Meltdown - Albany, NY - November 26, 2012

[Evan De Parker]

The Meltdown crowd is pumped up as the show theme plays while we get a spectacular view of the Albany, New York audience.

The cheers are almost deafening as we pan around looking at the different crowd signs. “WE LOVE YOU LOGAN!”, “I’m gonna be the new Dark Match Champion”, and “Mr. Duvall is a Bloody Toole.”

And speaking of the devil, Alexander Duvall opens up this show from the middle of the ring to boos from the crowd. He smiles and waits for them to quiet down. He leans against the turnbuckleap, yawns, and checks his watch, signifying that he’s got all day. As the crowd begins to settle, He smiles brightly.

Duvall: Hello good people of…..wherever the hell we are. It’s so nice to be here… or it isn’t, either way. I have some very exciting news, and while I’d like to deliver that news somewhere that isn’t on People magazine’s most unlivable locations, I just cannot hold my excitement.

The crowd boos loudly!

West: How dare he bash these people of Albany New York. He’s not even from this country, what right does he have to talk?

Harris: Shut it Shane… This man signs your pay checks. Better yet, keep talking, maybe he’ll replace you with a nice pair of breasts!

Duvall: I told you all, when I came aboard, that I would make MELTDOWN the premier brand of APW, far outshining Overdrive and Asylum. But the other two GM’s have come up with a conspiracy plan to take my best talent away just when I need them both. It doesn’t matter though, I can work even with those most void of true ability….as you can clearly see!

More Boos from the crowd.

Duvall: See, I have accomplished something Reginald and Rebel couldn’t hope to accomplish. I have brought a HUGE showcase matchup to meltdown. In two weeks time, a member of a sister Fed will travel to Meltdown to have a massively awaited show down with a member of APW’s roster.

West: Whoa…. THAT’S HUGE!

Duvall: I am very proud to announce a partnership with Code Red Wrestling’s Talon Wilkinson. On December 10, we will all welcome Code Red Wrestling superstar Buck Dempsey!!!!

The crowd erupts into cheers.

Harris: NOT THAT GUY! He’s the man who’s going after APW’s own EVAN ENVI in a couple weeks, then he’s going to turn around and come here?

Duvall: And his opponent will be none other than... APW UNDISPUTED CHAMPION TERRY MARVIN!

“HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!”

West: My god… what a HUGE blockbuster! That’s going to be amazing!

Harris: I TOLD you to trust in Alexander Duvall Shane! He’s going to make us all superstars.

Duvall: But Wait, there’s more. You see, APW upper management has decided to take my Tag Team Tournament and finish it at Christmas Chaos….but they also said, foolishly, that no other Meltdown Megastar is eligible compete. I know. I know.

The crowd boos loudly as Duvall shakes his head.

Duvall: Yes, a travesty to be sure. But never fear. Being the superior booker that I am, I’ve decided that Meltdown is TOO big for the PPV. Instead we will be holding our very own mega blockbuster event… A MELTDOWN SUPERSHOW, the night before Christmas Chaos!

More cheers erupt from the fans.

West: WOW! More big news.

Harris: This guy is nothing but gold Shane, solid gold!

Duvall: I know, I am something of a genius. I just wish I had the high caliber talent on my roster to go with my amazing ideas. Oh well… I guess I’ll make due with what I’ve got. Enjoy the show folks, I’m sure that it’s the only thing you have to brighten your otherwise depressing days!

The crowd boos loudly again as Duvall leaves the ring.

West: Massive news there by our new General Manager.

Harris: Diamond would have NEVER had the balls to do something that amazing!

West: And now it’s time to start this edition of Meltdown. We’ve got a big show for you folks and a lot on our plate so let’s cut the small talk and get right into the action. So without further ado…

As the opening of the song starts to play, the video flashes on the tron of a camera panning up a grassy hill at night slowly until it gets to the top, panning from left to right, lightning flashing in the sky as the opening guitar rift plays. Niobe appears on the hilltop, standing with her legs shoulder width apart, arms down at her sides as she slowly makes her way down the hill before breaking into a run just as the beginning lyrics play...

'Nightmare!
Now your nightmare comes to life...'

Harris: Are ya ready for it, Shane?!

West: For what?!

Harris: The return of my personal fantasy, Niobe Martin!

Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides.

'Dragged you down below
Down to the devils show
To be his guest forever
Peace of mind is less than never..'

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first on her way to the ring, weighing 125 pounds from Los Angeles, California... Niobe 'Nightmare' MAAAARTIN!

As the lyrics of the song continue to play, she drops her arms and walks down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. She stands up and throws off the hood of her jacket, pointing a finger at the crowd with a smile.



Lights dim way down as strobes go off and fog fills the stage, all in unison with Iron Man’s theme as it hits and the fans scream at the top of their lungs for The Great One. The Titan Tron shows images of different points in Iron Man's career and the word "Champion" flashes across the screen, showing Iron Man with the World Title. The word "Hero" flashes next with the images of Iron Man returning. The words "Hall of Famer" flash after that with images of Iron Man at the Hall of Fame ceremony. Finally, the word "Legend" flashes with a shot of Iron Man up in the turnbuckle with his fist in the air as the crowd is cheering for him. After a few seconds, Iron Man, hand in hand with Missy walk through the fog as huge machine gun pyros blast on stage. Iron Man raises Missy’s hand in the air as he admires her as she slowly twirls.

Paige: And her opponent, weighing 275 pounds, from Dallas, Texas, 'The Iron Man' JIMMMY IIIICE!

hey then walk hand in hand down the ramp as both of them interact with fans on the way to the ring. Iron Man climbs up on the apron and holds the ropes for Missy as she leans over and slowly bends between the ropes and into the ring. Iron Man releases the ropes and walks on the apron to the turnbuckle where he climbs it and raises his fist in the air as Missy cheers him on. Flash bulbs erupt as Iron Man poses. He then steps down as Missy still cheers him on and walks across the ring, slapping Missy on the ass along the way as she laughs playfully and does the same pose on the opposite turnbuckle. Flash bulbs erupt again as the crowd is deafening for him. He finally jumps down and gets a long kiss from Missy, to more cheers from the crowd. Missy steps out of the ring as Iron Man prepares for his match.

Harris: Who's the chick with Ice?

West: I believe her name is 'Missy'.

Harris: This guy might be worth talking about after all, ha!

West: And our match is underway!

Niobe "Nightmare" Martin vs Jimmy Ice

Ice smirks at Niobe and offers his hand for a handshake. She looks at him uneasily for a moment and then accepts his handshake earning a small pop for the crowd before Ice tries to lock up with her. The smaller Niobe knows better and hits the ropes, coming back quickly for a Discus Back Elbow, but Ice avoids the vicious maneuver by inches, angling his head back. He catches Niobe mid spin and hits a Side Effect, (otherwise known as the Ice Effect)! He goes for a pin, but Niobe rolls onto her stomach and back to her feet. She tries to fight him off with chops to the chest but Ice Irish Whips her across the ring and then hits a Spinebuster, hooking both legs.

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West: Niobe is outweighed by at least 150 pounds here so it's no wonder that she might be struggling against newcomer Jimmy Ice.

Harris: I'm not entirely sold on this Ice guy. Niobe's been here before, even if only for a little bit, so she's seen some things that Ice just hasn't been exposed to in APW. She's no stranger to fighting grown men, and I kind of want to see an upset. I want to see a grown man get embarrassed.

Ice lifts Niobe up and shoots her across the ring into the turnbuckles, but Niobe pushes herself up using pure upper-arm strength and hits Ice with a Headscissors Takedown bringing him to the center of the ring! Ice rolls to one knee and then to his feet while Niobe runs at him and dives over him for a Sunset Flip! Ice rolls through however and rebounds off the ropes before hitting a low Clothesline that flattens Martin when she tries to get to her feet! The crowd groans sympathetically but they cheer as Ice goes out to the turnbuckles and sails off the top for a Diving Leg Drop but Niobe moves at just the last moment! She gets to her feet a second before Ice and runs to the ropes hitting a Springboard Hurricanrana! She pins him to the mat.

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Harris: If Niobe beats a dude more than twice her size here tonight, do we call it an upset?

West: I don’t know about that. Niobe’s good and when you have a roster full of women that are notorious for taking it to our men in the ring, you can’t be surprised by this stuff!

Ice beats Niobe to their feet and swings at her as she comes at him after shooting the ropes but she comes back a second time and hits a Dropkick to his left thigh. The shock jolts Ice’s leg and he falls to his knees in perfect position for Niobe “Nightmare” Martin to try to synch in the Crossface, but Ice rolls through and overpowers her, pushing her off. Niobe goes for an Enziguiri, but Ice grabs both of her legs and catapults her into the turnbuckles! Niobe holds onto the turnbuckles though and turns around on the top. Ice winks at Missy who points to the corner, worried at ringside. Startled, he turns around and Niobe flies off for a beautiful Dragonrana! She tries to flip Ice into the pin but he pulls her back up onto his shoulders and delivers a Sit-Out ¾ Powerbomb! Niobe folds up dangerously and Ice pushes her onto her back before hooking her legs while Missy applauds on the outside.

Harris: Well, Missy sure seems happy.

West: Good God, Niobe landed on the back of her neck!

Harris: Jimmy Ice might win here!

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The crowd cheers for Martin as she kicks out and Ice looks impressed. Missy looks worried but continues to applaud her man from the outside as he hoists Martin up and Irish Whips her with such velocity into the corner that she shakes and falls to her stomach from the impact. Ice hoists her up onto his shoulders and positions her on the top turnbuckle. He climbs to the top and tries to hit a Superplex but Martin fights him off with chops and punches until she finally hits an elbow to the eye that knocks Ice to the ground. Niobe stands up on the top rope and hits a Shooting Star Press! She hooks Jimmy Ice’s outside leg and grapevines the near one.

West: She calls that Phantasm Horror!

Harris: Oooh, sounds kinda dirty, now doesn’t it?

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Nicky Paige: Here is your winner, Niobe “Nightmare” Martin!

“Nightmare” hits the audio system again and Niobe celebrates her victory at ringside, earning a disgusted look from Jimmy’s manager, Missy. Niobe gives her a smirk and bumps past her as she slaps the hands of a few fans, making her way up the ramp toward the back, before Missy slides into the ring to check on Jimmy Ice who is getting back to his feet.

West: Impressive win by Niobe Martin tonight, but Jimmy Ice nearly had it a few times!

Harris: I wonder if he’s embarrassed. He lost to a girl that wasn’t even half his size!

West: Anything can happen in APW, Dick.

Harris: Haha, Ice’s girlfriend looks good when she’s upset. What’d you say her name was? Christy? Krissy?

West: Jeez...

*COMERCIAL BREAK*

[Evan De Parker]

“Reach for the Stars” begins to play through the arena PA system and without any other fanfare, Logan Alexander, dressed in his usual ring attire but clearly without the North American championship, strides out from the entryway and starts making his way down to ringside. He’s wasting no time with acknowledging the fans as he heads to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope.

West: It looks like the newly crowned North American champion is all business as he comes out here to the ring, and without the championship to boot.

Harris: Well… he’s lacking a few other things that he usually wears out to the ring as well. Maybe he just forgot them. You’d figure he’d be in a much better mood though, don’t you think? He’s the big star now.

West: You might figure that… but he’s been very team focused since his arrival in APW. One has to wonderpri what the match last week has done to M&M.

Harris: Well you know what? Sometimes you have to step on the people you work with in order to get ahead. How do you think I got here?

Logan crosses the ring and leans through the ropes on the other side to ask for a microphone from Nicky Paige. She obliges him and he moves back into the ring and stands, before moving back to the middle of the ring. “Reach for the Stars” dies down and Logan raises the mic to his mouth.

LA: It’s been seven days ladies and gentlemen… seven whole days since I was ‘placed’ atop the Meltdown roster as ‘champion’. I’m sure as most of you have noticed out here right now… I am lacking one very important item as I stand before you all. That one thing is what should distinguish me as the North American champion… but after the events of last week I can barely stomach the thought of looking upon that belt in private, to say nothing about attempting to ‘proudly’ display it in an arena.

The fans don't seem to know yet whether to react negatively or positively and buzz among themselves, before Logan goes on.

LA: You can look all around the Meltdown roster and you could ask every single person back there if they would want to be where I am right now. I’m pretty sure that you would have nothing but a loud chorus of affirmatives coming back at you from every single one of them. Under most circumstances, I would be one of those people as well… but here tonight as I apparently stand at the top of the mountain, I feel hollow. I have no great joy or pride. I have no urge to come out here and proclaim that I am the standard bearer of Meltdown as its champion. Right now, I’d be more likely to slap the taste out of the first person who tried to congratulate me about my ‘win’ last week.

The new champion's audacity earns a pop from the audience, but he quickly goes back to speaking.

LA: Instead of reveling in my victory, I can only stand here alone and contemplate the loss that has been suffered by my partner last week.

He lowers the microphone and glances around at the crowd. There is a lull for a few moments and then he resumes speaking.

LA: Aubrey J. Parker was the most deserving person to carry the North American championship in months. She proved that one month ago by outlasting the best that Meltdown had to offer. And for her reign to end the way it did last week was an utter travesty! I had no intention of being a part of it either, but I know I played a role in events last week however unwittingly, but I wasn’t going to come out here this week with the championship around my waist and pretend that my victory was legitimate. I have way too much integrity, respect for Aubrey, and respect for myself to do any differently.

She didn’t lose the championship last week by being beaten by a better opponent, she lost last week because our esteemed general manager decided that he needed to get involved in our business and try to screw up one of the best damn things he had going for his brand in order to appease the wretch that stands beside him as his new assistant. He decided that he needed to degrade his brand’s only championship by inserting an unnecessary element into what would have been a show stealing match regardless, and guarantee that the championship would be tarnished as a result. And then as the coup de grace, he probably had two draft selections for Aubrey and me sitting on his desk, ready to go, so that he could ship off the loser off before they had a chance to be any more of a problem for him.

On top of that, it seemed like our match was to be a who’s who of people wanting to mix things up with us in the ring. Amy Zing apparently got lost last week as she somehow found her way into the ring during my match. Amy… you made two very big mistakes last week. One, you showed up were you absolutely didn’t belong, and two, you hung around long enough for me to deal with you. I don’t give a damn what issues you have with my partner, you stuck your nose in my business and I don’t take kindly to that at all, so you’d better watch your step from here on out or you’re going to have much worse problems to worry about.

Envikado had the same issue it seemed. Evan is suffering from another inferiority complex due to being rendered meaningless to Overdrive four weeks ago and Delikado came along for the ride. Let me just inform you of something Evan… remember the discussions you used to have with A.C. Smith about him only being relevant by mixing it up with you? You’re only relevant here because you’re mixing things up with Aubrey. If you want a fight, all you have to do is ask, but considering Aubrey put down four people on Overdrive last Thursday I don’t expect you to be in much of a hurry to follow up on that one. But at least that’ll let you hold true to form Evan, running from a fight you don’t think you can win has become the norm for you.

So apart from all of that which occurred last week, it appears my only duty this week is to help crown the person that will be facing me for the North American paperweight, given all the value it currently has. Regardless I will be the guest referee and I will be calling that match down the middle. As much as I would like to see Tuhoa Valo fall flat once again, it’s not going to be by my hands this week. I just hope he doesn’t have to submit again. I’ll never hear the end of it if I have to call the match to an end on that account. He’s already delusional from when I made him tap. It’ll be a conspiracy if it happens again.

But for now, I’m just going to focus on doing my job. Tonight that means I’m going to referee a match and I’m also going to do what I can to begin preparing for next week and in order for that to happen… I need to have my partner come out here.

The crowd cheers in anticipation and the camera pans to the top of the ramp.

"A-J-P! A-J-P!"

"A-J-P! A-J-P!"

"A-J-P! A-J-P!

Their chants are transformed into roars of approval about fifteen seconds later as Bassnectar's "Nothing Has Been Broken" hits the sound system. Parker's typical theatrics play throughout the strobes and the arena...

West: Oh what the--

...But the crowd boos overwhelmingly as a woman that is not Aubrey J. Parker steps out from the curtains. It is Meltdown's new administrative consultant, Sienna Harrison. Sienna makes her way down the ramp with a microphone in hand. She is clad in a black dress and her hair is pulled back behind her head in a ponytail as she strides to ringside, allowing Parker's music to fade as she raises the mic to her lips and looks up at Logan.

Sienna: What... Not who you were expecting?

The crowd boos but Sienna shrugs a little and maintains eye contact with the new North American Champion.

Sienna: I wanted to come out here and be the first person to congratulate you on your win, Logan.

There is a deep "Ooooohhhh!" from the crowd as they recall Logan's threat just a few minutes prior.

LA: I'll just add that one to your ever growing tab. So to what do I owe this unfortunate turn of events?

Sienna: As the North American Champion, Logan, I feel that you're entitled to the truth. The facts. And with Mr. Duvall being caught up in a conference at the moment, he's entrusted me with the task of relaying some very... Hah... VERY unfortunate news about your tag team partner, Ms. Aubrey J. Parker.

LA: You're filing a preemptive lawsuit before she breaks your face?

Again, the crowd roars at Logan's comments, but Sienna just smirks, albeit bitterly, and shifts the microphone into her other hand.

Sienna: Close.

She smiles and steps closer to the ring, looking up at Logan with an eerie happiness, before motioning for somebody-- a well-dressed, folder-wielding man that had been kept off-camera at ringside up until this point in the evening. The man walks up the steel steps, ignoring the random boos and cat-calls from the crowd, and reaches into the folder, handing Logan a thin booklet of papers. Sienna laughs a bit into the microphone.

Logan rolls his eyes and takes the booklet, glancing at it.

LA: And the abridged version is?

Sienna: If you come within twenty feet of Aubrey's locker room at any point today, you'll be stripped of the North American Title and suspended indefinitely. And...

Sienna glares into the crowd which has grown increasingly more hostile.

"You suck! You suck! You suck!

"You suck! You suck!"

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Sienna: ...And that's not something Mr. Duvall and I made up for our own amusement. Check the dotted line. YOUR partner agreed to this, and signed.

Logan leafs through the booklet.

LA: Huh. So she did.

He closes the booklet and flings it through the ropes just missing Sienna with it.

LA: But don't assume that the threat of a suspension and losing the championship would deter me if I decided to do that anyway. I'll play along, because it's so adorable when you think you're in control.

Sienna smiles a bit at Logan and smiles, looking down at the booklet and then backing up the ramp.

Sienna: Oh, and Logan? Don't... Don't try to play innocent in front of all these people just because you have what you want. You're welcome for last week.

Sienna drops the microphone and winks at Logan before pivoting and marching up the ramp, her nose still high in the air in spite of the boos from the thousands in attendance. Logan lifts the microphone as Sienna walks up.

LA: Yes… thank you Sienna. And I will be sure to pay you back in full for every last thing you’ve done up to this point. Count on it.

The crowd cheers at the implications of that statement, which is enough to bring Sienna to a stop for a few moments, but she doesn’t look back. Logan slides out of the ring and tosses his mic back to Nicky, before hopping over the ring barricade and disappearing into the crowd.

West: An interesting appearance by our new North American champion… It’s clear that last week’s events have soured the relationship between these two by a whole lot more.

Harris: He’s such an ingrate. This lovely young lady does his career a huge favour, and he comes out and complains about all of it.

West: Logan Alexander isn’t one who appreciates that sort of help in his business here in APW.

Harris: He’d better change his mind real quick. He’s become a marked man both by talent and now he’s making enemies of the GM and his staff. Now with the loss of his partner, he’s going to need all the help he can get.

Amy Zing is in the locker room, stretching out before her match. Hannah Storm approches her.

Hannah Storm: Excuse me Amy? Amy Zing?

Amy stops stretching and stands up.

Hannah Storm: Amy Zing, tonight is the night when you and Aubrey J. Parker finally faceo ff. Do you have any comments?

Amy Zing: "Hannah, Aubrey and I have said all that,s needs be said,,. It's no longer time for talk, but for action. Excuse me."

With that, Amy returns to her stretching out, and we cut to Nicky Paige who stands in the ring.

Nicky Page: Our next match is scheduled for one fall introducing first coming down the Isle and weighing in at 215lbs and coming from Atlanta, Georgia Scrap.

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

Shane West: Our second match of the evening and two of our newest megastars and the first one coming out Scrap.

Dick Harris: Bow down to the King Shane, Bow down.

Shane West: Will you sit down hes not royalty is he?

Dick Harris: Say that to his first Shane I dare you!

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

His rugged attire is shrouded by a dusty poncho and his pants are tucked into a worn-in pair of workman boots. He raises his head high enough for his face to be visible by the audience, his left eyebrow raised and a grimace upon his face. He chews on a piece of straw grass, plucks it out of his mouth and flicks it off to the side.

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

Nicky Page: And his opponent weighing in at 205lbs and coming from Seminole, Texas John "Sheriff" McBride.

Shane West: Here come the new Sheriff in town is McBride gonna bring justice to The King Of ATL or will the King give him a right Royal pasting?

Dick Harris: For me this has got to be the Kings match I mean his name is Scrap and he looks like hes ready for a fight.

Scrap vs John McBride

Ding, Ding, Ding.

As the referee give the green light for the match to go ahead the two new comers lock up in the center of the ring and both men try to get the upper hand until Scrap then pushes McBride to the corner of the ring and the referee tries to break them up but Scrap then pokes McBride in the eye behind the referee's back, Scrap then gets hold of McBride and Irish whips him to the ropes and then McBride is met with a Spinning Heel Kick to the stomach and then a huge DDT rolls McBride over and goes for the cover.

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Dick Harris: Yes the king got him, what a quick win that was Shane?

Shane West: No dick McBride just got the shoulder and the fans trying to give some encouragement to McBride in this match up.

The crowd cheers loudly as McBride get the shoulder up, Scrap looking a little frustrated then backs of McBride and then stalks his opponent and runs at McBride and goes for a Flying Forearm but McBride just ducks out of the way as the crowd cheers for McBride he sneak's up from behind with Scrap still on the mat and grabs Scrap's legs and hits a Slingshot Catapult into the center of the ring Scrap bounces of the mat face first and then lands on his back flat out, McBride then drops a couple of elbow shots and then points to the top rope.

The crowd cheers loudly as McBride then lets fly with a huge flying leg drop to the throat of Scrap and then goes for the cover.

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Shane West: Oh so close from McBride but Scrap just kick out in time.

Dick Harris: God damn it is the ref even been paid to do his job that was a three count.

The crowd boo's loudly as Scrap gets the shoulder up before the count of three McBride then waits for his opponent to get to his feet and hits the "Hang em High" (Gorilla Press into an Oklahoma Slam) as the crowd cheers loudly and McBride then goes for the cover.

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Nicky Page: And here is you winner via pinfall John McBride!

Shane West: Yes the Cowboy gets the win and ties this match up great win here tonight for the newcomer.

Dick Harris: Damnit this ref is crooked! We need an investigation into this travesty of justice.

Shane West: Oh hush, you're just pissed because your man lost.

“Hang ‘em High” begins to play over the PA system and the referee holds McBride's arm high for the victory as the crowd cheers for McBride he looks down at the broken body of Scrap and we cut to a commercial.

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

[Evan De Parker]

We cut to the announce table where the cameras focus on Shane West and Dick Harris.

West: Ladies and gentlemen, we're about to take you LIVE to the backstage interview area where Hannah Storm is standing by with Envikado who is set to take on Roy Speede and Donald Deruty in the semi-final bracket for the vacant Tag Team Championships. Hannah?

We cut to the backstage area and our crowd boos heavily as we see the team, Envikado, standing before us, next to Hannah Storm. Evan stares straight at the camera while Delikado's head is on a swivel, eyes darting down each corner and corridor with an odd hybrid of paranoia and disdain.

Hannah: Thanks, guys. I'm here with Evan Envi and Delikado, and tonight, we wanted to get a few of your thoughts concerning the--

Delikado puts a hand over the microphone and sighs. He shakes his head disapprovingly at Hannah and brings her hand up to his lips.

Boss Delikado: Quit pretending your words are unique and without precedent, girl-face. Delikado has known what you were going to say since he got here. Nay, since he first emerged from the WOMB, has he known the language of you interviewing swine. Now cease with the filler, and get right down to the balls of your words!

Evan's eyes drift from his tag team partner toward Hannah and he chuckles a bit, but otherwise, remains quiet.

Hannah: Alright... I want to know what your thoughts are concerning Roy Speede and Donald Deruty's comments earlier this week.

Boss Delikado: Well it ain’t like they’re complicated people to crack. Simply put, regardin’ those two, we got ourselves a case of “U Mad?” And make no mistake…they mad. Their words, words, words, WORDS—they come off the heels of the Tag Team Tournament series Delikado’s friend Professor Odakiled has been running. Now the Professor is a good man, putting together that series for Envikado, he’s just been trying to do right by the people of APW, but the team of Deruty and Speede…they just threw a hissy fit when the video came out revealing their nature. A hissy fit that has since clouded their vision, the symptom of a terrible tag team, but that’s neither here nor there. It’s a slap in the face of good programming, to be honest. Their calls, their complaints, show just how ungrateful the people of APW are for the good we’re doing! SO MUCH GOOD!! Point is, Envikado has gotten under their skin, and it is a FACT! that me and Evan will be putting those puppies down.

Hannah: And before you guys--

Evan: He wasn't finished.

The crowd watching live from the arena boos as Evan snaps at Hannah. Hannah recoils from the verbal assault and clears her throat.

Hannah: S-Sorry...

Evan: Go ahead.

Boss Delikado: This is the kind of disrespect Delikado is talking about! It runs RAMPANT through APW!

He glares at Hannah and the camera slowly pans in on Delikado, who seems to have suddenly been stricken in a nerve.

Boss Delikado: Scuzzy sumbitch ill-mannered POOR PEOPLE, that’s what you get on Meltdown when you try to host a tournament and bring on the APW’s greatest tag team since the tag-in! At least the name’s right, “Meltdown” bout to give Delikado a meltdown with all the STUPID rampant up in this muthafudga, and Delikado’s a grown-ass man with Buddhism prayin’ and crap going on to keep him calm, he don’t get mad! That’s just the kinda pro I am, me and Evan! We ain’t got time to be dildoing this brand trying to win titles that, to be frank, belong to us because we’re so amazing.

Instead they got us fightin’ the stupid G-Mail guy and his stupid Golden Shower slobber-mouth, they got us fighting for a chance to be on the PPV, “Santa Hell” or whatever, when we should be Main Eventing the entire show with our tag titles held so, SO HIGH, and bringing goodness to all the little APWers out there! But no, none of that right now, cuz we on MELTDOWN! Who the frick even matches Meltdown!? What CHANNEL is it on?! Probably on the “LATE NIGHT PEDOPHILE OUT TOUCHING CHIL’RAN WITH A SPONGE!” channel, channel number "Q"! Anyone know we’re even on right now, anyone hear Delikado’s words or see his pretty face!? HUH?! Answer me, Storm!

Wait, no, don’t answer, because you’re just another disrespectful, non-opinion-worthy Meltdown Mo-Ron who’s gonna remain stuck in this wrestling hell, this LIMBO, for the rest of eternity when Delikado’s won his match and gone back to an APW production that isn’t streamed with a lag and fifty viruses plaguing Delikado’s anti-virus! Swear to God, nothing, and Delikado means NOTHING, LIKE A BAWSE, has EVER come out of Meltdown that was good or worthy or deserving of sharing a screen with me! And there NEVER will be! Delikado hates being here and he hates everything that Meltdown’s ever done or made! <BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP> Meltdown!

After Delikado's tirade and flashing of blurred middle fingers, the camera pans out again, revealing the face of Evan Envi, who looks at Delikado with narrowed eyes to the delight of the crowd.

Evan: Yo...

Boss Delikado: Wha-?

Evan: You realize that I'm a former member of Monday Night Meltdown, right? The original member...

The two stare at each other, Delikado looking concerned and a bit flustered, while Evan continues to look frustrated-- before Delikado laughs loudly, and Evan's look of annoyance fades into a smirk a second later.

Boss Delikado: Ahhhhh, Delikado nearly had you, boy! Good golly, Delikado swears he wasn’t sure how you’d react to that at first, hahaHA! But you know what, interview bitch, THIS is why Envikado is so good together, because we can speak freely around each other and still be guaranteed to be on the same team! That’s brotherhood right there, no wait, that’s FAMILY! We got the unity unlike all these other “tag teams” out there, and tonight we’ll prove we got ALL the traits required to win not only this tournament, and not only the tag team titles, but to win back the APW from the fiends who have tried to take it from the good guys! The REAL APW is in the building, and we’re about to raise its roof—MAKE IT RAIN…LIKE A BAWSE!!

Delikado winks at Evan as he pops a cigar into his mouth and walks off. Evan nods slowly and turns to Hannah.

Evan: Catch ya later, Hannah.

We return to ringside where Nicky Paige is standing, ready in the ring with a microphone in hand.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, he hails from Shoreline, Washington standing at 6 feet tall and weighing in at 218 pounds. Ladies and gentleman, KRUNK!

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 first, he hails from Liverpool, England standing at 6 feet 1 inch tall and weighing in at 231 pounds. Ladies and gentleman, WILLIAM “MASCARA” BLACK!

The hype of what is yet to come entices the rabid fans of APW. Pure anticipation has the crowd balancing on the edge of their seats, just attempting to imagine what will happen next. Suddenly, the industrial lights of the arena dim down before getting replaced by lighting that gives off a gold yet blueish setting to the venue. A very brief intermission from the new hue of the facility ensues, but seconds later, everything comes back to life. A huge guitar track smashes through the speakers, playing out The Prince of Masks, Mascara. The hit “Lights Out” by POD then kicks into high gear. Fans applaud instantly, appreciating his in ring tactics, though not much is known about the man outside of it.

Mascara rips the drapes open and walks out onto the stage. His head moves from side to side as he is, presumably, looking through the cheering fans. He points to a random supporter that is holding up a sign that reads, “ La cara de la nueva generaion!” as he nods his head. The luchador hops down the entrance ramp while handing out the random high five to the people near the barricades. After only a couple seconds, he reaches the ring. He leaps from the floor onto the ring apron before griping the top rope with both of his hands. Mascara squats down as he proceeds to leap up and somersault into the ring landing on his feet, showing off his gracefulness. He jogs to the turnbuckle furthest away from him and leaps onto the second rope. The spotlights shines on the Luchador's mask as it reflects a blinding light if looking at him from the right angle. Mascara hops off of the turnbuckle and leans against the ropes as he mentally prepares himself for his upcoming match.

Germaine “Krunk” Williams Vs William Black (Mascara)

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The bell rings and both men lock up and William Black is quick to get a knee in on Krunk. William Black gets a side headlock in and Krunk is quick to push him off into the ropes. William Black bounces off the ropes and comes back, taking Krunk down with a shoulder block. William Black runs off the ropes and jumps over Krunk and Krunk jumps to his feet and as William Black comes back, he gets caught with a spinning heel kick to the face and goes down to the mat and rolls to the outside.

West: Nice athleticism here by Krunk.

Harris: If William doesn’t get it together he will need mascara just to hide the damage.

William Black tries to recuperate, but Krunk runs off the ropes and suicide dives through the ropes, knocking William Black to the ground. Krunk grabs William Black up and bounces William Black’s head off the ring apron and then rolls him in. Krunk gets in and makes a cover.

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William Black tries to get up and Krunk gives him some forearm shots. William Black drops to a knee and pulls Krunk over with a firemans carry, he follows by stomping on him.

West: That CANNOT feel good.

Harris: That’ll leave a mark.

William Black picks Krunk up and puts him in the corner and delivers a chop that echo’s through the building and then gives him another before throwing him to the opposite corner. William Black runs at Krunk and crushes him with a running clothesline and Krunk falls to the mat and William Black covers him.
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West: SO CLOSE! Krunk is holding on folks.

William Black pulls Krunk up and suplexes him in the middle of the ring and locks in a rear chin lock. Krunk fights out of it and gets to his feet and elbows William Black in the stomach, forcing William Black to release the hold. Krunk runs off the ropes and comes back only to get a knee in the stomach and flips over onto the mat. William Black covers with his forearm across Krunk’s face.

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William Black body slams Krunk in the middle of the ring and then climbs to the top rope

Harris: Nothing else seems to work, he might as well go up there.

William Black leaps off with an elbow drop, but Krunk moves out of the way at the last second. Both guys get up and Krunk punches William Black to the ropes and then throws him into the ropes and takes him down with a back body drop. William Black bounces up and gets taken down with a drop kick. Black cradles his chest as Krunk climbs the ropes and taunts the crowd. He flips forward attempting the AMBITION but William Black rolls out of the way at the last second.

West: DID YOU SEE THAT!

Harris: Krunk is out cold!

William Black rolls Krunk over and lays across him.

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Your winner via Pinfall, WILLIAM “MASCARA” BLACK!
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Black rolls out of the ring, raising his fists in victories. Krunk gets to his feet, realizing what happens and looks at Black in shock. Black smirks, evilly, at Krunk before turning and disappearing to the back.

West: Time after time, Krunk comes so close, but he JUST falls short. What's he gotta do to get ahead, Dick?

Harris: He needs to hit that damn move. That's what he needs to do. He's fast, but he needs to be faster-- and smarter about the risks he takes in that ring.

A disgruntled Krunk exits the ring, but still slaps the hands of a few loyal fans as he heads to the back.

We cut to the backstage area where Sienna Harrison is seen pacing back and forth on her phone.

Sienna: You can't just keep doing whatever you want. Yes I-- no, I can't. No, I can't do that! Would you listen to me for two seconds?

Sienna groans and rubs her eyes.

Sienna: Fine. Fine. Say what you think you need to say, but if it comes back to bite you in the ass, don't expect me to hold up my end of the deal for too much longer, and DON'T expect my help in the future. Don't you dare screw this up for yourself. I will not be made to look stupid again on my own show. Got it?!

Sienna hangs up the phone but continues to pace and rub her eyes as we cut back to the announce team at ringside.

West: Time for a break, but when we return, Roy Speede and Donald Deruty take on Envikado in a Tag Team Titles semi-final match! Who becomes the first team to be confirmed for the Triple Threat match at Christmas Chaos?!

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

[Evan De Parker]

The Meltdown faithful erupt as the Jumbotron finds the team of Donald Deruty and “The Silver Lining” Roy Speede preparing for their Tag Team Tournament Match versus Envikado:

Roy Speede: "Here we go Donald, you ready to move on to the finals?"

Deruty: Don't say too much Roy. We don't know what they are going to throw at us. Lets just wait until after the match to do the celebrations.

Roy Speede: "Come on Deruty, we are here to take the vacant Tag Team Championships. Not even the experience between both Evan and Delikado can prevail against us."

Deruty: Like i said before, just calm down and relax Speede. You really need to focus.

While Deruty/Speede prepare to head out to the ring…the crowd erupts again as ”The Smooth One” William D. Williams Jr. appears on the screen!

Williams: Gentlemen, I just wanted to come out the wish you guys good luck and say thanks for having my back last week. It is much appreciated. Envi was trying to leave me in a Salem hospital last week.

Roy Speede: "Don't worry about it, Williams. Glad we could help out."

Deruty: There is no need to thank us Williams, just making sure that no match is unfairly interrupted.

Williams: Well don’t sleep on Evikado they are experienced, crafty and well one of them bites. Honestly, I think you guys can beat them. You guys have all the talent in the world so stay focused and you’ll get a “W” tonight. I think I might be in the presence of the future Tag Team Champions.

Deruty: Nothing is certain until it actually happens, but we appreciate the support.

Williams: I am not going to keep you from the APW fans…they want to see the high flying act of Deruty & Speede. I think there is a Dead and Forgotten in Envikados’ future. Hey, if in the future you guys need anything, I got your back.

Roy Speede: "Thanks. Good luck in your match tonight as well."

Williams extends his hand to Deruty and Speede and as they shake the camera shoots to ring announcer Nicky Paige.

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

CAN

YOU

HEAR

ME

NOW!?!

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

CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW!?!

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

Nicky Paige: The following contest is the first match in the semi-finals bracket for the APW Tag Team Championships! Introducing first, on his way to the ring, from Richmond, Virginia, weighing in at one hundred and ninety-seven pounds, Action Packed Wrestling's own Silver Lining, he is ROY SPEEEEDE!

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

Paige: And his tag team partner...

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

Paige: From New York, New York, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, 'D-Day' Donald Deruty!

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

Paige: And the opponents...

”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.

Paige: At a combined weight of three hundred and eighty-one pounds, the team of 'The Boss' Delikado and 'The MegaMegaStar' Evan Envi... ENVIKADDDOOOOOOOO!

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.

West: Last week at the end of our program, Speede and Deruty chased Envikado away from the North American Title main event, but this week there is no running. This week, a winner must be determined and the winning team advances to the finals of the Tag Team Title tournament at Christmas Chaos!

The bell sounds and the crowd roars as the Roy Speede and Evan Envi start things off in the ring. While Delikado spouts insults and profanities at Speede, Evan simply smirks at his opponent from his corner.

Tag Team Tournament - Semi-Finals
Donald Deruty & Roy Speede vs Envikado

Evan raises one hand when Speede goes to lock up. Speede is confused at first and walks to Evan, offering his own hand for a test of strength-- and Evan delivers a lightning-fast slap to his face. The crowd boos as Speede holds his jaw from the impact and then swings wildly at Envi! Envi ducks the fist and hits Speede with a series of knife-edged chops to the chest! Speede eventually fights Evan off with a Clothesline! As Evan gets up Speede Irish Whips him across the ring! Delikado tags himself in, unbeknownst to Speede, and Evan runs Roy Speede down with a Calf Kick! Delikado leaps up to the top rope and follows up with a Frog Splash! He hops to his feet and laughs, maniacally, into the audience. He receives a thunderous chorus of boos in response and turns back to Roy Speede, lifting him up and delivering a series of kicks to him in the turnbuckle corner before choking him with his foot and tagging Evan Envi back in. Envi enters and delivers a kick to Speede’s abdomen before Delikado releases the foot choke. Speede falls to his knees and Envi quickly nails an Enziguiri. He lifts Speede up in a front facelock and tags Delikado back in.

West: Excellent teamwork by Envikado. These guys have impressed me since their debut on Overdrive about six weeks ago-- they’ve been undefeated as a team thus far, and they know each other’s moves so well.

Harris: Yeah, and even though Speede & Deruty might know each other a little better, you can’t deny the experience of guys like Envi and Delikado.

Delikado drops Speede with an elbow to the back of the neck and lifts him up in a Suplex position only to follow up with a Brainbuster! Delikado stands up and tags Envi back in. Evan is eager to lift Speede up and position him for a Suplex of his own, but Speede counters into a Small Package, while the ref is in perfect position to call the pin!

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West: Evan almost got caught there, and he looks annoyed that it even came so close!

Evan goes for a kick to Speede’s head, but Speede ducks under it and hops up to catch Evan with a DDT! Speede hits the ropes and nails a Twin Leg Drop! He points to the turnbuckles and goes to the top, but is forced to climb down as he sees Evan roll to the far side of the ring. He walks toward him, but Evan pops up to his feet and runs forward, going for a Clothesline, but Speede ducks! Evan jumps onto the ropes and goes for a Springboard Knee Strike-- but Speede ducks that! Evan pivots in the center of the ring in time to see Speede leap up to the middle rope and then come back at Evan for a Springboard Moonsault-- and this time it’s Evan to duck! Speede lands on his feet and charges Evan, but Evan maneuvers himself behind him to nail a Sleeper Slam!

Harris: Speede almost kept up with Envi there!

West: Some cruiserweight action for ya here on Meltdown tonight, and now Envi has Delikado tagged back in!

Speede crawls toward Deruty, who has been itching to get in, but Delikado hits a running elbow drop to the back of Speede’s neck. He unloads with rights and lefts and finally manages to hit a stiff boot to the gut that drops Speede to the mat. Delikado waits for him to get up and then plants him with a Side Effect! He smirks as Speede crawls toward Deruty again-- and then charges the ropes, knocking Deruty off the apron! Deruty crashes hard to the floor below and Delikado smirks, stomping his foot, waiting in anticipation for Speede to get up.

West: How is that fair?!

Harris: What? Deruty was in the way!

West: Hmmm...

Harris: Speede has been taking all the damage for this match. I hope he’s ready for his Last Call to Cuba!

Speede climbs to his feet and Delikado goes for the Last Call to Cuba Super Kick-- but Speede ducks! Delikado stumbles and Speede dives for him, rolling him up for a Schoolboy! He begins to lose his balance a bit and grabs the middle rope to steady himself unbeknownst to the referee!

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Harris: WHAT?!

West: Hahahaha, no way!

Delikado looks shocked, himself, but the referee calls for the bell!

Paige: Your winners-- Roy Speede and Donald Deruty!

The crowd roars as “Can You Hear Me Now?” hits the PA system. Speede is far too hurt and groggy to celebrate, but Donald Deruty rolls into the ring, pumping one fist into the air in victory and helps Speede to his feet!

West: I can’t believe it! What an upset! Roy Speede just PINNED Delikado, a former Overdrive Champion!

Harris: Shane, he had the ropes! He HAD the damn ropes!

West: Eh... He won!

Harris: He-- this-- what--

Speede and Deruty continue to celebrate, and Delikado sits in the middle of the ring on his knees. Evan Envi sits on the ring apron, with his mouth completely open in shock. Evan doesn’t look angry, but amused. He can only watch in silence as Deruty and Speede roll out of the ring with their arms still raised in the air, Donald Deruty supporting Roy Speede’s weight up the ramp.

Harris: Wha-- HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!

Delikado finally gets to his feet and his face is completely red, eyes wide, shaking with rage. Evan’s eyes follow Speede & Deruty all the way up the ramp and he slowly turns to Delikado, his face still showing amusement. Delikado looks at Evan in awe, utterly at a loss for words.

West: I don’t... I don’t think Evan realizes what’s just happened.

Harris: I don’t think any of us do. You’re telling me that ROY SPEEDE is the first guy to get it done? Did Deruty even get in this match?! So much for double-duty...

Delikado rolls out of the ring and walks a step or two ahead of Envi, looking at nobody as they depart to the back.

[Evan De Parker]

Our camera briefly cuts to Amy Zing's locker room, where Amy stands, stretching her leg against the wall.

West: There's Amy Zing, preparing to face Aubrey Parker in our main event.

Harris: They are gonna kill each other. It's going to be awesome.

We cut to the backstage area and the crowd boos as Sienna Harrison is shown on frame, slowly approaching something. She crosses her arms and smiles with satisfaction as the camera pans around to reveal the name on the door of the locker room: Aubrey J. Parker. This gets a quick pop from the Albany crowd but Sienna drowns them out by loudly knocking on the door.

Sienna: Open up, Aubrey. We've got some things we need to discuss.

After a few seconds, there is nothing. No answer. Sienna knocks again and raises her voice.

Sienna: I'm not playing games with you tonight. I don't care what show you're on now and who you think you are, but I'm still in charge of you when you're on my show, and I say open the door.

The crowd boos at Sienna's tirade but after a few seconds the door finally opens, and Albany cheers in approval as the former North American Champion, Aubrey J. Parker appears on camera for the first time of the evening and stares at Sienna.

Sienna: Aubrey, I know you and Amy aren't exactly the best of friends, but after what you guys have been saying to each other this week, I don't think that, with a good conscience, I could sit by and let you--

AJP: Don't cancel this match.

Sienna's eyes widen and she laughs loudly.

Sienna: Cancel the match? I wouldn't dream of it. Aubrey, I was going to tell you... If you get yourself disqualified tonight, you and Logan are out of the Tag Team Title tournament. I don't care if you're choking her out and you ignore a five count, or you lose control and you beat her with a chair... You're not allowed. Got it? So how about you control your temper out there tonight.

The crowd boos and Sienna starts to turn and walk away from Parker, but she stops and turns back to her with a perked eyebrow.

Sienna: Or are the rumors true? Maybe you did really stop caring about Logan altogether. Hm? Hm?

Sienna laughs at Aubrey's silence and turns, walking away, whistling a tune to herself. Aubrey backs into her locker room and mutters under her breath.

AJP: ...I can't stand that bitch.

She closes the door and we cut away.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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

Paige: Introducing first, from Edinburgh, Scotland, weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds... EVAN MCDONALD!

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

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

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

The lyrics to Porcelain and the Tramps- I'm Your Favorite Drug continued to play over the PA system as the lights fade putting the arena into total darkness. Just as the chorus would end there is a bang as the lights turn back on full blast and a cloud of smoke is on the entrance way with a figure standing within it.

Paige: And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at one hundred and nineteen pounds, KAYLYN JAMES EVAAAAAANS!

The chorus starts up once more but this time with the lyrics included is none other then Kaylyn Evans who steps out from within the smokey patch on the stage. As the chorus was being heard throughout the crowd a smiling Kaylyn Evans was on her way down the ramp with a stride that showed nothing but confidence in herself no matter what the outcome of today's event's would be. Dressed in a black and lime green set of attire Kaylyn flaunts her body as she walks past the fans. Reaching the bottom of the ramp way Kaylyn stops and turns to the right heading around the ring and towards the far steps to ascend them and make her way onto the apron. Crossing the apron she stands there looking out at the fans. Hooking her arms on the top rope, in perfect Kaylyn fashion, she flipped back over the top rope and into the ring where she made her way around the ring looking out at all the fans in the arena, booing and not. As the music would cut Kaylyn would be focused and ready for what was to come.

West: Earlier this week, Kaylyn took some offense to the things Evan McDonald had said-- and I must admit, they were quite vulgar.

Harris: She shouldn't be shocked. What do you expect when you come into a man's business looking like that?

Kaylyn J. Evans vs Evan McDonald

As the bell rings, McDonald wastes no time taking KJE down with a Clothesline! The crowd boos the move and McDonald adjusts his wristband before picking KJE up and swinging her into the turnbuckles. KJE groans as she hits the corner and he charges her for a Shoulder Thrust into the corner! He catches her with a quick Suplex as she stumbles back to him and lies next to her on the mat, whispering something into her ear, but she takes offense to it and shoots elbows at his temple. McDonald rises up to his feet holding his face in pain. KJE gets up as well and runs at McDonald, but he takes her down with a boot to the skull! KJE hits the ground and McDonald is quick to pin her.

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West: And Kaylyn James Evans quickly begins to show that she’s not just another pretty face. She’s taking everything McDonald can throw at her!

Harris: It’s only a matter of time. She can’t survive under this kind of pressure for long.

Evan lifts her up and takes her down with a short-arm Clothesline that knocks Kaylyn roughly to the mat. Kaylyn looks angry as Evan lifts her up again, putting his face dangerously close to hers-- but he receives a slap to the face for his troubles! He turns around tries to catch Kaylyn with a Discus Clothesline but she hits him with a kick to the gut! Kaylyn follows up with a Spear and tries to pin Evan, but he rolls through and rises to his feet, going for a boot to her head, but Kaylyn throws herself to the mat to avoid it. Evan McDonald stumbles over her toward the ropes and runs at her again, but this time she nails a Drop Toehold! McDonald’s jaw thuds off the canvas and Kaylyn rolls to the outside, quickly scaling the turnbuckles to the top rope. Evan groggily gets up and Kaylun dives off, driving both knees into his chest, slamming him to the ground! She rolls over him and back to her feet a few seconds before him.

West: McDonald might’ve gotten more than he bargained for!

Kaylyn tries to force McDonald to his feet, but he hits her with a Northern Lights Suplex, bridging for the pin!

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Harris: I have to give Evan McDonald credit-- he’s keeping up with the much smaller, much faster Kaylyn James Evans!

West: Evan’s got her up and I think he’s looking for the move he calls Scottish Pride!

Evan kicks KJE in the gut and tries to deliver a Tiger Driver, but KJE rakes McDonald’s eyes and flips back to her feet before he can even attempt to complete the move! McDonald cries out in pain but the referee doesn’t catch it from his angle! Kaylyn leaps up onto Evan’s shoulders and hits a Hurricanrana, tucking his legs under her arms for the pin.

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Winner: Kaylyn James Evans

West: The Hurricanrana! The three!

Harris: How?! She cheated!

West: I think you’re right. I think James definitely gouged the eyes, but the referee never saw!

As KJE celebrates on each corner, earning a mixed, but largely negative reaction from the crowd, Evan McDonald lies on the mat and looks at her with a disapproving scowl as we cut to the back.

The scene opens up to Evan Envi's locker room. He looks as if he's just changed back into his street clothes and is in the process of shoving his wrestling gear into a gym bag.

?: Evan!

Evan turns around and the camera follows him to reveal John Dionysus. The crowd give out a cheer for the sudden appearance of the Overdrive Megastar on Meltdown, while Evan lets out a perturbed groan.

Evan: ...You again. Am I going to have to file a restraining order to keep you from stalking me? I mean-- come on.

Dionysus: I haven’t dropped by for your witty repertoire.

Dionysus takes a pause.

Dionysus: I’ve come because I expect an answer to my challenge last week. I see that after your... Spectacular tag team performance this evening... You still don’t have a match for Christmas Chaos; how about you & I tear the roof down?

Evan: Riiiiight. How about you suck a--

Suddenly Dionysus pushes Evan into a nearby chair. This catches Evan completely off guard and he is forced to shrink back as Dionysus leans right into Evan’s face.

Dionysus: When are you going to wise up, son?

Evan tries to verbally comeback, but Dionysus quickly cuts him off.

Dionysus: When are you going to realise that your time is finite, that you need to stop all this fooling around and focus on becoming the great wrestler you need to be. I’m not sure about you but I’m starting lose patience with this ‘MegaMegaStar’ pantomime. What are you doing here, Evan? Why do you persist in running up hills, when you have mountains to climb?

Evan: EXCUSE ME?! Who the hell do you think you're talking to?

Dionysus: Listen to me, Evan. You have it all, yet you behave like a spoilt brat instead of making good on your potential. But I’m starting to see that’s your problem, Evan: you’re spoilt and you carry on this way because you’ve never had to work for what you’ve got; you don’t understand the privileged position you find yourself in. You’re too busy playing the jester along with charlatans like Terry Marvin and Delikado. But the truth of all of this is that you are someone squandering their talent and their opportunities. You do this because you don’t know what it means to sacrifice to be in your position; you have never had to fight tooth and claw just earn the right to stand in that ring, to fight for your life because it’s sink or swim out there in that ocean, without a rescue boat for miles.

Dionysus places his hands on his hips and starts to turn. Evan looks away and it's obvious within seconds that he's searching his brain for something to say, but finds himself at a loss.

Dionysus: You need to grasp this thought and understand it fully, Evan, because until you do so you will never overcome the great barriers that block you from greatness; until you do this you will never become a giant in this business.

Evan’s face flashes with fear as Dionysus continues to fix an intense stare on him. Shifting uncomfortably in the chair, Evan begins to edge away.

Dionysus: Run all you like Evan, but you’re going to have to face these facts sooner or later. I need this fight, but I’m pretty certain you need it just as much.

Evan looks at Dionysus for a moment and then looks away again. He looks almost hurt by his comments. Evan picks up his few belongings and makes his way out of his own locker room, leaving Dionysus there in silence.

Dionysus runs his hands back through his hair and sighs, sitting down on the chair Evan had abandoned-- before jumping back up and flipping the chair across the room in a sudden outburst of anger. The scene fades to back as Dionysus places his head against the wall and sighs, closing his eyes.

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

[Evan De Parker]

As Meltdown returns from the break the cameras take us backstage near the ramp to the arena floor and the APW fans eruptwhen they see the "The Smooth One" William D. Williams Jr. standing next to Hannah Storm:

Hannah: William, this is your last match on Meltdown and you'll be facing Ivor Famori before you leave as for Asylum. We hardly knew you William, but are you ready for tonight.

Williams: Hey Hannah! It's good to see you again and while I am moving on to Asylum I will not forget how the Meltdown family embraced me and supported me during my brief career here. I hope to have as much success on Asylum and I won't forget where I came from. I'll miss you guys.

The Meltdown Fans Cheer: SMOOTH ONE....SMOOTH ONE....SMOOTH ONE!

Hannah: They love you!!! You made an awesome impact while you were here. I for one am going to miss seeing you under the Meltdown banner.

Thank you Hannah, you are too kind, but let me address tonight's opponent Mr. Ivor Famori. He's a tough competitor and surely talented, but tonight is not his night. I plan to give the Meltdown fans a show that only the "Smooth One" can deliver. So I want to take a minute to say I am sorry to Mr. Famori. I wish you well as you head to Overdrive, but don't take the ass whipping personally.

(The Smooth One is distracted)

Hey, Hannah is that Lurch over there?

Lurch from the Addams Family?

Yes!

I don't believe so..Why?

That was the only thing that might have kept me from beating the breaks off of Famori tonight. Hear this Mr. Farmori, I don't have a problem with you but I have no other choice. Blame the orphanage, blame the relic gods or those 1000 year old monkey nuts you worship! Not eye of newt or wing of bat is going to stop me from giving you Overdrive sized beatdown. Hey...You like to travel all over the world looking for whatnots and doo dads. I am going to plan you're next adventure...it's in Albany, NY and it's in that ring out there and while you're searching and searching you're going to find a box! An old crusty dirty box..on the front it has the words CHOCOLATE WASTED! It'll be the last damn box you ever open!!

The "Smooth One" looks in the camera and strokes his beard and heads out of the back to the ring...

So long Smooth...to the ring and Nicky Paige!!

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall!

As the “Smooth Operator” blares through the arena..when the chorus hits the line “Cause I’m so SMOOTH” out comes the SMOOTH OPERATOR himself…..dressed in an brown tights with “TSO” down the right pants leg…”The Smooth One” peers across the arena to a mixture of boos by the men and screams of passion from the ladies. As he gingerly strolls to the ring “because someone so SMOOTH moves very slowly” He finds one beautiful lady in the crowd and kisses her on the cheek…enters the ring and stands in the middle extends his arms and basks in the aroma of impending victory.

Paige: Introducing first, in the ring, hailing from Hollywood, California weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds... 'The Smooth One' WILLIAM D. WILLIAMS JR.!

West: 'The Smooth One', also known as one of Asylum's newest draftees!

Harris: Williams did good last week, Shane-O. He did work... But if you ask me, my money's on the guy that just got drafted to Overdrive.

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

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds, IRVER FAMORI!

Irver Famori vs William D. Williams Jr.

West: This match begins now and already, look at Famori, immediately going after Williams!

Harris: Williams is the one that made a splash last week-- Famori's just looking for momentum!

Famori hammers away at WDW but he is Irish Whipped across the ring and then immediately flattened by a Dropkick from Williams! Williams lifts Famori up into an inverted headlock and brings him down for a Backbreaker but even throughout the pain, Famori crawls to the ropes on his knees and is up within seconds. He fights WDW off with an elbow to the sternum as Williams approaches him and then hits a forearm to the face. Williams hits the ropes but is able to come back and hit Famori yet again, this time with a Clothesline!

West: Williams has the slight size advantage but he's using every pound of it to overwhelm Irver Famori!

Williams lifts Famori up onto his shoulders to the delight of the crowd but Famori quickly realizes his predicament and drops Williams down into a what looks like a Dragon Sleeper, but brings him down across his knee before standing him upright again and shoving him stomach-first into the ropes. Williams staggers backwards and Famori hits a Neckbreaker... Then lifts WDW up and hits another Neckbreaker, and then lifts him up and drills him with a Swinging Neckbreaker to end the series! He hooks both legs.

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West: Famori with the Equalizer, and then three hard Neckbreakers to Williams, but he doesn't quite pick up the W here!

Harris: He needs to be careful. He came about a second from being put to sleep by that "Chocolate Wasted" by Williams.

Williams and Famori fight to their feet and Famori gets the upperhand with a shot to the gut and goes to Irish Whip Williams, but WDW reverses it and catches the oncoming Famori with a quick Samoan Drop! Famori groans and climbs to his feet, walking right into a vicious Chocolate Chokeslam! Williams rolls toward the ropes, but Famori hits a Baseball Slide that knocks him to the outside! Williams climbs to his feet on the outside and Famori runs at him for a second Baseball Slide, only to be grabbed and hurled out of the ring by Williams! Famori hits the ground roughly and groans as he gets up to his feet. Williams charges him, going for a Clothesline, but Famori ducks! Williams pivots and Famori charges him for a Spear, but Williams gets low and pops his hips to hit a Belly to Belly! Famori crashes upside-down into the barricade and slinks down to the ground. Williams lifts him up and throws him into the ring back under the bottom rope. He signals for the end.

West: And right now we’re seeing exactly why both of these men got called up!

Harris: Famori may be in trouble!

West: MAY be?

Williams tries to position Famori for his patented STO Backbreaker, but Famori elbows Williams in the side of the jaw and launches him shoulder-first between the turnbuckles into the steel ring post! Williams slowly and sorely pushes himself out of the corner.

Harris: Ah! Famori may have just shattered Williams’ should--

West: Look at this!

Famori points to Williams, slaps his boot, and charges him. Williams is struck with a boot to the face while he is trying to climb to his feet. He hits the ropes and falls face-first to the mat. Famori drops to his knees and covers William D. Williams Jr.

West: What a shot! This one might be emphatically over.

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Winner: Irver Famori

West: Huge victory here by Famori during his last appearance on Monday Night Meltdown!

Harris: Now these two go their separate ways. But tonight, Irver Famori proved to be the better man.

The cameras pan to the backstage area and the audience cheers as Aubrey J. Parker is seen walking out of her locker room, fully dressed in her wrestling gear, prepared for her match.

West: And it looks like Parker's just as ready as Amy Zing for tonight's main event.

Harris: Whoever the referee is better be sure to check the chick for brass knux and the whole shebang... She's crafty.

West: Oh, cut it out. Well, it looks like Parker is--

Harris: Sshhh, sshh! I think something's about to happen.

The camera had been focused solely on Parker throughout the journey from her locker room to whichever corridor she's presently in, but a sour look crosses her face as she hears laughing, and a familiar female voice in the distance. It only takes a few more steps before the voice becomes more clear, and the camera turns around to reveal Kaylyn James Evans, standing on the phone at the end of the hallway, still in her own wrestling gear, talking to somebody on the phone. Her smile fades into a scowl as Parker slowly approaches.

KJE: Yes, I have to admit I enjoyed myself all in all last night. I appreciate you having invited me to Asylum... Um, let me call you back, our little friend from yesterday seems to have stopped by to chat.

Kaylyn didn't wait before hanging up and shooting daggers at Parker.

KJE: Well, if it isn't Aubrey Parker. What, no shears with you today?

AJP: Hmmmm, nope. That would've been a good idea though. Always one step ahead, aren't ya?

A grin comes across Kaylyn's face.

You have no idea Parker.

She laughs softly before tucking her phone away.

You have no idea how hard it is for me not to smash your face in right now. I would hate to give Amy any reason to complain if you happen to beat her tonight. So, tell me, what do you want this time Aubrey?

Aubrey looks at Kaylyn in silence for a few seconds and then responds.

AJP: I think the deal I made you last night on Asylum was... The next time I see you, I hurt you.

KJE: Well instead of just saying it... how about you do it. Like I said, I'll give you the first shot for free.

The moment the word "free" comes out of Kaylyn's mouth, Aubrey hits a stiff and sudden left hook directly to her jaw, earning a massive pop from the audience watching in Albany!

Kaylyns head turns as Aubrey took the free shot and she moves her jaw a little before taking steps back, then smirking.

KJE: Hope it was worth it Parker.

Kaylyn lunges forward, tackling Parker to the ground, and grabbing her head with her left hand while sending her right into her face. Parker was quick to fight back however.

Parker elbows Kaylyn across the bridge of the nose and rolls on top of her, screaming out as Kaylyn begins to choke her. Parker drives another fist into her jaw, knocking Kaylyn's head against the ground. Parker tries to choke Kaylyn right back, but is forced to let go as Kaylyn rakes her eyes and delivers a vicious shot of her own, that knocks Parker to the floor. Kaylyn mounts her again and continues to choke her, trying to slam her head on the ground!

Parker tries to choke her back but soon, two referees rush from around the corner and do everything in their power to pull the two women apart, though they continue to scream at one another!

KJE: This is not over Parker. Mark my words!

Parker tries to fight past the referee, but just laughs as the officials try to keep the two womens' backs turned to each other.

AJP: I'm always waiting, bitch!

The cameras follow Kaylyn James Evans as she's dragged away by two more officials, and the group passes Sienna Harrison and Alexander Duvall, who watch with amusement, apparently having seen the whole thing from a distance.

Sienna: So uh... We gonna do something about this?

Duvall: Who's the one that just got taken back toward the locker rooms?

Sienna: Kaylyn James Evans.

Duvall smirks in the direction that KJE had been pulled.

Duvall: Interesting...

He turns toward Sienna.

Duvall: I want you to make sure that Logan comes nowhere near that main event.

Sienna looks a bit caught off guard by the statement but nods.

Sienna: You got it.

Duvall smirks and walks out of frame. We fade to black on Sienna, who looks in both directions before choosing to go in the direction that Kaylyn J. Evans had been taken.

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

[Evan De Parker]

The lights dim down and “Reach for the Stars” begins to play through the arena PA system. Several multi coloured lights begin to play back and forth in front of the entryway at the top of the ramp. Just before the vocals of the song begin, all of the lights focus on the entryway turning their combined light white. After a moment’s pause, Logan Alexander steps forth from the curtains, dressed in his usual ring attire apart from the fact he’s wearing striped referee’s shirt this time around

Paige: Introducing first, the special guest referee for this contest. From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he is the current APW North American champion… LOGAN ALEXANDER!

West: And here comes the North American champion once again. He’s got the job of calling this number one contender’s match which determines the first challenger for his title.

Harris: I don’t like this at all. I think it’s unfair to Tuhoa Valo.

West: You think Logan won’t call this one down the middle?

Harris: I think he’ll do anything he can to make sure the lesser man wins this match so he can have a better chance of hanging onto the title. He doesn’t even show up with the belt. It’s like he knows he won’t have it long so he doesn’t want to get attached to it.

West: Oh come on! You know he’s not bringing it out because he doesn’t agree with the situation around the title match last week.

Harris: Then he could just as easily hand it back to Mr. Duvall and he’ll find someone interested in carrying it.

By this time, Logan has gotten ringside and makes his way up the steps and onto the ring apron. He climbs through the ropes and steps into the ring. The coloured lights now move in a circle on the inside of the ring. Logan moves around to each side of the ring, looking out to the crowd as he does so. The crowd reaction seems a bit more subdued than usual for him, and he notices it as well. He frowns slightly as he moves out to the middle of the ring. The coloured lights move out of the ring as the normal lighting resumes. Logan turns to face the entryway clasping his hands behind his back an awaiting the two competitors for the match.

West: You’ve gotta think there’s a reason Logan is out here. You’ve got to believe that Sienna and Duvall have something planned and I doubt it’s really in Logan’s favor, Dick.

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

Paige: Introducing the competitors, first, from New York, New York, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, 'D-Day' DONALD DERRRRUUUUUUUUUTY!

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

West: Enormous opportunity for Deruty who has already advanced into the finals of the Tag Team Title hunt with his partner Roy Speede earlier tonight.

Harris: Don't give Deruty that credit!

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

Paige: And his opponent, from Helsinki, Finland, weighing in at two hundred and forty-five pounds, "The Finnish Phenom" Tuhoa Valo!

Valo turns around, still on the turnbuckle, and for a few seconds he and the North American Champion stare one another down. Logan doesn't flinch and shows no emotion, but a smirk curves across Valo's lips and he hops down from the corner, meeting Deruty in the center of the ring while Logan stands between them, beginning to explain the rules-- but Valo puts his hand in Logan's face and pushes him away.

Harris: HA! Well, that can't help Valo's chances!

West: Regardless, Logan is calling for the bell!

Number One Contender's Match
Donald Deruty vs "The Finnish Phenom" Tuhoa Valo
Special Referee: Logan Alexander ©

Phenom turns to Logan as the bell rings but this proves to be no more than a minor distraction as he takes Deruty down with an STO out of nowhere! Deruty holds the back of his head in pain and Valo immediately goes for the pin. Logan doesn’t waste time making the count.

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Harris: That was slow!

West: Oh, it was not.

Valo shoots Deruty into the ropes and catches him upon the rebound with a back elbow to the jaw. Deruty goes stiff and Valo Irish Whips him into the corner, before following up with a running and leaping pair of knees to the chest. Deruty staggers out of the corner, holding onto the top rope. Valo tries to catch him from behind with a German Suplex, but Deruty grips the ropes and shakes Valo off. He hops up onto the second rope and nails a Springboard Savate Kick, catching Valo right in the chin! Valo sinks to his knees and Deruty shoots the ropes again, going for a Springboard Cross Body, and connecting! He hooks both legs.

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Harris: That was a fast count!

West: Would you cut it out? Deruty has Valo back up and is lighting him up with kicks to the torso in the corner now.

With Valo in the corner, Deruty hits a Spinning Heel Kick! Valo stumbles out of the corner again and lands on his knees in the middle of the ring. Deruty goes out to the top turnbuckle and as Valo gets up, Deruty goes for an Over Castle-- but Valo ducks! Deruty rolls to his feet on the mat and tries to catch Valo with a Super Kick, but Valo jumps back! Deruty runs at him and Valo drills him to the mat with a Belly to Back Suplex. He then fires away with hard closed fists to the skull but Logan warns him to back off. Valo glares at Logan and motions for him to get back. Logan holds his ground but the distraction is enough for Deruty to leap up with a European Uppercut and a Float Over DDT! Valo powers his way to his feet but Deruty shoots the ropes once more and hits a Springboard Spinning Elbow that takes Valo back down.

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West: Looked like a perfect count by Logan, who just last week was put in a situation where he had to deal with an unexpected special referee!

Deruty waits for Valo to get to his feet, and the crowd rises in anticipation of the Super Kick-- but Valo rolls out of the ring before Deruty can connect. He shakes his head at Logan and Deruty and begins to make his way up the ramp.

Harris: Uhhh... Where’s he going?

West: I think Valo decided that the North American Title isn’t worth a fight with Donald Deruty!

Harris: Deruty doesn’t like the idea much!

Deruty exits the ring and charges up the ramp after Valo-- but Valo is expecting it! He turns around and delivers a hard punch right to Deruty’s jaw! Deruty’s eyes roll back and he staggers back. Valo delivers a Vertical Suplex onto the steel ramp! He smirks, looking back at Deruty as he rolls around in agony on the ramp.

West: Logan Alexander is counting these men out!

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Harris: Valo’s heading back to the ring! He put Deruty down with a vicious Suplex and now he’s done with him!

Valo walks arroantly, almost strutting back to the ring, but fails to heed the roaring of the crowd as Deruty, although dazed and in pain grabs Valo from behind. He swings him into the ramp-side barricade and begins blasting him with shots to any-which side of the head, but Valo fights back and lifts him up, dropping Deruty chest-first aross the barricade! Deruty grunts in pain and Valo positions him for a Back Suplex, but Deruty flips over his shoulder and lands on his feet behind him. He hits his own Back Suplex onto the ramp!

West: He-- he cold’ve broken the back of Valo’s skull!

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West: Time’s running out!

Harris: Deruty just sabotaged this match!

They both run for the ring.

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Both men slide in as Logan calls for the bell. Deruty stops at the ropes, but Valo marches all the way to the center of the ring and shoves Logan, demanding that he restart the match!

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen... This match has been declared a double count-out!

The crowd boos the decision.

Harris: Haha, Logan Alexander isn’t winning any popularity contests these days.

West: He called the match right down the middle! What decision SHOULD he have made?

Harris: But this match ends with no winner! THIS IS WHAT HE WANTED! Conspiracy!

West: Well, what is Logan supposed to do?!

Harris: Give us a number one contender. That’s what!

Deruty looks disgruntled, but disappears to the back after a questioning look at the occupants of the ring. With a heavy sigh he turns and makes his way to the back... But Valo continues to yell at Logan in the ring. Logan looks away, and Valo screams at him, pointing a finger into his chest-- and Logan goes to hit him with Stryke Force!

...Valo pushes Logan away and drops down, scrambling out of the ring as Logan turns around. Albany boos Valo and “The Finnish Phenom” angrily backs away from the North American Champion, glaring at him from the middle of the ramp. The camera fades to black as Logan stares at him from the ropes, showing Tuhoa Valo as little emotion as ever.

We cut to the backstage area where once more, we see Amy Zing preparing for her match, adjusting her ring gear.

West: But coming up in a few moments, we have our main event! Amy Zing and Aubrey J. Parker haven't done any press-- haven't done any interviews all night!

Harris: I'm nervous... And excited.

West: All their talking is gonna be done in the ring later tonight!

Harris: Hey, bring the cameras back to ringside! The boss is here!

West: Oh. Joy.

Live in the ring already standing is Meltdown GM Alexander Duvall, he is having conversation with a few stage-hands making sure all things are up to par before the feeds begins. He is provided a microphone as he now told its time to start. Mr.Duvall looks around the arena as he begins talking.

Mr.Duvall: It is now time for what I’ve been waiting for since last Monday, if you didn’t catch Meltdown last week then allow me to refresh your memory.


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

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

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

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

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

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

The video now cuts back to Mr. Duvall shaking his head in disbelief.

Mr. Duval: Now see I had every right to do what I did last week, it was plain as day. Any Megastar attacking harmless personal and non-talent will be suspended and reprehended, and as you saw Mannie was no different but as I just said I had my reasons and the reason behind Mannie’s attack well you have no idea or do me. So this is why and the only reason Mannie is even allowed back on APW television. So right now if you would please pull up Young Mannie.

The video screen now loads up Young Mannie who is sitting around in his living room in Washington, D.C.; Mannie seems surely in a good mood as he is smile it radiant and he’s casual in laid back. Mannie also looks a bit different, as his normally bald head has some hair grown on it and he's rocking a beard. Mannie realizes he's on TV. As he notices a stage-hand telling him that he live on air, Mannie smirks as he sees Mr.Duval who is staring back. Mr. Duval begin the conversation as he rubs the point of his jaw.

Mr. Duval: So Mannie it’s no secret I have no love for you or you’re talent’s but none the less your ghetto antics entertained me, which is why you weren’t let go earlier once I took over. But Mannie it’s even bigger than that now, see we have a personal issues. You have tried to call me out for being crooked and undermining when I’ve barely stepped in the door and recently you’ve tried to make me look like an idiot on my brand by attacking one of my staff. See now that’s the biggest problem, now you can run your mouth and flap your gums however but when you challenge my power as the GM we will have a big problem. Now Mannie since you’re a lighter in the pocket and currently unemployed, I felt it was only right that the APW Universe was informed by you of why…

Mr. Duval is quickly interrupted by Mr.420.

Mannie: Why? Don’t your dare insult me by asking the proverbial question of Why? I don’t have to answer why to you, Jason Kash, and damn for sure any of these people.


The APW Universe boos him as he cuts them off

Mannie: Boo me if you want…But I don’t gave a damn about you, All you are is more ratings on this failing brand and this brand is nothing without me!

Mr. Duvall: Nothing without you? What are you smoking now Mannie? Crack! You are about as worthless are Mr. Dangerous and not even as entertaining, You really think any of these people really care if you’re here or not? This show doesn’t run around nor will it ever. Now I was going to re-consider that suspension by seeing if you were going to apologize sincerely.

Mannie: Bullshit! I wasn’t going to apologize and you damn well knew it, you just wanted me on Meltdown to help out the ratings well I for one will not apologize for being right.

Mr. Duvall can tell this is not going in the right direction as he starts looking around and he grabs a camera man and tells him to shut off Mannie’s mic. But while the cameraman is trying to contact the production truck backstage, Mannie is still going on

Mannie: This company has made me diluted since arriving, sure it allowed me too use my talents the first few months but after that I wondered around the mid-card on Overdrive and after one year where was I? I was opening matches for people who couldn’t even match the talent I have on a bad day. I have been a quiet worker since arriving here and all I got for was a bullshit title reign, as far I’m concerned if you asked me. APW deserves something from me…So you know what I owe APW?


Mr. Duvall: Cut him off, Cut him now! SOMEBODY CUT THE BLOODY FEED!


Mannie: Oh now I’m say what I got too say, See what I owe APW is more than they have been giving me too work with the last 2-3 years. You think you can keep burying me more and more and I will keep my mouth shut? You must be out of your mind, I've been waiting since last year after I left this place too tell everyone off. APW Management and the "APW Universe" you want to know what I really think of the booking and the smartmarks who said I didn't deserve too be anywhere near the title picture because "I'm Not Ready". Well guess what all of you are going to get from me? I owe every that runs this place from Jeff all the way down to you Duval, and everyone who is in the audience tonight and everyone at home the same damn thing, and that's a giant replica of my “BIG....BLACK..."


Just before Mannie can finish his sentence the feed is cut as Mr.Duvall storms out the ring to the backstage area. There is now nothing but static across the screen

[Evan De Parker]

It's just the way
The game is played
It's best if you just
Wait your turn

AMY ZING flashes across the screen. Various shots of Amy standing in the ring are shown. The final shot is of Amy bent over, and then rising, arms wide and pointing to the sides. As this shot is taken, the camera spins around, showing her from all angles, stopping to face her when she poses.

The wait is ova
The wait is ova
The wait is ova
The wait is ova

Amy Zing comes running out of the entrance way. She runs to one end of the entrance stage, then to the other. She then walks to the middle and bends with her fingers touching the ground. She rises, spreading her arms out and pointing to the fans. She brings her hands together then breaks them apart. She walks down to the ring slapping hands with the fans on both sides of the barricade as she does.

Paige: The following contest is our main event and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, on her way to the ring, weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds, from San Francisco, California, she is the "Hong Kong" Sensation, AMY ZING!

It's getting crowded
Over here
But babe
The wait is over
Sometimes it takes
A thousand tries
To win
The wait is over...

Standing in front of the ring, Amy leapfrogs onto the apron. She slingshots herself into the ring and runs to the corner. Amy pulls herself up to the turnbuckle, spreading her arms out to the sides, pointing to the crowd. Slowly, she brings them together. Once her hands touch, Amy suddenly backflips off the turnbuckle, landing in the ring. Unwrapping the ribbon from her arm, Amy uses it to tie her hair in a ponytail. She starts clapping along with the song, trying to get the crowd behind her. She then leans against the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to start.

Paige: And her opponent...

The crowd roars in anticipation of the former North American Champion. 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.

Harris: After what happened last week, there’s no way-- no possible way that things are the same between AJP and Logan Alexander.

The crowd’s 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: From Pleasanton, California, weighing in at one hundred and twenty-nine pounds, she is AUBREY J. PAAARKKERRR!

Parker doesn't smile or skip to the ring as usual though. She looks ahead at Amy Zing and begins walking quickly, before sprinting to the ring.

West: Ladies and gents, if you were expecting to see a wrestling match this evening, we're sorry to disappoint-- but this is gonna be an all-about brawl!

Harris: Ahhhh, she's making a beeline for the ring!

Parker slides into the ring and immediately, Amy is on top of her, throwing hard rights and lefts to her body. Aubrey gets on top of her after a double-leg takedown and rains fists down upon her head and neck but Amy hits a forearm to her face and then throws her own right and left fists down at AJP. The referee doesn't know what to do-- so he simply signals for the bell!

West: And this is how it starts, I guess!

Main Event
Amy Zing vs Aubrey J. Parker

The crowd cheers as the two girls continue to fight, rolling over one another, taking shots, throwing elbows, forearms, and fists until the other gains control. The cycle continues for roughly twenty seconds before Zing kicks Parker in the side of the head with the sole of her boot and rolls to her feet. She charges Parker, but Parker hits a Shining Calf Kick! The crowd cheers as Parker lets out a battle cry and drops to her knees to begin wailing on Amy Zing again.

Harris: Christ! She's like a woman possessed!

West: But Zing's making a comeback!

Zing fights back by hitting Parker with a headbutt! Parker holds her eye and stands up to her feet. Zing hits her with hard kicks to the thighs and torso before Irish Whipping her across the ring. Parker rebounds off the ropes and Zing nails a Spinning Crescent Kick! She hops to her feet, but quickly nails a Leg Drop across Parker's throat, followed by a second! Parker rolls away toward the ropes and Zing follows-- but Parker lunges up at her and takes her to the ground with a Clothesline!

Harris: Who's your money on, Shane-O?

West: I don't like placing bets. Right now, both of these women look like they could take this at any minute. All it's gonna take is one big move.

Parker lifts Zing up by the hair and charges to the corner, ramming Zing into the top turnbuckle face-first! Zing groans in pain and Parker lifts her up onto her shoulder, dropping her jaw-first across the top turnbuckle this time. Zing staggers back and Parker tries to set her up for a Russian Leg Sweep but Zing reverses it and hits a Russian Leg Sweep of her own! She rolls through and rebounds off the ropes, coming back to nail a Monkey Flip! Parker hits the mat hard but crawls back to her feet rather quickly-- but she turns around into a Super Kick from Zing! Parker stumbles and falls over the middle rope, to the apron, and rough to the thinly padded mats on the outside. Zing points to the turnbuckles, earning a pop from the crowd and ascends to the top while Parker groggily gets to her feet on the outside. Parker is quick though, to jump up onto the apron and angle herself to hit a high kick to Zing’s jaw that knocks her onto the apron, and then to the floor!

West: Ouch... High risk doesn’t always pay off, and Amy Zing just found that out the hard way.

Harris: These women have NO care and NO respect for each others’ wellbeing. Part of me loves it, but part of me is saddened... Watch out for the faces!

Parker takes a moment to rest on the apron while the referee begins his ten-count. She rolls in to break it at three and then rolls out again to pick Amy Zing up and lift her up as if going for an STO, but drives her back-first into the edge of the ring apron. Zing howls out in pain and Aubrey Irish Whips her into the steel steps! Zing hits them back-first and Parker runs at her, delivering hard shots to her head, while Amy tries to cover up.

West: Parker needs to be careful to not get disqualified here! Remember what Sienna Harrison told her earlier-- if she gets a DQ, M&M is out of the Tag Team Title hunt!

Harris: What if she decided she doesn’t care?! What if M&M is really done and Parker has nothing to lose tonight?

West: Then things look grim for Logan Alexander, but they look horrible for Amy Zing.

Harris: The ref’s up to five.

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West: Here we go, first pin attempt of the match!

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Harris: Hah, and it won’t be the last.

West: Kickout by Zing, but something tells me that these two aren’t too upset that this one has to go on a little longer.

It takes a moment for Amy Zing to recover from the DDT and Parker lifts her up and is able to take her to the mat with a Dragon Screw Takedown. Aubrey rolls over Amy from the leg lock and captures her in a grounded side headlock, but soon releases it only to give Amy a rough slap across the face. She smirks and gets to her feet with Amy groggily getting up, holding her mouth.

West: Not exactly the most technical of maneuvers by Parker, but what can you expect? These women have admitted to not having any respect for each other.

Parker goes to Irish Whip Amy across the ring but Amy reverses it into a rebound Handspring Back Elbow! Aubrey tries to cover up but is taken down anyway. She climbs to her feet, but Amy is quick to hit her with another kick to the abdomen and then a Dropkick directly to the temple! Aubrey slams into the canvas but groggily gets to her feet one more, where Amy hits a Swinging Neckbreaker!

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West: Perfect Dropkick, beautiful Neckbreaker, but no dice!

Harris: Amy is going to the top again!

Zing perches on the top rope and waits for Parker to get up before diving off and nailing a Cross Body! She tries to cover but Parker kicks out at the count of one. Zing lifts Parker up in a front facelock, but Parker grabs two handfuls of her hair and nails a sit-out Jawbreaker! Zing falls back against the ropes and Parker gets up again. Zing charges her with a Lou Thesz Press and begins slamming Parker’s head viciously against the canvas to the delight of the crowd-- who cheer even louder as Parker reverses it and straddles Amy, going to hit her with a closed fist, but the referee scolds her and tells her to only use open-hands. Parker hesitates, and Amy sits up to headbutt her for a second time in this match! Parker rolls off of Amy and gets to her feet, while Amy does the same. Amy is going for a Monkey Flip again, but Parker shakily catches her and places her on the top turnbuckle, earning a pop for her display of strength. Parker hits Amy with a hard forearm to the jaw and then climbs to the second turnbuckle, positioning her for a Super Fisherman’s Suplex-- and landing it flush, to the delight of the Albany audience!

West: A SUPER Fisherman’s Suplex by Aubrey J. Parker! Can she capitalize?!

Harris: She’s crawling, but she’s taking too much time. Every second counts in the ring.

Parker finally lies on her back across Zing and tries to hook her legs.

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West: Holy-- did Amy kick out? Was that three?

Harris: Looked like three to me, but the ref says she got the shoulder up!

We cut to a replay where we, in slow-motion, see that Amy barely got her shoulder off the mat. Parker climbs to the top, positioning herself for a Moonsault, but boos erupt throughout the arena as the JumboTron flickers to life and Kaylyn J. Evans appears on the screen with a broad smile. Only her face is visible at first, but our camera soon pans out to reveal her standing in Aubrey J. Parker’s locker room, holding a pair of shears in one hand and several of Parker’s articles of clothing-- now cut and shredded to ribbons-- in the other.

KJE: Oh, Parker... You didn't think I would let that go unanswered did you? Silly girl. Think of it this way. I was here to make sure you left Meltdown... with a bang. So good luck on Asylum, Aubs, and I will see you again.

Kaylyn laughs as the scene cuts from her back to Parker. Parker glares up at her, muttering obscenities, but suddenly, Amy Zing runs to the ropes adjacent to Parker on the turnbuckle and hits a Springboard Roundhouse Kick! Parker’s eyes roll into the back of her head and she falls backward, hanging upside-down in a Tree of Woe in the corner! Amy stomps away at Parker in the corner until the referee begins a five-count. Amy walks away from the subdued Parker at the count of four and sighs at the mixed reaction Albany is giving her.

West: A hell of a distraction by Kaylyn James Evans who picked up a big win over Evan McDonald tonight, but Parker’s caught up in the Tree of Woe! Amy Zing’s in control once again!

Harris: ROOKIE mistake by Parker, letting Kaylyn distract her like that. She deserves to be in the Tree of Woe. My question is, why wasn’t Logan backstage stopping James?

West: Remember? Sienna and Duvall told Logan Alexander that if he came anywhere near Parker’s locker room tonight, he’d be stripped of the title and suspended indefinitely! Parker even signed, apparently, but something seems fishy about the whole deal to me.

Amy runs at Parker who’s still hung up in the corner and lifts herself into a handstand on the ropes before driving her knees right into Parker’s gut! Parker falls from the corner and Amy rolls her up for the pin.

Harris: NIHAO PARKER! Hahaaaa, I love it! I love it when she does that.

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Albany applauds Parker as she kicks out and rolls to the ropes, slowly. Zing is back on her within seconds, hitting a Cross Body that knocks both women over the top rope and to the outside, where again the match devolves into a brawl! Zing strikes Parker with hard shots to the temple, but Parker fires back with an elbow and sprints on top of Zing, smashing her palm into the bridge of her nose. Amy screams out in pain but punches Parker in the left cheekbone, stunning her long enough for Amy to hop up to her knees, hitting Parker with a stiff elbow to the forehead and finally up to her feet to hit a spin kick, driving the sole of her boot into Parker’s mouth. Parker hits the ground and the referee, at a loss, starts his ten count. We see that Amy has blood trickling from her nostrils and the inside of Parker’s mouth is filled with blood.

West: This has become one of the most violent main events I’ve ever seen on Monday Night Meltdown. Both of these women have sustained lacerations. Parker’s tongue or the inside of her cheek probably got gnashed with that spin kick, and Amy Zing’s nose will definitely be swollen by the time this match is done.

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Amy guides Parker around the ring by the hair and toward the announce table where she lifts her up, only to drop her face-first across the top! She goes to lift Parker up and drag her toward the steel steps, but Parker fights her off with rights and lefts-- only to be stopped with a knee lift to the jaw! Amy rolls into the ring to break the ref’s count at eight, but rolls back out and scoops Parker up, hitting a hard Snap Suplex on the outside. Parker clutches her back in pain but as she gets up, Amy hits her with a high roundhouse that knocks Parker into the announce table!

Harris: Why are you being so violent so close?!

Parker’s eyes roll into the back of her head from the impact, and Amy grabs a handful of hair, throwing her head-over-heels to the ground. Parker tries her best to get up, but barely seems to know where she is. Amy goes to Irish Whip her into the steel steps-- but Parker reverses it! Amy falls and crashes back-first into the steps, groaning in pain. Parker charges her and drives the sole of her boot into Amy’s temple, slamming Amy’s head against the steps!

West: GOOD LORD! AUBREY J. PARKER JUST KICKED AMY’S SKULL RIGHT INTO THOSE STEPS!

Harris: Is she disqualified?! Is she disqualified?! Is M&M out of the Tag Team Tournament?

West: It’s not looking like it. But jeez-- can we see a replay of that boot?

Harris: Sometimes that’s how you have to get things done. And hey-- if the ref isn’t calling for the bell, it must not be that bad, right?

At the count of six, Aubrey rolls Amy back into the ring and pushes her all the way to the center before she hooks the far leg.

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Harris: How?!

West: Instinct! What else could that’ve been, Dick?!’

The crowd roars for Amy and Parker looks up at the referee in a mixture of amusement and shock. She shrugs and rolls toward Amy’s leg, locking in the Sugar & Spice Japanese Leg Bar! Amy cries out in pain but Albany cheers for both women. Amy fights and claws, but seems to be taking ages to get to the ropes.

West: Amy Zing has gone on the record to say that she will never give up-- that she’ll never tap out. Could AJP be the first person to make Amy Zing tap out here tonight in Albany?!

Harris: Last week, Parker was the one in her own hold. This week, she tries to break Amy’s leg!

West: Amy can’t hit her patented 540 Fenghuang Kick if she’s on one leg!

After nearly thirty-five seconds in the hold and with her entire face turning red, Amy Zing grabs the bottom rope. Parker releases the hold and rolls to the center of the ring where she stands up and smirks, smelling her prey. She grabs Amy by her leg and drags her to the center of the ring, delivering stomps to the inside of her right knee and then slamming her leg into the canvas. Amy groans in pain and Parker lifts Amy’s left leg, only to hit a Leg Drop to her right! She tries to lock in the Sugar & Spice again, but Amy hits a grounded axe kick to Parker’s shoulder and rolls away. Parker climbs to her feet, but even on one leg, Amy hops up and hits a high Dropkick! She clutches her knee in pain on the way down, yet beats Parker to her feet, going for a Bulldog-- but Parker reverses it into a Drop Toehold.

She observes Amy who is on her back, and then contorts her limbs to lock her in the Surfboard Stretch! The crowd cheers for the move but Amy shakes her head as the referee asks her to submit, screaming in agony. After roughly fifteen seconds, Aubrey grows exhausted and has to release the hold. She lies on her back for a moment to catch her breath and then rolls to the outside of the ring where she pulls herself up using the top rope. It takes a few moments for Amy to get to her feet but when she does, Aubrey leaps onto the top rope and goes for a Springboard Leg Lariat...

...But Amy dives beneath her! Parker lands on her feet and rebounds off the ropes, coming back toward Amy, who runs at her and nails a Snap DDT out of nowhere! Amy limps to her feet, but manages to run to the ropes and deliver a Springboard Corkscrew Moonsault!

West: The Phoenixsault connects!

Amy clutches her leg after the move and is unable to capitalize. By the time she reaches AJP for the cover, Parker rolls onto her stomach to avoid it. Amy slaps a hand on the mat in frustration and pulls herself up. She pulls Parker up by the hair as well, but out of nowhere, Parker jumps up and hits the Leaping Reverse Snap STO-- the Makeunder! The crowd roars and Parker pushes Amy onto her back, hooking her near leg.

West: Out of NOWHERE, the Makeunder!

Harris: Where did that even-- what?!

The referee dives down to check Amy’s shoulders and then makes the count.

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The audience roars as Parker rolls off of Zing and lies, breathing heavily on the mat.

Paige: Here is your winner... AUUUUBREY J. PAAARRKKEEERRR!

West: She did it! AJP won!

The referee raises Parker’s hand in the air, though she makes no intention to get up at first. For a few moments, both women lie on the mat and stare into the air. Parker stirs first and sits up, looking into the audience that are applauding the two women.

Harris: Well, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised by this-- we’re in New York. They love violent, barbaric slugfests here.

Aubrey J. Parker gets to her feet, but has to use the ropes to support herself, and her music dies as she stares down at Amy Zing who is up to her knees, holding her head as she stumbles up to her feet.

West: This could be bad. This could be really bad.

Parker walks up to Amy and waits for her to turn around. Amy spins and defensively raises her fist, taking a step back. Parker looks at the exhausted Amy, and the crowd roars in anticipation for another altercation...

...Only for AJP to extend her hand. She doesn’t smile at Amy, and doesn’t give much other expression.

West: Is this for real?

Harris: I CALL BS! IT’S A TRAP, AMY, RUN!

Amy looks at Aubrey for a few seconds before slowly reaching forward and exchanging her handshake. The crowd roars for the show of respect and the two break. Amy rolls out of the ring as Parker’s music hits again and Parker gives her a nod, but lies back down on the mat again, still nursing her wounds, still exhausted from the match.

West: Well, I guess through all of that, Amy Zing has earned Aubrey J. Parker’s respect tonight!

Harris: I guess... How do you shake someone’s hand after they just tried to end your career?!

Amy disappears to the back, but soon “Reach For the Stars” hit the PA system. The crowd roars and jumps to their feet as the North American Champion Logan Alexander makes his way from the back, walking quickly and deliberately to the ring. Parker continues to lie on her back in the ring, fully conscious, and breathing heavily, simply staring up at the ceiling as Logan approaches.

Harris: Ohohohoooo my! The fallout! Here it is, Shane!

The crowd has erupted into numerous different chants as Logan slides into the ring and stands over his fallen partner, in a scene eerily similar to the one from a week prior...

...And holds his hand out to her. The crowd cheers louder at the display and Parker looks at his hand. She doesn’t reach for it-- but Logan doesn’t give her much choice. He reaches down and yanks Parker to her feet, bringing her in front of him. The crowd reaches a deafening point as Parker and Logan stand inches apart, looking into each others’ eyes for the first time in a week.

Logan turns so he is standing at Parker’s side and raises her hand in the air to the delight of the crowd.

West: Now that’s what I’m talking about.

Harris: Oh boo. BOOOOO!

Parker looks warily at Logan for a while and then pulls her hand away. The crowd goes hushed for a moment and Logan looks at Parker with uncertainty... Before Parker grabs Logan’s wrist and holds his arm in the air, giving him a small smile. The crowd applauds the duo and Parker embraces Logan in a heartfelt hug. The two remain interlocked for a few moments, speaking quietly to each other before they are interrupted.

Sienna: Excuse me. Excuse me. I hate to break this up, but uh--

Sienna Harrison walks out onto the ramp to a chorus of boos, smiling.

Sienna: Logan, I wanted to let you know that... Although Mr. Duvall had to leave a few minutes ago, his genius and his influence continue to grace APW Meltdown on this splendid evening! Mr. Duvall may have booked a huge main event for our Meltdown Super Show on December 22nd, but he trusted me and my genius to make a main event of my own.

The crowd buzzes at the statement and Sienna stops her walk to the ring about halfway down the ramp.

Sienna: While you guys may be taking on War Ensemble next week, Logan, you’ll be defending your championship at the Super Show in a Fatal-Four Way match. Your opponents will be Donald Deruty... “The Finnish Phenom” Tuhoa Valo... And...

Sienna giggles a bit.

Sienna: And... wouldn’t you like to know?

Sienna laughs and turns, marching up the ramp to a chorus of boos from the crowd. Sienna disappears backstage and we focus on M&M in the ring as we fade out.

Harris: Well, who is it?!

West: Who knows?! That’s all the time we have, folks! Join us next week, same time, same place for Monday Night Meltdown!


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