!

Amy Zing slides into the ring as Parker, who is the first to stir, starts to climb to her feet. Sienna merely watches as Zing stalks Parker who is climbing to her feet-- and nails the Reverse 540 Kick, known as the Fenghuang Kick!

Harris: No disqualifications!

Parker drops to the mat, likely unconscious. The crowd boos loudly for the typical fan-favorite. Zing slides out of the ring and watches from a few feet away and seconds later, Logan begins to come to. Logan rubs his neck and then observes the laid-out Parker. Unaware of what transpired, he rolls on top of her and hooks the near leg for the pin.

Harris: Look at Logan, stealing one!

West: I think Logan was out cold when that happened!

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The crowd roars as Parker kicks out and Sienna looks shocked. Amy Zing glares from the outside and Logan rolls off of Parker, climbing first to his knees, then to his feet-- but looks taken aback as Amy Zing slides into the ring and begins to unload on Parker with sharp kicks and stomps to the ribs and back. The crowd boos again and Logan looks at a loss for a moment-- but he strides forward, spins Zing around, and plants her with the Stryke Force, earning a pop! Zing rolls out of the ring and to the outside.

West: Stryke Force to Amy Zing!

Harris: Well, that’s one way to deal with it.

Mr. Duvall: Roughian.

Logan asks Parker if she can go on, and Parker pushes herself up, glaring at Logan. She slowly gets up to her feet and steps toward him, causing the crowd to grow louder. Sienna’s eyes are wide with excitement.

Harris: And here it comes! The destruction of M&M!

Parker hits Logan with an elbow right to the jaw! Logan reels back and Parker unloads with chops across the chest. The crowd hollers along with each chop and Parker goes to Irish Whip Logan across the ring, but Logan reverses it. Parker holds onto the ropes again, but Logan is ready and hits Parker with a Clothesline that takes her to the outside! Parker goes over the top rope, but lands on her knees on the apron. Logan notices and goes to Suplex her right back into the ring, but Parker grabs a hold of his arm and leaps up, wrapping both legs around Logan’s neck! She takes him to the outside with a headscissors takedown and Logan hits the mat at ringside, roughly! He groans and gets back up. Parker leaps up to the middle rope in spite of the pain in her leg and delivers an Asai Moonsault-- but Logan steps out of the way! Parker lands on the floor and screams out in pain. She pounds a fist on the ground in agony and Logan looks down at her with sympathetic eyes. He seems hesitant to touch her, but scoops her up and rolls her back into the ring.

West: Aubrey J. Parker could be really hurt. Her ribs, and that left leg have to be devastated after that crash and burn.

Mr. Duvall: Ruthless tenacity by this Mr. Alexander, hm?

Without theatrics or announcement, Logan tries to lock Aubrey in a Texas Cloverleaf, but she fights by grabbing onto his leg, not allowing herself to be turned over. After a few seconds of struggle, Logan drops Parker’s legs and abandons the hold. He runs at her, but she springs up onto her one good leg and goes for her signature Leaping, Snap Reverse STO again!

Harris: The Makeunder!

But again, Logan drives her down, this time with a Neckbreaker. Parker stiffens and hits the mat. Logan hooks her far leg.

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West: How many close calls are we gonna have? Something has got to give!

Mr. Duvall: What... No compliments on the superb positioning and count by Sienna Harrison? Psh!

Harris: Yeah... Psh!

Logan lifts Parker’s legs up and steps through, going for the half-turned Sharpshooter he refers to as the Perfect Chaos Theory... And locks it in! Parker reaches desperately for the ropes, but she’s all the way in the center of the ring. She crawls a few inches, but is stopped. She raises her hand and has no choice, but to...

...Continue trying to crawl. She screeches in pain, and her motions slow with each second in the hold.

Mr. Duvall: Sienna should call this match right now. I don’t want to see Logan Alexander injure all my top stars!

West: Parker has been caught in hold after hold but she won’t tap out! She’s risking serious injury here tonight!

The crowd grows loud again, and not because Parker is now mere inches from the ropes... But because Evan Envi and Delikado are now making their way down the ramp, smirking and applauding the action. Logan looks up from the champion and narrows his eyes as Envikado approaches ringside. In the distraction, Aubrey has reached the ropes. Though it’s not required, Logan releases the hold. He turns his attention back to Aubrey and drags her back to the middle of the ring by her bad leg, but she grapevines his arm and forces him face-first to the mat before transitioning herself in a position where she can lock in a Fujiwara Armbar! She breaks the hold after seconds though and both Megastars get to their feet. Logan runs roward Parker, but out of nowhere, and still on one leg, she hops up and hits the Makeunder! Both Megastars lie motionless on the mat, and Sienna Harrison casts a curious glance at her brother Evan Envi as he circles the ring, his eyes on Logan and Aubrey.

West: Parker with the Makeunder after three attempts, but she’s too hurt to capitalize! And what are Envi and Delikado doing out here? Evan already made his point. He beat Williams tonight.

Mr. Duvall: Perhaps, just like myself, they want to see the very best that Meltdown has to offer up close.

Delikado then throws up the ring apron and retrieves a black, steel folding chair. He grins and hops up onto the apron with it, while Evan hops up onto the apron on the other side. Evan enters the ring first, followed by Delikado. Delikado slams the chair against the mat a few times and looks like a batter getting ready to swing-- but the crowd roars as “Get Up” by Korn and Skrillex briefly hits the PA system. Delikado and Evan freeze and Delikado drops the chair as Donald Deruty and Roy Speede charge out from the back, rushing into the ring!

West: It’s Envikado’s next opponents in the Tag Team Tournament, Speede, and the man that won the huge eight-man tag match earlier tonight, Deruty! They may have just saved this main event!

Harris: Somebody stop them!

Envikado exit the ring as Speede and Deruty enter, and immediately make an exit through the crowd. Speede and Deruty follow them, chasing them up the stairs and through the masses.

Mr. Duvall: How exciting! You guys must love your jobs.

Logan and Aubrey begin stirring in the ring. Logan is getting up using the ropes, and Parker is on her knees in the middle but her eyes remain focused on the steel chair Delikado dropped.

West: Both of them are up!

Logan turns toward Parker, but the crowd lets out a collective gasp as Parker turns and swings the chair, going to crack Logan right across the skull-- but Logan ducks it and hits a European Uppercut! Parker drops the chair and staggers, and Logan delivers Stryke Force, cropping Parker jaw-first across the chair!

West: Oh my God!

Harris: Logan just tried to break his partner’s neck! And her beautiful face!

While the booming, thunderous vocal eruption continues, Logan looks up at Sienna, who looks back at him in a mix of shock and amusement. He hooks Parker’s far leg.

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The bell rings and Logan slowly stands.

Paige: Here is your winner... And NEW APW North American Champion-- LOOOGAANNNN ALEXANDERRRR!

Sienna raises Logans hand into the air and jumps up and down, cheering with glee to congratulate him. Logan doesn’t pay her much attention, though and pulls his arm away, taking the championship from Nicky Paige, and continues to stare down at AJP.

West: What does this mean?! What does this mean for M&M?! They still have to face War Ensemble in the semi-finals of the Tag Team Tournament!

Harris: Does this mean that they’re over?

West: She tried to clock him with a chair! I think-- I-- I don’t know.

Mr. Duvall: Hahaha... Is this good TV or what, gentlemen? Hm?!

Mr. Duvall leaves the table to join Sienna in the ring in applauding the new North American Champion. Logan doesn’t look at either of them, but continues to stare down at his unconscious tag team partner and former champion as we fade to black.