Meltdown - December 10th 2012 - Portland Maine

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The cameras pan to the back and our Portland, Maine crowd cheers as they see Aubrey J. Parker appear on the frame, en route to the locker room of the APW North American Champion, Logan Alexander. She's feet from the door when she's stopped by interviewer, Hannah Storm.

Hannah: Aubrey! A few wor-?

Aubrey holds a hand up to silence Hannah and smiles as she sees someone that the cameras don't quite catch yet. The camera pans around to reveal Code Red Wrestling's Buck Dempsey to the crowd's joy! Buck sees Aubrey and gives a wave. He approaches her with a warm smile and decides to say hello.

Buck: Hello, nice to finally meet you..

Aubrey smiles up at him kindly.

AJP: Well well well. Nice to finally see you around... Ha, hopefully you've come to save us all tonight... from Terry.

Buck: I honestly don't know much about the man. He's been courteous to me so far so I've been the same back. I'm hoping for a pretty competitive match tonight.

AJP: Yeah, that's what we're all hoping for.

She gives Buck a concerned look.

AJP: For your sake, I hope that's all this is... A competitive match, and nothing beyond it.

The crowd buzzes and the two are caught looking at each other in silence for a moment. Hannah Storm looks between them, silently aware that her interviewing expertise isn't needed, but she simply holds the microphone between them, giving clarity to their conversation.

Buck sighs and looks away but soon turns his sights back on Aubrey J. Parker, giving a small smile.

Buck: I'm not liking the sound of that... Something tells me you know a lot more than I could have even imagined.

AJP: Possibly. Possibly not. I'm not taking anything away from you or Terry or this match.

She shrugs.

AJP: It just comes down to politics. He has a lot of friends here. Some of them aren't exactly good people. You don't have many friends here... Politics.

Buck's face takes a concerned look. He takes off his hat to readjust it and wipe his forehead.

Buck: Hmm. I know all about politics. The wrestling business has been corrupt since the day I started...

I'd like to think Terry is an honest and respectable man. But you're right. I don't have many friends here. My kids are with me but Eddy is too young to do anything and Betty could only handle a few.

Buck then takes a deep breath. The look on his face changes to one of thought. He then swallows hard but looks as if something has crossed his mind

Buck: I know we barely know each other, having only talked on Twitter. But is there any way you could help keep an eye out for me? I would hate to wind up double crossed behind enemy lines with no one to have my back.

Aubrey smiles at Buck faintly.

AJP: It's hard to predict what's going to happen out there, ever. I know it.

She crosses her arms and gives Buck a nod.

AJP: But I have your back, one hundred percent.

A smile comes on to Buck's face. He breathes a sigh of relief and looks to relax a bit.

Buck: Thanks kid. I really appreciate this. If you ever need anything don't ever be afraid to ask, alright?

She smiles again up at him, beaming at Buck Dempsey. The cameras don't pick up the end of the conversation if it progresses beyond that, but Parker gives Dempsey a nod and the audience cheers at the prospect of their alliance as the camera cuts away.

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

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

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

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

Nicky Paige: “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome “the Hong Kong Sensation” Amy Zing!”

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

Shane West: “Amy Zing had some strong words for Logan Alexander this week and Logan shot right back. This is the first time these two have ever met in competition.”

Dick Harris: “YOu have to give the edge to Logan Alexander, he has experience.”

Shane West: “I think Amy Zing may want it more.”

Dick Harris: “Well how does it feel to want?”

::Standing in front of the ring, Amy leapfrogs onto the apron. She slingshots herself into the ring and runs to the corner. Amy pulls herself up to the turnbuckle, spreading her arms out to the sides, pointing to the crowd. Slowly, she brings them together. Once her hands touch, Amy suddenly backflips off the turnbuckle, landing in the ring..::

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

West: “The crowd loves Amy Zing and she loves them back.”

::She walks to the corner and grabs a mic, and moves towards the middle of the ring. She looks over the cheering crowd, pointing to them. This makes them cheer louder. Finally, the cheering dies down.::

Amy Zing: “That Logan Alexander is why I do this, for myself and as much, if not more, for them.”

::The crowd cheers again.::

Amy Zing: “Last week Logan, I made a challenge. This week, while not how I wanted it, I get my match. These people get that match. So tonight, despite everything you said, I hope you will take my advice and just for one night bring the Logan Alexander you once were out.”

::Amy Zing gets down on her knees, looking towards the entrance.::

Amy Zing: “I am begging you Logan. Just for one night.”

::With a jumping motion, Amy regains her standing position .::

Amy Zing: “Because Logan, I am going to try and kick your head off. Tonight, I show you and each of these people why I am simply…”

::“The Hong Kong Sensation” thrusts the mic towards the crowd::

Crowd: “AMY ZING!”

::Amy lowers the mic back to her.::

Amy Zing: “Good luck.”

::Tossing the mic towards the ringside attendant, she exit’s the ring as “Wait Your Turn” replays. Amy walks up the ring, slapping hands with a few fans::

West: “Strong words from Amy Zing, but it remains if she can back them up.”

Harris: “I’m gonna say no.”

West: “That remains to be seen.”

Paige: Introducing first, he hails from Shoreline, Washington standing at 6 feet tall and weighing in at 218 pounds. Ladies and gentleman, Germaine "Krunk" Williams!

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

Paige: Introducing next, she hails from Los Angeles, California standing at 5 feet 7 inches tall and weighing in at 125 pounds. Ladies and gentleman, Niobe “Nightmare” Martin!

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


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



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

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



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

Krunk approaches Niobe and offers hand as an act of friendship.

West: Niobe is CLEARLY not interested in befriend Germaine.

Harris: Do you not have eyes Shane? Can you see how good she looks? She doesn’t have to befriend anyone, her momma gave her everything she needs to succeed in life.

West: Seems out of character to me Dick. Niobe is a straight shooter, the colder shoulder doesn’t seem like something she would normally use, there must be some reason why.

Paige: Introducing next, he hails from Edinburgh, Scotland standing at 6 feet 5 inches tall and weighing in at 260 pounds. Ladies and gentleman, Evan McDonald!

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

Harris: None of that teamwork crap matters Shane because Evan McDonald is here. Niobe better put some shades on because Evan is about to pin her with his good looks.

West: I didn’t realize you were such a fan boy Dick.

Harris: Shut-up Shane!

Paige: Last but not least, he hails from Palmdale, California standing at 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighing in at 165 pounds. Ladies and gentleman, Tek The Wildcard!

“Am I A Psycho” by Tech N9ne begins to play over the speaker system as Tek comes out from the entrance ramp. He puts his gloves together and they show the print on his gloves. He walks down the ramp and the crowd is cheering. Tek gets in the ring and gets on the turnbuckle and puts his hands together to show the print on the gloves.

West: I don’t much about this guy Dick, but he looks like he came prepared.

Harris: We’ll see about that Shane!

Match Info:
Germain “Krunk” Williams & Niobe “Nightmare” Martin -vs- Evan McDonald & Tek The Wildcard

Tek and Evan turn to one another and start arguing over who will start the match while Niobe scoffs at Germaine and climbs to the outside of the ring; she lays her hand out, gesturing to Krunk that the ring is his. Krunk shakes his head in confusion but turns towards his opponents, ready for action. Evan and Tek have now transitioned into a shoving match, a situation that Krunk is clearly tired of.

Krunk sprints across the ring and drop kicks Evan into the turnbuckle. Tek takes a step back with a surprised look on his face; the match starts. Tek climbs to the outside and watches with a smile on his face as Krunk begins to stomp the bigger man into the corner.

West: What is Niobe doing?

Niobe begins to taunt the crowd, stirring them up with sexy gestures. The ref loses his composure and begins to gawk in her direction, clearly she has his attention. Tek capitalizes on the moment by pretending to be tagged in and catching Krunk off guard with a low blow. Evan collects himself long enough to roll out of the ring. Niobe stops the taunting.

West: Did Niobe just help the other team?

Harris: Who cares Shane, do you see that body of hers?

The ref collects himself and turns back towards the action. Tek is putting a beating on Krunk and the crowd is booing. Evan climbs back up to ringside and begins to taunt the crowd as they boo him. Tek turns towards Evan and tags him in; Evan continues the domination of Krunk. Krunk manages to fall towards Niobe and reaches to tag her in, she holds her hand out but right before the hands connect she pulls back. Krunk looks up at her with a shocked expression and Evan grabs him by the foot and drags him back into the center of the ring.

West: She is helping the other team!?

Harris: What do you expect Shane, Krunk hasn’t shown his face all week and he expects Niobe to just bust her sexy butt for him?

Evan continues the beating before tagging in Tek and the two jump Krunk briefly before the ref waves his hand and forces Evan out of the ring. Evan begins to argue with the ref as he slowly exits the ring.


Tek notices the ref has his back turned and he hits Krunk with a low blow them drops him with an Implant DDT. The loud slam grabs the referees attention, Tek hooks a leg for the pin. Evan is clearly pissed that Tek is pinning Krunk.


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Your winners via Pinfall, Tek The Wildcard & Evan McDonald!

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

[T-Marv]

“Reach for the Stars” begins to play through the arena and after a few moments the North American champion, Logan Alexander emerges from the entry way and starts walking down to ringside. The crowd gives him a mixed reaction as he heads down to the ring, carrying something tucked under his arm.

West: The North American champion is making his way down to the ring…

Harris: And listen to the response from this crowd. A month ago, he was one of their heroes, but now the fans don’t know what to make of him.

West: It hasn’t been easy for him in that regard, but he’s had a lot of success regardless of the crowd’s reaction. He’s the current North American champion and along with former champion Aubrey J. Parker is a contender for the Tag Team championship at Christmas Chaos.

Logan has made his way to ringside and moves over to Nikki Paige to get a microphone. He climbs up into the ring and walks to the center of it. “Reach for the Stars” comes to an end and Logan looks around at the crowd.

West: Now we’ll find out what has brought the champion out here tonight.

The crowd quiets except for some portions who continue to boo him.

LA: I’ve come out here to say a few things. Some relate to events from last week. Some will affect upcoming ones. These are all things that I feel I need to do though… because I feel that is what is right.

Last week, I came down to ringside during the main event of the show. That in and of itself wasn’t anything bad, but while I was at ringside, I let my emotions get the better of me. In a fit of uncharacteristic anger, I got involved in a match that I had no business getting involved in. For the second week in a row, I had an effect on the situation regarding the top contenders for the championship I carry.

People blame me wrongly for affecting the match between Valo and Deruty because I let it end by count out. If I had let the match continue, I’d probably have been blamed for costing the person who eventually lost their title opportunity by not calling the match a draw with the count out.

Last week was much clearer though… My interference cost Amy Zing her opportunity, regardless of whether she would have lost anyway or not. She’ll have another opportunity to prove herself though.

Logan pauses as sections of the crowd start an ‘Amy Zing’ chant. He looks around at them.

Harris: Logan looks bothered by this crowd’s reaction. They’re cheering for his opponent already.

West: I’m not sure if that sort of thing would bother him now.

Logan raises the mic again.

LA: Well… go ahead and get all that cheering out now. I don’t think you’ll have much reason to cheer later on.

This comment draws a heavy round of boos, but Logan appears unfazed by it.

LA: Anyway… what I really wanted to do while I was out here was to first, apologize to Amy for last week, for costing her the fourth spot in the championship match at the Meltdown Super Show. But Duvall was very quick to correct that, wasn’t he? Yet, when Aubrey was cheated out of this title…

Logan then raises the item he’d been holding under his left arm. It unfolded in his grasp, allowing everyone to see the North American Championship. Most tellingly, the name plate still read Aubrey J. Parker.

LA: He never bothered to give her the chance she deserved to get it back. And the fans certainly didn’t boo Amy Zing for having a hand in costing her the title, did you? But you sure enjoy raking me over the coals.

Logan glances around at the crowd, who boo him again in response.

West: I… didn’t expect him to ever say anything like that.

Harris: I know… I actually thought that was pretty good though.

After waiting for the booing to die down, Logan resumes speaking.

LA: Well, feel free to get all that booing out. You’ve all been getting a kick out of it for weeks at this point. I’ve got at least one more thing to do tonight that’ll get a whole lot more boos out of you as well. And that brings me to the second reason I’m out here. Based on the stand I’ve taken on how I won the North American championship and the recent events that have transpired here with me and the possible contenders for this title, it’s rather hypocritical of me to maintain any sort of tie to this title.

I’ve played along with the game that Duvall and Harrison laid out for me. I was looking forward to the super show as a chance to prove I deserved this title despite everything that happened in my match with Aubrey… but now, for the sake of my own honour and integrity, I’m going to do now what I was reluctant to do weeks ago.

Logan lowers the mic and the championship title. He takes a couple of moments to fold the ends of the belt underneath the center portion of it.

LA: Effective immediately, I am vacating the North American championship.

The crowd buzzes with that sudden revelation, but they are unsure of how to truly respond to it. Logan takes the moment to lower the belt to the mat and set it down gently.

The crowd immediately roars as "Nothing Has Been Broken" by Bassnectar hits the PA system. Within seconds, Aubrey J. Parker makes her way from the back, making a beeline for the ring. She already has a microphone in her hand and doesn't take her eyes off Logan during her descent down the ramp, or up the steel steps before she finally enters. After a few moments, the music dies, and the crowd continues to roar.

West: Well, THIS is interesting.

Finally, Aubrey raises the microphone to her lips and looks from the title to Logan, back to the title, and then up to Logan again.

AJP: Pick... that... up.

Logan looks at Aubrey, then he looks down at the title, and back to Aubrey again.

LA: No.

He speaks the word calmly, as though Aubrey hadn't just issued him a demand.

AJP: Pick up the title.

Parker speaks the words quieter, but her features slowly seem to be growing less pleasant... more frustrated. Logan shakes his head slowly.

LA: Not even for you Aubrey.

AJP: It's not for me.

If you leave that title there, you're spitting on everybody that's held this title and everybody that's fought for it. You're spitting in the face of every opponent you have at the Super Show.

She turns out to the fans and nods her head toward the camera.

AJP: And all of them. No-- not everybody supported you through this, and not everybody agreed with what you did, but you owe it to them to be a fighting champion. You owe it to everybody, including yourself, to prove that you deserve to be here. And besides...

I don't have quitters on my team.

LA: Considering the fact that I actually have been spit on in the last seven days, perhaps that isn't the best comparison to make.

He lets out a breath.

LA: I have no trouble being a fighting champion. I'm a fighting competitor. But this isn't about pride or ego. It's about doing what is right.

My victory over you for the title was meaningless, because one of us was going to get cheated out that night. And in fact both of us were cheated that night. Since then, I've been changing little by little, and not just by my own actions, into something I don't want to be.

I had that belt practically put in my hands. I REFUSE to insult the former champions of that title by presuming I have any further claim to it. I haven't been showing up for the last few weeks without the title that still has YOUR name on it, because it comes down to a simple matter of what my values are. If I take that title back, what do my values mean anymore?

: Wait, wait, WAIT.

The crowd boos wholeheartedly as Sienna Harrison steps onto the stage. She makes her way down the ramp, pointing a finger at Logan.

Sienna: You will NOT disgrace this show. Not again. Not for anther week, you ingrate.

She makes her way up the steps and stares at M&M from the other side of the ropes on the apron.

Sienna: If you forfeit that title Logan, then don't expect to be present at the Super Show on the 22nd... And don't get too used to the idea of the Tag Team Championships. This isn't your program. You don't make these decisions. THIS IS NOT THE M&M SHOW.

The crowd is booing Sienna so loudly that her last few words are nearly drowned out. Logan looks over at Sienna boredly.

LA: Oh I'm sorry... I forgot to mention that this here is a grown up conversation, so you really don't have a place out here Sienna. So why don't you go backstage and file someone's paperwork like a good assistant should?

He lowers his mic and just smirks at Sienna. The crowd "OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!"s at the comment.

Sienna: That was cute, Logan. You would know all about being someone's assistant.

The crowd reacts in a similar manner and Dick Harris chuckles at the confrontation from commentary, excitedly. Aubrey J. Parker glances back and forth between the two.

LA: Yeah. I do. But I'm qualified for the job, didn't sleep with someone to get it, and I can take over the head job when necessary. If only you could say the same.

This draws an even louder reaction from the crowd.

LA: But as much fun as it is to belittle you in front of the crowd, I'm done here for now. You can Duvall can do pretty much whatever you want on 'your' show. But considering the fact that your word carries zero weight with me Sienna, you can bluster and threaten all you want out here and it will change nothing. So, if you have a suggestion that I might take under advisement, you can go run back to the GM's office and tell him all about it.

With the crowd growing louder each second, Sienna stares at Logan in silence for a few seconds... And then steps into the ring. She steps to Logan and stands about two inches away from him as she looks up into his face.

Sienna: I'm sick... of you speaking to me like that. I'm so tired of the two of you, and I'm sick of the way you think you own this show. You don't. You're disposable, and I promise I'll make every second you spend on this show a living Hell if you don't start showing me and Mr. Duvall the respect we DESERVE. Especially from you.

Logan stares right back at Sienna.

LA: I don't think I run this show Sienna. I'm here because you put me here three weeks ago, remember? And you've been meddling in our affairs since long before that.

He backs off a little from Sienna.

LA: But maybe I'm going about this the wrong way. You just want some respect. You want what you have coming to you or you'll give me Hell, right?

Sienna: That's right.

She glares up at Logan and the crowd continues to grow loud. Aubrey looks between the two, curiously. Logan looks around for a moment.

LA: Okay. If you insist.

He catches Sienna with a kick to the midsection and dropping the mic, as he grabs hold of her in a front facelock. The crowd goes wild as he lifts her up and drops her to the mat with the Chaotic Shockwave implant DDT.

Harris: WHAT WAS THAT?! DID HE-- HEY! SOMEONE DO SOMETHING!

West: Oh... My... God...

Aubrey looks down at Sienna in shock and then over at Logan as he stares down at her. She stands there frozen and can only look in awe between the two of them. Sienna is motionless on the canvas. Logan rolls to a kneeling position and then grabs his dropped mic.

LA: You have no idea how long you've had that coming Sienna. That was all you deserved to get from me. You can give me as much Hell as you want when you come to. I can play this game just as well as anyone else... and maybe next time when I tell you to stay out of arm's reach, you'll remember and you'll stop getting what you deserve rather than what you want.

He slowly stands, looking down at Sienna.

LA: You can keep the title and keep me out of the title match if you want. Either way, I'm going to be playing by my own rules from here on.

Logan looks over at Aubrey as he tosses the mic aside, then he heads for the ropes.

Harris: He CAN'T do that! He just put his hands on Sienna! Hasn't that poor woman been put through enough by the men in this company?

West: I'm speechless. I don't know what to make of this situation. Logan Alexander-- he-- he may have just made the biggest mistake of his career.

Logan walks up the ramp and Aubrey continues to look between him and Sienna in shock. She looks as if she's prepared to help Sienna up, but decides against it once Sienna begins to move. Aubrey leaves the ring, staring at her from ringside. Logan has already gone backstage, but two members of the medical team and two referees exit from the back, heading right into the ring to assist Sienna. The crowd boos as Alexander Duvall appears at the top of the ramp seconds later. Aubrey, still looking at the ring, starts to make her way up the ramp but stops as she makes eye contact with Mr. Duvall. Duvall glares at Parker and she looks back at him with an uncertain gaze.

West: Who knows what this means for Logan? That title's still in the ring. He still has to face Amy Zing later on!

Harris: If it were up to me, he'd be fired on the spot!

In the ring, the medics and referees continue to assist Sienna. The camera fades to black on the icy glare of Mr. Alexander Duvall.

We cut to a quick word from our sponsor:



We cut back from backstage and the ring has been cleared.

Paige: Introducing first, he hails from Seminole, Texas standing at 6 feet 2 inches tall and weighing in at 205 pounds. Ladies and gentleman, John “Sheriff” McBride!

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

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

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

West: The Sheriff has been blazing a trail through Meltdown ever since his debut in a few weeks back in Salem.

Harris: Clearly he is better than those jobbers he faced, but against William Black? This redneck doesn’t stand a chance.

Paige: Introducing next, he hails from Liverpool, England standing at 6 feet 1 inches tall and weighing in at 231 pounds. Ladies and gentleman, William Black!

The hype of what is yet to come entices the rabid fans of APW. Pure anticipation has the crowd balancing on the edge of their seats, just attempting to imagine what will happen next. Suddenly, the industrial lights of the arena dim down before getting replaced by lighting that gives off a gold yet blueish setting to the venue. A very brief intermission from the new hue of the facility ensues, but seconds later, everything comes back to life. Light It Up - Rev Theory blasts over the PA.

William Black rips the drapes open and walks out onto the stage. His head moves from side to side as he looks through the booing fans. He struts down to ring ignoring the crowd on either side. Upon reaching the ring, he leaps from the floor onto the ring apron before gripping the top rope with both of his hands. He climbs through the ropes and stares down John McBride as he waits for the bell to ring.

Match Info:
John “Sheriff” McBride -vs- William Black!

John and William circle the ring as they eye each other. The crowd gives mixed reactions as the cheers for the Sheriff and the boos for William blend to make a loud ruckus. William antagonizes the Sheriff by walking in an overzealous cowboy strut while the Sheriff remains focused on his arrogant opponent.

McBride initiates and the two lock up. William has 25 pounds over McBride and puts his strength on display by pushing McBride down to one knee; McBride is not to be trifled with as he puts his old man strength on display and stands back up shoving William backwards. William gives a smile and gives McBride a tsk tsk with his index finger.

West: These men clearly don’t like one another Dick.

Harris: What’s to like about Mcbride Shane? He’s better off raising cows and cleaning up horse shi...

McBride moves in for another lock up but just as William connects McBride swoops down under his arms and lifts him up for a belly to belly suplex. William cradles his back in pain as McBride hops to his feet. McBride grabs William by the hair and lifts him to his feet, he punches William in the stomach and flips him over with a snapmare.

West: Some technical wrestling skill by the Sheriff.

McBride bounces off the ropes and attempts an elbow drop but William rolls out of the way; McBride quick enough to cradle the elbow and roll out without doing damage to himself. Both men climb to their feet and stare one another down.

William moves in for a lock-up but tricks McBride and swings around behind him. He lifts the Sheriff up for a belly to back suplex and the McBride cradles his back in pain.

Harris: Some technical skill by William Black.

West: Your sarcasm is duly noted.

William pulls McBride to his feet and tosses him into a turnbuckle. The Sheriff cradles his chest from the damage as he stumbles backwards.

McBride drops to a knee in pain and William wraps an arm around his neck for a sleeper hold. McBride grabs the arm trying to break the hold, his face turning red as the oxygen leaves his body. William squeezes tighter as he taunts the fans by mouthing words in their direction. McBride elbows William in the gut and it loosens the hold a bit. McBride stands and breaks the hold with another elbow to the gut and he follows with a bulldog. William bounces off the mat and cradles his face from the pain. McBride gets up and backs into a turnbuckle. William slowly climbs to his feet and faces McBride...BOOM!

West: OH MY! McBride just cut William Black in half with that spear!

McBride hooks a leg for the pin.


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Your winner via Pinfall, John “Sheriff” McBride!

The Portland, Maine crowd boos as Kaylyn James Evans appears on the frame-- all set and ready for her match tonight, but there were other things that had to be handled before then... like dealing with the message she had received. Heading down the hallway she stops and knocks on a door that was already partially opened, causing it to open more.

Stepping in slightly she looks at the others before speaking to bring attention to her being there.

KJE: I ah... You wanted to see me?

The camera turns to reveal Alexander Duvall and Sienna, earning a chorus of groans and boos from the crowd. They turn toward the door. Sienna is the first to speak up and she moves slowly over to Kaylyn. As she steps into the light, we see that a thin, but elongated cut has formed over her right eye as a result of Logan Alexander's earlier Chaotic Inversion.

Sienna: Step inside.

She steps out of the way to allow KJE to enter. Mr. Duvall crosses his arms and gives her a smirk.

Mr. Duvall: Well, how are you doing this evening?

Kaylyn shrugs at the question.

KJE: Still haven't had my match so, that is bugging me but it will be handled soon. What can I help you two with?

Sienna: Kaylyn... There's a lot of funny business going on around here. There are a lot of people that think they can do whatever they want, whenever they want to--

Mr. Duvall: And put their hands on whomever they want.

Duvall places a hand on Sienna's shoulder as he says this and she gives Kaylyn a nod.

Sienna: And that.

She clears her throat, but soon transitions into giving Kaylyn a warm smile.

Sienna: We like you, Kaylyn. A lot. In fact... In fact, I dare say, I think you're my favorite wrestler on the roster right now.

Again, the audience simply boos at Sienna's words but Kaylyn looks at her for a moment, skeptical at first but then grins almost bashfully.

KJE: Thank you for that, Sienna. I agree with you both though... there are too many who think they can do whatever they want, whenever they want... and if you need my help.. I am more than happy to help in any way possible. Just let me know what the limits are. I'd hate to do too much.

Kaylyn smirks and laughs a little before cutting herself off.

KJE: Just say the word.. and it's done.

Sienna smiles ahead at Kaylyn and doesn't say anything for a while, but turns and lookes at Alexander Duvall. Duvall just returns Sienna's smile and the camera fades to black.

West: I don't like the sounds of this...

Harris: You don't like the sounds of anything! Damn skeptic!

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

[T-Marv]

The cameras cut backstage where Hannah Storm has been awaiting her cue.

Hannah Storm
Ladies and gentlemen, the Finnish Phenom, Tuhoa Valo…

The cameras pan out to show Tuhoa Valo standing next to Hannah Storm, soaking up all the “boos” from the crowd, that can be heard backstage.

Hannah Storm
Tuhoa, earlier this week, you voiced your frustrations with having to step back into the ring with Donald Deruty for a third time. Is tonight the night that you finally put all of this to rest, and place Donald Deruty in your review mirror?

The Finnish Phenom
Are you kidding, Hannah? Of course, tonight is the night that I finally put all of this behind me. Donald Deruty, he’s not even anywhere near my league! Truth be told, I don’t have a clue why…

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The Finnish Phenom
I don’t have a clue why…

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Something catches Valo’s eye, momentarily distracting him. Strolling aimlessly into camera view, interrupting the interview, is none other than Jason Kash.

The Finnish Phenom
Who the… What in the hell are you doing here?

Jason Kash
Who me? Oh, my bad. With all the news going around about this “bombshell”, I just had to come to Meltdown and have a peak at the guy who’s supposedly going to “shake professional wrestling to its very foundation”. But… Looking at you, I’d say that might be a bit of an overstatement. You don’t look like anything special.

Valo takes offence to these comments, getting into Jaosn’s face. The two share an awkward silence for a moment, before Tuhoa decides to “drop the pen”.

The Finnish Phenom
Don’t give me that bullshit, Kash. Everybody knows why you’re here. And to be honest, I don’t like the fact that egotistical pricks like you, try to come to Meltdown and do whatever they want, just because they want more TV time. This isn’t your show, dammit… Meltdown is MY show! So if you know what’s good for you, you’ll find the nearest exit, and make yourself scarce.

After another awkward silence that seems to last forever, Kash smirks, chuckling to himself.

Jason Kash
For your information, I won’t be going anywhere until the show is over. I’m here to support your tag team partner. And judging by the sound of things, she’s going to need all the support she can get. I mean, looking at you, it looks like she’s going to be carrying the team.

The two continue their awkward silence, before Hannah places the microphone to her lips. But before she can speak, Jason Kash lowers the mic.

Jason Kash
Those eyes… I know those eyes. Who in the hell are you, man?

The Finnish Phenom
I’m none of your concern. Well, for the time being I’m not. And if you and I didn’t have unfinished business before, we damn sure do now. I’ll be seeing you soon.

Valo walks away quickly, leaving Jason Kash alone with Hannah Storm.

Jason Kash
Unfinished business? Who in the hell is that cat?

Jason, more confused than ever, looks at Hannah Storm for a response. His focus is quickly shifted away from Valo, and onto the dress that Hannah is wearing.

Jason Kash
By the way, nice dress… I take it that you didn’t find that in the “Virgin Section” of the Macy’s catalog…

Kash smirks as Hannah gets offended, and the scene cuts back to ringside


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

CAN

YOU

HEAR

ME

NOW!?!

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

CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW!?!

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

Paige: The following bout is a tag team contest scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Richmond, Virginia, Action Packed Wrestling's own Silver Lining, he is ROY SPEEEEDE!

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

Paige: And his tag team partner...

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

Paige: Hailing from New York City, New York, he is "D-Day" DONALLLLLD DERRUUUUUUTY!

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

West: We have Speede and Deruty in the ring right now and these two are, so far, undefeated as a tag team here in APW. They're finalists for the Tag Team Championship tournament at Christmas Chaos-- or as Roy Speede calls it, the '4T'.

Harris: Yeah... Because Roy Speede is cool enough to christen this tournament with a damn nickname.

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

Paige: And their opponents! First-- hailing from Helsinki, Finland, he is the "Finnish Phenom" TUHOA VALLLOOOO!

Valo runs to the far-right corner, and gets on the second rope, staring around at the crowd.

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

the side-effects are sexual
are you down for a taste?
the side-effects are sexual
and you love the way i say

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

The lyrics to Porcelain and the Tramps- I'm Your Favorite Drug continued to play over the PA system as the lights fade putting the arena into total darkness. Just as the chorus would end there is a bang as the lights turn back on full blast and a cloud of smoke is on the entrance way with a figure standing within it. The chorus starts up once more but this time with the lyrics included is none other then Kaylyn Evans who steps out from within the smokey patch on the stage. As the chorus was being heard throughout the crowd a smiling Kaylyn Evans was on her way down the ramp with a stride that showed nothing but confidence in herself no matter what the outcome of today's event's would be. Dressed in a black and lime green set of attire Kaylyn flaunts her body as she walks past the fans.

Paige: And his tag team partner-- from Brooklyn, New York, she is "The Perfect Ten" Kaylyn James EVAAANNNNSSSS!

Reaching the bottom of the ramp way Kaylyn stops and turns to the right heading around the ring and towards the far steps to ascend them and make her way onto the apron. Crossing the apron she stands there looking out at the fans. Hooking her arms on the top rope, in perfect Kaylyn fashion, she flipped back over the top rope and into the ring where she made her way around the ring looking out at all the fans in the arena, booing and not. As the music would cut Kaylyn would be focused and ready for what's to come.

Harris: God... She looks so amazing. Does she not?

West: Interesting to see how Kaylyn James and Tuhoa Valo coexist, knowing that in twelve days, they're going to be competing for the North American Championship!

Harris: Well, how about Speede and Deruty? How embarrassing would it be if they lost to two people that haven't even been in the ring with each other before?

The bell rings and the crowd cheers as Roy Speede and the Finnish Phenom start things off.

Tag Team Match
Roy Speede & Donald Deruty vs Kaylyn James Evans & "The Finnish Phenom" Tuhoa Valo

Speede and Valo lock up with Valo gaining the upperhand, catching Speede in a half-nelson. He delivers hard knee thrusts to his ribcage and then slams him down with a Half-Nelson Suplex. Speede is back up, but walks into a Fisherman's Suplex! Valo rolls over and mounts Speede, going to hit a hard punch to his jaw but Speede blocks it! He tosses Valo over him in an inverted Monkey Flip! Valo gets to his feet and walks into a Shoulder Block by Speede, followed by a second one! Valo gets up and swings at Speede for a Lariat but Speede counters into a T-Bone Suplex, then shoots the ropes to hit a Twin Leg Drop! Rolling off of the energy of the crowd, Speede waits for Valo to get to his feet and then hits the ropes to nail a Springboard Moonsault! He lifts Valo up by his hair (to the referee’s dismay) and tags in Deruty. Speede holds Valo for a Russian Leg Sweep while Deruty climbs to the top rope! He nails an Over-Castle while Speede completes the Russian Leg Sweep, smashing Valo into the mat!

Harris: What the hell was that?!

West: An innovative tag team move by Speede and Deruty! Can Deruty pin Valo?!

Deruty hooks the leg.

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Harris: Not yet!

KJE breathes a sigh of relief from the apron when Valo kicks out. Deruty lifts him up and whips him across the ring but Valo reverses it and shoots Deruty across the ropes. He nails a hard Belly to Belly Suplex! Deruty rolls up to his knees, a hand on his lower back in pain. Valo nails an STO and crawls to his corner, tagging in Kaylyn James Evans who doesn’t look eager to get into the ring, but climbs in and stalks Deruty as he climbs to his feet. She shoots the ropes in front of him and rebounds to nail him with a Shining Wizard! KJE cheers loudly to the crowd as she does this but receives a chorus of boos in response. She rolls her eyes and observes Deruty as he crawls to the corner. She shoots the ropes again and hits a running face-wash! Deruty clutches his jaw and falls to the mat, stomping his foot on the canvas in pain. Kaylyn giggles and cheers loudly to the crowd again, but they only boo louder. Kaylyn stalks Deruty and waits for him to climb to his feet and then runs at him going for a Hurricanrana-- only to get slammed, roughly to the canvas! She holds her back and groans in pain, immediately crawling on her hands and knees toward her corner.

West: And it looks like Kaylyn is quickly rethinking her approach!

Harris: She’s on her way to being the alpha-female in this company, Shane. You don’t get there by playing mediocre. You get there by playing smart! Earlier today, Sienna Harrison said that Kaylyn was her favorite wrestler! Her favorite!

West: Hmmm... Yeah, it makes me wonder what that little talk they had was about.

KJE tags Valo back in and Deruty climbs to his feet, catching an oncoming Valo with an Enziguiri! Valo is shocked by the move and Deruty leaps onto him, hammering away with forearms to the delight of the crowd! Valo covers up desperately and the referee demands that Deruty gets off. Both men scramble to their feet-- but Deruty gets a little too close to Kaylyn J. Evans. While the referee checks on Valo, KJE grabs Deruty from behind and snaps his neck across the top rope! Deruty falls to his knees, groaning in pain and Valo nails a thunderous DDT. Once more, he tags KJE in. Kaylyn climbs to the top rope and as Deruty climbs to her feet, she leaps off for a Cross Body-- but Deruty hits a Spinning Wheel Kick! Both of them hit the mat roughly and Valo looks shocked at KJE as she goes limp on the mat. Deruty staggers to his feet and nails Kaylyn with a Tiger Suplex, bridging for the pin!

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TH- No!

West: Valo got in there to make the save, but Kaylyn kicks out right in the knick of time!

Valo exits the ring again and Deruty measures Kaylyn once more, then nails a Northern Lights Suplex! He goes out to the ring and ascends to the top rope before diving off and nailing a Diving Headbutt!

Harris: He knocked himself out with that move and lost the match last week!

West: Well, this week, he lands it! The cover!

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THRRE- No!

The crowd boos as Valo pulls Deruty out of the ring, breaking the pin. He throws Deruty into the ringside barricade but the crowd roars as Roy Speede charges across the ring and flings himself over the top rope with a Springboard Corkscrew Body Splash! Valo goes down roughly and Speede lifts him up, throwing him hard, shoulder-first into the steel steps! The steps break from the impact and Valo spills to the floor. Speede guides Deruty back into the ring and then takes his own spot in the tag corner! Kaylyn James Evans is back to her feet at the same time as Deruty. He makes his way toward Speede, but KJE, out of nowhere, hits a Spear! Deruty falls to the ground, clutching his ribs. Kaylyn crawls toward her corner-- but Valo is still down on the outside! On the other side of the ring, Deruty is able to tag in Roy Speede!

West: Ahh! Valo, get up!

Kaylyn gets up, shocked to see her partner isn’t there. She turns around right into a Dropkick from Speede! She gets up and Speede positions her for the Fisherman’s Suplex-- but nails a Spinout Fisherman’s Suplex! “Fast Forward!” KJE hits the mat roughly and Speede signals for the end to the delight of the crowd. He goes out to the turnbuckles and ascends to the top. He leaps off... For a Shooting Star Frog Splash!
West: Speede Bump!

Harris: HAH, nobody home!

KJE rolls out of harm’s way right in time! Speede hits the canvas roughly and goes limp. Valo climbs back up and KJE tags him in. He climbs into the ring and lifts Speede up from behind, nailing him with the Commence Destruction! KJE shoves Deruty off the apron as he tries to enter the ring! Valo hooks both legs for the pin.

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Winners: “The Finnish Phenom” Tuhoa Valo & Kaylyn James Evans

Deruty has climbed into the ring and Valo and Kaylyn James Evans both leave. KJE turns her back on everyone and quickly struts up the ramp while Valo gloats, allowing the referee to raise his arm at ringside.

West: Crafty, slick win by Valo and Evans!

Harris: They worked eerily well together.

West: I wonder what this does for the dynamic of Speede and Deruty heading into the Tag Team Title match at Christmas Chaos?!

Harris: Or Deruty’s psyche going into that North American Title match at the Super Show?

The camera fades to black as Deruty kneels down, checking on Speede, but continues to glare at Valo who backs up the ramp, grinning.


The cameras pan to the backstage area where Meltdown's Hannah Storm is seated alone in one of the rooms designated explicitly to interviews in the arena. She brings the microphone to her lips.

Hannah: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, I'd like to welcome to you, live via satellite from Manhattan, New York-- the MegaMegaStar, Evan Envi.

The audience responds with a loud mixed reaction, most booing as Envi appears on the other half of the screen, seated in a chair and his hotel suite. He looks expectantly at Hannah.

Hannah: Good evening, Evan. How are you? How's New York?

Evan: Hannah, you look awesome tonight. I guess with Michael Lively getting drafted to Overdrive, you don't have anybody kicking you in the face anymore, eh? Keeps you pretty. I like it. Avoid getting kicked in the face.

Hannah laughs a little and rolls her eyes.

Hannah: Thanks, Evan.

Evan: Give Cindy Shannon some tips on avoiding taking boots to the face too. She got laid out on Thursday. That blows. That's so embarrassing.

Hannah and the audience alike share a laugh at this one and Evan smirks as he waits for Hannah to begin.

Hannah: Evan, a lot of people have been curious as to the Twitter war that's been going on for... For nearly eight months now between yourself and the former World Heavyweight Champion, Anthony Bailey. Now-- earlier this month, you challenged him to a match at the Meltdown Super Show, which Anthony accepted. But now I'm hearing... This isn't happening?

The crowd boos at the comment and Evan nods, expecting the reaction.

Evan: Yeah. No. Um... Ya know, I told his people to call my people and that just didn't happen. Like... I guess the stars didn't align the way we wanted.

Hannah: Some people are saying that you used your connections to Alexander Duvall and your sister, Sienna Harrison, to get out of the match.

Evan laughs and shakes his head.

Evan: No. Anthony Bailey is a clown, Hannah. He's a fraudulent, bumbling idiot and I would never have to run away from, or talk my way out of a match with him. If Tony Bailey wants to take me on, then I'm right here, baby. All the time! I'm ready to go!

...It just so happens that, I don't need to fight Anthony Bailey. It wouldn't be fair anyway, after what Michael Callahan did to his back last night on Asylum? The guy's in a hospital right now. He can't even walk. And then he has to wrestle two matches on the 23rd at Christmas Chaos. And you expect me to put him through the-- the humiliation and the physical anguish of a match against me?

No. I won't be a part of it. I won't be responsible for the slaughter of Anthony R. Bailey.

The crowd boos loudly at Evan's statements and he stares ahead, silently for a moment before taking a deep breath to continue.

Evan: Michael Callahan is going to do a fine enough job of that at Christmas Chaos by himself. On that same night, I'm going to dismantle... Destroy... And eliminate John Dionysus. That's where my focus is, Hannah.

Hannah: Fair enough. Allow me to ask you one more question before we wrap this up.

Evan: Go for it.

Hannah: Tonight, the Undisputed Champion, Terry Marvin, a friend of yours takes on a mutual rival... And possibly a mutual enemy... Buck Dempsey in our main event.

The crowd roars and Evan narrows his eyes.

Hannah: Who can we expect Evan Envi to be rooting f--?

Evan: Who do you THINK, Hannah?!

Dempsey doesn't belong here. He doesn't belong in APW and he doesn't belong in wrestling. He deserves everything he's gonna get tonight. Everybody there deserves EXACTLY what they've got coming to them tonight. Truth.

Evan leans back in his chair, folding his arms, suddenly looking very upset with the interview. The crowd boos as he stares ahead at the masses in silence.

Hannah: Evan, thanks for your time...

The feed cuts out shortly thereafter, and we fade to black on Hannah Storm.

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

[T-Marv]

he audience responds with a mixed reaction as the belt-less North American Champion, Logan Alexander pops onto frame. He walks casually down the corridor, and pushes open the door to the M&M locker-room. Logan steps inside, but seconds later, footsteps stomp down the hall and Aubrey J. Parker bursts into the room to Portland's delight.

AJP: Logan! What the hell was that?

Logan casually glances over his shoulder at Aubrey.

LA: Oh you don't need me to answer that one. What I did was pretty self explanitory after all. Just giving the assistant what she deserved.

AJP: You can't just put your hands on them. They could fine you. Or suspend you, or strip us of our title shot.

She looks up at him worriedly.

AJP: They could try to get you fired.

LA: Yeah. They could. But I'm not going to just duck my head and meekly walk away from them. Everything that happened out there was about me standing up for my principles.

Logan glances away from Aubrey.

LA: Let them do what they feel they have to. There's very little either of them could do that would faze me. I knew the risks when I made my choice out there, and I'll pay for them surely, but I'm not going to just back down.

AJP: If you get fired, then you're leaving me here. Alone.

LA: You won't be here alone. I just won't be your in ring partner. I'll still be there in your corner every night should you need me though.

Aubrey gives him an unsatisfied frown and shakes her head.

AJP: Nothing's ever that simple around here, Logan. You know that.

LA: There's always a solution. Asylum in not their domain after all.

AJP: You know... she's going to come after you tonight. They're not going to just let it slide.

She straightens her poster and speaks in her attempt at a more commanding tone.

AJP: I'll come out there with you.

Logan turns and looks at Aubrey.

LA: No. The best thing for you, is to leave now and not worry about what is going to happen here tonight. I've made a choice that I going to have to pay for, but you don't need to. If you stay here tonight, they'll target you as well to keep you from getting involved.

AJP: Uh... I'm not just leaving you out there. They'll kill you.

She looks a little shocked that she even said it and sighs.

AJP: She's crazy. You know that. You're not going out there alone. If it were me, you wouldn't let me go alone.

LA: I would if you asked me to. I'd trust your judgment, even if I didn't completely agree with it. You weren't responsible for what happened out there. You had no hand in it, but if you show up or if they stumble across you here, they'll come after you too. I can take whatever they dish out. But there's no sense in the both of us getting punished by whoever the GM sends out.

Aubrey looks at Logan for a little while and then slowly shakes her head anyway.

AJP: I can't.

Logan moves a bit closer to Aubrey.

LA: You can, and I hope you will. I think it would be for the best. If I have bitten off more than I can chew, then I deserve everything I get out there if they come after me. You don't have to fall on your own sword for me. You've taken enough punishment last night. Don't take any more unnecessarily when your career is just about to hit its big upswing.

He's spoken these words softly, almost pleadingly. Aubrey continues to look at Logan quietly. She nods her head so lightly that the viewer may miss it. Her eyes don't leave Logan as he backs away, grabbing his shoulder slung bag, then heading off into the halls of the arena.

Our cameras return to ringside, where Amy Zing is already on her way to the ring for our next contest!

Standing in front of the ring, Amy leapfrogs onto the apron. She slingshots herself into the ring and runs to the corner. Amy pulls herself up to the turnbuckle, spreading her arms out to the sides, pointing to the crowd. Slowly, she brings them together. Once her hands touch, Amy suddenly backflips off the turnbuckle, landing in the ring..::

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

Unwrapping the ribbon from her arm, Amy uses it to tie her hair in a ponytail. She starts clapping along with the song, trying to get the crowd behind her. She then leans against the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to start. The camera focuses on Nicky Paige who raises the microphone to her lips in the center of the ring.

Paige: The following bout is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring, from San Francisco, California, by way of Hong Kong-- AMYYYY ZIIIING!

The crowd roars for Amy. She raises her arms up to the audience and winks out into her screaming fans.

West: This is the match Amy Zing has been begging for, for weeks! One-on-one with the APW North American Champion.

Harris: IS HE the champion though?

West: Ugh... I don't know. Things are so cloudy on Meltdown these days.

Harris: It's Logan's fault! ALL Logan's fault!

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

Paige: And her opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, representing M&M, he is the APW North American Champion... LOGANNNN ALEXAAAAAANDERRRR!

Logan starts walking down the entry ramp, occasionally shooting a glance at the fans on either side of him. For the most part though, Logan’s gaze is on his opponent in the ring, while the coloured lights shine down in his direction, moving in somewhat circular patterns around him. Once at ringside, Logan makes his way up the steps and onto the ring apron. He continues to watch his opponent while climbing through the ropes and stepping into the ring. The coloured lights now move in a circle on the inside of the ring. Logan moves around to each side of the ring, holding his arms out wide and calling out to the crowd as he does so. Each time he turns away from the crowd, he looks at his opponent.

West: Logan is not taking his eyes off of Amy Zing!

Harris: I'm disgusted by this man. After what he DID to Sienna earlier tonight-- how can this crowd even consider cheering him?

West: Maybe some people think Sienna deserved what she got?

Harris: NONSENSE.

The coloured lights move out of the ring as the normal lighting resumes. Logan removes his sunglasses and tucks them into a jacket pocket, before removing the jacket. He moves to a corner of the ring away from his opponent, keeping his back towards the corner, and reaches through the ropes to lower his jacket to one of the ringside technicians. He then looks back at his opponent and moves out towards the center of the ring, ready to begin.

Harris: I hope Amy Zing kicks Logan's head off. I hope she teaches him a lesson, damnit. He CANNOT get away with this!

Non-Title Match
Amy Zing vs Logan Alexander ©

The bell rings and the audience roars as the two circle the ring for a moment. Logan steps toward Amy, grabbing at her but she ducks under his arms and shoots the ropes, coming at him for a hard running Front Dropkick! Logan hits the mat and Amy tries to go to the ropes for a second attempt, but Logan grabs her around her collar and brings her down for a modified Backbreaker! Amy goes stiff but contorts herself to lean back over Logan’s knee and catch him in a headscissors, swinging him to the ground! Both of them get up and Amy kicks Logan in the midsection before jumping up for a Tornado DDT-- Logan captures her and maneuvers Amy onto his shoulders! He sets her up for the Death Valley Driver, but Amy somersaults to her feet behind Logan! She shoots the ropes and Logan turns around, catching an oncoming Amy’s Cross Body attempt! He throws her up and falls back with her in a modified Flapjack Facebuster! He hooks the leg.

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West: What a series!

Harris: This is good wrestling, but I want to see Logan’s HEAD GET KICKED OFF, AMY, DAMN!

West: Can you be, like, calm?

Logan hits Amy with a Snapmare as she gets up and then goes for a Sleeper of sorts, but Amy is quick to get in the ropes. Logan breaks the hold clean, but it doesn’t stomp Amy from hitting him with another hard stomp, right to the stomach. Logan hunches over and Amy hits a few clubbing blows to the back, taking him to his knees. She runs to the turnbuckles and hops up to the second rope, twisting to hit a Springboard Roundhouse! Logan hits the mat and Amy takes a deep breath before charging the ropes going for a Springboard Corkscrew Moonsault...

Harris: Phoenixsault!

...However, Logan rolls out of the way! Amy lands on her feet and charges Logan as he climbs to his, but he slams her to the mat with a quick Arm Drag. He immediately transitions her into a grounded headscissors, slowing down her momentum. Amy eventually fights out of it and back to her feet, running right into a back-fist from Logan who then follows up with a hard Pendulum Backbreaker. Logan stands up, lifting up both of Amy’s legs and begins to synch in his signature Sharpshooter, but soon, our attention turns to the JumboTron as it springs to life.

West: What the--?

Our cameras pan to the back where our camera man is rushing down the corridor, toward a gathering of medical personnel and referees. They are kneeling down around someone, whom the cameras can’t quite see at first... And soon, it’s revealed that it’s an unconscious Aubrey J. Parker!

Harris: It’s AJP! She’s down!

Logan is still trying to lock in the Sharpshooter in the ring, but is clearly distracted as he watches the scene unfold. Eventually, Amy crawls away from him. Logan lets her go and makes his way to the ropes, watching the scene unfold, a look of concern-- and eventually, perhaps fright on his face.

John “Sheriff” McBride is backstage, explaining to one of the referees what he saw. He kneels down next to Aubrey, asking if she’s alright. Aubrey mumbles a response and opens her eyes but clearly has no clue where she is.

West: It looks like somebody attacked Logan’s partner backstage. I’m... I don’t know what to thi-

Harris: LOOK OUT!

Logan turns around, suddenly remembering his opponent, and Amy Zing catches Logan with a Fenghuang Kick to the jaw! Logan falls over the middle rope, hits the apron, and falls to the floor on the outside! Amy sits by the ropes and watches as the referee counts out Logan, who is barely moving.

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West: He’s moving! He’s up! Logan’s back up!

Harris: Stomp his fingers, Amy! DON’T LET HIM IN THAT RING!

Logan gets up and grabs the ring apron.

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The crowd roars in a mixed reaction as Logan rollsinto the ring under the bottom rope at the count of nine. Amy drops to her knees and sighs. She watches Logan as he crawls to the center of the ring. He staggers to his feet. Amy calls for the Fenghuang Kick again, stalking him as he climbs up.

West: Zing might be going for that kick again!

The crowd grows loud-- and soon, we see why. As Logan turns around, Amy is struck down from behind... By William Black! Black begins to stomp at Amy Zing and the referee calls for the bell.

West: What is he doing?! What’s happening?!

Harris: Black just jumped Amy Zing!

Nicky Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner as a result of a disqualification... AMY ZIIII-

Paige gasps as Logan is struck down from behind next, this time with a steel chair, by a young, blonde, unknown man.

Harris: Who the hell--?!

West: That’s Christian Kane!

The crowd boos wholeheartedly as Christian Kane slams the chair viciously into Logan’s back two more times and then grins up to the audience.

Soon, the duo is joined by Kaylyn James Evans, who darts into the ring and begins to stomp away at Amy Zing along with William Black. She turns and snatches the chair from Christian Kane who applauds mockingly as Amy gets up. Black and Kane each grab one of Zing’s arms and turn her toward Kaylyn. Kaylyn cheers out to the crowd who boo her overwhelmingly in response...

...She charges forward and drives the chair across the throat of Zing! Zing collapses to the mat and rolls out of the ring.

West: Are these the three that attacked Aubrey J. Parker backstage during the match?!

Harris: Ohohohohoho, man!

Christian Kane and William Black lift Logan to his feet next. Kaylyn grins and measures him up, looking ahead at him for a few moments, whispering something...

...Before she charges forward and slams the chair across his skull. Logan drops, limp, to the canvas. Kaylyn drops the chair and screams, excitedly, cheering to the crowd that boos her in response.

West: Sick... What the hell is this?

Harris: An orchestrated, calculated assault. Do you see this? Do you not love this?

West: I don’t. I don’t love this. This is heinous!

Christian Kane begins to stomp at Logan, stomping harder and harder until the crowd grows deafening with their boos. He grins and William Black motions for Christian to lift Logan up. Christian forces Logan up to his feet and William points to Kaylyn James Evans who rears back, and then delivers a hard slap to Logan’s jaw. Logan falls as Christian lets go of him and the three stand tall over the North American Champion.

Suddenly "All About the Benjamins" plays as Alexander Duvall comes out to loud boos from the fans.

Duvall: Tonight Logan Alexander, you laid your hands one my assistant, on the VICE General Manager of Meltdown! I should fire you right here and right now! I should strip you and Aubrey of the chance to battle for the tag team titles. Unfortunately, that would be BAD for business.

The crowd boos loudly as he smiles and the trio in the ring all look on menacingly.

Duvall: INSTEAD, I would much rather see you get embarrassed IN THE MIDDLE of that ring at the Meltdown Supershow. After all, that's what's best for business. And of course, it's much more satisfying for me. See you in a couple weeks LOGAN!

The crowd continues to boo as the three raise their arms in the center of the ring, Kaylyn wearing the brightest grin on her face. Christian smirks down at Amy Zing who is still down on the outside and William Black gives the audience a smug, arrogant smile as the camera fades to black.

[T-Marv]

Cindy Shannon is standing backstage holding a microphone. We can see that someone is standing beside her but their full image is just out of view.

Shannon: I’m here with John McBride...

The camera pans out and we see the Sheriff with his hands on his hips; he gives a nod and a wink.

Shannon: You had some choice words regarding events that have taken place on Meltdown, could you clarify those for us Sheriff?

McBride: I’ll gladly clarify for you and tha folks watchin’, but please...call me John, Miss Shannon.

John faces the camera, the kind expression on his face transitioning to sternness.

McBride: Tha crowd loves a good pile-up, an it’s always nice ta know who tha good guys an tha bad guys are. But interferin’ in other peoples matches is wrong fir multiple reasons. Now I wasn’t brought here ta regulate tha babies of this company, I was brought here ta entertain the crowd and win championships. I was brought here ta give tha folks a damn good show. But I can’t do my job and I can’t achieve my goals if all I’m doin’ is waitin’ around, wonderin’ when one of you knuckleheads will interfere in my match causin’ my hard work to be washed down the drain.

What is so important that you can’t wait for your time to shine? You think yur hatred for a fellow wrestler is best displayed by causin’ em’ to lose their match? All yur doin’ is makin’ yurself look bad to management and screwin’ the crowd outta tha hard earned money they paid to watch the best damn wrestlin' show there is. We kick off this show knowin’ that everyone has an opportunity ta shine, an whatya do? Ya prioritize yur childish grudges!

I’m here ta say enough is enough. I minded my own business fur too damn long, it’s time someone stood up to you free grazers an brought tha law down on yur heads. From now on, when you step outta line, when you even THINK of interferin’ in sumones match, tha Sheriff will be there ta put’cha back in yur place. Ya may not heed my words, but you will learn ta fear tha consequences.

John tips his hat to Cindy Shannon and exits from view.

Shannon: A warning from the Sheriff himself, back to you Shane.

WE switch back to ringside.

Ladies and Gentlemen, this following contest is a Code Red Wrestling vs. Action Packed Wrestling showcase event and it is scheduled for one fall.

IT’S SHOWTIME

The Lights in the arena Dim as the fans get to their feet with a loud pop while Nas’ “Hate Me Now” begins to blare through the loudspeakers as fireworks hit on the stage area just as Terry comes walking through the curtain with his title raised high in the air. He holds his hands out and does a few spins while the crowd boos him loudly.

Paige: Coming down to the ring first weighing in at 245 pounds from Las Vegas Nevada, he is the APW Undisputed Champion…… TERRY MARVIN!

He then walks down the ramp way jawing at all the fans in the first row before he slides into the ring, hopping up onto his knees and holds his arms out to more boos from the fans. He rushes over to one turnbuckle and holds the APW Undisputed title high up in the air. He does the same thing to the other three corners before heading back to the middle of the ring. After taking in that reaction for a few moments, Terry dismounts the turnbuckle and hands his belt off, the referee handing it to the nearest timekeeper.

Harris: There he is, the smartest, most cunning man in wrestling history. He is our champion, and I couldn’t be more proud that he’s representing APW! BRAVO BRAVO!

West: You’re going to need to undergo surgery to have your nose permanently removed from Terry’s backside. It is surely a sad state of affairs when this is the best face of APW we could show.

L.A. Connection by Rainbow then comes on to the PA. There is no flashing lights, no pyro, the tron doesn’t even have anything. The fans aren’t used to an entrance quite like this. Then a middle aged man with skin that looks like leather emerges on to the entrance ramp, pausing as he looks into the crowd for a moment before continuing down to the ring without any showboating.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 242 pounds from Coon Rapids, Minnesota, He is the representative from CODE RED WRESTLING, Buck Dempsey!!!!!

The crowd cheers loudly as the representative from CRW finally gets down to the ring soaking in the chants of the fans. He climbs into the ring, tests the ropes and stands in his corner, awaiting the start of another match.

Harris: Look, it’s the oldest man alive!!! Holy crap, I’ve seen things in coffins look better than this guy.

West: Show some respect Dick! Buck Dempsey is a world renown athlete who has been in this business for many MANY years. .

MAIN EVENT
CODE RED WRESTLING vs. ACTION PACKED WRESTLING
Buck Dempsey vs. Terry Marvin

The Bell rings and both men meet face to face in the ring. Buck looks ready to get it on, but Terry continues to run his mouth. Buck shows no emotion, instead motioning for Marvin to wrestle. Marvin smiles and circles around Buck. Finally the two tie up Marvin slaps Buck into a hammer lock. Buck tries for an elbow to counter but Marvin ducks under and wrenches up on Bucks arm. Marvin laughs as the crows boos down on him. Buck feigns an elbow again causing Marvin to duck but instead he uses it to counter out of the hammer lock and ties Marvin into a headlock. He then hits a headlock takeover and shifts his weight for the pin.

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Harris: Whoa where did that come. An old man isn’t supposed to move that fast. Somehow he must be cheating.

West: I think Marvin was just underestimating Buck. I’m sure his ego allowed him to think this match is going to be a breeze.

Marvin tosses Buck off and is quick to his feet. He rushes at Dempsey but is hit with a back body drop landing hard on the mat. HE holds his back as he rolls up to his feet. Buck is right there with a scoop slam in the middle of the ring and counters with a running knee drop to the head of Marvin. He pulls Terry up and whips him hard into the corner. He then follows after and unleashes with a chop garnering a loud “WHOOOOOOO” from the fans. And then follows with a right hand to Terry’s face to cheers from the fans. Then another chop, and anther right, and another chop, and another right. He unleashes with more chop top bunch combos until he pulls a stumbling Marvin out of the ring, hooks him and lifts him up in a vertical press holding him there and pacing around the ring and dropping with a Brainbuster! He makes the cover

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Harris: OH COME ON NOW!

West: Buck Dempsey is looking as impressive as ever. He’s taking it right to the champion without any remorse what so ever.

Buck Dempsey gets to his feet to the cheers of the fans and stalks Marvin. He grabs hold of Terry’s right leg and kicks the knee a couple times before stepping over and going for the Figure four lock. Marvin tries to block it by kicking Dempsey off, but Buck comes right back at it, grabs the leg and steps over again, this time locking in the figure four! He falls back to the mat and his it synched, pulling back hard as Marvin screams in pain. The fans eat this up as Terry struggles to roll out of the hold. Buck uses his arms to push himself up giving more leverage. Marvin fights against it and sits up. He throws a punch at Buck who dodges it. HE tries again, but again Buck dodges. With one last push of strength Marvin reaches up and grab’s Buck’s face and rakes right down across the eyes forcing Buck to lay back and loosen the hold. Marvin finds his way out of it and is quick to his feet. Buck beats him up and goes for a clothesline that Marvin ducks, grabbing Buck and hitting a SIDE EFFECT!

Harris: Now that’s what I call a counter! !

West: Counter? He BLATENTLY cheated. And now he’s got Buck in a bad way.

Marvin and Buck both get to their feet. Marvin grabs Buck and drops him with a Single ARM DDT. HE turns it into a modified arm bar and wrenches up on Buck’s arm and shoulder applying as much pressure as he can. Buck whinces in pain as the boos rain down from the fans. Buck manages to use his strength to crawl to the ropes and grab a hold. Marvin pops to his feet and kicks out the arm Buck has grasping the ropes, stomping on it as hard as he can. He then picks Buck up and hooks him for a vertical suplex! HE launches off the ropes and hits a big leg drop right across the throat of Dempsey. He rolls Dempsey over and makes the cover.

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Harris: What a slow count! This is obviously not a Sindicate referee.

West: Buck Dempsey has shown that he will not roll over and play dead for Marvin

Terry gets to his feet and stomps away at the downed body of Buck before yanking him up to his feet. HE shoves him in the corner and chops away at him hard to the boos of the crowd. HE throws some hard shoulder shots into the gut of Dempsey. He yanks Dempsey out of the corner and whips him into the ropes. HE hits the ropes himself and comes back with a diving lariat to the head and face of Buck sending him down in a heap. He drops a couple knees to Buck before pulling him back up to his feet. HE grabs his arms and crosses them in front of Bucks neck then steps behind and hits a Cross Armed Russian leg sweep!

Harris: YOU’RE CANCELLED! I think we’ve finally seen the last of Buck Dempsey now!

Marvin covers.

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West: Buck with the kickout… somehow!

Dempsey just gets the shoulder up. Marvin can’t believe it and argues with the referee. HE gets to his feet and pulls at his hair wondering what he has to do to put Dempsey away. He then looks at the man down on his back and mounts on top of him delivering vicious right hands right to the temple of Buck. He then pulls him up and kicks him right in the gut. Buck grabs his foot and Marvin leaps up for an Enziguri….. But Dempsey ducks under it and Marvin lands flat on his face! Buck waits for Marvin to get up to his feet and then quickly hits him with a clubbing blow to the back of the head and then hooks him in a chicken wing Armlock. The crowd cheers for a second, but Marvin manages to twist out of it and tosses Buck into the ropes. He runs after him and they’re BOTH laid out with a double clothesline!

Harris:AHHH! Come on Terry, you had him where you wanted him!

West: Both men are laid out now, as the ref comes over to check on them.

The ref begins the double count. 1…2….3….4….5….6….7….8…. Both men stumble up at 8 and Marvin grabs Buck for a side effect, but Buck elbows out of it, kicks Marvin and hits a gutwrench suplex. Marvin is shocked but rolls back up to his feet. He springs off the ropes and is kicked in the gut by Buck who positions him and lifts him up for a CRADLE pile driver. He covers.

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West: Buck Dempsey was an inch away from pinning the APW Undisputed Champion right there.

Buck then gets off Marvin and rolls him over. He hovers over his back and reaches for his head going for the King Cobra Clutch. He has the Clutch almost locked in, but Marvin fights it. Marvin manages to twist and brings his foot up hard right into the balls of Buck Dempsey sending him down hard clutching himself. Marvin slowly gets to his feet to boos from the crowd. He hits a Northern Lights suplex on a rising Dempsey and then quickly makes his way to the corner running up it and leaps off with a CORKSCREW MOONSAULT! He hooks the leg

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Harris: He got it! Marvin wins!

West: Not quite Dick, Buck got his shoulder up at the last possible second.

Marvin can’t believe it, as he quickly grabs Buck and attempts the Show’s over Crossface. He reaches for the arm to hook back but Buck fights him off. Marvin stands up and stomps at Buck and then tries again but Dempsey is ready for him and surprises him with a roll up.

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Both men get up quickly and Marvin rushes to Buck and hits a Spinning wheel kick right to the face and then rolls on top of him for the cover.

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Marvin pulls him up again and hits a German Suplex. He rolls through it and hits a second one. HE rolls through again and pulls Dempsey up for a third and nails it. He makes a quick cover.

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West: HOW THE HELL does Dempsey keep kicking out? HE must want this more than anyone realized!

Marvin gets back up frustrated and pulls up Dempsey who can barely stand now. He hooks him in a double DDT setup and looks for the Whiplash. But Dempsey blocks it and hooks Marvin lifting him in a wrist clutch vertical press and DROPS HIM WITH THE SCOOP BRAINBUSTER!

Harris: NOOOOOOOOO!

West: The 48 YEARS OLD! Dempsey just hit his pantented maneuver. This should spell the end.

But instead of making the cover immediately, Buck lays back for a second clearly exhausted. When he realizes what happened, he crawls over to Terry and drapes his arm across his chest for the pin.

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Buck raises his hand thinking he got the victory until the ref tells him NO, that Marvin got his foot on the ropes before the 3 count. Buck looks devastated, but continues the assult. He pulls Marvin to the middle of the ring and looks for the King Cobra Clutch again, but Marvin reaches up and grabs ahold of the Referee trying to use him for leverage. The Ref tries to fight off and ends up falling down for a second. Marvin uses this opertunity to hit a LOW BLOW on Dempsey to loud boos from the crowd! He struggles to his feet and hooks Dempsey. HE takes a second to catch his breath and lifts him for a whiplash. Dempsey struggles to block it and Marvin has to set him back down. Marvin hits a knee lift to Dempsey and picks him up again….. THIS TIME HITTING THE SITOUT DOUBLE DDT!!!!

Harris: WHIPLASH BY MARVIN, and Another One bites the DUST!

Marvin shakes the cobwebs out as he rushes to Dempsey and lays over him for the cover, hooking the leg as the crowd boos, knowing it’s all elementary now.

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Harris: WHAT!

West: Dempsey just kicked out of the Whiplash! This is incredible!

Marvin can’t believe it, he sits in the corner wondering what else he has to do to finish this match. He gets to his feet and yanks Buck up by his hair and screams at him “JUST STAY DOWN OLD MAN!”

He kicks Buck in the gut and grabs his arm. He steps over it, puts his leg across Bucks chin and throat, Jumps in the air and LANDS WITH BUCK’s NECK ON TERRY’S LEG! He then hooks the head in a modified Gogoplata Choke! (HELLS GATE)

West: What kind of maneuver is that? Marvin could have broken Buck’s neck and now he’s choking the life out of him!

Harris: I think he calls that the Performance Anxiety. Whatever it is, Buck is trapped in the center of the ring with no where to go!!

Buck struggles in the choke trying to get out of it, but Marvin has it locked tight. Buck tries to lift Marvin up but with the air being squeezed out of him he cant. He tries to throw a bunch but there’s nothing behind it since his arm is tied up.

West: Buck is fading fast!

Buck continues to struggle looking for a way out of it, but the choke is taking everything out of him. Finally buck collapses to his knees and seems to be spitting out of the mouth. The ref is there to check on him. Buck is barely moving and the Ref calls for the bell!

Terry drops the hold as Buck collapses to the mat. The ref looks outside and says something to paige.

Paige: The Ref has determined that Buck Dempsey was unable to continue in the match and could no longer respond to him. Therefore the winner of this match by Knockout….The APW UNDISPUTED CHAMPION…. TERRY MARVIN!

Harris: WOW! What a victory by Marvin.

West: But Give Buck Dempsey credit. He took everything Terry could dish, and then some. He sent our Undisputed champion to the limit and came close to walking out of here with a victory!

Terry celebrates on his ass in the corner as his title is handed to him. The boos rain down as Terry tries desperately to catch his breath. The ref checks on Buck Dempsey who is finally responding now. The ref goes to help Buck to his feet, but Marvin comes over and shoves him out of the way to boos at first, but then helps Buck to his feet. He says a few things to a groggy Buck Dempsey before reaching down and grabing his hand, raising it high for the fans to see as the boos switch to cheers.

Harris: Look at that! Our champion is even gracious in victory.

West: I don’t like this!

Terry then offers his hand to Buck to shake. Buck looks for a second then reaches out and shakes it. Both men exchange smiles until…….

MARVIN DECKS HIM WITH A LEFT HAND!

West: I was waiting for that!

Buck goes down as his daughter Betty can no longer watch from ringside and hops the guardrail to tend to her dad. Marvin rolls out of the ring before she can get there and raises the title high in the air as he celebrates to the back .

Buck is helped to his feet and is responded to by the fans cheering loudly and chanting his name.

”THANK YOU BUCK! THANK YOU BUCK! THANK YOU BUCK!”

Dempsey waves to the crowd as he’s helped out and to the back by the ref and his daughter!

West: Well, that's our show folks. Tune in in TWO weeks to see the Meltdown Supershow on December 22nd. For Dick Harris, Im Shane West. Goodnight!