Overdrive - Newark, N.J - (11/22/12)

[Johnny Rebel]

Pyro blasts through the stage as the camera pans across the arena, highlighting the various signs which include, "Jason Kash is the Sexy Turkey" and "All I want for Christmas is Chaos!" The ring is set up for Biggs' First Contact, with a giant rug that looks like outer space covering the canvas, two blue lounge chairs, and a small stool between the two chairs with a pair of mics on it.



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

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time, the #1 Contender for the APW Undisputed Championship, Biggs!

Chase: I'm thankful that we get to start Overdrive off with an episode of Biggs' First Contact! I love it when he does it in the ring!

Harvey: You and I are on opposite sides of the fence in regards to Biggs. Still, his guest tonight, I'm being told, will be the APW Undisputed Champion, Terry Marvin!

Biggs mocks the fans as he heads towards the ring with a slow, methodical pace, and once he reaches it, he slingshots himself over the top rope, and raises his hands up, index fingers pointed upwards, prompting white fireworks to shoot from the turnbuckles. Biggs soaks in the boos from the crowd, although there are quite a few cheers as well, before grabbing one of the mics and beginning to speak.

Biggs: Ladies and gentlemen, First Contact has been made here tonight in Newark, New Jersey!

Some fans fall for the cheap pop.

Biggs: Tonight, my guest is the man whom I will be facing in one month's time at Christmas Chaos for the APW Undisputed Champion, none other than Terry Marvin!

Another pop from the fans. A loud “TERRY! TERRY!” chant gets going, and Biggs waits for it to die down a bit, visibly annoyed while doing so, before continuing.

Biggs: But before I get to Terry, I wanted to take a few moments to address my match later tonight, and more than likely two matches later tonight. Because our general manager has decided to put all of us at odds in four-on-four Elimination Tag Matches, where the survivors go on to a Battle Royale for an unspecified title shot somewhere down the line. Tonight, I find myself teamed up with the likes of Nick Watson, Mark Mania, and C.J. Gates to take on the team of Terry Marvin, Michael Callahan, Kurt Noble, and Level-One. Now just by looking at my team for tonight, I think it's pretty obvious that I'm the black sheep of the group, the one who won't necessarily fit in. After all, I'm teaming with a bunch of goody two-shoes! I know that C.J. and I have been getting along a bit better as of late, but I'll be honest, I'm not sure where we really stand. Are we friends, are we enemies, and I'm going to really hate myself for asking this next question, but are we frenemies? I don't know. But one thing I do know, is that while on paper it would have made more sense to put me with the team of rapscallions, I also know that Level-One and I would not be able to coexist on the same team.

After all, he's been whining and complaining and moaning about how I “stole” his title shot for Christmas Chaos, but the fact of the matter is that I outperformed him inside the Elimination Chamber. Like I always say, in this business, it's not about what you have done, it's about what you have done lately! And lately, Level-One, I've had your number. I pinned you inside the Elimination Chamber. Two weeks ago, C.J. Gates and myself defeated you and John Dionysus in tag team competition. And just last week, Level-One, you came up short in the Triple Threat match when I pinned Evan Envi. The fact is, Lester, lately, I've done more than you, and as such, I get the title shot. It's as simple as that.

Chase: He brings up some good points.

Biggs: But enough on that, let's keep this show rolling. It's time to introduce my guest. You all love him, even though you shouldn't, he is the man I will defeat to become the next APW Undisputed Champion, Terry Marvin!

The lights Dim down as The vocal introduction to the music is played. Blue and silver lights illuminate the entrance way and pyro goes off as soon as the music for “Hate Me Now” kicks in. "The Real Show" Terry Marvin makes his way down the ramp slapping fives with the fans all the way down the ramp. Terry has the APW Undisputed Championship Belt around his waist as he rolls into the ring and poses on the turnbuckle, holding his arms out like the people should worship him. As he gets down, he grabs the second mic.

Biggs: Welcome to Biggs' First Contact, Terry. I would like to say that I'm glad to have you on the show, but I'm sure that you understand why that's not the case.

Terry: Completely. We'll be facing off for my APW Undisputed Championship in just one month at Christmas Chaos!

Terry pats the belt around his waist as the fans cheer loudly for him. Biggs looks annoyed, but continues to try to be a gracious host.

Biggs: Speaking of Christmas Chaos, Terry, some of my more vocal critics, such as Level-One, are saying that you picked me to be your opponent because you thought I'd be an easy win. Now I don't recall you ever saying that it was your choice, so I just wanted to get it straight from the horse's mouth, were you given the option of picking your opponent for Christmas Chaos?

Terry: Of course I got to hand pick my opponent. I am after all the main reason this company sells out on a regular basis. When I talk about something so important such as who is the most worthy man to attempt to take that next step towards greatness, those in charge snap to attention and listen! Besides, it was only an obvious choice. If I wouldn't have picked the man who finished second to me in the Elimination Chamber, I would have been a coward. I am no coward as I've proven over the past year. Biggs, you earned the opportunity and I recognized that. You put your body and soul on the line in that match and you never once backed down. You showed me and everyone else exactly what you're made of! You are clearly the Number One contender, head and shoulders above the competition!

Terry smiles as the crowd cheers loudly. Biggs looks at him unsure, and Terry smirks before finishing his statement.

Terry: Besides, this'll be my chance to prove once and for all that I AM the better man of the two of us! When I finally lay you out one on one, even you will be forced to bow down to God's Gift To Wrestling!!!

The crowd likes the bit about Terry being God's Gift to Wrestling, and cheer with approval. Biggs shakes his head a bit, and smirks at Terry.

Biggs: First off, Terry, I'm God's Gift to Wrestling. Secondly, I don't buy this supposed change of heart you've had over the past few months. I know a lot of it started with Amy Noble, and that put you in the good graces of the fans, while vilifying Kurt Noble. But I saw from the get go that it was all an act! You didn't care about Amy Noble, you never did! Just like you don't care about these fans! Now I'm not saying that I do either, but at least I don't go around playing like I'm some sort of hero riding in on a white horse!

Terry: You don't have to believe me, or trust me for that matter. I've already proven myself over and over again! These fans know I'm telling the truth. Hell, even your good buddy CJ has come around. And I'd think that you'd be a little more grateful, you know after I've saved your ass time and time again.

Biggs: C.J. is not my buddy, Terry! We're frenemies at best! And I didn't ask for your help these past few weeks! I didn't need your help! I know that you're up to something, Terry, and while all these people may be buying into your hero act, I certainly don't! You're a wolf in sheep's clothing!

Terry: Wolf in Sheep's clothing? You'd know a little bit about that wouldn't you Biggs? How many times have you lured your prey in only to snap their necks at the last second. If you don't believe me, that's your prerogative. I'll just let nature play it's course from now on! You'll soon find out that this tame wolf is tons better than the other wild animals looking to rip your head off..LOOK OUT!

Right as Terry tries to warn Biggs, Level-One has slid into the ring with a steel chair in hand! Biggs is able to get out of the way of Level-One's wild swing, and Terry is quick tackle Level-One to the mat, forcing him to drop the chair! Biggs picks it up as Terry and Level-One trade punches on the mat, but Level-One manages to squirm free and rolls out of the ring as Biggs takes a swing of his own! Level-One glares at Terry Marvin and Biggs as he backs his way up the ramp, jawing off at the both of them!

Harvey: Once again, Level-One tried to jump Biggs with the intent of forcing him out of the title match at Christmas Chaos! And once again, Terry Marvin saved Biggs' goose from being cooked!

Chase: Biggs may not trust Terry Marvin one bit, but Terry is certainly giving him every reason to!

As Level-One disappears to the back, Terry and Biggs eye each other suspiciously, Terry keeping a close eye on the chair in Biggs' hands. The APW Undisputed Champion slowly backs his way towards the ropes, keeping an eye on Biggs as he exits the ring.

Harvey: The tension between these two is palpable!

Chase: Well what do you expect! They're facing off in a pay per view headlining title match in just over a month! Of course there's going to be tension between them!

The camera switches to the backstage area, where Michael Callahan can be seen stretching his calves, preparing for his match later on. Suddenly, a knock is heard on the door, and in steps none other than Kurt Noble.

Michael Callahan: Who the Hell let you in here?! I thought I’d had a security guard posted outside.

Callahan reaches for his radio and starts shouting security only for Noble to cut him off.

Kurt Noble: Easy there Mikey. I’m not here to get even after Meltdown; just came to talk. You alright with that, or do you need a political advisor to hold your hand?

Michael Callahan: I saw the “talk” you had with Chris Hart the other week and I’ve come to the conclusion that peaceful diplomatic relations isn’t your strong suit, or even your preferred method of dispute resolution so excuse me for being a little bit sceptical of your offer to do the same. How can I help?

Noble grins as he sits across from Callahan.

Noble: Contrary to popular belief Michael, I’m not a monster; I just don’t leave my debts unresolved. I don’t know if you’ve seen him, but Chris Hart’s been snooping around your show quite a bit lately. I know I’m not well liked in APW; I can live with that. But, it doesn’t put me at ease to see Chris raising an army against me. He’s already got Chris Strike on his side...and I daresay who else he can snatch from Asylum that hates me. Let’s just say...I’m looking to even the score.

Callahan grins a toothy grin, immediately trying to shush him with a dismissive wave of his hands. Already these two psychopaths are on the same page.

Michael Callahan: Say no more Kurt. I understand you completely. I know you have every reason to try and double-cross me for that rather... uhh... difficult end to our match last week but let me tell you this. The day that I... the day... THE DAY that I align myself with that androgynous, jumped up, puffed up, self-absorbed son of a bitch is the day I chop off my own manhood and feed it to Terry Marvin. Take my word for what you will, very little if you’re like anyone on this roster, but you can count on me to back you up.

Noble: I’m a fair man, Michael; I don’t intend on asking for something and not giving something in return. When both Chris Hart and Strike are broken from standing against me, whatever accomplishments they have...they’re yours. You keep Chris Hart away from Asylum...and you and I are going to have a very healthy business relationship.

Callahan’s expression turns dark, the amusement gone and his smile faded. Kurt picks up on this and shuffles in his seat slightly, not sure how or what offence Callahan has taken to his comment but knowing immediately he may have pushed a button.

Michael Callahan: Well I’ve seen how “highly” you value your friendships. It’s equivocal to the amount of value I prescribe to their collective accomplishments that you’re offering me. With that in mind, you could understand me being a little bit sceptical about your offer of even the healthiest of business relationships with you. So do us both a favour and just keep them all for yourself. Sticking it to Chris Hart is a favour to myself as much as it is to you.
Just take care of the Overdrive frontline and I’ll hold down fort at Asylum.

Kurt Noble: That’s alright by me, but know that one day your pride, stubbornness and inability to trust people is going to be the breaking of you. Or... wait, isn’t that the cause of your slump that you’re only now just recovering from?

Kurt takes his leave, satisfied at having the last word as Callahan glares daggers into the back of his head. He decides for the sake of peacekeeping to keep his lips sealed but he can’t help but feel just that little bit slighted.

Harvey: I'm not sure what to think of the new Kurt Noble. It seems that he has truly gone off the deep end!

-STATIC-

The scene turns black and white as we suddenly see a flash to Overdrive in Newark.

Harvey: That’s the arena from last week’s Overdrive!

Chase: No duh Dean, it looks like the Xtreme title match. Why is it in black in white? Can’t we afford color broadcasting?

Shadow slides back inside the ring with a thick length of rope. Without warning he wraps one half of the rope around the neck of Nick Watson, and ties it tightly, beginning to cut off the air supply to Watson's brain. He wraps the other end around his hand, and leads Watson around the ring. Shadow whips Watson in to the ropes, but A.C. Smith is still waiting outside the ring, and pulls down the top rope, as Watson falls over the top, essentially hanging himself in the ring.

Watson's feet are dangling as Shadow holds on to the rope. Smith makes sure Watson can't get his footing by holding Nick's feet down from the apron. The two are working together to destroy Nick until "Pilgrimage" by Nine Inch Nails blares over the loudspeakers as Evan Envi and Delikado make an appearance through the entrance curtain immediately drawing the attention of Shadow.

Shadow drops the rope with a huge sadistic smile on his face, allowing Watson to fall on the concrete floor. Shadow leaves the ring and gives chase to Envikado. But two disappear to the locker room as Shadow chases them through the curtain.

-STATIC-

Harvey: That was the last we saw of Shadow last week.

Chase: We know all this.

Harvey: Wait!

-MORE STATIC-

The scene returns, still in the monochromatic color scale; however, this time it is the backstage area. Shadow is looking to either side as he passes doorways.

Shadow: Where are you hiding children? Come out and PLAY!

As he comes to a single closed door at the end of a hallway, Shadow takes one step back and then plants his foot square in the center. Feminine screams ring out as the door flies open.

Shadow: Oh crap sorry!

Inside are Hannah Storm and Nicky Paige. Paige is covering herself with a towel while Storm ducks behind a room divider. On the bench in front of Nicky is the dress she wore when she sang the National Anthem and announced the entrants to the Xtreme title match. She was getting ready for her next in ring appearance.

Shadow: Holy buckets! Sorry about that I was looking for...

Paige: GET OUT!

Shadow ducks down the hallway but then sticks his head back and gives her the up and down. Paige hurls a shoe at him but Shadow ducks out again and keeps looking for his prey. He turns another corridor and comes to a sound equipment area. Then Shadow stops. Without a word of moving a muscle, Shadow surveys the room, shifting his eyes over every perfect ambush point in the open area. Finally after a few seconds Shadow takes a step out of the bottleneck.

Shadow: Come out, come out wherever you are.

His singsong voice is a little creepy with the black and white world. Shadow passes several large crates. Each step is cautious and he is always on guard.

: LIKE A BAW-

Suddenly Shadow swings his big oversized left fist across himself and delivers a hard punch to Delikado. The crazy Cuban stumbles back into the crates he was hiding behind but doesn’t fall down.

Shadow: There you are. Did think you could get the drop on me could y--!

CRACK!

Evan Envi dives on screen with Kendo stick nailing Shadow across the back. The big man reels in pain, still feeling it from his match moments before. Delikado charges and tackles a staggered Shadow to the concrete floor delivering several hard rights and lefts most landing on Shadow’s temples further disorienting him.

Evan Envi: WOOOOOOO! Hahahaha that's... How... It's... Done. AM I RIGHT?!

Boss Delikado: You listen to this man, Shady. A REAL Champion for a REAL APW! And now let’s hope your power bottom Slade ain’t watching, because him seeing what we’re about to do to you might send him right back into that coma! Course, that ain’t necessarily a freakin’ tragedy compared to what we’re about to do to your ugly ass…biiiitccccch….

Envi brings the Kendo stick down again, this time on Shadow’s legs as he struggles to toss Delikado off him.

HEY!!!!

A voice causes Envikado’s attention to break away as the look up and see APW security guards led by Johnny Diamond himself rushing into the area.

Boss Delikado: This Diamond’s in more rough than sheens. It’s like he senses fun and looks to snuff it out in a heartbeat! Like a librarian or something. I’m telling you, we’re gonna have to deal with this guy, Evan.

Delikado looks down at Shadow and kneels, flicking him on the nose in a pestering manner.

Boss Delikado: As for you…your new name is Protection, and the APW is about to not have you. In any form. Ever. With that FACT! in motion, Envikado is going to be free to create so many awesome wrestling babies for APW’s future, it’ll blow your mind!

He glances to Evan, who gives him a questioning look.

Evan: ...Errr..

Boss Delikado: Don’t worry. Dudes can’t have babies. It’s just me making a simile…or is it metaphor? Utensil? You know what, Delikado’s drunk and he’s going to go take some pills to fix him right up.

Evan: I don't think... You know, you really shouldn't mix--

Both men take a step back and the security guards hurry to Shadow’s side. He is lying on the ground clutching his head with one hand and left knee with the other, he does not get up.

Evan: Let's get it! We out, we OOUUUT!

Envikado backs away as the throng of guards form a wall between the sadistic yet methodical tag team and the downed Shadow. As the monochromatic sceen suddenly halts we get more...

-STATIC-

The scene cuts away no to Shadow standing backstage wearing his ring gear, this time in full color. It is live. The fans erupt as Shadow cracks his neck and Cindy Shannon stands beside him.

Cindy Shannon: Shadow, so that was what happened to you last week on Overdrive. We were all abuzz as to why you never even reappeared that evening.

Shadow: Yes Cindy, I don’t like to admit it, but I got my ass kicked.

Shannon: You did call them out.

Shadow: And I got what I wanted, but they should have finished the job. You never wound and walk away from someone who is hunting you.

Shannon: You’re actually chiding them for not putting you out of action?

Shadow: You’re damn right I am!

His voice is full of Anger and Energy.

Shadow: Because tonight, we get to take it to the next level. Tonight they get a taste of what’s to come. Evan Envi and his Latino lover are stepping into the ring with me. It doesn’t matter if this is an eight man elimination tag match or a two on one handicap match, they are FINALLY booked against me.

Shannon: What is your big issue with Evan Envi? Certainly it cannot be because of Shockwave.

Shadow: Why does everyone assume it has to do with Shockwave? Sure Envi won that match, but that belt was meaningless to me. Give it to someone who wants to end their career in hardcore matches. I’m a brawler and a PROFESSIONAL WRESTLER, Hannah. I wrestle for a living. If I want to do extreme and crazy things week in week out I’d be on Asylum. Instead I am here on Overdrive to showcase my talent for the fans.

Shannon: So you think Asylum and the Xtreme title are beneath you?

Shadow: I never said that so please don’t put words in my mouth. Those matches I will do if I HAVE to, but they leave a bitter taste in my mouth because it doesn’t show one’s true abilities. Any yahoo can swing a chair across my head six times.

Shannon: You’re referring to Aubrey J Parker?

Shadow: Yeah that little shemale seems to think I have a crush on her. Excuse me while I HURL. That tranny will never have the beauty of a real woman like Dita Morgan.

Shannon: You know her name is coming up a lot lately.

Shadow: Don’t think anything of it Hannah. As for Parker, she is just another disease ridden ring rat who used her rack to get promoted. I tried being polite with her. I even told her I had a measure of respect for her. That changed real quick.

Shannon: She’s also in your match tonight.

Shadow: Yes and I hate to say it but I think tonight I may do something I regret, like kick that bitch face it. Wait I won’t regret that. I think I’ll actually enjoy it.

Shannon: What about Envikado?

Shadow: Hey forget them Cindy, if they were better men, they wouldn’t be in this situation about to unfold. If they’d never laced up their boots, which neither should have done in the first freaking place, they might live through this.

Cindy Shannon seems a little taken aback.

Shadow: This is war, Shannon. And I’m ready.

He pushes past her and begins to walk off screen, heading in what can only be assumed as the direction of the ring.

Harvey: Our match is coming up, right after this!

[Johnny Rebel]

We cut backstage to the interior of Envikado's locker room. Seated in chairs before Evan are Delikado, Yarmouth, and Aubrey J. Parker. In the far corner of the room is John Dionysus, but Evan seems to be ignoring him thus far.

Evan: ...And THAT is how we win. So follow my lead and we will not, not fall to Goeren under any circumstances! WE. ARE. A TEAM. So how about we act like one?

AJP: Because our apparent leader sucks.

Yarmouth laughs and in the background even Dionysus has a bashful chuckle. Evan turns red and speaks quieter.

Evan: I don't suck.

AJP: Ha. I guess we're just going to have to wait and see. Aren't we?

Evan: ...I won't be leading the team alone. Together, Deli and I are gonna show you guys how to be winners!

AJP: Excusemoi... I KNOW how to win. You two are the ones who need some help!

Delikado shakes his head angrily.

Delikado: You expect to beat zombie pigs without Envikado? FINE! BE LOST SHEEP WITHOUT OUR GUIDANCE! GET BITTEN, BITCHES! If you can do SOOOOO well without us, maybe you should go to the ring and wrestle by yourse--

AJP: Okay.

Yarmouth: Bye.

The crowd cheers and laughs as Aubrey and Yarmouth stand up and promptly leave. Delikado follows them angrily.

Delikado: Wait... WAIT FOR DELIKADO! This team meeting is NOT adjourned! Hey! HEY!

Delikado chases after them down the corridor. Evan sighs and turns to John Dionysus.

Evan: Now if you'll excuse me, I have a match to win.

John Dionysus: Evan. Let me get a word with you.

Evan stops at the doorway and turns to cast a doubtful look upon Dionysus.

Dionysus: When you're done out there, I'd like to hear your thoughts on the challenge I offered you last week.

Evan laughs at the comment and leave against the frame, beaming up at him.

Evan: Yeah! That was a good one. I mean, would've been a good match... If I wasn't on my way to the Undisputed Championship, right? Am I right? Hahahahaha, holy cow. You joker. Dream big, dreamer.

Evan pats John's shoulder and starts to turn but pauses as he catches his stern, frustrated gaze.

Evan: ...You're serious, aren't you?

Dionysus looks away after a few seconds sighs and gives Evan a cold look.

Dionysus: Have a think about it Evan, and when you're ready to answer like a man you know where you can find me.

He starts to walk out but Evan stops him.

Evan: You think you're so much better than me.

Dionysus: Hm. Do I?

Evan: Come out to ringside. I WILL win that tag match. I WILL win the Battle Royal... And I'll show you what a future Hall of Famer looks like.

The two stare at each other and John smirks.

Dionysus: Lead the way.

Evan turns and marches with a determined look toward the ringside area. With a small smile, Dionysus follows.

Paige: The following contest is the EIGHT PERSON ELIMINATION TAG TEAM MATCH and where the surviving members of the winning team move onto a Battle Royal later in the evening, where the ultimate winner receives a title shot of their respective General Manager's choosing.

Chase: I'm excited, Harv!

Harvey: This is the hell of a way to follow up a Thanksgiving dinner, isn't it?

The lights go down in the arena and a red spot light spans all over the crowd as they cheer loudly then red a red mist forms at the top of the ramp then red and white pyrotechnics blast of at the top of the stage.

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU" by Fear rages out of the arena speakers and Yarmouth comes out and swaggers onto the stage holding a rocket launcher full of T-shirt's with Fella written on the front, Yarmouth then begins to fire the T-shirts into the fans as they fight to get hold of the T-shirts, Yarmouth is wearing his wrestling pants and a red T-shirt with fella on the back and Meltdown is on the front on the front of the shirt as Yarmouth then enters the ring to wait for his opponent.

Paige: Introducing first, from New York City, weighing in at approximately two hundred and fifty pounds, YAAARRMMOOOOUUUTH!

”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. 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, 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. From the back, John Dionysus joins Evan lagging a few feet behind, with a curious look on his face.

Paige: And his tag team partners, at a combined weight of three hundred and eighty-one pounds, accompanied to the ring by John Dionysus... 'The BOSS' Delikado, the 'MegaMegaStar' Evan Envi... ENVIIIIKAAAAAAAAAAAAAADOOOO!

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. John Dionysus stands by on the outside, doing as he told Evan he would do earlier-- watch.

The music does down and the crowd breaks into a thunderous "A-J-P!" chant. Envi and Delikado shake their heads disapprovingly into the crowd.

Paige: And their tag team partner...

The haunting and brief vocals of Tina Malia penetrate the arena through its sound system and the crowd erupts as "Nothing Has Been Broken" by Bassnectar blares throughout the arena, causing neon strobes to dance through the crowd. Their reaction only grows louder as Aubrey J. Parker steps out onto the ramp, standing with a hand on her hip as she surveys the masses.

Paige: Hailing from Pleasanton, California, weighing in at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds, 'AJP' AUUBBREEYY J. PAAAAARKERRRR!

With a small nod and a smile, 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 pressed to her lips before blowing a long and sensual kiss to the audience, earning a series of cheers from many men and women alike. She steps into the ring and the camera pans out to show her reveling in the adulation of the APW faithful. She makes her way to the turnbuckles, hopping onto them to continue playing to the lively audience before her music inevitably fades and she prepares for competition, only sparing her tag team partners one quick glance.

Harvey: After a draft that moved six Meltdown Megastars to the upper-echelons of sports and entertainment, Overdrive gets the honor of hosting the highly-anticipated debut of Aubrey J. Parker.

Chase: I'm excited, Shane-O. When's the last time we've had a lady in the ring on this show?!

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

Paige: Introducing their opponents! First, from Shoreline, Washington, weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds, Germaine 'KRUNK' WILLLIAAAAAAAAMS!

"Calling All Hogs! Calling All Hogs!"

Buckson Gooch runs from behind the curtain stomping with a bucket of water, he looks to the left and right all pumped up and blowing his cheeks in and out, he pours the water over his head and lumbers down to the ring, he slides under the bottom rope and shakes his head and the wet spray flows from his hair, he rocks his head down and throws it back and pulls his hair back, pops his knuckles...and is ready to go.

Paige: And his tag team partner, from Possomgrape, Arkansas, weighing in at threeeeeee hundred and forty-five pounds, representing the Sons of the South, BUCKSONNNN GOOOOOCH!

Chase: What an unfortunate name.

Harvey: One of Overdrive's newest Megastars, Buckson Gooch, is ready for some eight man tag team action tonight!

Chase: Well, these people better get ready for Battle Royal action too. These people are only their allies for so long.

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

Paige: From Denton, Texas... Standing at six foot eleven, weighing in at two hundred and ninety nine pounds, Shadow!

He wears his leather duster and strides through the fog at his knees. Lighting flashing on the screens behind him as they cause more fireworks to explode as he marches toward the ring. As he makes his way around the ring, Shadow shakes hands with the kids, the fans who are there. He turns after circling the ring and pulls himself up and over the top rope. Inside Shadow raises one arm high as the two corners behind him burst with flames. The color returns to normal as the fans cheer wildly, and Shadow turns slowly, looking at Envikado, the only two members of the opposing team that have exited the ring.

West: There's a lot of bad blood brewing between Shadow and the team known as Envikado. And it goes all the way back to Shockwave back in August where, Shadow feels, Evan robbed him of the Xtreme Championship. Now Delikado's stuck his nose in their business and Shadow's had to put up with both of their antics over the past few weeks.

Chase: Well, I was speaking with Johnny Rebel earlier...

Harvey: ...Of course you were...

Chase: And he may have some footage that shows us what happened backstage after Shadow chased Envikado into the backstage area. We'll have to wait and see.

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

Harvey: And here it is!

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

Paige: And finally, their tag team partner, hailing from Eberswalde, Germay, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds... AZRAAAEEEL GOEEERRENN!

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

Goeren locks eyes with Aubrey J. Parker and grins eerily before blowing her a kiss. Parker narrows her eyes, but doesn't back down. The music dies down and the crowd roars as the two stars stare each other down, but are soon joined by their teammates. Both teams stare at one each other from across the ring before the referee enters and demands that two people start.

Harvey: And it looks like from the team in our left corner--

Chase: Team Goeren!

Harvey: Uh. Right. Krunk will be starting off for them, while on our right corner--

Chase: TEAM ENVIKADDOOOOOO!

Harvey: Yeah... They've got-- they've got AJP starting things off!

Eight-Person Elimination Tag Team Match
Evan Envi, Delikado, Aubrey J. Parker, and Yarmouth vs Germaine "Krunk" Williams, Buckson Gooch, Shadow, and Azrael Goeren

The bell rings and with each team’s members depositing themselves to the outside. The crowd is hot for AJP and Krunk, and they tease a lockup, but AJP ducks under Krunk’s arms, shoots the ropes, and comes back with a forearm to the skull as Krunk turns around. He doesn’t go down, but looks surprised at AJP’s maneuvering. She smirks and Krunk nods a bit, stepping back. Both of them hits the ropes this time with Punk charging AJP, going low for a Spear, but Parker jumps over his head and catches him with a Belly to Belly, earning a pop for the quick display of strength! Krunk gets up and Parker runs at him for a Leg Lariat, but he shoves her off, knocking her into the ropes, where Yarmouth tags himself in to a deep mixed reaction from the crowd; many of them cheering due to being Yarmouth fans, but many moaning in empathy as Krunk realizes his situation. He goes to strike Yarmouth as Yarmouth steps over the ropes to enter the ring, but all it takes is a headbutt from the big man to knock Krunk down. Krunk holds his head and gets back up, but walks into a Chokeslam! Krunk hits the mat and Yarmouth makes the cover.

Harvey: What impact!

Chase: Eeeeeeesh... That might be all she wrote. Thanks for comin, Krunk.

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Harvey: Don’t count him out yet!

Krunk is back up to Yarmouth’s chagrin, but is hammering away at the big man again within seconds. Yarmouth is stunned and sinks to a knee. Krunk hits the ropes and jumps onto the middle to hit a Springboard Corkscrew Moonsault, but Yarmouth, still on one knee, catches Krunk on his shoulder-- and drives him to the mat with an Oklahoma Slam! Krunk groans and gets up, meeting a Big Boot for his troubles. Krunk hits the ground roughly and Yarmouth sinks down, pinning him again.

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Harvey: A lot of heart by the young Germaine Williams here on his Overdrive debut.

Chase: Notice that of his teammates are trying to break up these pin attempts...

Harvey: Why would they? They know what’s at stake.

Goeren mockingly applauds from the outside as Krunk fights his way up again. Yarmouth hoists him up onto his shoulders again, but Krunk drives the point of his elbow once... twice into his temple! Yarmouth drops him and Krunk turns to nail a Pele Kick! Yarmouth is taken to the mat, but is quick to crawl back to his corner, where he slaps the outstretched hand of Aubrey J. Parker. Parker goes back into the ring, but is met with a Discus Clothesline a she approaches Krunk! She’s taken down hard and Krunk follows up with a cover of his own.

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Harvey: I don’t think Envi or Delikado even considered tagging themselves into this when Yarmouth went for the tag.

Chase: They’re playing it smart. Everyone on Team Goeren is completely fresh. Why nullify that advantage?

Harvey: Parker’s gathering her bearings, but Krunk’s on the apron. He’s going up top!

Krunk ascends to the top turnbuckle and perches there for a moment while Parker climbs to her feet, holding her jaw. Krunk sails from the top, but his intentions are unclear, as Parker runs at him, springs into the air, and drills him to the mat with the leaping, snap Reverse STO, the Makeunder! Krunk slams viciously into the canvas, and the crowd roars as Parker immediately transitions into the Koji Clutch!

Harvey: Out of NOWHERE! The Makeunder by Parker!

Chase: And Team Goeren is just letting it happen!

Krunk flails, trying his damndest to get out of the Koji Clutch-- the same move that cost him the North American Championship two and a half weeks ago, but after a few seconds, his actions slow, and he has no choice but to tap out, rolling out of the ring, seconds later.

ELIMINATED: GERMAINE “KRUNK” WILLIAMS

Chase: Aubrey J. Parker scores the first elimination of the night!

Harvey: But there’s no time to rest... Here comes SHADOW!

Shadow steps into the ring and Parker gets to her feet, measuring him for a moment-- and then runs forward, delivering a hard kick right to his knee! Shadow cries out and drops down. Parker hits the ropes and hits a Shining Axe Kick! Shadow hits the ground, but isn’t subdued long enough for Parker to go for the cover. She meets him with hard, sharp kicks to the torso as he gets up, and goes for a roundhouse to the head, but Shadow ducks under it and catches Parker with a Powerslam as she turns around! The impact is enough to shake the ring, and Parker lies motionless in the mat.

Chase: Oh jeez... Goodnight, AJP.

Parker immediately rolls back toward her corner, but Shadow stops her by driving a knee to her back. Parker cries out in pain and Shadow lifts her up again for a Suplex, but holds her upside-down in the air for nearly twenty seconds, letting the blood rush to her head before driving her down and making the cover.

Harvey: Stalling Suplex by Shadow, and the cover!

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Harvey: I thought he had it, and I think Shadow did too. Things aren’t looking good for AJP though. She’s wrestled longer than anyone in this match and she’s taking punishment from a man that’s literally more than twice her size.

AJP is slower than usual getting up and the entire time, Shadow trades eye contact with Envi and Delikado, who stare at him stone-faced from the apron. Shadow’s eyes drift toward AJP again and he whips her across the ropes, runing at her for the Big Boot on the rebound!

Parker has the wherewithal to slide under his outstretched leg and rise up behind him. She jumps up and goes for a Double-Knee Backbreaker, but Shadow reaches up behind him and delivers an inverted Snapmare! Parker cries out as she smashes into the canvas once more and slowly, shakily rises up, only to be taken down by a Clothesline! He stares down at her for a moment and then points to Envi and Delikado, telling Parker to tag one of them in, causing an eruption from the crowd, but panic from Envikado. Parker slowly crawls to her corner, but Envi and Delikado both drop down from the apron, earning a thunderous chorus of boos from the crowd.

Harvey: You’re kidding me.

Chase: I told you, they’re playing it smart!

Parker turns and tags in Yarmouth instead, who eagerly climbs into the ring. The two big men measure each other up and jaw off at one another, and it’s Shadow who throws the first punch! Yarmouth is knocked back and hits a haymaker of his own. The two trade closed fists (ignoring warnings from the referee) and it’s Shadow that is shaky first. He wobbles and Yarmouth hits a stomp to his gut, followed by a Shoulder Block! Yarmouth is knocked into the ropes but comes back and drives his knee into Shadow’s gut, bellowing into his face as he does so. Shadow drops down to his knees in pain and Yarmouth nails him with a Spike DDT! The crowd erupts for the maneuver.

Harvey: God, that’s brutal. Here’s a cover--!

Chase: And a kickout at two by Shadow. Hey, get your head out of the way. You’re blocking Aubrey.

Harvey What-- she’s not even the legal wrestler. She’s not even facing us.

Chase: Hah. I know.

Yarmouth keeps Shadow grounded with a low side headlock, but Shadow fights his way back to his feet after a few shots to the midsection and then nails Yarmouth with an uppercut. Yarmouth is turned around from the impact and Shadow locks in the Full Nelson before delivering a Full Nelson Slam! Both men are down to catch their breath, but Yarmouth is up first. He walks over to his corner, and slaps Evan’s chest before forcing him into the ring and throwing him toward the stirring Shadow.

Harvey: Well, I guess Yarmouth and AJP are sick of being the only two doing any work for their team!

Chase: But nobody on Team Azrael has even been GOING for tags this match. What’s up with this?

Harvey: A unique strategy to say the least, but now Evan is forced to go toe-to-toe with Shadow!

Evan tries to run back to his corner, but this time it’s AJP and Yarmouth that drop down from the apron. Evan and Delikado share a worried glance and Envi turns, charging at Shadow, but he’s flattened with a Spinebuster Slam! Evan arches his back and uses the ropes to pull himself up, but Shadow hits him with a Clothesline that sends him to the outside! Shadow follows and immediately begins hammering away at Evan against the ringside barricade, but Delikado runs across the apron and hops off onto Shadow’s back. He locks in a Rear Naked Choke with body scissors and Shadow is forced to stop his assault-- but he shakily steps back before throwing himself backwards into the ring post! Delikado hits it back-first and falls to his hands and knees on the ground. Shadow is back up within seconds... And Evan sprints at him, using Delikado is an elevated surface to leap off and smash into Shadow with a Calf Kick! Evan hops to his feet and smirks at John Dionysus, who continues to watch from a safe distance. He takes a bow, and Dionysus gives him a nod.

Chase: Lovely! Poetry in motion by Envikado! Shadow’s out!

Harvey: Evan needs to focus more on getting Shadow into the ring and covering him-- less on upstaging John Dionysus.

It takes everything in Envi’s strength to force the dead weight of Shadow under the bottom rope and back into the ring-- but before he can capitalize, he’s taken down with a Running Lariat from Buckson Gooch!

Harvey: Gooch out of nowhere!

Chase: I forgot he was even in this match, Harv...

Harvey: Well, he just entered in a big way, absolutely decimating Evan Envi!

Again, Azrael Goeren applauds from his corner, grinning at the action. Buckson Gooch lifts Envi up again while the referee scolds him, but slams the “MegaMegaStar” into the edge of the ring apron sternum-first. Envi’s mouth opens in a silent “O” of pain and he crumbles to the floor-- and Buckson Gooch is taken down with a Running Big Boot right to the nose from Yarmouth, who sprints around the corner of the ring.

Harvey: YARMOUTH STOMP TO BUCKSON GOOCH!

Chase: Oh my God. Gooch is unconscious. He’s gotta be. No. He’s dead. I’m calling it.

The crowd is in a frenzy as we cut to a replay of the vicious Big Boot. When we return to live action, we see that Gooch has been busted open from the kick and blood is flowing freely from a cut opened up over his eye. Yarmouth (roughly) helps Envi to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Evan crawls over to Shadow, who still hasn’t moved from the Calf Kick and pins both legs.

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Evan slams his fists on the mat in frustration. He stands up and signals for the end, but stops as he sees that Delikado has pushed past Yarmouth and Parker and is now back on the apron, bouncing up and down on the middle rope with an outstretched hand. Evan gladly tags him in and Delikado enters, stalking his prey... Shadow. He stomps his foot twice on the mat, nearly salivating as he motions for Shadow to rise to his feet.

Chase: Shadow’s gearin’ up for his last call to Cuba. Hahaha, show him how you REALLY kick a head off, Delikado!

Shadow gets up and Delikado rushes going for the Super Kick he calls the Last Call to Cuba-- but Shadow catches his foot! He yanks Delikado to him and lifts him up into a Fireman’s Carry position before drilling him into the mat with a Snap Spinebuster! Delikado howls in pain and Shadow’s eyes widen as Envi leaps onto the top rope, preparing to springboard off toward Shadow, but he runs to Evan and shoves him off the rope! Evan hits the apron and falls to the floor. Shadow dives down and covers Delikado.

Harvey: Shadow with the Dark Storm to Delikado, and he just shoved Evan right off the top rope! The cover! One!

Chase: Two! Oh no!

Harvey: THREE!

ELIMINATED: DELIKADO

Delikado attempts to kick out, but he is a second too late. He looks up at the referee in shock, and the referee informs him that he’s out. Evan comes to, standing on the apron again and screams obscenities at the referee. The ref turns and gets in Evan’s face, arguing right back! Delikado sits in the corner in shock and dejection as Yarmouth enters the ring and smirks at Shadow.

Harvey: Delikado and Evan Envi can’t BELIEVE that Shadow just eliminated Delikado from this match! But Yarmouth is back in!

Yarmouth and Shadow lock up, battling for several seconds in a test of strength, but Yarmouth proves to be the victor this time, shoving Shadow to the ground. Shadow looks up at Yarmouth, impressed. He climbs to his feet and he motions that he wants to go for the lockup again-- which Yarmouth obliges. The two lock up, and this time it is Shadow that gets the upperhand-- until Yarmouth drives his elbow across his jaw.

Chase: That’s how you win a test of strength, kids.

Yarmouth whips Shadow into the ropes and the crowd grows loud, “winding up” as Yarmouth runs at him for the Yarmouth Stomp, but Shadow moves his head at the last moment, avoiding it by centimeters. He hits the ropes again and Yarmouth turns around, right into a vicious Big Boot from Shadow! The crowd roars and Yarmouth hits the mat. Shadow covers, hooking the near leg.

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ELIMINATED: YARMOUTH

Harvey: What were you saying earlier about someone showing Shadow how to perform a REAL kick?

Chase: Yarmouth’s down and out, but Delikado STILL can’t believe he lost!

Harvey: He’s still in the corner... Get him out of there, ref.

The referee starts to argue with Delikado to get him out of the ring while Shadow waits for his next opponent-- but Evan grabs the referee by his shirt and yells at him to let Delikado back into the match! The two start another yelling match with each other. Shadow watches in amusement, but Delikado crawls behind him and delivers a Low Blow! The crowd erupts into thunderous boos and Shadow falls to his knees.

Harvey: What a sore damn loser. That’s not fair!

Chase: Delikado shouldn’t have been eliminated in the first place! The referee counted too fast, and he CLEARLY kicked out!

Evan grins and abruptly stops yelling to the referee as he sees that Shadow is having trouble standing. He starts to climb into the ring-- but is shoved back by Aubrey J. Parker, who stands in the corner and waits in anticipation for Shadow to get up, while the crowd roars.

Chase: What the hell?

Harvey: Haha, I guess Parker got sick of waiting for Evan...

Parker charges Shadow and delivers the Makeunder! She hooks his near leg for the cover.

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ELIMINATED: SHADOW

Chase: She got him! She stole that pin from Evan!

Evan looks at Parker as if she had just slapped him across the face. He grabs her arm and yanks her to the feet. Shadow rolls out of the ring while they argue and his eyes immediately lock onto Delikado, who is laughing from the middle of the ramp... And his laughter slowly stops as he sees Shadow climb to his feet.

Harvey: Now they have an angry giant to contend with!

The crowd cheers as Shadow sprints at Delikado. Deli turns and runs, hit with hard shots to the back. He stumbles, but keeps running with Shadow right on his heels! They disappear to the back.

Chase: SOMEBODY stop that psycho!

Harvey: ...Between Shadow and Delikado, you tag SHADOW as the psycho?

Meanwhile at ringside, the bloodied Buckson Gooch and the fresh Azrael Goeren have a few muffled words on the apron before Gooch agrees to step in.

Harvey: And we've come down to four. The unlikely team of Goeren and Gooch, against former friends, the unwilling pair of Evan Envi and AJP!

Gooch goes for a Lariat but Parker shoots the ropes and hits a Dropkick. She keeps her distance, only coming close to Gooch to keep him grounded with kicks. She then tags in Envi, who steps in with surprising quickness, catching Gooch with a Spinning Heel Kick. Gooch falls into the turnbuckles and Evan charges for a Stinger Splash, but Gooch runs out of the corner, flattening Evan simply by throwing all 345+ pounds right into him! Evan groans and goes to catch his breath, but he is scooped up and drilled with a Powerbomb... Slammed a second time in the Powerbomb position... Then a third! Gooch covers him, and Dionysus looks on with concern from ringside.

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Chase: Gooch is displaying all the benefits of being the big guy in a match.

Gooch swings Envi into the corner with such velocity that Evan hits the canvas, in perfect position for Gooch to lock in a Bow & Arrow!

Chase: Ahhh! The biggest Bow & Arrow you'll ever see! Nooo, Evan!

Parker considers entering the ring but stops as Evan is eventually able to muster up the energy to emphatically scream "NO!" when asked if he submits. It takes nearly thirty seconds for Gooch to break the hold and transition to a Camel Clutch-- but this time Parker DOES enter, and nails Gooch with a Shining Wizard! Gooch goes down and Parker shares an indistinguishable look with Envi before exiting the ring again. Evan covers Gooch.

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Harvey: Some better teamwork on Team "Envikado", which I guess is now Team "EnviParker."

Chase: BETTER teamwork? Team Goeren isn't even trying to be a team. It's like a gauntlet.

We briefly focus on John Dionysus at ringside who watches as Envi ascends to the top turnbuckle with his back to the ring. As Gooch gets up, Evan hits a Moonsault! Both men go down and Evan gets up again, picking Gooch up in a double underhook. He signals for the Blues, but Gooch shoves Evan off, maintaining a hold of his left arm, and nails a Belly to Back Suplex! Both men go down and both men look toward their tag team partners. Parker is bouncing up and down with an eager and outstretched hand, but Goeren solemnly shakes his head at Gooch.

Chase: Evan with the tag!

Harvey: What the hell is Goeren's problem?!

Gooch looks at Goeren and angrily climbs to his feet but turns around as AJP enters the ring. She goes for a Monkey Flip but Gooch is quick to throw her off. He grunts and lifts her up by the arm, listing her up onto his shoulder. She squirms and drops down behind him as he runs to the turnbuckles! Gooch teeters back and Parker pins him down to the ground with a Schoolboy!

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Our audience erupts and Parker lies on the mat to catch her breath as Gooch stands up in a mixture of disbelief and anger.

ELIMINATED: BUCKSON GOOCH

Harvey: IT'S DOWN TO THREE! Aubrey J. Parker has just eliminated three people from Goeren's team and now it's Goeren against Envi and Parker!

Chase: But Goeren hasn't taken the damage they've taken! He's fresh!

Goeren enters the ring and sighs a little as he looks at Parker struggling to stand up, and Evan finally reaching his feet on the apron.

Azrael's head snaps to Parker and he runs at her, nailing a Bicycle Kick. The crowd goes hushed as Parker hits the mat and goes limp. Goeren laughs and applauds himself before making the pin.

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Envi pulls Goeren off of AJP and the crowd erupts. Goeren looks up at Evan and slowly stands up. He stares in amusement for a moment, points to Parker and mouths something. He then slaps Evan's chest and backs up, demanding they do battle.

Harvey: Goeren wants Envi!

Evan slowly exits the ring and waits patiently for Parker to crawl over and tag him in. Evan enters with slight hesitance and goes nose to nose, glaring up at the grinning Goeren. Goeren strikes first with a fist right to the stomach.

Harvey: Here we go!

Evan fires back with forearms. Goeren is stunned but halts his momentum with a kick to the gut, a European Uppercut, and a Russian Leg Sweep in rapid succession. Evan is back up slower than Goeren who excitedly lights Evan up with chops to the chest. He whips him across the ring and Evan returns off the rebound with a Spinning Back Elbow! Goeren goes down and Evan charges to the corner, leaping up onto the top turnbuckle. He twists around and catches Goeren with a Diving Arm Drag. Goeren rebounds back to his feet, where the quick Envi is already waiting to nail a high roundhouse to the kick! Goeren ducks and Evan spins. Goeren locks Evan in a rear waist lock but Evsn fights! They back all the way to the ropes where Goeren catches Evan with a German Suplex, dumping him to the outside!

Harvey: OH MY GOD!

Chase: No! Look!

Evan has hung onto the middle rope unbeknownst to Goeren. Goeren gets in Parker's face in her tag corner and takes a few strands of her hair between his fingers. He speaks to her in German, but whatever he says, Parker seems to understand... And she reacts by trying to slap him in the face--

But Goeren catches her wrist and his smirk becomes a scowl.

Harvey: Whatever he said didn't sit well with Parker.

Chase: Goeren didn't put Envi down like he thought. He needs to turn around!

Parker drops down from the apron and snaps Goeren's arm across the top rope! Goeren cried out in agony and turns around-- into a Double Knee Armbreaker from Envi! Immediately Evan grapevines the arm and transitions into the Omoplata Crossface! Goeren flails wildly, howling in pain.

Harvey: The Crossface!

On the outside, Dionysus looks pleased to see Evan take control. Goeren crawls as quickly as he can and finally reaches the bottom rope. Evan holds on until the count of four and rolls off of Goeren. He yanks him to his feet by his arm, twists his arm behind his back in a Hammerlock and back into a front face lock simultaneously to hit a Hammerlock Leg Sweep DDT! He makes the cover.

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Chase: The match goes on!

Harvey: How the hell did Goeren kick out of the Devil Lock DDT?!

Evan looks shocked. He stares down at Goereb for a while and then angrily lifts him up as if going for a Dragon Sleeper.

Harvey: He's going for the Guess Who!

Goeren twists around and hits a European Uppercut. Envi reels back and Goeren hits a high knee followed by a Reverse Bulldog! Envi goes down and Goeren makes the cover, quickly!

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Harvey: So close! Goeren almost cemented a spot in that Battle Royal!

Chase: Envi looks like he hit his head funny on that mat. He's woozy.

Both men get up and Envi looks completely unaware of his surroundings. Goeren nails a low Dropkick to his ankle. Evan goes down to a knee, but rises back up, seeing Goeren ready his leg for the buzz saw kick! He grabs both of Goeren's arms and hits the Snap Double Arm DDT!

Harvey: ENVI WITH THE BLUES TO GOEREN!

Chase: He can't capitalize!

It takes nearly ten seconds but to cheers from the audience that has temporarily warmed up to Envi due to his current company... He hooks the far leg!

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The crowd groans as Goeren kicks out and rolls onto his stomach. Evan hollers out in frustration and groggily gets to his feet. He limps to his corner and tags in Parker, yelling "YOU DO IT!" Parker gives him a troubled look but Evan drops down and rolls out of the ring, to a disappointed look from John Dionysus.

Harvey: I guess this match just became Parker vs Goeren. He gets his wish!

Parker turns to Goeren as he gets up but he springs at her and drives her down with an STO. He grins and lifts her up, driving a STIFF knee into her to ribcage followed by a second to her jaw. Parker hits the ground and Goeren mounts her...

...and to the anger of thousands in attendance hits a closed fist right to her mouth. Goeren is almost taken aback by the deafening negativity. He climbs off and shoots Evan and Dionysus a wink before partting himself on the back and turning to Parker as she climbs to her feet. He swings his leg for her skull.

Harvey: BLITZKRIEG!

To most watching from most angles, it looks like Goeren connected. Parker's hair flies from the impact.

Soon, we see that Parker angled her head just enough to avoid contact. In one split second she hops up and plants Goeren with the Reverse Snap STO!

Chase: Correction... The Makeunder!

Harvey: She covers!

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ELININATED: AZRAEL GOEREN

Harvey: Aubrey J. Parker just emiminated every single member of Team Goeren! She did it!

Chase: Holy... Wow!

Evan enters the ring, first in shock... And then jumps up and down in joy, holding Parker's arm, screaming "WE DIT IT!" Parker doesn't pull away but gives Evan a confused, irritated look.

Paige: Your winners, advancing to the Battle Royal, Evan Envi and Aubrey J. Parker!

Envi continued to celebrate as if he won the battle by himself. Dionysus watches with skepticism as Evan celebrates on every corner of the ring while Parker looks on in annoyance.

The scene changes to inside A.C. Smith's luxury penthouse in the heart of Manhattan. We're in the kitchen, and in fact Smith is hard at work preparing his Thanksgiving dinner. The crowd inside the arena cheers at seeing the Big Apple Asskicker, who's monitoring the watch on his hand very closely.

A.C.: “Turkey should be ready soon, the table's set, this is actually coming together OK. Bobby, Stevie, come on in and help!”

Sure enough, his best friends, Bobby the Bavarian Man-Bitch and Stevie the Slovakian Slobberknocker, stride in obediently, each wearing matching 'Kiss the cook' aprons. Smith smiles, chuckles, and shakes his head.

A.C.: “We set to go?”

Bobby: “Yeah. Cranberry sauce is ready, my mashed potatoes are out there, and Stevie's got what he needs for his apple pie.”

A.C.: “Nice!”

Stevie: “This was a good idea to have it at your place this year. Not like New York City has a ton of huge kitchens.”

Suddenly, we hear a knock on the door.

A.C.: “Hmm. I'll get that. Watch the turkey so it doesn't burn!”

Smith walks out of the kitchen and towards a door. He unlocks the deadbolt and opens it up to reveal...Johnny Knuckles!

Smith is more than a little surprised at this, but tries to compose himself.

A.C.: “Um...can I help you, Knucks?”

Knuckles: “Ya', I'm here for the grub!”

A.C.: “Not trying to be rude, but who invited you?”

Knuckles: “Bobby did! Said the more, the merrier. At least I brought chocolates!”

Smith stands silently for a minute, but ultimately shrugs his shoulders.

A.C.: “Come on in. Just take your shoes off before you get into the dining room!”

Knuckles pats Smith on the back as he jogs into the penthouse and out of the frame. Bobby slowly saunters in, and Smith is none too pleased.

Bobby: “He said he didn't have anywhere to go. I felt bad for him.”

A.C.: “Enough. You NEED to run this stuff by me! I hope you're good with getting the smallest piece of the turkey.”

Bobby's eyebrows go up his forehead in horror as A.C. shuts the door.

A.C.: “Look, is there ANYONE else you invited?”

Bobby: “No. That's it. I promise.”

Right on cue, we hear a second knock at the door.

A.C.: “Go away, Bobby, before I open this door into your head.”

Bobby obliges, and Smith opens the door to reveal...Jason Kash!

Kash: “Howdy Doody Big Body Smith, how's it shriveled?”

A.C.: “Let me guess. Bobby invited you?”

Kash: “No. Stevie. He said...”

A.C.: (clearly irritated) “I don't care what he said. But I've lost any and all patience, and I refuse to act as the gatekeeper any longer. Come in before I change my mind.”

Kash takes a step in, but immediately eyes Knuckles, and the two begin sending figurative daggers at one another.

A.C.: “Oh, here we go.”

Stevie: “FOOD'S ON!”

Smith shakes his head, but ultimately walks out to take his seat at the dinner table.

[Johnny Rebel]

We come back, and the five men are seated around the rectangular table, with Smith at the head. Each has a full plate of food in front of them, and their heads are slightly bowed.

A.C.: “This is one tradition I will not let fall by the wayside. We will all take turns explaining what we're thankful for. Bobby, you start.”

Bobby: “Why me?!”

A.C.: “Because I said so.”

Knuckles and Kash chuckle, but stop immediately, as if to not give off any sign of agreement on even the smallest matter.

Bobby: “Fine, fine. I'm thankful for the wonderful food we have in front of us. I'm thankful for having friends like A.C. and Stevie, and I'm thankful for Kim Kardashian tweeting bikini pictures every five minutes. That enough for you?”

A.C.: (sarcastic) “Your sincerity is overwhelming. Stevie?”

The camera pans over to Stevie, but instead of preparing to say his piece, he's already started digging into his food.

A.C.: “STEVIE!”

Stevie: (mouth full) “WHAT?! It looked good!”

Smith rolls his eyes, sensing that the event has gotten out of control.

A.C.: “I say this with great trepidation. Knucks, save us.”

Knuckles: “Uh, well.....I'm thankful for Smith here. It's always nice to get free food. I'm Thankful for being the Dark Match Championship, it certainly was a long time coming. Most of all, I'm thankful for the win i have coming to me at Christmas Chaos, we ALL know Kash's shitty record at that PPV.”

Kash immediately perks up as Knuckles finishes.

Kash: “Hahahaha!! So funny! You're a funny guy! If you keep talking, I'm gonna leave you looking funny out cold. Shut the hell up, don't even talk to me. I'll stick my hand up that Turkey and use it as a boxing glove bitc--”

A.C.: “Guys, can we PLEASE be civil for 10 minutes so we can eat in peace?”

Knuckles/Kash: “NO!”

Suddenly, Kash wings some of his mashed potatoes across the table, and the white goo hits Knuckles right on the nose. It's soon followed by an assault of peas, some of which hit Knuckles while others bounce off the table and back wall and onto the floor.

Knuckles: “FOOD FIGHT!”

As Kash goes for a third handful of food, Knuckles grabs a turkey leg, dives across the table, and starts slapping his enemy across the face with it. Kash then grabs an unlit candle from the center of the table and tries to jab at Knuckles's eye, instead hitting his cheek repeatedly as Knuckles continues his mounted assault.

In the meantime, the look on Smith's face has changed to one of pure horror. However, he snaps out of it long enough to bark orders.

A.C.: “Bobby, try and break them up. Stevie, once this is over, get a tab of the damages so I can get reimbursed for everything they break.”

Stevie: “But they haven't broken anything...”

On that note, Kash rolls over, taking Knuckles with him. Knuckles's legs drag across the table, knocking several pieces of fine china onto the floor, where they shatter into several pieces that the two enemies scramble for.

Bobby: “And what, exactly, will YOU be doing?”

A.C. suddenly grabs his, Bobby's, and Stevie's plates in his huge hands.

A.C.: “Eating! And finding a cheapo Chinese menu for you bums!”

Smith storms off, and Bobby and Stevie throw themselves into the fray as a 'Happy Thanksgiving' graphic comes onto the screen. APW cuts backstage, where Biggs is shown walking down the hallway towards the entrance area. He has a strut in his step and smirk on his face as he walks purposefully down the hall.

Harvey: Our second Eight-Man Elimination Tag Match is coming up later tonight. I can't wait to see these men collide to win the very first Turkey Bowl!

As Overdrive begins to fade to black, Biggs is jumped by Level-One from out of nowhere with a steel chair, knocking Biggs to the concrete floor! The fade stops, and the cameras are back to full as Level-One slams Biggs with the chair a few more times before pulling him up by the head. Level-One drops the chair and wraps his arms around Biggs and pushes him straight into the wall! As he has Biggs pinned, he begins to wear down the Spaceman with vicious body blows, mixed with some shots to the face, as Biggs looks out of it. Level-One grabs a hold of Biggs' face and slams the back of Biggs' head repeatedly into the wall, again and again! Biggs has a far away look in his eyes as Level-One pulls him away from the wall and turns him inside out with a Flipping Clothesline. Level-One stands over the downed Biggs and spits on him.

Level-One: You're nothing but a piece of trash who stole my title shot! Good luck making it to Christmas Chaos, chump!

Level-One walks off, leaving Biggs laying in a pool of his own blood. C.J. Gates and Terry Marvin come running onto the scene, yelling for help.

Harvey: What an ugly, ugly display from Level-One in the back. Something tells me that Biggs won't be making it out for this Elimination Style match!

Chase: That really puts the team of Mark Mania, C.J. Gates, and Nick Watson behind the eight ball!

The camera cuts to backstage to join Michael Callahan as he stands atop a scaffolding, looking out across the backstage area of the Prudential Centre like an Egyptian slavemaster sans whip. If he had one, no doubt he'd be beating the serfs black and blue 'til they begged to make him a cappuccino yet mercilessly The American Hero remains unarmed. He breathes a heavy sigh of relief as he leans on the rail, looking down at the sea of people.

Michael Callahan: Ahhh... home sweet home. The place I got my start in American professional wrestling, the Overdrive brand of Action Packed Wrestling.

The crowd don't respond to that well, audibly booing and jeering Callahan's half-truth. Some fans even start a “You Deserted” chant along with three claps to give it some rhythm.

Michael Callahan: I do yearn for the day I can return here to compete amongst some of the toughest in the industry but alas, my work is more than cut out for me in clearing up the mess that is Asylum.

Callahan affords himself a smile as he reaches into his pocket to fish out a cigarette and lighter. He ignites the tip and takes a long drag of the cancer stick, pluming fresh smoke into the air and being a potential fire hazard.

Michael Callahan: I'm sure it doesn't have to be said that tonight is an extremely important night for me. This is the first night on what I'm calling the Michael Callahan “Re-Election” campaign, a bid to re-instill public faith and support in your duly elected wrestling representative after his unfortunate run of bad publicity as of late. I aim to do this by campaigning harder than ever, fighting and beating whoever I can in that ring and continue to be the premier performer and wrestler in that ring so APW constituents be they Overdrive, Asylum, Meltdown, or Independent can reaffirm why they found me so great in the first place. Why I was touted earlier this year to be the future of this company, a certified world champion.

Pepperidge Farm remembers and so does Callahan, fondly. He yearns for the days when people feared him and his undefeated streak, his insanely strong following and his ability to break even the toughest of combatants.

Michael Callahan: But the road ahead is steep, crumbling under foot and full of many hazards. There are many people who would want to knock me off my campaign trail and return me to the haphazard waste of roster space that I was less than a month ago. So tonight it's especially important that I set out as I mean to progress and that's with a solid win, earning myself a title shot to be chosen at the discretion of Reginald Schmidt. That's the win I need baby, the rocket fuel that's gonna' take me STRAIGHT back to the top of the Asylum heap right where I belong.

The crowd don't like this thought because they don't like brain-washing, numskull Republicans. So they jeer him and jeer him loud, yet Callahan either cannot hear them or simply doesn't wish to acknowledge it.

Michael Callahan: So if you're at home right now, sitting on your couches, poppin' pills, lightin' up a fatty, enjoying the company of nobody but a KFC family bucket and thinking that I'm out to disappoint again? Think twice. The Callahan Callahan '13, yes, I'm my own running mate, re-election train is full steam ahead and it will not stop until I become rightful ruler of Asylum. So far I've stolen the show at every pay-per-view with mesmerising performances, clinical classics and some of the most exciting moments that APW has had to offer 2012. Don't get complacent though. If you thought that was special? Then baby...

He turns to the camera and takes a long drag of his cigarette. Looking skywards, he blows smoke rings in the air before flicking the cigarette off the scaffold to the floor below, cool as you like.

Michael Callahan: You ain't seen nothing yet.

Callahan's trademark grin segs into a Callahan-Callahan 2013 poster for a good ten seconds until the camera feed changes and we're back at ringside.

[Johnny Rebel]

The cameras cut backstage after a commercial break and over to one of the many tables in catering at Overdrive, filled with all the wonderful Thanksgiving food one can muster to get onto one’s stomach. Among those going through with a plate and collecting certain bits of food via spoons, tongs or what have you was - believe it or not - Asylum mega star and the current APW Suicide champion in Chris Strike (cue in the live crowd pop to boot). As he finishes helping himself to a serving of turkey, it’s not long before he turns around and is staring right into a very, very familiar figure. He lowers his plate and his body automatically assumes a more neutral stance as his tone greets him rather coolly.

Strike: Sooner or later, I figured I’d run into you.

The man grins, reaching over to the table as he begins to assemble his own plate, his smug grin juxtaposed against Strike’s cool demeanor.

Noble: And a happy Thanksgiving to you as well! Of course, you’re Brazillian; I’m Canadian. Guess this is just a little “get together” for us then, isn’t it?

Strike: Forgive my lack of politeness - last time I heard you say something about me, it involved being sent to a hospital if I didn’t...what was it again? Ignore any contact from Chris Hart?

Noble chuckles, but Strike remains unphased. The Overdrive Megastar grabs a nearby knife, and begins to cut away at the turkey’s leg.

Noble: Oh, been watching me, have you? Then you know I’ve been watching you too, “old friend.” I saw you put on your best lapdog impression when Chris came strolling into Asylum, but even better, I saw your little Twitter message for me. What was that again Chris...anytime...anywhere?

Strike casually sets his plate down on the nearest table.

Strike: Meant every word of it. So, your move now, “Noble One?” Or are you too busy this week accusing more people of high treason because you’ve been in a terrible roll these last few months?

Sighing, the “God of Thunder” shakes his head.

Strike: You have no idea what rock bottom is like and you want to try to sell me on that theory, Kurt? Really? You’re not stupid, so stop acting like it! What you did to Chris two weeks ago, you think that’s justified? Quite frankly, there was nothing more that I wanted to do than to see Terry Marvin maimed when he played that bullshit stunt on you at Shockwave but this...?! What, you’re gonna tell me next that you wouldn’t have snuffed Chris Hart out first inside of that Chamber if you had the chance, if it meant winning the Undisputed title? WAKE UP, KURT!!!

Strike’s statement brings the attention of everyone in the room towards the two old friends, but Noble’s grin merely turns into a series of chuckles as he finishes cutting off a drumstick.

Noble: Wake up? Oh, I’m fully awake Chris. I was awake when my wife attacked me at Shockwave. I was awake when APW turned on my by *chanting* Terry Marvin. I’ve seen a lot, Chris...but you’re just stepping into this madness. You stand here, with your little Suicidal Championship, President Jeff’s affection, and the whole world ready to worship you. Feels nice, doesn’t it? Well...enjoy it while you can. Eventually, they’ll turn on you too Chris, and when they do...

Noble grips the knife in his palm, and slams it into the turkey! He continues to chuckle as he meets the gaze of his APW counterpart.

Noble: I hope I’m right there to welcome you to the club. I meant what I said Chris...if I see you stepping foot into my business again...then I’ll be sending another Chris to the hospital. Not a promise. Not a threat. Just the future.

Noble puts his plate down as a staredown commences between the two, with neither man moving as much as an inch.

Noble: Happy Thanksgiving Chris. Better be thankful for what you have...while you still have it.

Strike: Likewise to you, Kurt. Say, we’re having a late Thanksgiving dinner Saturday at my place. Just something simple, y’know...fiancee, myself, Lyn, Porter, Charisma might make it from PWF way back when...oh, and Chris Hart is joining us too. Now I’d have asked you to come...but...I think I got an idea what your answer is going to be.

Chris picks up his plate on his end, before returning his stare back at Kurt Noble.

Strike: That’s what I think of your so-called “future.” So when you’re done brooding in the present about unfair everything is and how twisted and cruel the fans are for ‘turning their colors,’ you come and seek me out. I’m an easy man to find.

The cameras fade away and go into a commercial as the look on both the faces of the “It Man” and the “God of Thunder” narrow, the entirety of the room still watching them rather carefully. We had back to ringside when “Shooting Star” by Black Stone Cherry begins to play as the fans cheer loudly. C.J. Gates quickly makes his way out of the back wearing his trademark cowboy hat and his “Go Big or Go Home” T-shirt. With a microphone in hand CJ Gates makes a b - line to the ring slapping a few fans hands on his way to the ring.

Harvey: Well rumor has it CJ Gates is here to address the aftermath of last week's Overdrive in which Level-One brutally attacked him with his camcorder.

Chase: Are you serious, Harvey? That's not what I saw happen! I saw an unfortunate accident and I'm sure CJ Gates is just out here to get Level-One's side of the story - seeing as he's supposedly such a great guy!

CJ GATES, CJ GATES, CJ GATES!

Rolling under the bottom rope he pops up to his feet and wastes no time addressing the crowd in Newark, New Jersey!

CJ Gates: Ladies and gentlemen let me first start this off on a lighter note. I wish each and everyone of you a happy thanksgiving and I thank you all for choosing to spend it with me and the rest of the APW!

The crowd gives a huge pop as the CJ Gates chants continue to rain on in.

CJ Gates: However what I am not thankful for is what Level-One did to me last week - where Level-One decided it would be a good idea to come down to the ring uninvited and blast me in the face with a camcorder.

The crowd boos Level-One without mercy as CJ Gates nods his head side to side for he's as disgusted as they are.

CJ Gates: And while Level-One may choose to maintain his cover story for why he was even out there on that night the true intent of his actions doesn't change the fact I had received several stitches in my forehead as a result of the incident. It also doesn't change the fact that Level-One seemed more regretful that he missed Terry Marvin - rather then the fact he hit an innocent bystander. In my eyes, Level-One drew first blood...

And then more boos come down. The camera zooms in on CJ Gates stitches as he turns his attention to the top of the ramp.

CJ Gates: So, here's what we're going to do. I am throwing down the gauntlet and I'm calling you out Level-One! You have two choices. You're going to come out here and I want you to try to do what you did last week in my face or you can hide backstage and show the world that your the big coward everyone out here thinks you...

''Almost famous'' by Eminem blasts the PA system cutting CJ Gates off. The crowd showers Level-One with boos as he walks out from the back a microphone in hand. The LeWinter sisters step out from the back both holding two camcorders as they document the event from two different angles. He puts the microphone to his mouth but doesn't speak.

''LEVEL-ONE SUCKS!''

''WE HATE LEVEL-ONE!''

''LEVEL-ONE SUCKS!''

''WE HATE LEVEL-ONE!''

Allowing the crowd to speak for him he smiles before he addresses CJ Gates.

Level-One: Listen, CJ. I understand your upset by the unfortunate accident that took place on November, 15th, 2012 on Overdrive but at the same time it's important to remain diplomatic about it all, don't you think? I never had the intention of hitting you with my camcorder, I was trying to send a message to Terry Marvin and the rest of the world that I AM the TRUE number one contender! I don't mean to hurt your feelings CJ but the truth of the matter is, your just not that important.

The crowd shakes the arena with a chorus of boos as CJ Gates crosses his arms and soaks it all in.

Level-One: All week, I've been thinking about this horrible mistake I've made! All week, I've been wishing I could turn back the hands of time! CJ, if I could change what went down last week I would. I have been focused on the Undisputed title for the past few months and I would never distract myself from realizing my goals by picking a fight with you. What could that POSSIBLY achieve!? I mean, let's put our emotions aside man! I'm FAMOUS, your not. I'm TRENDING, your not. Lastly, I have already BEATEN you on every single occasion we have met inside the ring. I get NOTHING from beating you, CJ. Nothing.

CJ Gates lifts his microphone to speak but Level-One continues to assert himself on the microphone.

Level-One: So, that's why I am out here tonight. I am out here to clear things up, bury the hatchet and hopefully we can all forget that this had ever happened. I understand that using this accident to build something between me and you would be great for the trajectory of your failing career but I REFUSE to be a part of it. I am NOT going to let you USE me to stay relevant, CJ. So, I give up. I will drop this microphone and I will walk away the bigger man and you... you can take it as a victory, CJ. I lose.

Level-One slowly lowers the microphone placing it down onto the top of the ramp as if it was a weapon. CJ Gates however isn't buying it.

CJ Gates: You're a liar, Lester. We all saw what happened last week and even your camera holds the proof. So, what does it take to get you to show your real colors? Oh, wait. I think I know...

CJ Gates raises his arms in the air as if to say he isn't a threat. He slowly turns his back to Level-One.

CJ Gates: How about this Level-One? This is more your style, isn't it?

The crowd laughs at Level-One who's becoming visibly upset at the top of the ramp - screaming into the LeWinter sisters camcorders. CJ Gates places his hands behind his back as if he was in cuffs and drops to his knees in a position of total submission trying to lure out Level-One.

Harvey: CJ Gates wants a fight with Level-One and he's trying to get it out of him and I don't think Level-One can relent!

Chase: This is poor sportsmanship from CJ Gates. Level-One is trying to be the bigger man, Harvey!

In a split second Level-One jolts off down the ramp but is stopped in his tracks when Johnny Rebel steps out from the curtains with a microphone in hand.

Johnny Rebel: Hold on one second!

The crowd gives the general manager Johnny Rebel a mixed reaction while Level-One turns around and shoots lasers towards him. CJ Gates inside the ring slowly rises to his feet and gives the general manager his much deserved attention.

Johnny Rebel: Last week, I specifically added the stipulation that Level-One and Biggs were banned from ringside during CJ Gates match with Terry Marvin in Overdrives featured main event. I told Level-One that if he went ahead and defied my demands that he would his choice to do so.

Level-One grits his teeth as Johnny Rebel smiles.

Johnny Rebel: However, Level-One being the stubborn son of a gun he is decided to work around my stipulation by - purposefully or inadvertently - attacking CJ Gates after Overdrives main event feature. Tonight, I'm out here to address this act of rebellion with the appropriate response.

Johnny Rebel marches down the ramp towards Level-One and the two meet face to face again! The crowd roars when they meet forehead to forehead like bulls assuming a brawl is soon to follow but instead Johnny Rebel lifts the microphone to his mouth.

Johnny Rebel: At Christmas Chaos it's going to be Level-One vs. CJ Gates...

Level-One: NO! I don't want to fight him! I am NOT going to fight him! Johnny Rebel, you god forsaken BAST---

Johnny Rebel: ... for the NUMBER ONE CONTENDERSHIP for the APW UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIP AT RASSLEMANIA!

The crowd EXPLODES!

Harvey: WHAT!?

Chase: OH MY GOD!

The crowd has gone absolutely ape shit as Johnny Rebel slowly walks back up the ramp, microphone in hand. Level-One himself can't believe what he just heard as CJ Gates leans against the ropes with stars in his eyes. After several moments of both men taking the weight of the announcement upon their shoulders they turn their attention to each other while the crowd chants...

''APW!''

''APW!''

''APW!''

Harvey: Level-One is going to have to go through CJ Gates to get what he desires but what the hell made Johnny Rebel even give him the opportunity?

Chase: I don't know but I'm sure it has something to do with Level-One's recent acts of defiance! We need to get more out of Johnny Rebel on what's behind it... this is HUGE![/quote]

[Johnny Rebel]

As APW Overdrive comes back from the break, APW Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin is seen inside the office of General Manager Johnny Rebel, who is seated at his desk.

Terry: Rebel, since the doctors have said that there's no way that Biggs will be medically cleared to compete tonight, in the interest of fairness, I am requesting to be withdrawn from the Elimination Tag Team Match.

Rebel: You know, Terry, any other day of the year I wouldn't give a flying frack about what the doctors say about Biggs' condition! However, it's Thanksgiving and I'm in a giving mood. The stakes are high for this years first annual Turkey Bowl and we certainly don't want one side having an advantage over the other - and given the fact that you're already carrying the biggest prize in professional wrestling... I'm going to grant your request. You have the evening off, Terry.

Terry walks out of the office with a sullen look on his face. The camera cuts to ringside.

Harvey: Well, with both Terry Marvin and Biggs out of our next Elimination Tag Match, it looks like it'll be three on three!

Paige: The following contest is a Three-on-Three Elimination Tag Match, where the survivors will be moving onto the Battle Royale later tonight!

“Shooting Star” by Black Stone Cherry begins to play as the fans cheer loudly. C.J. Gates, Mark Mania and Nick Watson make their way from the back to a thunderous reaction from the crowd. Mania and Watson have their title belts around their waists.

Paige: Making their way to the ring first, at a combined weight of 648 pounds, the team of C.J. Gates, the APW Xtreme Champion Nick Watson, and the APW Overdrive Champion, Mark Mania!

The three fan favorites are slapping fives with the fans as Level-One comes rushing from behind them with a steel chair in hand! He wallops C.J. in the back of the head with the chair, and Michael Callahan and Kurt Noble are out in short order to join in the brawl on the ramp!

Harvey: Yet another sneak attack from Level-One here tonight!

Chase: That's been his M-O all night long, and it very well could help his team get the victory here tonight! Remember, the bell hasn't been rung yet! All of this is perfectly legal!

With C.J. down on the ramp, Level-One turns his attention to Nick Watson, who's fighting with Michael Callahan, while Mark Mania and Kurt Noble trade blows. Level-One winds up with the chair, and smashes it hard into the back of Watson, bringing him to his knees! Callahan chides Level-One for his use of a chair, but backs up a bit as Level-One glares at him, holding the chair up a bit to threaten Callahan! As Callahan steps back, Level-One brings the chair down on Watson again and again, leaving him laid out on the ramp alongside C.J. Gates. Level-One gives C.J. another shot for good measure, and finally, some referees have come down the ramp to try and restore order. By this point, Mania and Noble have brawled their way to the ring, with Mania getting the upper hand. He bounces Kurt's head off the apron and rolls him in, sliding in to follow him as the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Three-on-Three Elimination Tag Team Match
C.J. Gates, Mark Mania, & Nick Watson vs. Level-One, Kurt Noble, & Michael Callahan

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Harvey: And finally this match is under way!

Mania goes for a quick cover on Noble, but barely gets a one count from the ref, while Level-One and Callahan reach their team's corner. The refs are on the ramp checking to see if C.J. and Nick Watson are fit to continue, and it doesn't take long for them to conclude that they can, allowing them to take to their team's corner. All the while, Mania and Noble go back and forth punching each other in a wild brawl that hasn't seen anything resembling scientific wrestling in the slightest.

Harvey: Normally, Kurt Noble doesn't engage in straight fisticuffs, opting for a more technical approach, but ever since his attitude changed, we've been seeing a much more brutal Kurt Noble.

Kurt ducks under a Mania punch and gets behind him, pulling off a quick German Suplex. He then pulls Mark forcibly up to his feet, pulling off an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex! With Mark on the mat, Noble goes to apply a Figure Four Leg Lock, but Mania kicks him off before he can apply it! As both men get to their feet, Noble rushes in with a Clothesline, but Mania ducks it, and gives him a Roundhouse Kick to the back of the head! As Kurt falls to his knees, holding the back of his head in pain, Mark gets in front of him and pulls his head in, drilling him into the mat with a Short Snapping DDT! He shoots the half and turns Kurt onto his back, pinning him, 1
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Chase: Good teamwork by Level-One there. That's what you call synergy!

Harvey: Mark Mania certainly didn't land too well on the outside. It looks like he hit face first! Noble draws the attention of the ref while Level-One hops off the apron and begins to beat down Mania at ringside! As the ref begins to turn back, Callahan alerts Level-One and he pulls Mania up, rolling him back into the ring. C.J. and Watson protest from their corner, but the ref didn't see any foul play, so there's nothing he can do about it. With Mania dazed, Noble pulls him up to his feet, pulls him into a Reverse DDT position, and pulls off the Noble Neckbreaker, turning Mania onto his back and hooking both legs, 1
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Eliminated: Mark Mania

Harvey: And with that, we have our first elimination. Give a big assist to Level-One on that one!

C.J. Gates enters the ring, and nails Noble from behind with Running Dropkick! This sends Noble stumbling forward into the ropes, and Callahan reaches over to tag himself in! The wrestling politician is quickly greeted with some Forearm Shots from C.J. Gates before getting whipped into the ropes and receiving a Spinning Heel Kick on the rebound! C.J. goes for the quick cover, 1
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Callahan rolls his shoulder up! C.J. gives him a few hard punches to the face before standing up and deliver Guillotine Leg Drop! He gets back to his feet and delivers another! Callahan is reeling on the mat as C.J. rises to his feet once more and goes for another Guillotine Leg Drop, only to have Callahan roll out of the way at the last second! Callahan is up quick and gives C.J. a few Closed Fist Punches to the temple before the ref admonishes him. Callahan feigns innocence with the ref before turning back to C.J., pulling him up and in to deliver a Backbreaker! The duly elected wrestling Representative then mounts C.J. and unloads with a volley of lefts and rights before dragging C.J. to his corner and tagging in Level-One!

Chase: Oh, this could be really bad for C.J., especially after what transpired earlier tonight between the two!

Level-One looks down at C.J. with a sadistic grin on his face before giving him a hard stomp right to the sternum! Level-One leaves his boot on C.J.'s chest, pressing down with all his might! He'd be pinning C.J. if not for the fact that C.J.'s feet were kicking into the ropes, and the ref makes the mandatory five count, with Level-One stepping off on four. The fans are booing loudly as Level-One pulls C.J. up by the head and whips him into the ropes, but cheer as C.J. ducks the attempted Big Boot, and counters with a Springboard Hurricarana, sending Level-One down to the mat! C.J. begins to crawl to his corner, and makes a lunging tag right as Level-One tries to get a hold of his leg! The fans erupt as Nick Watson comes in like a house of fire, standing toe-to-toe with Level-One, exchanging punches back and forth, with Watson eventually getting the upper hand! He backs Level-One into the ropes, pummeling him with rights and lefts before taking a few steps back and running in to nail his version of the Running Bicycle Kick, Just Kidding! The Just Kidding sends Level-One falling over the ropes to the outside, drawing loud cheers from the fans! C.J. Gates joins Watson in the ring, and gets a running start, allowing Watson to Back Body Drop him over the ropes, and drilling Level-One with a Flipping Plancha as he tries to get to his feet! Watson then grabs a hold of the top rope, and slingshots himself to the top of the rope, springboarding off with a 450 Splash to the outside! The fans gets a thunderous ”HOLY SMOKES! HOLY SMOKES!” chant going, and C.J. and Nick are energized while Noble and Callahan stare on in disbelief!

Harvey: What a combination from C.J. Gates and Nick Watson there! If they can get Level-One into the ring, they might be able to eliminate him!

C.J. and Nick pull Level-One up by the head, rolling him into the ring. Watson slides right back in, as does C.J. to run interference as Nick goes for the cover, 1
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Chase: That is a picture perfect example of the numbers game coming into play! C.J. Gates could only intercept one of the two attackers, allowing Callahan to break that count!

Noble gives C.J. a hard shot to the midsection before grabbing him by the hair and tights and tossing him through the ropes to the floor! By this point, Callahan has peeled Watson off of Level-One, and is giving him several stiff stomps to the side and back. Watson is alone in the ring with all three opponents, and when the ref tries to get Callahan and Noble out, he gets a mean mug from Level-One, giving the ref second thoughts about exercising his authority! Callahan and Noble pull Watson up, holding him up so Level-One can just slap him in the face! After a few slaps, Level-One pulls him in, hooks both arms and twists him about to lift him up and drop him down with the Level Advance! Noble and Callahan are quick to exit the ring to hold C.J. off while the ref makes the count, 1
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Eliminated: Nick Watson

Harvey: Uh-oh. It's down to Three-on-One for C.J. Gates! He's in big trouble here!

Chase: Well yeah, look who he's up against in there! Level-One, Michael Callahan, and Kurt Noble! It'll be a small miracle if he can eliminate even one of these guys!

Callahan and Noble continue to pummel C.J. on the outside before pulling him up and rolling him into the ring for Level-One. Level-One has an arrogant look on his face as he gives C.J. a few more stomps before pulling him up and placing him on his shoulders in an inverted Fireman's Carry position. Level-One begins to spin around with C.J. on his shoulders, grandstanding by letting go and having C.J. whip around him a few times before letting him fall hard to the mat!

Chase: Level-One calls that the #Hashtag! He's Celebrity Status, y'know!

Level-One nonchalantly covers C.J., laying with his shoulders across the back of Gates, 1
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Harvey: Level-One got too cocky there!

Level-One is livid as both men make their way to their feet, and in his rage, tries to pull C.J. in for a Flipping Clothesline, but C.J. ducks it and gives him a Leapfrog Bulldog, drilling L1's face into the mat! With Level-One down, C.J. quickly follows up with a Springboard Knee Drop to the small of Level-One's back, before turning him over onto his back and going for a cover, 1
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Chase: This is probably C.J.'s best chance to get Level-One eliminated! He needs to keep pressing his advantage!

C.J. pulls Level-One back up and hooks him in position for the Stamp of Approval Double Arm DDT, but before he can do it, Level-One pushes him back into the hostile corner! Noble tags himself in, and gives C.J. a rake across the eyes, breaking the double underhook. Noble and Level-One give C.J. a few hard kicks in the corner before L1 exits the ring. Noble gives C.J. a few more hard shots before whipping him hard into the opposite corner! He follows up with a Running Clothesline, and as C.J. stumbles out of the corner, Kurt takes him down with a Running Bulldog! He goes for the pin, 1
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Harvey: C.J. just won't give up!

Chase: It might be better for him if he just did, because with the opposition he's up against, he knows he's going to get hurt!

Kurt is starting to lose his cool, and he angrily pulls C.J. to his feet, yelling at him the whole time. Kurt then whips C.J. hard into the turnbuckle, but C.J. hops up onto the top rope and in a flash, takes Kurt down with a Whisper in the Wind! C.J. then quick runs to knock Callahan and Level-One off the apron, and as Kurt is making his way back up, C.J. gives him a swift kick to the gut followed by the Market Crash! He pins Kurt Noble, 1
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Eliminated: Kurt Noble

Harvey: One down, two to go! Can C.J. pull off the impossible here tonight!?

Chase: If he can keep this up, he very well may be able to!

Kurt rolls out of the ring as Callahan is quick to slide in. He's on C.J. like stink on poo, stomping the living daylights out of him! He pulls C.J. up and takes him back down with a Good Ol' Piledriver, the GOP! He mounts C.J. again, giving him some more punches. Level-One then begins to enter the ring to try and distract the ref, allowing Callahan to choke C.J. mercilessly! Callahan lets go and goes back to punching C.J. as the ref turns around, but Level-One again distracts the ref by trying to enter the ring, allowing Callahan to go back to the choke! The fans are in an uproar, and this time, the ref catches Callahan, yelling at him to let go of the hold! Callahan releases at four, and gets up to his feet, telling the ref he's innocent the entire way up. C.J. is coughing as he regains his breath, and Callahan pulls C.J. up, whipping him into the hostile corner. Callahan then yells out, “My contact! I lost my contact!” and grabs a hold of the ref's shirt, demanding that he helps him find his contact lens! The ref shrugs his shoulders and obliges, getting down on all fours with Callahan, and searching for it!

Harvey: Have you ever seen anything so ridiculous in your life!? Does Callahan even wear contacts!?

Chase: What, would you expect him to wrestle in glasses!?

While the ref and Callahan search for the contact lens that may or may not actually exist, Level-One uses the tag rope to choke C.J. Gates some more! The fans are booing at the top of their lungs, and after a few moments, the ref gets wise to Callahan's ploy, turning back to catch Level-One in the act! The ref admonishes the Celebrity Status Mega Star, as Level-One claims that he didn't do it! While this argument is taking place, C.J. drives his Elbow back into the throat of Level-One, knocking him off the apron! C.J. then explodes out of the corner with a Spinning Wheel Kick on Callahan that takes the wrestling representative down! The fans are on their feet as C.J. mounts the top turnbuckle, but are deflated as Level-One gets back up onto the apron and shoves him off, sending him crashing into the mat! Callahan pulls C.J. up by the head, then drops him with the Landslide Election, going for the cover, 1
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Winners: Michael Callahan & Level-One[/center]

Paige: Here are your winners, moving on to the Battle Royale, Level-One and Michael Callahan!

“Mid Life Crisis,” by Faith No More, hits the speakers as the ref raises Level-One and Michael Callahan's arms in victory. Level-One then heads outside of the ring and grabs a bag from the timekeeper's table, pulling out his camcorder! He slides back into the ring and stands over C.J., mocking him as he records the whole thing! Callahan mounts the near turnbuckle and waves to the fans, giving a big thumbs up to the crowd before hopping back down.

Harvey: A valiant effort from C.J. Gates, but the numbers game was just too much for him here tonight!

Chase: Callahan and Level-One worked extremely well as a team here tonight, but in just a few short moments, they'll be opponents in the Battle Royale! Who will win the title shot later tonight? It's down to Evan Envi, Aubrey J. Parker, Michael Callahan and Level-One!

[Johnny Rebel]

Harvey: We're back and it's time for our main event of the evening! We have four competitors left here with the chance to take home the Turkey Bowl and a future title chance!

Chase: Level-One, Michael Callahan, Aubrey J. Parker and Evan Envi - all four major megastars here in the APW!

Harvey: Something tells me Biggs would have been involved here as well if it wasn't for Level-One's ruthless attack earlier! Let's get to the ring for our introductions!

The camera switches to the ring where Nicky Paige is standing in the middle of the ring with the referee standing next to her, holding a six-foot trophy with a turkey engraved on the top.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall, and is the main event of the evening! Coming to the ring first...

Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again...!"

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

Paige: Representing Hollywood, California, weighing in at 212 lbs... Evan Envi!

Evan, with a running start, hops up onto the apron on one-knee and slides across with a sickening grin on his face before hopping up to stand atop the turnbuckles, screaming out to the jeering fans. The "Mega Mega Star" finally hops down into the ring and hands the ring jacket to the referee, scolding him to be careful with it before he stretches, awaiting combat.

Paige: His opponent...

The haunting and brief vocals of Tina Malia penetrate the arena through its sound system and the crowd erupts as "Nothing Has Been Broken" by Bassnectar blares throughout the arena, causing neon strobes to dance through the crowd. Their reaction only grows louder as Aubrey J. Parker steps out onto the ramp, standing with a hand on her hip as she surveys the masses.

Paige: Representing Pleaston, California, and weighing in at 129 lbs., Aubrey J. Parker!

With a small nod and a smile, 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 pressed to her lips before blowing a long and sensual kiss to the audience, earning a series of cheers from many men and women alike. She steps into the ring and the camera pans out to show her reveling in the adulation of the APW faithful. She makes her way to the turnbuckles, hopping onto them to continue playing to the lively audience before her music inevitably fades and she prepares for competition.

Paige: Coming to the ring next...

GO ON AND WRING MY NECK LIKE WHEN A RAG GETS WET
A LITTLE DISCIPLINE FOR MY PET GENIUS
MY HEAD IS LIKE LETTUCE
GO AHEAD AND DIG YOUR THUMBS IN
I CANNOT STOP GIVING
I'M THIRTY SOMETHING

The chorus and the whining guitar strum of Faith No More's “Midlife Crisis” hits the speakers. The crowd immediately roar their disapproval as “The American Hero” Michael Callahan makes his prideful stride out of the curtains and into the spotlight for all to see. Jeering and heckling are the symphony to Callahan's very unmusical footsteps as he makes a slow, smirking, sauntering, almost menacing descent down the entrance ramp towards the ring, his hand wrapped tightly around his trusty signed baseball bat “Martinez” that you know he has every intention of using at some point during the evening.

Paige Ladies and gentlemen... The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Kelso, Washington State, weighing in at two hundred and twenty nine pounds... he is history's only ever Pro Life Champion... MICHAEEEEEEEEEEEL... CALLAHAAAAAAAAN!

Michael takes the long way around the ring making sure to smirk at all of his adoring constituents, heading towards the opposite set of ring stairs to make his ascent towards the ring and savour the crowds heated response to his arrival. As he scales the ring steps, he points the baseball bat like a conductors wand at the announcers before setting the bat down across the top step. He wipes his feet on the ring apron then climbs into the ring slowly, crossing his head and his heart as he takes up position in the corner and awaits his opponents.

Paige: And finally...

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

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

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

Over the Top-Rope Battle Royal
Evan Envi vs. Aubrey J. Parker vs. Michael Callahan vs. Level-One

The bell rings and immediately Level-One charges at Callahan with a giant boot across the chin, as Envi and AJP lock horns at the other end of the ring.

Harvey: Just as we expected, Johnny! Mayhem!

Chase: Come on, Level-One! APW needs a true megastar back on top here... enough of this Terry Marvin mularky!

Callahan is back up on his feet and returns the favor to Level-One. They lock up, and Callahan floats behind Level-One and gets him in a rear waistlock. L1 elbows Callahan in the head causes him to drop the hold. Level-One grabs him in a side facelock, but Callahan slowly pushes the former APW Undisputed champion against the ropes and shoves him off and to the ropes on the other side of the ring. Level-One comes back with a full head of steam and attempts to clothesline Callahan over the top rope, but Callahan ducks underneath and sends Level-One rebounding off the ropes again. Callahan leaps up for a huge dropkick but Level-One is one step ahead of him and holds on to the ropes preventing himself from running face first in to Callahan's boots. Callahan crashes to the mat as Level-One crouches down in the corner avoiding contact with any other megastar and preserving his energy for the rest of the match.

Harvey: Callahan vs. Level-One is a dream match that APW fans would be drooling over... only on Thanksgiving do we get to see the two of them lock horns!

Chase: On paper, they are pretty evenly matched, Darren. Level-One has had a greater APW career but Callahan has an impressive resume!

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Envi and AJP are battling for control. Envi gets off a quick arm wrench, and wrenches it again. Showing that she isn't a slouch in the ring, AJP reverses it into an arm wrench of her own, really bearing down on Envi's arm. Evan walks in to the ropes, but AJP pulls up hard keeping him from getting there. Envi tries to mule kick AJP to break the hold, but AJP has perfect distance, keeping him at bay, and really wrenching down tightly. When she is satisfied that the damage has been done, she seizes the opportunity and brings him to the mat with a massive clothesline. She pulls him up and hooks him up for a quick snap suplex, and pops back up, just in time to be scooped up and dropped on the mat by Level-One.

Harvey: Have to keep your head on a swivel in these types of matches, folks, or you'll get your block knocked off!

Chase: I could deal with a headless Aubrey J. Parker, Darren. You're the only person here that would cover your eyes.

Level-One peels her up off the mat and throws her over his shoulder and tries to rocket her over the top rope and down to the floor. AJP reaches out and grabs the top-rope with everything that she has as L1 doesn't relent, launching her in the air, with each burst of energy shooting her a little higher up in the air. Callahan dives at Level-One's knees causing the tussle to come to an end as AJP's throat comes crashing down across the top rope and Level-One to roll around on the ground in agony.

Harvey: You never know what you're going to see in a battle royal of this magnitude! Callahan is helping Aubrey J. Parker... never thought I'd say that line!

Chase: What a stupid move, Darren, they could have worked together to eliminate her!

It's now Envi's turn to start to inflict some damage as he immediately goes to work on a downed Level-One. Rebel stomps away at the lower back of the former champion, and taunts him during the entire exchange. Level-One eventually rolls away and tries to get to his feet before being met with a kick to the stomach from Envi, followed by a gut-wrench power bomb dropping him hard on his back. Evan peels him up quickly and lifts him for a side suplex in the middle of the ring. He stomps away at him a few times before backing up to the turnbuckle. He hops up on the second rope and quickly flies off landing an elbow drop right across the chest of L1. Level-One rolls around grabbing on to his chest as Envi stalks after him. Showing his smarts inside the ring, Level-One rolls to the outside of the ring, underneath the bottom rope and waves off Envi, as to say "I'm done with you!" Level-One's actions draw a stoppage in the ring as all three stop to look at him.

Chase: What a brilliant move by a brilliant man, Darren! The other three are insanely jealous that they didn't think of it first!

Aubrey J. Parker leans over the top rope and laughs at Level-One, opening mocking him, while holding the top and middle ropes open to get him back in the ring. Callahan and Envi look at one another and nod before double dropkicking her in the ribs and sending her through the middle ropes, landing hard on the concrete floor. It's L1's turn to laugh now as AJP lays at his feet. He scoops her up and rolls her back in the ring, as Callahan picks her up while tugging at her hair and pushing her back up against the ropes. Envi charges at the two of them signaling that the short term partnership has expired but Callahan has enough sense to avoid him - and Envi levels Aubrey and sends her flying over the top rope and on to the floor.

ELIMINATED - AUBREY J. PARKER

Level-One returns the favor and taunts the eliminated Parker, as he rolls back in the ring and returns to action. Envi and Callahan have resumed pummeling one another while Level-One skates behind Michael and sends him over the top with a belly-to-back suplex. Envi drops an elbow on Callahan, and the two-on-one attack continues, with both men picking Michael back up to his feet. Evan whips Callahan in to the corner and Level-One comes flying in with a big splash in the corner than sends Michael stumbling about - until Envi whips him again in to the other side of the ring, this time the force draws Callahan to the mat, and he baseball slides crotch first in to the steel post! The crowd groans as Callahan grabs the family jewels, as Envi dips underneath the bottom rope - a perfectly legal move in a battle royal and flips Callahan over so that he's facing up. Evan tugs at Callahan's legs which sends him again racking himself on the metal post, while inside the ring, Level-One adds insult to injury by raking the eyes of Callahan with the toe of his boot. Evan grabs Michael's legs and wraps it around the post over and over again - causing Callahan to shriek out in pain! Evan is relentless in his attack, eventually grabbing Callahan's other leg, and hooking in a figure four leglock around the post as Envi hangs on with everything he has as Level-One tugs on Callahan's shoulders to add additional leverage. Michael Callahan is screaming out as the referees stand-by considering it's a legal move.

Harvey: They are going to break Michael Callahan in half here before this match is over. It does make perfect sense - Callahan hasn't made many friends here in the APW!

Chase: I'm really starting to like Evan Envi. He's becoming more dangerous by the minute!

Envi finally lets go, and rolls back in the ring, celebrating his destruction of Michael Callahan. Level-One walks up beside him, picks up his wrist, and raises his arm in victory as the two have essentially eliminated Callahan from the competition. The former Undisputed champion points to Envi as they face each side of the crowd when all of the sudden he snaps Envi's arm down and jacks him underneath the chin a couple of hard European uppercuts. The shots send Envi stammering backwards eventually landing against the ropes as Level-One charges, looking to put the finishing touches on Envi with a big boot, but Evan ducks at the last second and Level-One ends up halfway hanging over the top rope. He's wise enough to hold himself from being racked himself on the top rope and steps through so he's standing on the apron, vulnerable, but safe from the effects of the cables. Evan sees that he has Level-One reeling and lunges forward but Level-One drops down to the apron, pulling the top rope down with him, and sends Envi flying over the ropes - but not falling all the way over, laying prone over to the top rope. Callahan, who has regained enough composure to get back to his feet, shoves Envi's legs over the top rope and down on to the floor.

ELIMINATED - EVAN ENVI

Level-One rolls back in the ring, as Callahan backs up towards the corner turnbuckle, in a seated position, and using every possible second to catch his breath.

Harvey: Then there were two! Level-One and Michael Callahan are the last two standing.

Chase: There is zero chance that Callahan has anything left to fight against perhaps one of the greatest megastars in APW history! They did quite a number on Callahan before Envi was eliminated.

Harvey: Don't be fooled, Johnny! Callahan has carved out quite a niche for himself here and he has a chance to make a major impact here tonight!

Callahan uses the ropes to pull himself up and the two stare at one another from across the ring. Callahan limps to the middle of the ring where L1 is waiting, and the two lock-up, with Level-One using his size advantage to push Callahan back towards the corner ropes. He whips Callahan across the ring but his legs simply give way and he falls face first in to the mat, holding on to the back of his left leg. Level-One flashes a grin on his face seeing an injured opponent... and immediately goes to work. He picks up Callahan, who is now hobbling on one leg, and scoops him up for a side-suplex, holding him place, almost as if he's openly mocking his opponent before dropping him hard on the mat. He drives his forearm across the bridge of Callahan's nose, driving Callahan's head sideways, before spinning around and placing his knee in the small of Callahan's back. He grabs Michael's hands and pulls backwards, as Callahan yelps out in pain. Level-One is firmly in control as the crowd voices their displeasure in seeing the former champion act with such arrogance. He wrenches tightly one last time and drops Callahan's arms to the mat, and the former Pro-Life Champion rolls to the middle of the ring, trying desperately to get away from Level-One, who is now in the process of climbing the turnbuckle and sitting on the middle rope.

Harvey: Here's where Level-One ends the match, Johnny! We don't see him go to the ropes often... but when he does, look out!


Level-One leaps off with a frog splash but Callahan gets his knees up at the last possible second! The fans erupt in approval as both men writhe around the ring... but Callahan is using his last bit of energy to make a surge. They both eventually find their way back up to their feet and meet in the middle of the ring - and trade some serious blows! Rights, lefts, with neither man gaining the advantage. Level-One tries to cheat with a poke to the eyes but Callahan sees it coming from a mile away and ducks out of the way. The momentum carries Level-One forward in to the grasp of Callahan, who flips him over with a belly to belly suplex! Callahan rolls through and hops on Level-One, applying a crossfire which Level-One desperately struggles to get out of. Callahan holds on with everything that he has as Level-One reaches for the ropes, finally getting a hand on it, but there isn't a referee to break the hold. Callahan releases when Level-One begins to slip out of the hold and Callahan beats him up to his feet. He pushes L1 in to the corner and the crowd "oohs" as he slaps the chest of his opponent, and follows it with three more.

Harvey: A classic struggle here. Who's going to win, Johnny? Hey, what...

Darren Harvey looks over to see Johnny Chase frantically shoveling a turkey leg in his mouth. The crowd goes crazy at the sight of a bandaged Biggs shooting down the aisle, and immediately locks eyes on Level-One in the middle of the ring. The storied history between the two can be seen on their eyes - and Biggs will stop at nothing to get his hands on the Level-One after what was done to him earlier in the evening. However, the referees step in-between and cut off Biggs' beeline to the ring and hold him back. Meanwhile, Callahan has one of Level-One's legs up and over the top rope. He gets underneath his lower back and uses his last big of strength to get the much bigger man up and over the ropes. He lands on the apron as Callahan finishes the job with a dropkick to the jaw that sends Level-One down to the mat. The fans erupt but the referees are preoccupied with Biggs and don't see Level-One hitting the ground.

Harvey: This one is over, Johnny! Level-One's feet hit the ground and Callahan should be our winner!

Chase: Hey, the referees didn't see it - Biggs is still fighting to try and get Level-One!

Callahan is desperately waving his arms trying to get the attention of one of the referees but it's of no avail. Level-One is back up and slides in the ring, launching Callahan over by the back of his neck, and landing hard on the concrete floor right next to Biggs and the referees. Biggs relents, seeing his plan backfire, and the referees find Level-One as the last man standing in the ring and immediately run over to the time keepers to ring the bell.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and 2012 Turkey Bowl winner, Level-One!

Johnny Chase drops his headset and charges in to the ring to present Level-One with the trophy and offer him a turkey leg but Level-One shoves his hand back in his face. The APW logo pops up on the lower portion of the screen as Level-One celebrates, with his video camera in hand, filming every second. C.J. Gates has joined Biggs ringside as Level-One waves the camera in their faces and tosses the trophy out to Gates, who snatches it out of the air, and slams it on the ground. Overdrive fades out with a "Happy Thanksgiving" dancing in orange lettering.