Overdrive - Long Island, NY - (12/6/12)

[Johnny Rebel]

Electricity fills the air as another Overdrive starts with a booming round of fireworks and signs immediately fly up around the arena. Harvey and Chase are prepared for their preshow rundown before they are interrupted by a recorded voice.

The Following Mind Blowing Production is brought to you by the most Powerful Force in wrestling…..

THE SINDICATE

The Boos drown out the voice’s echo as the crowd becomes quite rambunctious and annoyed. Suddenly the opening intro to “Hate Me Now” begins to play over the loudspeakers as lights begin to flash on the entrance way and fog begins to roll in. After the voiceover is done… “Almost Famous” blares as Felipe Deloren struts out from the back with Level One and Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin in tow. They are flanked on either side by the LeWinter sisters. The crowd boos loudly as they stand there soaking it in. Marvin raises his title belt as Level One raises his Billion Dollar Case.

Pyro goes off as the group slowly makes their way to the ring, ignoring the catcalls of the jealous fans at ringside. As they get to the ring, Felipe climbs into the ring as Terry goes to the left with Kia, Level One to the right with Violet and they stand on the apron while the ladies hold the ropes down and they step into the ring and celebrate on opposite turnbuckles before hopping to the middle of the ring. Terry pulls out a microphone and smiles as the boos rain down. He doesn’t even wait for them to quiet.

Terry Marvin: Now Now, is that any way to treat your beloved hero?

The boos grow louder as the syndicate Just laughs loudly in the ring. Terry smiles and raises the mic back up.

Terry Marvin: Aww, are you all a little salty about what happened last week? You know what I’m talking about….that little incident where Level One and myself FOOLED THE FUCK OUT OF ALL OF YOU!

More boos as the laughter in the ring grows and Terry bumps fists with Level One in celebration.

Terry Marvin: Don’t blame me, you’re all the ones who desperately clung to me like a bunch of prepubescent little girls fawning over their new crush. What did you expect clinging to a man who has used so many people in his life, the skeletons in his closet pound the door down almost every night! You idolized and embraced a man who has multiple times let you know that he hates your fucking guts! I guess I should thank you for being the gullible, ignorant MORONS that you’ve proven to be!

Terry laughs some more ignoring the chants.

FUCK YOU MARVIN! FUCK YOU MARVIN! FUCK YOU MARVIN!

Terry Marvin: But you see, I could not have done it alone. So please give a warm welcome to my PARTNER IN CRIME….. LEVEL “Billion Dollar Man” ONE!

The boos continue loudly as Level One takes the microphone from Marvin and smirks at the fans.

Level-One: You are all probably asking yourselves, how? How is it possible that after all me and Terry have been through that we could come together as a united front to stand before you as one!?

Level-One looks at Terry Marvin who can't help but laugh at what they saw as a ridiculous question.

Level-One: At One Night In Hell it appeared that the working relationship between us was dead in the water and by the time we stepped in the chamber, it was. The fact is, the Undisputed Championship brings out a side of you, you didn't think you had. Whether it was me and Sally two years ago, CJ Gates and Kurt Noble or even Kurt Noble and Chris Hart that championship will always tear any bonds forged before or after it, apart.

Level-One taps Terry Marvin's undisputed championship on it's face and winks.

Level-One: And at one night in hell our failure to work together meant that Biggs was allowed to survive longer then he ever should of. As a result of us losing sight of the bigger picture, Biggs almost walked out of hell the new undisputed champion! It was that same night the gravity of the dire situation hit us both like freight trains and we both agreed to meet along with the Sindicate membership to address our grievances. In this urgent meeting we quickly acknowledged that anything that occurred within the elimination chamber simply came with the territory and on that night, our allegiance together was not only renewed... but strengthened.

Level-One grins and clinches his fist tightly and the crowd begins to chant once again as Terry Marvin leans over Level-One's shoulder and into the microphone.

SINDICATE SUCKS SINDICATE SUCKS

Terry Marvin: YOU CRETINS SHUT UP AND LET THIS MAN SPEAK!

The crowd boos which actually allows Level-One to continue.

Level-One: After what went down at One night in hell me and Terry Marvin understand how important it is to stick together more then ever! The road to Rasslemania is a long one and there are many jealous do nothings outside there who will do absolutely anything to steal our spots and that includes uncool Z - listers like Biggs and CJ Gates! As long as it is me and Terry Marvin in the title picture we weild the power of a one sided coin. We dictate everything. We are your reality.

Level One hands the mic to Marvin.

Terry Marvin: Your mouths are saying one thing, but in your heart you KNOW you worship us!

Terry smiles as the crowd’s response of boos clearly disagree with him.

Terry Marvin: As Level One mentioned. WE HOLD ALL THE CHIPS! After I dispatch Biggs at Christmas Chaos, there will be nothing holding us back from what we’ve dreamed about for SO LONG! You see, on March 24th 2013 in Level One’s home town TORONTO, ONTARIO CANADA……

More boos from the crowd.

Terry Marvin: The Rasslemania Main Event will feature not two of APW’s finest….but two of the SINDICATES finest as we TAKE OVER Rasslemania and make it a SINDICATED PRODUCTION!

Again the whole ring shakes in laughter as the boos continue. Terry Marvin hands the microphone back to Level-One and holds the undisputed title high above his head. With a microphone in one hand and the billion dollar case in the other, he turns to Terry Marvin.

Level-One: Ladies and gentlemen to show my allegiance to the cause, I VOW that I will NOT be cashing in this case at Christmas Chaos or as long as that man, Terry Marvin holds the undisputed championship to ensure each and everyone of your Rasslemania hopes and dreams remain alive! You want it then we'll make Terry Marvin Vs. Level-One the box office hit it is! I will defeat CJ Gates and lock this billion dollar case away for good...

And you can bank on that.''

Level-One and Terry Marvin embrace each other in the center of the ring with a hug as the fans boo in complete and utter disgust their cheers only broken up when they spot CJ Gates and Biggs storming out from the back!

Harvey: It looks like the wedding is being crashed!

Chase: Hey, the gay wedding jokes are over now that Kurt Noble and Chris Hart have broken up you, dork! Biggs and CJ Gates are criminals! ARREST THEM NOW!

Too caught up in the moment they don't see CJ Gates or Biggs slip under the bottom rope. Felipe tries to alert them but he's dumped out of the ring by CJ Gates and Biggs to a thunderous applause. The LeWinter sisters cower in the corner as Level-One and Terry Marvin finally spot the two in the ring but they both eat clotheslines by their respective Christmas Chaos opponents!

Harvey: This is what I call revenge!

Chase: Your definition of revenge is assault in 51 states!

Harvey: Wait, what state are you leaving out?

Chase: Florida! They are like Sunday Night Asylum - a bunch of schmucks that can't get anything right! Goddamit, someone stop this madness!

Biggs backs Terry Marvin up in the corner with a series of knife edge chops to the chest where CJ Gates is throwing fists to the face of Level-One. Biggs looks at CJ and CJ looks back at Biggs and both send their respective opponents forward sending them towards each other! However, Level-One tackles Terry Marvin to the mat with a feeble spear sending them both rolling out of the ring to the outside apron.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Harvey: I thought Level-One says he never runs from a fight!?

Chase: It's not running it's called a tactful retreat! Level-One is going to wipe the floor with CJ Gates tonight anyways when he's ready!

Level-One and Terry Marvin quickly stumble to their feet and begin to scream at CJ Gates and Biggs ultimately distracting them. The LeWinter sisters weilding two separate document cams run up behind Biggs and CJ Gates... but no!

Oooooohhhhhhhh!!!

Biggs and CJ Gates duck underneath and scoop both of the LeWinter sisters up and over them and send them over the top rope and into the falling arms of Level-One and Terry Marvin - the force knocking them back down onto the outside ring apron.

And the crowd goes wild!

Harvey: The trash has officially being cleared from the ring! That's one point for the good guys, Chase!

Chase: WHAT!? Did you not just see Biggs and CJ Gates launch those poor defensless women over the top rope for no good reason!? If it wasn't for Level-One and Terry Marvin, they might have broken their necks!

Biggs and CJ Gates call for more but the Sindicate is having none of it as they all retreat up the ramp shouting obscenities at the cameras around them.

[Johnny Rebel]

The scene opens up backstage, where Evan Envi is seen warming up for his match later on. As he finishes his stretches, he reaches for a nearby blue locker, and when he opens it…out pops an inflatable bazooka! He shakes his head as he picks it up…

Envi: That Cuban sure is something…

…He sure, isn’t he?

Envi turns instinctively, facing the man staring him down from the doorway…Kurt Noble!

Noble: He’s the kind of guy that really grabs your attention…especially when he throws you off a ladder, crippling you for life. That’s a score that I haven’t settled to this day! Still looking for the perfect way to do it…

Envi grins as he hand subtly moves towards a wooden baseball bat inside the locker.

Noble: I find a lot more people are reaching for a weapon nowadays when I walk in the room. Am I making you nervous Evan?

Envi: You tell me: you’re the one standing in my doorway waiting for a golden ticket to come in. Looking to get evened up?

Envi glances at Noble’s leg as the former tag team Champion begins to chuckle. He walks inside and sits away from Envi, who eyes have no left Kurt.

Noble: I’m not here for a fight Evan; God knows I’m getting that tonight…and if I get my way, it won’t be just from you. You know what I’m after Evan: Chris Hart.

Envi: Yeah, his locker room’s about two halls down…or did you expect to find him here?

Noble: Well, as of late, I’ve found him everywhere *but* on Overdrive…and I’m looking to change that. I’ve been trying to funnel that rat into his cage for quite a while now, but he’s eluded me at every step…and he’s making friends. Well, he’s scraping together friends. If there’s something Chris has always been good at, it’s sucking at the tit of anyone with a name-

Envi: Let me stop you there; I know where you’re going with this. You want my help with Chris Hart. Do I look like Santa Claus to you, just handing out gifts for free?

Noble smirks.

Noble: You made a Cuban relevant again…maybe I thought you’d help me do the same. I’m not asking you to be my little bottom bitch. All I’m asking you to do is open your eyes. I know you have connections on Meltdown. I know you like to stop in every now and then. I’ve got a friend over on Asylum who’s watching to make sure Chris doesn’t stick his dick anywhere close to someone friendly. I’m asking you to do the same. Don’t help me beat Chris Hart…help me end Chris Hart.

Envi: So, I look out for you, and I get…

Evan furrows a brow and angles his head at Noble, speaking in a nearly childish tone.

Evan: ...I’m sorry, I missed that part. Could you repeat it for me?

Noble: A Chris Hart-free APW, for one. You want something really valuable? I know you want the tag titles. Truth be told, if I still had them, they’d be yours…but I’ll do one better. You help me with Chris Hart, and I help you get them; whatever you need. Let’s just say…I’m good at splitting up tag teams.

Envi’s hand moves away from the bat as he faces Noble.

Envi: It’s a tempting offer…but I’m going to have to politely decline. You and I don’t exactly have any trust between us…and I’ve seen how you treat your ‘friends.’ CJ, Jeff, Chris…seems to be a pattern there. Staying enemies sound better to me.

Noble snickers.

Noble: You’d rather be my enemy than my friend?

Evan gives a small smile and looks away, shrugging.

Evan: Hey, like you said…it’s a mad world, isn’t it?

Noble nods as he stands up.

Noble: Fair enough.

He walks towards the exit, but lingers in the doorway.

Noble:…But I settle my debts, Mr. Envi. All of them. Best you remember that when it’s time to survive…or conquer. I’ll see you tonight, Mr. MegaMegastar.

Noble exits as Envi stands, shaking his head. The scene cuts back to the ring.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first weighing in at 345 pounds from Possomgrape, Arkansas…. BUCKSON GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCH!!!!!!

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

Chase: Do you smell that Darren? Was there pig crap in that bucket or does he always smell like that?

Harvey: That’s uncalled for Chase. Gooch has been on fire since his inception here, narrowly losing in two close tag matches, but otherwise being flawless.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 198 pounds from Carson City Nevada….He is the APW XTREME Champion, Nick WAAAAATSON!

"Smooth Criminal" by Alien Ant Farm hits the PA as the fans stand up as Nick Watson emerges on the entrance ramp with a girl on each of his arms. He grins widely as the fans let out cheers and whistles at him and for the two girls, he then asks both the girls to make their way down to the ring, which they promptly do, allowing Nick to look around the arena in a non-distracted fashion. Nick raises his fist to the sky and pumps it a few times, each time green and white pyrotechnics explode around the entrance ramp, after the third time he stops, and makes his way down to the ring. As he reaches the ring, the girls lower the ropes so that he can get inside the ring easily, he grins, and then does so, making sure to kiss the two girls, and then tell them to leave. They obey and make their way backstage. Nick then looks at the entrance ramp as he takes off his shirt, to the adoration of some of the women at ring side, and throws it out into the crowd, as he gets ready for his match to start.

Chase: God, if there’s anything worse than a Buckson Gooch, it’s a Nick Watson sighting. Seriously, can we not find a way to get him off of the television.

Harvey: OH STOP! That’s the Xtreme champion you’re talking about.

Buckson Gooch vs. Nick Watson © - Non Title Match

Watson explodes with a spinning elbow strike. Then another, but they knock Gooch back a couple of steps, he shakes them off and he snarls at Watson. Gooch goes for a huge Big Boot, but Watson manages top duck under it and pops Gooch with a roundhouse kick that causes the big man to stumble back. Watson hits the ropes and runs hard diving at Gooch with a cross body block…… but Buckson catches him in mid air and screams to the delight of the fans before scooping him up on his shoulders and hitting an MASSIVE powerbomb in the middle of the ring! He pops back to his feet, bounces off the ropes and SPLASHES down on Nick before hooking the leg for the cover.

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Kickout!

Chase: I FELT the shake of the impact all the way over here. Nick Watson is nothing more than a stain on the mat right now!

Harvey: That couldn’t have felt good to Watson in the least.

Gooch paces around the downed Watson and STOMPS hard on his chest. He places his right foot on Watson again and takes a step standing on his chest while Nick kicks and screams on the mat until Gooch steps over him and Watson coughs in pain, holding his chest. Gooch pulls Nick up to his feet and strikes him hard twice in the face with big right hands and then tosses him like a rag doll into the corner. He sizes up on the other corner and runs full speed ahead and leaps with an avalanche…..But Nick slips to the side, grabs a stunned Gooch and drops him with a swinging neck breaker. He hops up and springboards off the middle rope into a moonsault. He hooks the leg.

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MASSIVE KICK OUT that tosses Nick out of the ring through the middle rope!

Harvey: Kickout with ATHORITY there. And Nick Watson landed hard on the outside of the ring!

Chase: Just when it looks like he got a little bit of momentum started, the Big Man just squashed all his hopes and dreams.

Gooch rolls to the outside and drags Nick up by his hair before whipping him back first into the baracade. He rushes and COLIDES with him hard BREAKING through the baracade into the crowd!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

The ref begins his count and makes it to three before Gooch pulls Nick up and tosses him back towards the ring. HE grabs Watson’s head and slams it down hard on the apron, and again, and AGAIN! He rolls in and out of the ring to break the count at 7. He then sets Nick up and irish whips him hard toward the ring post, but Nick manages to reverse it and whip Gooch who’s head BOUNCES off the steel and he’s laid out flat on the floor. Nick rolls into the ring as the Ref counts to 5 before rushing to the ropes and spring boarding over the top to the outside with a 450 splash landing hard on gooch and bouncing off onto the floor!

A-P-DUB! A-P-DUB! A-P-DUB!

Harvey: What a move by Watson and he may have just knocked Gooch AND himself out!

Chase: It’s all well and good to show off some flashy moves, but you gotta be smart about it. He had the match won and just screwed it all up.

The ref begins his count.

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Watson hits a running slide kick into the downed Gooch before he hops to the top turnbuckle and waits as Gooch gets to his feet. He hits a missile drop kick and spins in mid air, landing on Gooch for the pin.

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Kickout!

Watson gets back up to his feet and pulls Gooch with him. He kicks him in the gut and goes for the JUST KIDDING, nailing it right on. He makes another cover.

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KICKOUT!

Nick heads up to the top rope again calling for the Flying knee. But before he can take off, Gooch comes and knocks his feet to the side, crotching him on the top. Gooch then sets Nick on his shoulders, spins and drops him with a huge powerbomb!

Harvey: Nick tried to end this match right there and it cost him big time.

Chase: Poor Nick Watson… could never finish!

Gooch pulls Nick up hard and drops him with a Stump Pull Piledriver, sticking him hard into the mat. He then grabs Nick’s legs and turns him over for a Boston Crab. He pulls back hard, eventually sitting down on the back of Nick Watson!

Chase: NICK IS SQUISHED! Call for the Bell Now!

Gooch holds his legs and pulls as the ref comes over to the floundering Nick Watson asking him to submit. Watson shakes his head but has no where to go. HE squirms and wiggles until he gets right to the ropes….reaches out and……………………grabs the rope! Gooch drops the hold and pulls him up and shoves him in the corner. He takes three steps back and runs with a HUGE Avalanche. HE steps back and hits another before throwing Nick to the ground. He climbs up onto the second rope, bounces and leaps off with a Gooch Bomb…..but NICK ROLLS AWAY!

Harvey: NOBODY HOME for Buckson Gooch!

Nick climbs the turnbuckle. As he gets there, Gooch is up and stumbles around. Nick flies off and connects with a massive muay Thai knee to the head.

Harvey: THE FLYING KNEE! Watson nails it!

Watson Covers.

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THREE!

Paige: Here is your winner, via pinfall, NICK WATSON!

Nick pulls himself up by the ropes and celebrates exhausted as he’s handed his Xtreme title. He nods at Gooch who rolls to the outside and pounds the apron in disgust. He then nods back to the victor and takes his leave while Nick is left to the cheers of the crowd.

Harvey: Nick Watson heads in to Christmas Chaos on a roll, Johnny! Buckson Gooch showed some serious potential tonight but it wasn't enough to defeat the Xtreme Champion!

Chase: No doubt... Watson's going to have to step up his game though if he wants to hold on to that belt!

The scene cuts to the back lot as Michael Lively's rather large and ridiculous limo he refers to as the Thundertank pulls up. Cindy Shannon can be seen standing by with a camera and a microphone hoping to get some answers from the self proclaimed savior of wrestling. Michael Lively's mother exits the drivers seat running around the limo with her chauffeurs outfit on that reads "I Drive for Jesus" on the back. She opens the door to the white extended Ford F-350 chassis.

First out of the truck is Jerry O'Harrow, the JESUS personal microphone holder. As he looks around rather smug with his greasy mullet and out of shape frame the next man out is Chubs. Another symbol of American health, the rather hefty cameraman of Michael Lively. As these two try to shield Cindy Shannon from the Thundertank out steps the large muscle wrapped frame of the Irish Hammer, Sabur. Lively's personal body guard takes his place with the rest of Lively's paid staff as Cindy Shannon tries to jockey past them. A brief second passes as you can hear the throat of what one can only assume is Michael Lively clearing inside the limo. Terri Lively, the woman who is to blame for this mass of ego and arrogance looks inside the limo before sighing in disgust. Suddenly the voice of the JESUS belts out like an angry God screaming through the clouds.

"DO IT..."

Terri Lively kneels down with her back straightened out ducking on the running board of the truck. It's kind of tough to make out what she is doing at first, but as Michael Lively steps on her back it becomes obvious that he just forced his mother to be a step stool for him to exit his stretched limo truck.

Cindy Shannon rolls her eyes as Lively straightens his clothes as he stands on the concrete with his eyes pointed straight at the building. His staff of hanger on's gather around as he makes his way toward the entrance. Cindy Shannon follows along yelling questions hoping to get an answer.

Shannon: Michael Lively...what was the legal dispute? How did you resolve it? Nothing seems to get Lively's attention as he waits for Chubs to open the door. The man steps into the building as Miss Shannon fires off one more question.

Shannon: People said you were scared of the talent here on Overdrive, is that why you fought against showing up here?

The men surrounding Lively all stop, which tells you the JESUS has stopped in front. Everyone backs out of the doorway as Lively turns around. He steps back out to the parking lot as Sabur quickly takes a spot next to him. The personal body guard looks at the JESUS, who just takes a deep breath. Lively motions for Sabur to to speak on his behalf.

Sabur: Cindy Shannon, Michael Lively has nothing to say to you, to the fans, nor to any member of this roster. The only reason the greatest wrestler alive is here today is because of a faulty legal error by his team...excuse FORMER team of lawyers. Michael Lively is here simply to have a meeting with the General Manager of Overdrive...that's it.

Lively pulls the big man by his shoulder whispering in his ear.

Sabur: And he also wants me to inform you he is scared of no man...

*CRACK*

Cindy Shannon quickly eats a super kick from arrogant Hall Of Famer Michael Lively as she collapses flat on her back. The man smirks as he looks at his handy work.

Sabur: He also said he's happy to see you again!!!

The crew of Lively and his misfits enters the buildings the camera pans down to the groaning Cindy Shannon.

[Johnny Rebel]

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

A massive red and gold pyro explosion goes off at the top of the ramp and rattles the arena as the curtain is pulled back and Azrael Goeren calmly makes his way out to greet his "adoring" fans. He continues down the ramp quickly and slides into the ring and requests a microphone from the timekeeper.

Azrael Goeren: Ladies and gentlemen!

The crowd boos loudly as Azrael talks.

Azrael Goeren: Yes, yes, I know, you’re glad to see me. Ladies and gentlemen, last week, in this very APW ring, I met the Overdrive Champion, Mark Mania, and we battled it out for your entertainment. It was a hard fought, even match, until the end.

The crowd cheers that Goeren lost last week.

Azrael Goeren: Until the end, when the referee, who was clearly paid off by Mark Mania, decided that I deserved to be disqualified for my actions in the ring. Actions which you all saw, actions which were not that out of the ordinary for an APW Megastar. I was disqualified and I was given my first singles loss in the APW!

The crowd cheers again at his losing.

Azrael Goeren: And after that match, I called out Mr. Mania. I explained to him how incapable he was of being a champion and explained how embarrassing it must be to win a match by throwing your money around. Then I challenged him, I challenged him to a match at Christmas Chaos for “his” Overdrive title. As expected, Mr. Mania backed away from the challenge, like a scared little girl.

“This Means War” by Busta Rhymes featuring Ozzy Osbourne plays over the loudspeaker and the crowd goes insane. Mark Mania walks out in his full suit, Overdrive title over his shoulder, microphone in his hand.

Mark Mania: You watch how you refer to me, Azrael.

Azrael Goeren: I was merely telling the truth.

Mark Mania: I agreed to face you at Christmas Chaos, but I didn’t agree for it to be the Overdrive title, because I don’t think you really deserve that chance.

Goeren looks at his displeased.

Azrael Goeren: And by all of that, you mean you’re afraid to go up against someone of my caliber, on such a grand stage like Christmas Chaos.

Mark Mania: You know I’m not afraid of you Azrael.

Azrael Goeren: Prove it then, Overdrive Title on the line, you and me at Christmas Chaos.

The crowd cheers at the prospect of it as Mark considers it.

Azrael Goeren: Prove it, Mark.

The cheers are getting louder and louder. Mark rubs his chin in though.

Azrael Goeren: Are you too scared Mr. Overdrive Champi-

Mark Mania: Fine!

The crowd erupts in joy.

Mark Mania: You and me at Christmas Chaos Azrael. For the Overdrive Championship. Except, this time, there will be no faulty ending, no surprise twist. This time, we are going to face off, in a No-Disqualification Match!

The crowd goes insane cheering. Azrael looks taken aback.

Azrael Goeren: Wait just a second!

Mark Mania: Who’s scared now, Azrael?

The crowd goes insane as “This Means War” hits over the loud speaker again. Mark Mania drops the mic and smiles at Goeren who looks very surprised by this change.

Harvey: I can't wait for Christmas Chaos to see Mania and Goeren get after it for the APW Overdrive Championship! Let's get to the ring for A.C. Smith and Mac Bane!

The lights in the area quickly cut out. The fans are abuzz, and the electricity in the air is met with one lyric.
“ALL OF THE LIGHTS”

Fireworks go off in time with the bass to the song as a large, dark silhouette appears on the stage. It stands still as a statue as the music continues and the capacity crowd cheers its collective heart out.

Nicky Paige: “From New York City! ...THE BIG APPLE ASSKICKER, A.C. SMITH!!!!!”

The lights slowly come back on around the building, and only now does the big man move down the aisle. He confidently surveys the scene around him and touches the outstretched hands of fans as the chorus kicks in.

“Turn up the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
Turn up the lights in here, baby
You know what I need
Want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the liiiiights”

Smith soaks in the admiration as he pauses just for a moment at the ringside steps. However, the multiple-time world champion quickly pops up to the apron, runs to the opposite turnbuckle, and poses atop it to more cheers from the crowd. After a few seconds, Smith pivots and jumps down to the ring, where he begins to loosen up for his upcoming match.

Harvey: The fans love him and they’ll love his opponent, a popular rising star in APW.

Chase: These idiots will love anyone who panders to them.

The stage goes dark, then the anthem begins as the first chords of “Bad Ass” by Saliva begin to play. The lights come up slowly with the increasing volume of the music, Bane stands in the center of the stage as the pyro explodes around him never moving, never flinching. As the pyro fades out he makes his way down to the ring smiling and high fiving the kids and adults at ring side. He slides under the bottom rope and stands in the center of the ring with arms crossed waiting on his opponent.

Nicky Paige: His opponent, From Port Arthur, Texas, "The One Man Wrecking Crew" Mac Bane!!!!!

A.C. Smith vs. Mac Bane

The bell sounds and the fans don't really seem to be favoring either man as the circle in the center of the ring. The two lock up and A.C. immediately breaks, opting to hit Bane with a hard chop. Bane eats one and then evades another before catching A.C. in the mid-section with a solid boot to the stomach. You can hear the wind being knocked out of Smith, but he has no time to recover as Bane sends him into the ropes and nails a big boot. Some people in the crowd pop but there isn't a large reaction.

Chase: They’re going to have to wake this crowd up. Watson put on a clinic against the Green Buckson Gooch earlier.

Harvey: I’m sure these guys will put on a show.

Smith is back to his feet and attempts to tie up with Bane again but again he takes a knee to the midsection. Bane applies a front face lock and expertly takes A.C. over with a snap suplex. He covers.

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A.C. kicks out just before the two earning some cheers from the crowd. Bane keeps on A.C., getting him in a reverse waist lock. He nails A.C. in the back of the head with a forearm smash and then looks for a reverse neckbreaker but A.C. hits him with an elbow to the kidneys. Bane turns looking for a strike but A.C. ducks down and then rises up with a fierce European uppercut.

Chase: That was perfect! The One Man Wrecking Crew just got ROCKED!

Harvey: His head whipped back hard!

Chase: I think Superman would be unconscious!

Bane staggers backwards but A.C. seizes the opportunity. He whips Bane across the ring and then nearly takes his head off with a roaring elbow. Bane goes down and A.C. is quck to cover.

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Chase: Another quick kickout!

Harvey: Looks like they are going to make the other work for everything.

Smith stands back and lets Bane get to his feet, as Bane had done for him. They tie up again, Bane sends Smith into the ropes and goes for a clothesline…Smith ducks and comes back with a dropkick to the stomach!

Harvey: I don’t care how chiseled your abs are, you get a full dropkick to them, you’re going to hurt.

With Bane already bent over, Smith takes advantage with a power bomb hard into the corner! There is a sickening crunch as the impact is squarely placed on Bane's neck.

Harvey: Did you see Bane's neck there? He landed right on it!

Chase: That was huge!

Harvey: The referee is in close, asking Bane if he's able to continue competing. Bane's legs seem to be moving which is good but he has yet to roll over.

The referee checks on Bane who is clutching the back of his neck. A.C. waits for the ref to give him the go sign, he does, and Smith grabs Bane by the foot and pulls him to the middle of the ring…

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Harvey: ARE YOU SERIOUS!?!?!?!?!?!

Chase: I’ve heard Texas leather is tough, and so is Mac Bane

The ref checks on Bane again. The referee moves away as Bane slowly gets to his feet, favoring his neck. He charges and goes for a short clothesline but A.C. ducks underneath it and puts Bane down with a reverse neck breaker.

Harvey: Bane's neck now has a Texas Sized bullseye on it. A.C. is going to exploit that and this may be the key to Bane’s defeat.

With his opponent at his mercy, A.C. looks to put him away. He gets him up in a fireman's carry but Bane refuses! He starts nailing A.C. with elbows to the face (earning a bigger pop from the audience with each blow). He slides off of A.C.' shoulders and hits the ropes. He comes charging back but A.C. low bridges the top rope! Bane goes up and over but lands on the apron. A.C. walks away holding his his nose and eyebrow, blood visibly seeping through his hands. He turns around just as Bane hits a springboard into the ring! A.C. is clobbered with a flying clothesline and both men go down.

Harvey: BANE THE AGILE BIG MAN!!!!!

Chase: Alright even I'm a little impressed that he could do that, I thought he was done for.

The referee checks on both men and A.C. is the first to stir. Bane is still holding the back of his neck and A.C.' sees this. Bane gets back to his feet and both throw up their dukes. The crowd is starting to really buzz loudly. They trade punches in the middle of the ring with Bane knocking back Smith. Bane rears back nailing A.C. with a hard chop. A.C. answers back with one of his own and the crowd is starting to 'Whooo!' along. The two trade a half dozen chops back and forth before A.C. goes for an elbow! He misses and Bane clutches him…TEXAS SIZED STO!!!!! A.C. drops and Bane covers. Bane added a jump that dropped Smith on the crown of his head.

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Smith is able to kick out and we get a close up of eyebrow, which has suffered a pretty wide cut and is bleeding a fair amount. He is in a daze as he tries to get back up but Bane is having none of it. He hits A.C. with a running sole kick to his face and then grabs him in a gut wrench. Bane his A.C. with a hard elbow to the kidney for good measure before taking him over with a gut wrench suplex.

Harvey: A.C. appears to have a fairly deep cut on his eyebrow. He's bleeding quite a bit.

Chase: Not if A.C. paralyzes Bane and ends the match that way first.

A.C. scrambles and does his best to recover but walks right into a clothesline from Bane, which sends a mist of blood into the air. Again A.C. scrambles back up but he is in such a daze that he walks right into a toe kick, followed by a quick Fisherman's suplex. Bane decides not to hold onto the pin but he calls for the end.

Harvey: Mac Bane may be looking for that Bane of Your Existance that he's won so many matches with. A.C. isn't even on this planet right now.

Bane applies a front face lock and goes to lift A.C. up but the champ floats over and lands behind him. He nails Bane with a forearm shot to the back of the neck and then sends him hard into the corner. A.C. charges in looking for a knee strike and Bane moves! A.C. slams hard into the turnbuckle and then gets planted with a sit out full nelson slam!

Harvey: A.C. goes down with a thud! Mac Bane is showing true to his word..He is a “One Man Wrecking Crew!”

Chase: Of course he is! That idiot has a chance to get a big win.

Bane lifts Smith up, A.C. rakes Bane’s eyes and sends a dangerous elbow to Bane’s neck. Both men drop to a knee. Blood is pouring from the face of A.C. Smith.

Chase: A.C. knows that Bane is dangerous. He is attacking a weakness, which is exactly what he should be doing.

The referee once again checks on Bane, making sure that he can continue. Bane shoves the ref away and gets back up to his feet. Holding the back of his neck, Bane charges forward looking for a clothesline but A.C. ducks under it and plants Bane with a high angle belly-to-back suplex. Bane's body appears to be limp as A.C. grabs the ropes and tries to stand up. A.C. lets out a furious roar and starts stomping on Bane's mid-section. He then gets him up and calls for the end.

Chase: Here it is! Looks like A.C. is going to finish this off.

A.C. attempts another fireman's carry but Bane slips off immediately. He goes for a clothesline as A.C. turns around but A.C. ducks under it. A.C. then attempts another fireman's carry but Bane turns it into a sunset flip! Before the count, A.C. kicks Bane with his heel in the top of the head and rolls backwards. He stands and charges, looking for a spear but Bane rolls sideways out of the way. Both men stand but Bane gets the drop on A.C. and puts him down with a legsweep backbreaker into another STO! He covers!

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Harvey: How tough are these guys?!?!

The audience is hot! Bane stands holding the back of his neck. He staggers sideways and catches himself on the ropes as A.C. gets up to a knee. He's dazed and with blood running down to his chest from his nose and eybrow. Smith uses the ropes to stand up. They look at each other and glare…THEY CHARGE!!!!!! They are trading punches right and left. Smith chops Bane in the neck and grabs him…BIG APPLE SLAM RIGHT ON THE NECK!!!!!

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Nicky Paige: Here is your winner, A.C. SMITH!

Our cameras pan to the back where Long Island reacts in a very uncharacteristic manner... Positively as they see the face of Evan Envi, standing, looking as if he's in a daze as he gazes ahead at the wall in his locker room. Soon, there's a knock at the door. Envi doesn't flinch or move, but answers in a casual tone.

Evan: Yeah... Come in.

The door opens and a few seconds later, APW interviewer Shane West steps into frame.

West: Evan! I was hoping I could collect a word or two about a lot of things that are taking place this evening, and in seventeen days at Christmas Chaos.

Evan: Of course you were, Shane. It's never just "hey" or "how was your day" with you? No... You always want something, don't you?

Evan finally breaks himself from his trance and turns, looking up at Shane.

Evan: Well? Take a seat and fire away, big dog.

Shane hastily takes a seat.

West: Tonight, the APW Universe waits in anticipation for you to clash with Kurt Noble one more time in the final Overdrive of 2012. Don't you feel that you have a lot to live up to in this match? When I called your matches on Overdrive we heralded you as a prodigy. As this-- this alternative to Kurt Noble. Could this be the match that pushes Evan Envi through the glass ceiling?

...Or might the match that takes you to the next level be your match with John Dionysus at Christmas Chaos? It's definitely a match-up that people have talked about for weeks, but looking ahead could be detrimental.

Evan: Wow, Shane. I've never heard you give such a damn in my entire career.

West: What can I say?

Evan: I am fully prepared for Kurt tonight. He's psychotic. He's deranged. He's lost. I'm not gonna sit here and act like I can relate to this man. Sure-- we were villainized by the fans for the same thing, at the same time. Sure-- we've gone through some unfortunate twists and turns over the past few months. Sure-- Kurt Noble and I are a little worse-for-wear here in December than we were in say... April.

Evan shrugs.

Evan: But that's where the comparisons end. Kurt Noble is the one you need to worry about looking ahead. You saw what he did to Chris Hart... You don't just do that to the man you used to call your best friend, and then brush it off seven days later. It's still on his mind. Chris Hart is probably the ONLY thing on Kurt's mind... And I'm not going to hold back because of that. I'll make Kurt pay attention to me. After spending a minute in the ring with me tonight, Noble's gonna hate me just as much as he hates Chris.

Evan looks off into the distance and smirks as he says it.

Evan: And if John Dionysus is smart, what he sees tonight will scare him. He'll be horrified...

Think about it. Think about what I could do to Kurt tonight. Do you think that-- that people like Dionysus and Shadow will keep giving me crap if I beat the former Undisputed Champion? I don't think so.

West: Well, speaking of Shadow, tonight your partner, Delikado teams up with Mark Mania to take on Shadow and Azrael Goer--

Evan: IT'S A CONSPIRACY, DAMNIT! It's a completely idiotic decision on Johnny Diamond's part! Why is this happening? WHY is this match happening?

West: Because--

Evan: NO! You just pissed me off.

Evan crosses his arms and turns his back to Shane, glaring. The crowd chuckles at Evan's reaction but Shane West's eyes widen-- he's taken aback.

West: Uhhh...

: WHYYYYYYYYYYY?!

The camera pans over as Delikado enters the room.

Evan: Oh. It's you. Where's your new tag team partner? Hmm?

Evan obnoxiously looks over Delikado's shoulder, pretending to search for Mark Mania.

Boss Delikado: You have to understand Delikado! This isn't something that was ASKED for! This is punishment! This is UNJUSTICE is what this is, it is!

West: Wha-?

Evan: We're complaining. We're gonna go bitch to somebody about this. WHO decided to put you in the ring with that lunatic, Shadow? WHO DID THIS?!

The two seem to completely forget about West as they walk away, and out of the locker room, continuing their conversation.

Delikado: IT WAS THAT BASTARD, JOHNNY!

Shane West sighs and shakes his head as the camera fades to black, with the team's complaining still resonating through the halls.

[Johnny Rebel]

APW cuts backstage, where Shane West is standing with the #1 Contender for the APW Undisputed Championship, Biggs.

West: Thanks for joining me, Biggs. In a little over two weeks, you will be facing Terry Marvin one on one for the APW Undisputed Championship. Last week, Terry Marvin pulled a fast one on you. How does the new dynamic between you and Terry affect the upcoming title match?

Biggs: It doesn't really change things all that much. It wasn't like Terry and I were palling around, becoming good buddies or anything like that. What Terry did last week, blindsiding me, that doesn't make our feud more personal, it didn't raise the stakes. All that it proved was what I was saying all along, that Terry Marvin was disingenuous at best, and at worst, a bold-faced liar.

West: But you took Terry's place in his match against Level-One. You stook up for him...

Biggs: Well yeah I did, because the week before Terry did the same for me. Granted, his motivations for doing so were to set me up last week, but when I saw him supposedly injured in the backstage area, showing symptoms of a concussion, well, considering my personal history with injuries of that type, maybe I did allow myself to be a little soft last week. But you know what, Shane, it felt really good to know that I was helping somebody, and not just helping myself. Do you watch my weekly web show on APW.com, First Contact?

West: Not normally, no.

Biggs: Your loss. Still, this week I talked about how since my divorce with Ellie, I've done a lot of soul searching and self analysis, and came to the conclusion that although I had been focused solely on my own needs and success, it wouldn't really be that much of a success if I didn't have friends to share it with. And let's be honest here, Shane, you know as well as anyone how I've effectively alienated just about anyone and everyone who's decided to be my friend or ally at one time or another...

Before Biggs can finish the thought, C.J. Gates walks into view. Biggs eyes him somewhat defensively, and West takes it as a cue to leave C.J. and Biggs.

Biggs: If you're here to say 'I told you so', I don't want to hear it.

C.J. Gates: Don't worry, I'm not here for that at all. But I am here about last week.

Biggs shakes his head as Gates continues.

C.J. Gates: Obviously last week didn't go as anyone would have planned, especially for you. But I can't fault you. Marvin played the role well and just waited for that moment to reveal his true colors. At our expense, as well.

Biggs: I know all of that, I do. The fact of the matter is that I was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt despite my suspicions. I decided to trust him, and he paid me back by attacking me and handcuffing me to the ring ropes.

C.J. Gates: I know all about that. I trusted Kurt Noble before Rasslemania and he stomped on all of that trust, throwing me to the side. But none of that really matters now, because I have a plan.

Biggs looks at Gates for a few moments, trying to figure out the plan.

Biggs: Alright, hit me.

C.J. Gates: Before One Night in Hell, you proposed a partnership to watch each others backs so we made it to the chamber and so we stood a good chance at winning. If you ask me, that partnership worked.

Biggs nods in agreement as Gates continues.

C.J. Gates: And in this day and age, it might be wise to have someone to watch your back. Someone that you can trust. What I'm proposing, is that we make that partnership a little more...permanent.

Biggs smiles at the thought before taking a step back.

Biggs: Listen, I'm trying to become a more trusting individual, but, I mean, dude, you know how much crap I put you through last year and half! I have a lot of trouble believing that you could put all of that behind you. If there's anyone who would be justified in trying to screw me over, it would be you.

C.J. Gates: First, it's me, and that's not my style. Second, I'm just as upset about what happened last week and if we work together, we can hopefully prevent it from happening in the future. So what do you say?

Gates extends his hand and Biggs looks at for a few short moments before accepting it.

Biggs: Sure, let's give it a shot.

As they release the handshake, C.J. nods his head and walks off. We head back to ringside where Nicky Paige is standing, ready to announce the megastars for the next match.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, this next match, is a tag team match!

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

Paige: Please welcome first, from Eberswalde, Germany, weighing in at 215 pounds…

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

Paige: Azrael Goeren!!!!!

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

Paige: And, his tag team partner, hailing from Denton, Texas, weighing in at a whopping, 299 pounds…

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

Paige: Shadow!!!!

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

Paige: And their opponents… First, from Pinar del Rio, Cuba

”This just in: Wrestling is finally COOL again! DELIKADO...IS...HEEEEERE!”

The epically deep-throated narration announced, “Pilgrimage” by Nine Inch Nails begins and a nuclear explosion is heard going off as Boss Delikado walks out onto the stage. As the song keeps playing, he looks out to the ring and points to it with his left index finger before holding out his open right hand and slowly clenching it into a fist. The crowd boos and Boss Delikado slowly walks down the ramp, a little swagger in his powerful Bossy steps.

Paige: He is "THE BAWSE!" This is DELIKADO!

Boss Delikado continues walking until he is at the outside of the ring. He looks at the nearest camera, raising an eyebrow, and fakes a punch to it before jumping up and standing on the side of the ring with his hands on the ropes. He stares out to the crowd, challenging random fans to prove themselves against him, before he jumps over the top rope into the ring. He proceeds to pace around, punching his fists together. Delikado now waits for the match to start as he lazily leans over the top rope and stares out at the crowd, a highly amused smirk of superiority on his face. LIKE A BAWSE!

Paige: And his tag team partner, from Melrose, MA, he is the Overdrive Champion…

"This Means War" by Busta Rhymes plays out over the loud speaker as on the jumbo tron a giant video of Mark Mania's career highlights plays. Mark Mania walks out from backstage with the Overdrive Championship Title securely over his shoulder.

Paige: Mark Mania!

He raises it above his head with his right arm as the crowd cheers. He walks down the ramp slapping the hands of the fans as he gets down there. He looks towards the ring and walks around it. Keeping the title on his shoulder. He points for Delikado to get in the ring. Mark walks away from the match and sits down with Chase and Harvey.

Harvey: We weren’t expecting you to be joining us for this match Mark.

Mark Mania: Well, I made it very clear that I wanted nothing to do with this match, but I figured I might as well get a good seat for it.

Chase: Don’t you think you should be in the ring, honoring your contract as a wrestler.

Mark Mania: I’ll get in that ring if you want to get in there with me Johnny.

Tag-Team Match
Azrael Goeren & Shadow vs. Delikado & Mark Mania

The three men look at Mark very confused from the ring. Mark offers a “go for it” kind of movement with his hands. Delikado and Azrael Goeren start off in the ring and the referee rings the bell. Both men are staring at Mark still. Finally Delikado breaks his gaze and realizes he’s supposed to be wrestling Goeren. He runs at him at hits a surprised Goeren with a forearm to the head. Goeren goes down and Delikado starts stomping on him. Goeren tries to move away to get the tag, but Delikado pulls him away and lifts him to his feet. Delikado whips him into the opposite corner from his partner, where Mark is supposed to be. Delikado follows behind running hitting an elbow to the chest of Goeren. Azrael really feels it and stumbles out of the corner holding his neck and chest. Delikado grabs him and throws him off the rope, Goeren bounces back and Delikado tries to hit a clothesline, Goeren ducks under, hits the opposite rope and tries a clothesline but Delikado ducks under that! Goeren bounces off the initial rope again and this time Delikado throws his whole body at Goeren and knocks him to the ground.

Harvey: Delikado holding his own against Goeren so far here, seems to have gotten the upper hand.

Chase: Both men are such solid competitors, I just hope Delikado can ride out this momentum since he doesn’t have a partner.

Mark Mania: I’m right here, I have the headphones on, I can hear you. Delikado will be fine, he’s got so many voices in his head, this is like a handicap match for him.

Chase: It is, but not the way you’re thinking of.

Mark Mania: Any time, any place, Johnny.

Azrael lays on the ground, breathing heavily as Delikado stands above him laughing maniacally. Deli bounces off the rope and hits a huge leg drop on top of Azrael! He goes for a quick pin afterwards.

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Goeren kicks out and Delikado slams the mat in frustration. Shadow looks on, eager to get into the ring against Delikado. Goeren gets up onto one knee and Delikado tries to grab him by the head but Goeren hits him in the stomach with a strong elbow. Deli bends over and Goeren lunges up with a European uppercut and knocks Delikado back. Goeren delivers a few blows to the head and backs Deli up. Delikado regains his footing and throws a punch at Goeren who ducks underneath it. Deli put so much into it that he turned around backwards. Goeren grabs him from behind and hits a huge German suplex! Both men are on the ground, neither making much of a move!

Harvey: This must be nice for you to see Mark, your opponent at One Night in Hell and your soon to be opponent at Christmas Chaos, both on the mat.

Mark Mania: You know, it’s always a good thing when your opponents are getting worn out, but I don’t need to rely on this to be successful. This is just a good old fashioned match. Although, I’d love to see Shadow get into the action here.

Chase: You’re not the only one, Shadow is basically hanging over the side of the rope trying to get Goeren to tag him.

Goeren and Delikado stir at the same time. Goeren starts crawling towards Shadow who is desperately trying to be tagged. Delikado gets to one knee, Goeren is still crawling. Delik makes a lunge to stop him, but Azrael makes a lunge at the same time and tags in Shadow. Who steps over the top rope and glares at Delikado who has backed up into his own corner. Shadow offers him a “come on” gesture with his hands and Delikado smiles like a madman. He runs at Shadow who lifts up a leg and knocks out Delikado with a big boot. Deli drops hard on the ground. Shadow bends over and lifts him up. He throws him into the corner and then lumbers behind him and gives him a full body splash. Delikado gets hit hard. Shadow pulls him out of the corner and hooks him up and delivers a huge suplex!

Chase: I don’t know if Delikado has ever fallen from a distance that high before!

Mark Mania: Shadow is a big imposing fellow, that one’s gotta hurt.

Harvey: Things are starting to not look so good for Delikado here.

Shadow picks up Deli and throws him into the corner where Goeren is waiting with a knee between the ropes and Delikado hits it hard. He bounces out of the corner holding his back, but Shadow pushes him back into the corner. He tags Goeren who gets in the ring quickly with Shadow. Each of them hook a different arm of Delikado and throw him over themselves and Deli goes flying into the middle of the ring landing square on his back. Goeren goes to Delikado and tries for a pin.

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Goeren undeterred from the kick out lifts Deli to his feet and then plants him firmly back down with a DDT. Goeren looks as if he’s going to go for the pin, but instead walks over to Shadow and tags him back in. Shadow lifts up Delikado and tucks him underneath his legs, he lifts him up, trying to hit the Eclipse! Delikado somehow squirms out and drops to the ground on his feet. Shadow turns around surprised… LAST CALL TO CUBA! Delikado knocks Shadow out and he drops.

Harvey: Delikado is going to pull this off!

Chase: No thanks to you Mark. Wait, Mark where are you going!?

Mark Mania: Not on my watch.

Mark drops the headphones and rushes into the ring with a chair! Delikado goes for the pin.

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The referee is confused as he looks on. Technically Mark is part of the match and you cannot be disqualified for attacking your own partner. Goeren rushes in behind Mark and as Mark is going to hit him with the chair, Goeren dropkicks Mark and Mark drops the chair. Goeren runs over to Mania trying to lift him up, Mark counters with a punch to the midsection. The two men start to trade shots and finally Goeren gets the upperhand and backs Mark into the ropes. Azrael backs up and clotheslines Mark over the top rope and down to the mat. Goeren jumps out behind him and tries to start stomping on him. Mark blocks a few of them and stands himself up against the guardrail. Azrael runs towards him but Mark ducks and shoulder and flings him over the rail and into the crowd!

Harvey: This match has gotten completely out of control!

Chase: And Delikado and Shadow are both still in the ring, reeling from the pain.

Azrael and Mark continue to fight in the crowd, punching each other back and forth as the crowd cheers on. Back in the ring, Delikado starts to stir. Delikado gets himself on top of Shadow and pins him. The referee isn’t paying attention to it though as he’s staring at Mark and Azrael. Delikado puts his fingers in the air trying to make the count.

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The referee turns towards Delikado and Shadow and signals for the bell to be rung!

Chase: Delikado did it! Against all odds he did it!

Harvey: Wait just a second there Johnny. The ref didn’t make the pin, let’s listen to Nicky Paige for the explanation here.

Nicky Paige gets into the ring with the referee as he explains to her what happened.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners, Azrael Goeren & Shadow!

The crowd goes wild and so does Delikado, he starts freaking out at the referee who holds him back from yelling at Nicky too.

Paige: Technically, when Mark Mania hit Delikado with the chair, Mark was tagged into the match. After such time, he and Shadow were the legal members in the match. Mark Mania has been counted out after entering the crowd, and therefore Azrael Goeren and Shadow are your winners!

Chase: This is ridiculous! How on earth did this happen!

Harvey: Never in my life have I seen someone be tagged in with a chair before.

Chase: Mark Mania should be ashamed of himself for losing this match for he and Delikado.

Harvey: I think Mark Mania has more important things to be worried about as I believe he and Azrael Goeren are still fighting backstage!

[Johnny Rebel]

The camera quickly cuts backstage to the Nassau Coliseum as dozens of APW backstage employees are frantically trying to separate Mark Mania and Azrael Goeren who appear to have taken their earlier brawl to the parking garage. Mania lunges for Goeren but is momentarily intercepted by three APW officials. Goeren stumbles backwards against a pillar, only to have Mania surge forward away from the officials' grasp and spear Goeren right into the concrete!

Harvey: My God, these two are still going at it! We need to get more security back there right now before this really gets out of hand.

Chase: I say let em' fight! Somebody give Goeren a weapon!

The officials swarm back over the two men as Mania starts throwing a barrage of fists down on Goeren's skull. They manage to pull Mania to his feet and hold him back but all that does is give Azrael the opening he needs to slam his fist directly into Mania's crotch! Mania crumples to the concrete in obvious pain as the officials try to keep Azrael away.

Harvey: Come on! What a cheap shot by Goeren! Mania couldn't even defend himself!

Goeren stumbles to his feet and gives Mania a hard kick while he's down before he shoves a handful of referees to the garage floor. The sound of tires screeching can be heard in the distance as a black Escalade rolls into view, driven by Azrael's new valet Angel.

Angel: OHMYGOD! Get in! Get in now!

Goeren furiously lunges for the backseat door, looking behind him just in time to see Mania get back to his feet and grab hold of a fire extinguisher that was hanging on one of the garage pillars. Goeren dives into the backseat as the car starts driving away, but not before Mania THROWS the fire extinguisher right through the back window and smashes it to pieces!

Harvey: Holy Hell!

The Escalade keeps going, its back window completely shattered and the doors still open. The car speeds off into the night, running over the curb in the process. Mark Mania stands by himself in the parking garage, the APW officials wisely keeping their distance now as he angrily watches Goeren make his getaway. The camera cuts back to Harvey and Chase who stare back in complete shock.

Harvey: That was absolutely insane! What are these two men going to do to each other when they're thrown into a No DQ environment for the Overdrive Championship?

Chase: Its going to be violent, that's for sure...but let's focus on what really matters here...I hope Goeren sues Mania for ruining his car like that! That was completely uncalled for!

Harvey: Oh please. Goeren is lucky he got away when he did after that cheap shot. There is definitely a lot of hatred brewing between these two men and it's all going to boil over at Christmas Chaos! The action continues here on Overdrive. Kurt Noble and Evan Envi is next!

”When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you again...!"

Multi-colored lights dance all across the arena as the opening riffs of "Helter Skelter" blast through the PA system. Within seconds, Evan Envi emerges from the back, dressed in a white jacket with the name "ENVI" emblazoned across the back in blood-red, shimmering cursive. He looks out into the roaring legions of fans, not entirely shocked, but awkwardly taken aback at the reception.

Paige: The following bout is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, on his way to the ring, hailing from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at two hundred and eleven pounds... The MegaMegaStar... EVAAANNNN ENVIIII!

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

Harvey: Long Island is firmly in the corner of Evan Envi tonight as he takes on the former APW Undisputed Champ, Kurt Noble!

Chase: We expected this. Evan expected this. Noble expected this. But you know what Noble also expected? He said that these fans wanted to see him destroy Envi. Rip him limb from limb. They want more from Kurt Noble-- and we've seen these two in the ring. We saw what they did to each other in the quarter-finals of the Extreme Tournament. If any two wrestlers can give these bloodthirsty fans a violent, disturbing match... Well, it's Noble and Envi.

Harvey: But remember-- these man said it isn't about that! This is a wrestling match first and foremost. Who knows what we're gonna see?

The lights in the arena shut off, as the chorus to "Labrinth" blasts through the speakers. After a few moments, out steps Kurt Noble, eliciting a mixed reaction from the crowd. Noble begins to limp down to the ring. Upon reaching it, Noble slowly walks up the stairs to the ring. He enters the ring, and climbs up on the turnbuckle, staring down Evan Envi, who gazes back up at Kurt in the darkened arena, unflinching. The two remain locked in eye contact for what seems like an eternity.

Paige: And his opponent, hailing from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds... KUUURRRT NOOOOOBBBLLLE!

Noble moves off the turnbuckle, as the lights return to normal and the music dies down.

Harvey: These fans are amped. Long Island is ready for Kurt Noble and Evan Envi to do battle!

Chase: This-- this is huge! These two have never liked each other. And after Envi basically gave Noble the cold shoulder earlier, their relationship probably hasn't gotten much better.

We briefly cut to the backstage area where John Dionysus sits in his locker-room, leaned over in his chair, prepared to watch the match intently.

Harvey: And there is John Dionysus, Evan Envi’s Christmas Chaos opponent. You can bet he’ll be watching this one closely.

A dueling "LET'S GO NOBLE... NOBLE SUCKS!" chant develops, earning only a smirk from Noble. Envi continues to stare at him...

...The chants subside and the crowd grows deafening as the bell rings.

Evan Envi vs Kurt Noble

The two circle the center of the ring for a moment, eyes locked on each other, before they finally lock up. Evan seems to be winning a test of strength in the tie-up but Kurt shifts his weight and catches Evan in a side headlock before taking him to the mat. Evan twists his body and is able to contort himself to catch Kurt in a headscissors! Kurt breaks his own hold and rolls away from Evan. Both men climb to their feet, but Noble is the first to strike with a hard Lariat. He makes his way to the ropes and waits for Envi to get to his e feet before charging him again and slamming him to the mat with a back elbow. A mild ”Evan!” chant begins as Evan climbs to his feet, checking his nose for blood. He tries to defend himself as Noble runs forward and hits a European Uppercut! Evan falls against the ropes and Noble Irish Whips him across the ring! He ducks down for a Back Body Drop, but Envi slides to a stop in front of Noble and delivers a throat thrust! Noble turns around, clutching his throat, and Envi drops him with a Sleeper Slam! Evan hooks his far leg.

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Harvey: Quick pin attempt by Envi--!

Chase: And I think Evan’s strategy is obvious. Pin Kurt Noble, and pin him quickly.

Noble shoots a grin at Envi as he hops back up to his feet. He invites him forward, and Envi bites, going for a Clothesline-- but he’s dropped with a Hip Toss. Kurt goes for an armbar but Envi rolls over his shoulders to his feet and wrenches Noble’s arm instead! He hits Noble with a kick to the sternum and backs him into the ropes. Evan Irish Whips Kurt across the ring and upon the rebound, nails him with a Calf Kick! Evan goes for the cover, but Kurt rolls away and toward the ropes. Envi charges him, but the referee restrains him, calling for the break. Long Island boos, but Evan waits patiently in the center of the ring.

Harvey: Definitely a more focused, more aware Evan Envi over the past few weeks than we’ve seen since his debut here on Overdrive. Could it take him to a win over Kurt Noble this week?

Chase: That’s tough. I’ve always had my eye on this kid, but sometimes you just can’t compete with Noble. When he’s on his game, he’s nearly unstoppable.

Noble comes to the center of the ring again, and seems to be ready for another tie-up but he delivers a stomp to Evan’s ribcage. Evan drops down to one knee and coughs in pain. Noble runs past Evan, shoots the ropes and drops him with a Bulldog! Envi climbs to his feet, holding his jaw in pain and Noble takes him down again with an Enziguiri. Evan falls to the mat and Noble lifts him up, swinging him with force into the turnbuckles. Evan groans and staggers out of the corner. Noble goes low and clips Evan’s right leg. Evan goes down and Noble performs the Ankle Lock-- quickly getting it synched in!

Chase: The Quixotic Lock! It’s on tight!

Evan scrambles for the ropes, groaning in pain from the hold. Kurt tries to keep Evan grounded, but Evan’s erratic movements are enough to cause Kurt to lose his grip on his foot! Evan slips loose and hobbles to his feet. Kurt charges him for another hard Running Lariat, but Envi grabs the top rope and drops down. Noble trips over Envi and over the pulled rope, falling to the apron! Evan blasts Noble with a high roundhouse kick, knocking him to the floor!

Harvey: HUGE shot to the temple by Envi!

Chase: Noble might be out. Evan could win this thing by count-out if he doesn’t go get him!

The referee begins to administer the ten-count. Evan Envi stands in the corner, watching Noble intently as he gets up.

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Chase: AHHHH! The broke down the barricade!

Harvey: This fight just spilled into the crowd!

Chase: I thought you said Envi and Noble just wanted this to be about the wrestling?

We briefly cut to a shot of John Dionysus watching the match from the LCD monitor in his locker room-- and we cut back to the action as Noble hits Envi with a well-placed punch or forearm to the skull, methodically, at seemingly irregular moments. Evan stumbles past several security guards and fans, until the two reach an open patch of concrete. Noble delivers a knee to Evan’s mid-section and takes him down with a Clothesline. The referee screams for both men to return to the ring. Envi is dragged to his feet and Noble sets him up for the Mark of Nobility!

Harvey: NO! He’s looking for the Mark of Nobility on that concrete-- he’ll break Evan’s neck!

Noble gets Envi up into the air, but Envi rolls off of his shoulders and drops down behind him. Noble twists around and Envi drops him with a Spinning Heel Kick! Noble gets up once more and our vision is obscured as fans try to get a closer look-- but we clearly see Envi deliver a thunderous Exploder Suplex!

Chase: Good lord...

Harvey: An Exploder Suplex to that concrete-- and it could have bone-shattering results.

A clear ”EVAN!” chant develops and both men lie in agony on the ground. The referee has finally reached the action and checks on both men as opposed to counting them out. Evan is up first and shoves past the ref, lifting Noble up by his hair. He guides him back to the barricade and throws him over, to the floor at ringside. Noble groggily gets to his feet and Evan leaps over the barricade, slamming him against the apron! Noble goes stiff but is able to rake Evan’s eyes, unbeknownst to the ref! The audience boos and Evan staggers away, but Noble grabs Evan from behind and hits a German Suplex on the outside! Evan folds up and rolls onto his stomach, groaning in pain. Noble grins wickedly as he leans against the announce table, catching his breath. He finally lifts Evan up and rolls him into the ring, covering him when the referee returns.

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Harvey: After a vicious battle through our Long Island, New York audience, we find ourselves back in the ring and Kurt Noble is going back after that ankle.

Noble drops two knees across Evan’s ankle. Evan hides his ankle beneath his body and covers up. Noble smirks at him and yanks him to his feet by the hair. The referee scolds Noble, but Evan slaps his hands away! He hits Noble with another roundhouse that knocks Noble to his back! Evan tries to shoot the ropes, but he doesn’t have the speed he would due to the attacks on the ankle-- and Noble is able to quickly jump up and pop a Belly-to-Belly Suplex as a counter! Evan groans and climbs to his feet, walking right into the Mark of Nobility! Noble covers him.

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Chase: Noble’s back in control. Evan Envi can’t put a lot of weight on that ankle right now!

Harvey: And look-- he couldn’t get the pin, but Noble’s going back for the Quixotic Lock!

Noble gets the Ankle Lock gripped in, but is once again unable to grapevine the legs. After an excruciating ten minutes, erratically writhing in the move, Evan pushes himself up onto his hands and then sends Noble into the ropes by rolling over his shoulder. Noble stumbles back into a Falling Neckbreaker by Envi. The crowd cheers the small comeback. He slowly gets up, beating Noble to his feet by seconds. Evan lights Noble up with kicks to the ribcage and sternum, but as he turns to shoot the ropes, Noble is able to take him down with a Chop Block. Evan’s leg buckles and he falls to the ground. Noble locks in the Quixotic Lock again, though this time is able to grapevine the leg!

Harvey: He’s got it! Evan is trapped!

Evan is indeed going nowhere in the ring. He clenches two handfuls of his own hair, groaning in frustration. He pulls himself toward the ropes, but with half the intensity and drive as before. His face turns red and he suffers in the move for upwards of fifteen seconds before his hand raises up...

Chase: He’s gonna tap!

Harvey: It’s been a long, long time since I’ve seen a man make either of these men tap out. But Long Island is firmly behind Evan Envi!

The crowd roars for Envi to reach the ropes, and erupt into cheers as he does! Noble needs to be “reminded” by the ref to let go, but breaks the hold and climbs to his feet, smirking at the damage he’s already done. Envi gets himself up using the ropes, but Noble stomps right at his ankle. Evan begins to drop and Noble pulls him away from the ropes, driving him to the mat with a Spinout Inverted DDT!

Harvey: The Noble DDT, and this might do it! Cover!

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Chase: Not yet, Harv!

The crowd roars as Envi kicks out and Noble smirks. He lifts Evan up, but takes him down with a hard European Uppercut. He arrogantly signals for the end to the crowd and goes to lock in the Dance with the Devil. Once again, we briefly cut to a shot of Envi’s Christmas Chaos opponent, John Dionysus watching from the back, showing mild concern as Envi struggles to prevent being turned over.

Harvey: Again, John Dionysus looking on while Evan fights off Noble’s attempt at this Sharpshooter with everything he’s got!

Chase: You have to think... Does Dionysus have the same mindset as Noble does toward Hart? Does Dionysus WANT Envi to get beat up in this match tonight, two and a half weeks from their showing?

Harvey: I don’t think John Dionysus wants to go against an injured Evan. He wants him at his best-- and that’s what Noble’s getting tonight too! Envi blocks it!

Evan manages to kick Noble away and knock him to his back! Both men climb to their feet and Noble goes low, trying to take Evan down again, but Evan hammers away at the back of his neck, fending him off! Noble is forced to back away and Evan-- out of nowhere-- plants him with a Snap Double-Arm DDT!

Chase: The Blues!

Harvey: We’ve seen Envi take Megastars out with that in the past!

Evan favors his ankle and takes a second to roll over Noble and hook his far leg.

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Harvey: How close can you get?!

Evan groans and pulls himself up again, but it’s obvious that he has difficulty even standing. He lifts Noble up, but Noble takes him down with a Dragon Screw Leg Takedown and stomps at Evan’s right leg. He goes into a frenzy, slamming Evan’s foot and ankle against the mat in a fit of rage! The crowd roars at the outburst and the referee is forced to restrain Noble. We cut once more to Dionysus looking, shaking his head as he watches the match from his locker room. Noble lifts Envi up and holds him upside-down for a Suplex-- but falls back so Evan’s ankle snaps against the top rope! Evan cries out in pain and Noble stacks him up for a pin.

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Chase: The kickout--

Harvey: Look! Noble still has Evan’s ankle!

Noble keeps a hold on Evan’s ankle even though he kicks out, but Evan hops into the air and hits a spinning mule kick to Noble’s chest! Noble falls backward, shocked. He climbs to his feet and Evan jumps onto his shoulders, delivering a Release Hurricanrana that knocks him across the ring. On one leg, Evan limps to the turnbuckles and springboards up to the top. He waits for Noble to get to his feet and then dives off, nailing a Diving Moonsault, rolling Noble up as he lands on top of him! Noble is pinned to the mat-- and Envi grabs the middle rope for leverage!

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Harvey: Was that thr-- no! Noble kicks out! Noble BARELY kicks out, and he realizes how close that was!

Noble gets to his feet, shakily. He catches the oncoming Evan with a Drop Toehold! He tries to set him up for the Cross-Legged STF, but Evan rolls onto his back, pulls Noble toward him, and delivers a headbutt! Noble falls off of him and Envi gets up. He catches Noble with a Dropkick as Noble gets to his feet and then goes to the outside again. He climbs to the top turnbuckle.

Chase: High risk AGAIN by Envi!

Harvey: He’s on one leg right now. He needs to do whatever he can do in that ring that DOESN’T require two legs. And flying requires no legs! So far-- it’s working.

Evan perches himself on the top. He leaps off and delivers a Diving Swinging Neckbreaker with such impact and velocity that Noble bounced over his shoulders and onto his stomach. Evan sits beside him, clutching his ankle, cursing in pain, but he rolls Noble over and leans back, hooking both legs again!

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Harvey: God-- neither man will quit!

Envi slams a hand on the mat in frustration, but the crowd remains behind him. He yanks Noble to his feet, but Kurt Noble blasts Evan with an elbow to the jaw. Evan yanks around and Noble seems to be attempting to lock in a Cobra Clutch to a loud mixed reaction from the crowd, but Envi backs both men into the ropes, forcing Noble to break the hold. The referee administers the break and Envi starts to walk away-- but Noble snatches him from behind in the Dragon Sleeper position... And spins Evan going for the Noble Neckbreaker!

Chase: Noble Neckbreaker!

...But Evan spins out of it and maneuvers himself behind Kurt! He grabs Kurt and locks him in the same Dragon Sleeper-esque position, but twists so his arm is over Noble’s throat and slams him down across his knee with a Snap Backbreaker!

Harvey: THE GUESS WHO! THE GUESS WHO CONNECTS TO NOBLE!

Chase: How-- how did he--?

Evan groans, clutching his ankle again on the landing, but rolls over Noble and hooks the far leg, leaning deep into the cover as the crowd counts along.

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The bell rings and the crowd roars as Envi rolls onto his back, allowing the referee to raise his arm in the air.

Paige: Here is your winner... The “MegaMegaStar” EVAN ENVIII!

Harvey: He did it! Evan Envi, on one leg, beat Kurt Noble!

Chase: Hahaha, WOW! The kid did it!

Harvey: What a match! These two spilled into the crowd, and still made it back to the ring to give us a wrestling classic!

Chase: Are you afraid if your name is John Dionysus? Haha!

You are my poison! You are my poison!

As Envi rolls out of the ring, Noble turns and looks up the entrance ramp as the crowd gets to their feet with a raucous cheer. As the music continues slowly the applause fade as a smile appears on Kurt’s face. He rolls out of the ring and grabs a microphone from the time keeper before sliding back in.

Noble: It …

Immmediately the crowd begins to jeer, cutting Noble off as he lowers the microphone and lets them have their moment. Slowly some of the jeers filter out and the chants for Chris Hart that continue to grow louder week over week begin.

HART!

HART!

HART!

Noble smiles as he raises the microphone.

Noble: … is a pussy!

The crowd boo’s Noble more vociferously and once again he lowers the microphone.

Noble: I beat him senseless, he ran away. Two weeks later the same thing happened. You can chant his name all you want but I promise you that you will never see Chris Hart in this ring again!

You are my poison! You are my poison!

Before the boo’s can start, ‘Poison’ by Secret hits and the crowd is measured slightly, until one section begins to go absolutely mental, as Chris Hart stands perched on the edge of one of the balconies amongst a screaming melee of people. The roof is nearly blown off the arena as the cheers from that section are echoed by twenty thousand strong as Chris stands soaking it all, microphone in hand.

Hart: These used to be your people Kurt! They still should be your people! Every single one of them used to believe in you Kurt and now listen to them.

In a defining moment in the legacy of Kurt Noble, the building begins to shake as a result of the boo’s pouring down on Kurt Noble, an angry glare on his face as he stares at Chris.

Noble: I …

Hart: I don’t care Kurt. I still believe in you but enough is enough. A month ago you left me in a pool of my own blood. Last week you tried to break my neck. Need I remind you Kurt of just who you’re fucking with!

The crowd goes nearly mental as Chris Hart stares down at Hart, seething … the emotion of his friends betrayal finally, after months, coming forward.

Hart: You want to fight me at Christmas Chaos Kurt, then you’re on.

The crowd shows no sign of tiring as again the chant breaks out amongst them.

HART!

HART!

HART!

Hart: But that’s it Kurt. One shot, that’s all. Christmas Chaos its Noble-Hart, but not the same as it used to be.

Noble: I will end you!

Kurt sneers at Chris who glares right back at him, locking eyes.

Hart: I don’t think so.

With that Chris hops down from the balcony and begins marching towards the ring, ripping off his t-shirt and tossing it into the crowd as Noble drops his microphone and stands in the ring waiting patiently for Chris.

Harvey: Get him Chris! Get him!

Chris is nearly too the ring before the entire APW security force books it towards the ring, sixty men eventually forming a human barricade between the two as the crowd begin to grow antsy. Each man probes the barricade before Noble smiles at Chris as he bends over and picks up the microphone.

Noble: Logo up or down Chris?

Noble extends the microphone towards Chris, the APW logo on all sides as Chris shakes his head before responding.

Hart: Up.

Noble smiles to himself, his point proven, as he tosses the microphone into the air and walks out of the ring as security squares between the two as Chris continues to shake his head at him, the camera fading away from a shot of the microphone lying in the ring, the logo straight on it.

[Johnny Rebel]

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is your APW Overdrive Main Event!'

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

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, accompanied by the APW Undisputed Champion, Terry Marvin, weighing in at 263 pounds, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada currently residing in Hollywood, California! He is a FOUR TIME APW Undisputed Champion! Please welcome... Level-One!!!!

Harvey: Level-One demanded that this match, which was originally scheduled to be a tag team contest, be changed to him versus C.J. Gates, one on one.

Chase: Christmas Chaos comes early this year! Although this match itself is not for the #1 Contendership.

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

“Shooting Star” by Black Stone Cherry begins to play as the fans cheer loudly. C.J. Gates quickly makes his way out of the back wearing his trademark cowboy hat and his“Go Big or Go Home” T-shirt. Biggs is right there with him. C.J. bounces around at the entrance a bit before moving towards the ring, bouncing to the beat. Biggs has a bit of a dance in his step as he follows C.J. down the ramp.

Paige: And his opponent, accompanied by Biggs, weighing in at 215 pounds, from Fargo, North Dakota, C.J. Gates!

Gates reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope before springing to his feet and climbing the nearest turnbuckle. He looks out at the fans before he raises his arms up in the air to a loud chorus of cheers from the fans. He climbs back down and removes his cowboy hat and carefully hands it off, before removing his t-shirt.

Level-One Vs. CJ Gates

As the referee calls for the opening bell, Level-One tactfully uses the split second to kick CJ Gates in the groin drawing boos from the crowd. Level-One follows it up by bouncing off the ropes and nailing a doubled over CJ Gates across the face with a knee! CJ Gates recoils upwards from the impact and Level-One chains the maneuver with a Level-One back breaker that floors CJ Gates. The crowd boos as Level-One steps up from one knee and strikes an arrogant pose for Hollywood.

Harvey: This match has just barely started and already Level-One is showboating! It's disgusting.

Chase: Well with Terry Marvin and Biggs at ringside, I expect things to move faster then usual around here.

On the outside, Terry Marvin slips a steel chair into the ring before he takes refuge under the ring. Biggs realizes this and is quick to follow as he too dives under the apron to give chase. Inside the ring, the referee and Level-One spot the chair at the same time. Level-One tries to grab it but the referee stops him and tells him he'll be disqualified if he uses it. In response, Level-One tugs the steel chair out from underneath the referee causing him to fall to the canvas which further draws the ire from the crowd.

Harvey: Level-One wouldn't dare! If he hits CJ Gates with that steel chair he'll be disqualified and CJ Gates would have defeated him for the first time in his career!

Chase: Wow, disqualification victories! That's like being a three legged man in a one legged race! Come on, Lester! Hit him!

CJ Gates is up to his feet and Level-One aims for the head but CJ Gates smoothly ducks underneath. Level-One tosses the steel chair to CJ Gates and then gives him the middle finger which frustrates CJ Gates who responds in kind by tossing the steel chair back to Level-One and then nailing him in the face with a flying drop kick! The steel chair bounces off the skull of Level-One and flies out of the ring sending the Hollywood superstar to the mat with blood trickling down his forehead. The referee see's this and immediately begins an argument with CJ Gates!

Harvey: The referee is about to disqualify CJ Gates from this match!

Chase: Good! We all just saw what happened. CJ Gates USED that steel chair as a weapon and that is clearly against the rules. Boo this man!

CJ Gates pleads with the referee but ultimately the referee calls to speak with the announcer. The two go back and forth while CJ Gates paces back and forth apologizing for what had happened. After several more seconds of discussion Level-One is up to his feet and grabs the referee by the jersey pointing at his wound.

''I want you to continue this match!'' He demands before pointing to CJ Gates. ''You are going to continue this match!''

The crowd can't help but pop even out of confusion as the referee obliges and signals for the match to continue. An equally confused CJ Gates regrettingly locks up with Level-One who out powers him and traps him in a side headlock.

Harvey: Well it looks like this match is continuing but only because Level-One seemed to have an objection to the disqualification of CJ Gates!

Chase: In this business you take a win anyway you can get it, I'm sure Level-One is just super confident of his own abilities and for good reason!

Outside the ring, Terry Marvin emerges from underneath the ring. Biggs crawls out behind him but Terry Marvin uses it as an opportunity to viciously punt him upside the head causing Biggs to rolls back underneath the apron and the fans don't like it one bit. As a result they have started pretty vicious Anti- Sindicate chant.

Harvey: Action is all over the place right now as Terry Marvin and Biggs continue to play out their antics around the ring.

Chase: Yeah well try to focus on what's going on in it, why don't you!?

Inside the ring, CJ Gates has managed to break the headlock and slip behind Level-One wrapping his arms around his waist! CJ Gates rolls backwards and tries to secure a quick pin!

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Harvey: Terry Marvin grabbed onto the rope himself and CJ Gates won this match! Dare I say it - even Level-One seems to agree!

Chase: Something doesn't smell right here, Harvey.

Level-One goes for a clothesline but CJ Gates ducks under. He hits Level-One with a boot to the sternum and hooks up his arms for the stamp of approval!

Harvey: He hit it! The stamp of approval!

Chase: No! This can't be! What the hell!?

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Terry Marvin rolls into the ring after Biggs has reemerged. This causes the referee to storm up immediately to confront both men. Fans continue to count the pin up until the sixes and sevens but the referee is too busy with the men running interference. In end the referee decides to send both of them out on there way! In frustration, CJ Gates breaks the pin and looks up at the referee but within seconds Level-One sits up. Aggravated, he pulls himself up to his feet and steps right in front of the referee's face to complain.

''What the hell is wrong with you!? You're a referee and you don't know how to count a freaking pin you jackass!? CJ Gates had me down for like ten seconds and you couldn't get it right!?''

CJ Gates overhears this and grabs Level-One by the arm.

''What the hell are you doing!?''

Level-One responds by sticking a finger into his chest and screaming right in his face.

''I am making you a star CJ Gates! I am doing it for the good of this business! I am doing it for the sanity of these fans. I am doing it so they buy Christmas Chaos two weeks from now without knowing that your defeat is imminent! So come on CJ! Do something you've never done before...''

Level-One lifts his hands up in the air as if he was Jesus Christ on the cross before letting his body fall backwards against the canvas. Staring up at the lights he continues to scream from the top of his lungs.

''If I beat you at Christmas Chaos in your current state, it would be for nothing! You need to pin me, CJ! One, two, three. Do it! This will be your only chance to beat me, EVER! You son of a bitch, I said do it!''

Harvey: This is disgusting! Level-One has been trying to throw this match the entire time to CJ Gates because he thinks he lacks credibility - he thinks, CJ Gates an unworthy challenge. How sick! How self serving! I hate you Level-One!

Chase: Wow, it all makes sense now! If CJ Gates was smart he would take this opportunity to build his stock because right now he looks like a complete schmuck!

CJ Gates looks at the referee and steps away from the body of Level-One with complete and utter disgust.

''I am not going to win this way, Level-One. You get up and you fight me. I will and I can beat you like man, Lester.''

CJ GATES! CJ GATES! CJ GATES!

The fans start a CJ Gates chant which is quickly broken up as Johnny Rebel steps out from the curtains stopping both Biggs and Terry Marvin from mauling each other on their way to the backstage area.

Johnny Rebel: Hold the phone just one second! Level-One if you aren't going to put on a performance that shows why you deserve to main event Rasslemania and CJ Gates isn't going to make the most of his opportunities by putting an end to what has been a horrendous wrestling match then I have no choice but to interject two men that will!

Terry Marvin and Biggs look at each-other aggressively as Johnny Rebel holds a grin.

Johnny Rebel: Diamond has no right to change this match earlier tonight, so right here and right now, this match is now a Tag Team match. It'll be CJ Gates and Biggs versus Level-One and Terry Marvin and the match starts right now! Good luck!

Harvey: Our General Manager Johnny Rebel has just laid down the law and now a whole new dynamic has just been added to tonight's affair.

Chase: With Terry Marvin in the mix, I don't think Level-One is going to hesitate to put either Biggs or CJ Gates away if it means sending even the slightest message to the Undisputed APW champion. We'll be right back for this huge main event!

Johnny Rebel slowly backs it up and vanishes through the curtains while fans stirs wildly. All four competitors soak in the huge announcement as Thursday Night Overdrive heads to the final commercial break of the night.

[Johnny Rebel]

Harvey: We're back and I cannot wait any longer! These four are going to tear the house down.

Chase: I can't believe we're giving this away on free TV!

C.J. Gates & Biggs vs. Terry Marvin & Level-One

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Overdrive comes back from the break with Terry Marvin holding C.J. Gates in a side headlock in the center of the ring. The fans are booing loudly as Terry wrenches the hold. C.J. uses his elbow to break out of the hold, connecting several times to the midsection of Marvin, forcing him to break the hold.

Harvey: During the break, folks, C.J. Gates was building up a head of steam on Terry, until Terry hit him with a Spinning Wheel Kick from out of nowhere before applying a more grounded attack to prevent C.J. from gaining any sort of momentum!

Chase: This could be the opening C.J. needs to take back control of this match for his team!

As Terry is hunched over in pain, holding his gut, C.J. jumps up and pulls off a Leapfrog Bulldog, taking Marvin face first down the mat! He follows up with a few snappy stomps, and puts the exclamation mark on it with a Guillotine Leg Drop! He goes for a cover, 1
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Level-One is in to break the count! Biggs joins in the fracas as well, trading a few blows with Level-One while the ref tries to get them out of the ring. As the ref is distracted, C.J. starts to pull Terry up to his feet by the hair, to which Terry responds with a Forearm Shot Low Blow! This draws the ire of the fans, and Terry laughs at their boos. C.J. is curled up on the mat in a fetal position as Terry grabs a hold of the top rope and begins to stomp him mercilessly! The ref finally gets the other two men out of the ring, and Terry reaches over, tagging in Level-One! The big man enters the ring, and arrogantly motions for C.J. to get to his feet. Level-One is right in there as C.J. attempts to get up, giving C.J. a stiff punch to the side of the head, but C.J. responds with a few well placed body blows to midsection of Level-One, followed up with a Jawbreaker! C.J. is quick to give Level-One a Dropsault right in the chest, and as Level-One hits the mat like a ton of bricks, C.J. is right there with a Springboard Knee Drop to the chest! C.J. goes for another cover, but barely gets a one count. He pulls Level-One up by the head, whipping him into the ropes, and jumping up to take L1 down with a Head Scissor Takedown, the momentum of which sends Level-One spilling through the ropes to the outside! C.J. is quick to grab a hold of the top rope and pull off a Vaulting Body Press, bringing the fans to their feet!

Harvey: What a maneuver by C.J. Gates! He's showing Level-One that he means business here tonight!

As C.J. begins to pull Level-One up, Terry is right there to smack him from behind with a Double Axe Handle, but Biggs comes screaming off the apron with a Cross Body Block, taking Terry down to the floor as well! All four men are down on the floor as the ref makes the count from inside the ring. C.J. pulls Level-One up and rolls him into the ring by the count of 8, with C.J. sliding right in shortly after the count of 9. C.J. mounts Level-One, giving him some crushing blows to the face before dismounting and tagging in Biggs. The Spaceman pops right up onto the top turnbuckle, and leaps off for a UFO Frog Splash, nailing Level-One! The fans cheer loudly and count along with the pin, 1
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Terry Marvin is right there to break it up! This draws C.J. right back into the ring, who sends Terry stumbling into the ropes with a wicked Enziguri! As Terry is dazed, C.J. runs at him with a Jumping Cross Body, sending both men flying over the ropes to the floor! This just leaves Level-One and Biggs in the ring. The ref has his back turned, checking on the two men on the floor, as Level-One kicks up with his foot and nails Biggs right between the legs with a vicious low blow!

Harvey: Level-One should be disqualified for that!

Chase: If the ref didn't see it, it didn't happen!

Level-One then rolls Biggs up in a Schoolboy, getting a handful of tights, with the fans booing at the top of their lungs as the ref turns around to make the count, 1
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Biggs just barely gets his shoulders up at the last possible second! The fans are chanting loudly,

”BIGGS! BIGGS! BIGGS!”

while Level-One looks at the ref in disbelief, holding up three fingers. C.J. and Terry are coming to on the outside, trading punches back and forth, while Level-One violently pulls Biggs up by the hair. He begins to set Biggs up for the Level-Advance, but as he goes to turn through, Biggs shoves him off, sending him right into the corner, chest first! Biggs then pulls Level-One out, grabbing his head in a side ¾ headlock, and runs up the ropes, flipping up and behind him to nail the Bigg Time! Meanwhile, outside the ring, Terry gives C.J. a thumb to the eyes, and tosses him head first into the barricade, while Biggs motions for Level-One to get up to his feet. Terry grabs a hold of a chair at ringside, sliding it in beneath the ropes towards his partner. This gets the attention of the ref and while he goes to remove the chair from the ring, Biggs runs towards Terry, diving through the ropes to take him out with a Suicide Plancha! The fans go wild as Biggs looks fired up at ringside, but while this is going on, Level-One reaches into his shorts and pulls out a pair of brass knuckles, unbeknownst to Biggs or the ref! As The Spaceman slides back into the ring and begins to pull Level-One up, L1 gives him a hard punch to the midsection with the knux, followed up by a hard shot to the chin! It's lights out for Biggs as he falls to the mat and Level-One falls on top of him, using his hand to hide the brass knux. The ref makes the count as the fans boo loudly, 1
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Winners: Level-One and Terry Marvin[/center]

Paige: Here are your winners, by pinfall, Terry Marvin and Level-One!

The ref tries to raise Level-One's arm, but he won't have any of it, trying to continue to conceal the brass knuckles. Terry Marvin slides into the ring, and tells the ref to raise his arm, distracting him long enough for Level-One to remove the knuckles and hide them in his pocket!

Harvey: What dirty, rotten cheaters! Level-One and Terry Marvin should be ashamed of their conduct here tonight! What they pulled here was nothing short of highway robbery!

Chase: Like I said earlier, if the ref didn't see it, it didn't happen! Quite frankly, I'm disappointed that Biggs didn't see this coming! Cheating to win is his big thing!

C.J. is coming to on the outside, and Level-One is quick to exit the ring, nailing him with a Running Knee to the side of the head as he tries to make his way back up! The fans continue to boo as Level-One grabs a hold of the top of the barricade, and places his boot in the throat of C.J. choking him! C.J.'s face is turning an interesting shade of purple as the ref tries to intercede on his behalf, but Level-One does not relent! Inside the ring, Terry mockingly motions for Biggs to get up, knowing that the shot to the chin with the brass knuckles flat out knocked him out. He pulls Biggs up by the hair, and pulls him into a Double Arm DDT position, holding him there for a moment to soak in the boos of the fans, before drilling his face into the mat with a ring shaking Whiplash! By this point, more referees and road agents have come out to the ringside area, peeling Level-One away from C.J. Gates. Level-One finally complies, and gives C.J. one last hard boot to the throat before backing away and heading up the ramp with a devilish grin on his face. Some of the road agents have entered the ring, and stand between Terry and the downed Biggs. Terry just looks out to the crowd, raises his arms triumphantly, and yells out ”STILL UNDISPUTED CHAMPION!” drawing more boos from the fans!

Chase: What we just saw here was an out and out mugging from The Sindicate to C.J. Gates and Biggs, sending both of them the message loud and clear, don't mess with the Sindicate!

Harvey: I've got to be honest, with the whipping being put upon Biggs and C.J. here tonight, it's painting a pretty bleak picture for the both of them in their respective matches at Christmas Chaos!

Terry collects his Undisputed Title belt from the time keeper and joins Level-One on the ramp, raising their arms in victory as the refs and agents continue to tend to C.J. Gates and Biggs.

Harvey: What a shame to end the last Overdrive of 2012 on this kind of a note! Well folks, that's all the time we have for tonight. We'll see you in 17 days for Christmas Chaos!

APW Overdrive comes to a close with the Sindicate still standing tall while C.J. and Biggs are tended to. Overdrive fades to black.