Meltdown SUPER SHOW - Buffalo, NY - Dec 22, 2012

[Evan De Parker]

Dark Match
Mr Dangerous against Jake Youngblood

The match starts off with both of them showing respect to each other only when Jake punched Mr Dangerous in the face and then Jake uses the Northernlights Suplex onto Mr Dangerous. The crowd were fully behind Jake in this case as he was using the dragon sleeper on Mr Dangerous as the referee raises Mr Dangerous's arm and dropped both times and then he does a few punches to Jake's head and does a DDT onto to Jake as he picks him back up to do another one but Jake reverses the move to a Tiger suplex.

Jake does another suplex but it's a German suplex this time as he has Mr Dangerous in a headlock only for Mr Dangerous to use an armdrag on Jake who was getting frustrated on not able to get a pin fall on him but he gets the momentum going with the crowd getting fully behind him and he goes for the tiger bomb and makes a pinfall on Mr Dangerous.

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Mr Dangerous kicks out as he tries to get up from that nasty tiger bomb that Jake gave him but this time Jake gets Mr Dangerous weakened with his elbow shots and then Jake sets Mr Dangerous up for his finisher which is called “Young, Wild & Reckless” and then he goes for the pinfall yet again.

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Winner: Jake Youngblood

West: Huge win by newcomer Jake Youngblood! Welcome to Buffalo New York Folks, this is the Meltdown Supershow!



The scene pans over the cheering crowd going off the hook. Everyone is on their feet as Meltdown goes live.

We pan over to the announce table where Dick Harris is sitting next to Shane West who has donned a "Santa Hat"

West: Hello and WELCOME everyone to a VERY special edition of Saturday Meltdown! We have a lot of great matches for you as some of our friends from Asylum and Overdrive have come to join us.

Harris: That's right Shane. We've got Slade Craven squaring off against Stephan Raab with YARMOUTH in the ring as the Special guest ref. We've got Delikado and Shadow going head to head, Michaeal Lively brings Sabur out of the rust bucket to clash with SONS of the SOUTH, and Nick Watson defends his Xtreme title against AC Smith!

West: And that's not the only title match we have for you tonight. The NORTH AMERICAN TITLE is on the line as Logan Alexander defends his title against FOUR of the top contenders in a five pack challenge. THis match will be NUTS Dick, and anyone could walk out the winner.

Harris: No, not just anyone.... We will have the SEXIEST North American champion since Evan Envi wore that belt when Kaylyn James Evans walks out with that gold around her beautiful waist!

West: I'm pretty sure you just admitted your man crush for Evan Envi. But that's enough talk folks, we've got a jam packed show and lets get to it.

As we head back stage the door to the arena is swung open by Michael Lively's personal slave, some know her as his mother, others call her Terri Lively. The champion of complete greatness walks through the door held open by his petite mother. The essence of arrogance oozing from this mans pores is almost suffocating as he enters the building. He removes his sunglasses and looks back at his mother who tries to jockey two very large suitcases.

Lively: You got that ok?

Struggling the woman simply nods.

Lively: Good. I would hate to add to the unemployment rate in this country. I pay you to do a job...simple as that!!

His mother almost falls through the door with both bags in hand but catches herself at the last moment. Her arrogant son and self proclaimed Savior of Wrestling just watches on in disgust.

Lively: You know if you can't handle it...

Terri: I got it!!

Lively: I mean damn it's just Sabur's gear and my gear...you look like a crack whore humping a car door!!!

The woman ignores the slashing insult as at this point in her life it falls upon deaf ears. Years of verbal abuse from her Hall of Fame son has made her grow numb to any lashing from his lethal tongue. She tries to steady the bags and head for the locker room.

Lively: Hey Cunty-McGee...do you even know where you're going? It's this way!!

Lively points in the opposite direction as the woman jockeys his bag along with his tag team partner who has yet to arrive at the building. She reset's her course of direction and shuffles past her son who simply stands in disgust waiting for the woman to scamper along. An evil grin appears on the dastardly bastards face just as she shuffles past. He sticks out his leg tripping up her feet. She wobbles forward and falls face first on the luggage. A huge sigh of disbelief exits Terri Lively's mouth as she lands face down. Almost amused by his antics the man reacts in anger as if it were his plan all along.

Lively: What's the matter with you?!?! Is your equilibrium thrown off because you are full of dick juice, you fucking slut?!?

Lively reaches down grabbing the woman by the back of her vest yanking her to her feet. The Hall of Famer presses his forehead against hers backing the woman against the wall as he screams in her face.

Lively: Not only are you a fucking whore with an infested crotch burger, but you're a clumsy bitch as well. You been hitting the bottle, you taking up alcoholism as well a bunny hoping on random dick!!

"HEY!!!"

Lively pulls back from his mother as the belting out of a bass filled voice rings out. This voice unfamiliar to Michael Lively, yet it now belongs to someone he surely has no intentions of playing nice with. The man spins around to see none other then A.C. Smith standing there with a scowl on his face.

Smith: "Before I go any further...ma'am, how much is your son paying you?"

The woman, afraid to say anything, keeps quiet as her son glares at her.

Smith: "Never mind. Here's what I'm going to do."

Smith goes into the back pocket of his blue jeans, pulling out a personal check and a ballpoint pen. He quickly scribbles something on it before handing it to the woman, who is almost petrified to take it.

Smith: "You go cash that and spend the night on the town. Get a nice dinner, pamper yourself, do some holiday shopping, whatever you want to do. My guys will go deposit these bags backstage, and I'll personally see to it that they get shipped wherever your son and his tag team partner are competing next. Sound good?"

Now beaming, Terri drops the bags and sprints out of sight. Her son, though, is anything but pleased.

Lively: Hey...you worthless female trash get back here! If you don't ge...

Smith: "Save it. Unlike you, I have a respect for my elders, especially those who I wouldn't be alive without. That was me acting out of the goodness of my heart. I came back here for a much different reason."

Smith and Lively are now standing chest-to-chest. Lively's nostrils flaring as Smith seems amused by the rise he has gotten out of the arrogant Hall of Famer.

Smith: "You've got talent. And since you're moving to Overdrive to compete against the big boys, you don't need me to tell you that. But let me make something crystal clear to you, in no uncertain terms, I will NOT tolerate that behavior. Despite what you may think, Overdrive is NOT your show. You bring that attitude to the big stage again, and I'll make DAMN sure you pay for it."

Lively: You'll make me pay? Please, do you even realize who you are standing in front of? I will ruin you!

We hear footsteps off-screen get louder and louder. After a second or two, Bobby the Bavarian Man-Bitch and Stevie the Slovakian Slobberknocker enter the frame and flank Smith on each side. Bobby: "Something the matter, chief?"

Smith: "Nah. Just explaining to Mr. Lively here that the rules as he knows them no longer exist. Bobby, Stevie, bring their bags to their dressing room. If there are any issues, come to me and I'll handle them. Personally."

A.C. refocuses on Lively.

Smith: "But I doubt you'll get any problems. Am I right?!"

The two stare each other down as Bobby and Stevie grab a bag each and exit the picture. Lively, though, has no such intentions.

Lively: Problems? You know those two will have no problems...you on the other hand...

Smith: "Like I said, if you cause any problems with that shitty attitude, you'll have to answer to me. You don't want that."

Smith exits with a smirk on his face as Lively silently simmers with his ego slightly bruised. Once more foot steps ring out. This time Lively is met by his own entourage of yahoos. Sabur, Chubs and Jerry O'Harrow all surround the self proclaimed JESUS who looks ready to snap.

Sabur: Hey I just saw you mom skipping off, what's going on?

Lively: WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU GUYS???

Lively clenches his fists as he spins around glaring at his cronies. The man shoves past his employees heading toward his locker room as the slowly follow him.

[Evan De Parker]

We cut to the backstage area where Alexander Duvall and Sienna Harrison stand before us, to the dismay of those in Buffalo. They wear their brightest smiles as they begin to address the audience in attendance and at home.

Duvall: Good evening, APW faithfull!

"YOU SUCK!"

"YOU SUCK!"

"YOU SUCK!"

The two frown briefly, but soon continue.

Sienna: We wanted to thank everybody for being in attendance tonight and for watching at home. Tonight is a very special Meltdown because toight... We're celebrating the holidays in a way that we only know how in APW... And tonight is about GIVING. So tonight, we're GIVING you guys a fantastic show. Tonight, we're GIVING you guys everything you--

"YOU SUCK!"

"YOU SUCK!"

"YOU SUCK!"

Sienna bites her lip and frowns, glaring into the camera, down at the fans, looking as if she's holding back cheers. Alexander Duvall shakes his head at the audience.

Duvall: Enjoy the show you ingrates. Merry... Christmas.

West: Hey, look--!

As the JumboTron fades to black, we cut to ringside. Tek and Evan McDonald were in the ring, but they have been taken to the ground and are being stomped by Evan Envi and Delikado.

West: Well, our first match was supposed to be Evan McDonald and Tek versus Storm Front, but uh...

Harris: But this is so much better! Hah!

Envi and Delikado each stomp Tek and McDonald respectively before Delikado rolls out of the ring, retrieving two Singapore canes from beneath the ring. Evan smirks as he's tossed one and the two begin to smash them into the ribs, chests, and torsos of Tek and McDonald! Both men roll out of the ring, groaning in pain, and retreat up the ramp...

...But the crowd roars as Sophie Storm and Amber Storm charge down the ramp, sliding right into the ring!

West: I guess Storm Front isn't taking kindly to having their match interrupted!

However, as the women enter the ring, they are each taken down with hard shots to the ribs with the canes, and promptly smacked with the canes repeatedly as they fall to their knees, and then to their backs on the mat.

West: What's the meaning of this?!

Harris: Ask Sophie and Amber! They're the ones that got involved!

Evan hoists Sophie Storm to her feet as if prepared to hit a Dragon Sleeper, and then drives her down for the Guess Who, a Snap Backbreaker across the knee! Amber is already motionless in the corner. Delikado exits the ring again to retrieve a microphone. He hands it to Evan Envi, who smirks at the booing crowd.

Evan: This is what Envikado can do to two teams in your tag team division, APW. Take a good look. One ran for the hills, and one's laid out right in front of you.

Buffalo, New York boos but Evan shrugs.

Evan: Because of shenanigans, Delikado and I-- we're not in the Tag Team Title finals at Christmas Chaos. But M&M... Dying Breed... Speede... Deruty... I want you guys to listen carefully.

When one of you wins those titles tomorrow night, you will give Delikado and I the first shot. You know we were robbed. You KNOW those Tag Team Championships belong to us and should've been ours since the beginning. So--

Evan stops as he sees Amber Storm crawling up to her hands and knees in the ring. He smirks and looks at Delikado, who is grinning at her, looking at her like a piece of meat as she gets up.

Evan: My, my. What do we have here, Deli? Fresh meat?

Delikado's answer is a stomp to the canvas. He positions himself behind Amber, setting her up for the Last Call to Cuba... But the crowd roars as out of nowhere, Shadow hops over the ringside barricade and slides into the ring, clubbing Envi down from behind! Envi hits the ground and Delikado turns, seeing Shadow-- but he ducks out of the ring, avoiding Shadow's grasp by inches!

Harris: Damnit! What is this?!

West: Shadow just saved Amber Storm from an unwanted Last Call to Cuba!

Harris: Well, damn, Shane, how many more calls does she GET?

Shadow is right on Delikado's heels as Delikado sprints up the ramp and into the backstage area, the crowd roaring the entire time.

Evan climbs to his feet in the ring, holding the back of his head, looking perplexed-- but the crowd grows louder and Evan's eyes grow wide as John Dionysus makes his way from backstage and walks casually down to the ring.

Harris: John Dionysus?! WHY?

West: Evan's Christmas Chaos opponent! Things just got more interesting!

Evan glares at Dionysus as Dionysus walks up the stairs and enters the ring. Evan raises the microphone to his lips.

Evan: Listen--!

Dionysus grabs Evan's hand and the microphone falls to the mat, earning a roar from the crowd. Dionysus leans toward Evan and whispers something to him for a few seconds before letting go and backing away, staring Evan down.

The two look at each other for a few moments and Evan looks utterly shocked at whatever Dionysus has said.

Harris: What'd he say? WHAT'D HE SAY?!

Evan looks down and then up at Dionysus again, before shaking his head and exiting the ring. Evan walks up the ramp, muttering something to himself, looking perplexed.

West: I'm... Confused.

Harris: Aw. So we don't get to see Storm Front wrestle?

West: Looks like a negative, Dick.

The camera fades to black on John Dionysus in the ring as he watches Evan vanish to the back.

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

[Evan De Parker]

The New York crowd boos as our cameras pan to the back, showing Kaylyn James Evans seated in her locker room. The Megastar has a luxurious and spacious locker room. She's seated faced away from the door in a chair, lacing her boots, before there's a knock at the door.

KJE: Come in.

The person on the other side doesn't hesitate to open it... And the crowd cheers when they see it's Aubrey J. Parker!

Aubrey stands in the doorway for a moment and then steps inside. She approaches Kaylyn from behind and slowly snakes her arms down around her neck and places her cheek next to hers before she speaks in a gentle voice.

AJP: Hey, Evans.

The last person she had expected to walk through the door was Parker, she had figured it was Jason Kash if anything, so when she heard that voice she rolled her eyes and groaned.

KJE: To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you here, Parker? Come to make sure I have a great holiday?

Kay chuckles before cutting it off shortly showing she has no real interest in chatting with her frienemy.

AJP: Hmmmm. You could say that, babydoll.

Aubrey gets up and moves around Kaylyn to face her before casually sitting in her lap and bringing her face only inches from hers.

AJP: But can I tell you what I want for Christmas?

Kaylyn smirks and laughs softly. There are a few seconds of silence between the two before Kaylyn responds.

KJE: Oh please... do tell. I would love nothing more than to know what you want.

AJP: I want... you... to disappear... forever. Out of my business. Out of my life.

Parker shrugs.

AJP: Just out.

Kaylyn sighs before her lips part so she could speak.

KJE: Ooh Parker, here is what I will do for you this Christmas. Because I am full of holiday spirit I will give you something...

Kaylyn smirks before moving her lips to the ear of Aubrey and whispering the next few words.

KJE: I'll give you my word that I will make your life a living hell from here on out.

Kaylyn laughs softly and pushes herself to a stand making sure Parker falls from her lap. Looking down at her she smirks.

KJE: Anything else, Princess?

Aubrey, apparently expecting the shove looks up at Kaylyn from the ground with a half smile.

AJP: Yeah, I was actually-

She delivers a hard kick to Kaylyn's knee. Kaylyn teeters, and Aubrey sweeps her other foot, causing Kaylyn to snap backward and her head hits the chair! Kaylyn hits the ground silently and Aubrey pushes herself to her feet, staring down at her with a cold expression.

Aubrey reaches down and lifts Kaylyn's head up by the hair just enough to slide the chair out from under it. She pulls the chair up into the air and raises it above her head to the delight of the crowd... However she fails to see Sienna Harrison step into the doorway.

Sienna: OH my God!

Aubrey turns her head to the door and Sienna looks at her in shock, and then down at Kaylyn. She turns and runs off without a second thought. Aubrey continues to stare at the doorway and cries out in frustration, throwing the chair to the ground. She looks down at Kaylyn with a gaze that indicates that she knows she's done something she'll regret, and then turns, half-walking, half-running out of the locker room.

The cameras cut backstage with Stefan holding some things in the bag. No one knows what Stefan has got planned this week as a lot of people were booing him like mad after the things he had done two weeks ago on Asylum. He begins to speak

Stefan Raab: A lot of people including Jeff were complaining last week about what I did on Asylum on burning the American, Canadian and United Kingdom flag along with the fella merchandise. Oh cry me a river as if I care what you fans, Yarmouth, President Jeff and Slade Craven think. Here are things in the bag that explain the three things that these idiots are.

Stefan gets the bag out and he picked up a toy yellow duck which of course Stefan was aiming this one at President Jeff and he already had a bucket full of water to place the toy duck in.

Stefan Raab: A lot of people have been asking me about did I really challenge President Jeff for a match? You damn right it's true because I called him out before and after the One Night In Hell PPV only for him to ignore me hence why you are seeing right here is a yellow duck that Jeff has been doing too much of ducking from a match against me. I told you Jeff that I am going to call you out for a match and I won't give up until you accept. Look at what you been doing most of the time.

Stefan places the microphone onto the duck and it quacks about ten times with a smile on his face knowing that's exactly what Jeff had been doing with the fans booing him but Stefan didn't really care as he was just having a bit of fun.

Stefan Raab: Quack quack indeed since how you have been ignoring me. Let's face it Jeff you are scared of me and of course that is why you haven't said anything about the challenge I put out to you a few weeks ago. I know you hate my guts but I do as well seeing how you put this match with Yarmouth your so called friend as the special guest referee. I am not going to talk that much more about you tonight because I need to move onto the next thing.

Stefan leaves the toy duck in the bucket as he then gets out a pack of nappies knowing that it was mainly aimed at Yarmouth now and begins to speak.

Stefan Raab: Hm now why did I buy these nappies? Oh I know because a certain guy has been so scared of me lately that he needed to change a lot of his underwear and he cries like a baby as well on how he thinks he deserves a shot for the Tap Out title and I should earn my shot for it when clearly he got handed a title shot in the first place. This is actually your Christmas present for today Yarmouth a pack of nappies so you don't need underwear to change the amount of poop that you done in your underwear knowing that you really are scared right now and lately I have got in your head as well so all of this you not being scared of me is complete rubbish.

Stefan paused for a bit to hear the reaction of the fans but he didn't really care for them and nor did he care what he was about to say next.

Stefan Raab: This is exactly how you been acting a big baby making sure that you are getting your ass kissed by your friend President Jeff. The sight of Jeff having your poo on his mouth is quite disgusting since after all you are like his little baby that he adopted from your real parents. You better not do anything stupid like costing me the match against Slade tonight because if you do then I will make sure that I will cost you the Tap Out title match against the other idiots you are facing by making you tap out. tomorrow night at Christmas Chaos.

A lot of fans thought that Stefan went a little bit too far with that but it could've been worse but there was one more thing in the bag that Stefan had left to get out and that was a dolls pram to take the mickey out of Slade Craven.

Stefan Raab: I know I couldn't bring the real thing but this is a pram for Slade Craven where he has been lying in for the last two months while he has been away from wrestling well more in a hospital bed but a pram is close to that. Tonight Slade you will end up in the same position only this time it will end up for you a lot worse than last week especially the mood I am in isn't going to be pleasant and that spills trouble for you. I am sick and tired of seeing your face.

Stefan had something else in the bag as well which turned out to be handcuffs since he heard rumours about Shadow being at ringside for the match.

Stefan Raab: I heard that Shadow is going to be at ringside tonight and I begin to wonder that you need backup because you barely know that you almost got beat last week by me. That's fine because I got him some handcuffs to stop him from attacking me although I would stand up to him since unlike you. I have the balls to stand up to anyone even him. It's a fact that you are just as bad as Yarmouth sucking on President Jeff's dick only you are sucking on Shadow's dick. What a lot of ass kissers I got to look at tonight but that doesn't matter since I am going to win the match anyway. Prepare to be Raabinated by The Killerplauze.

Stefan then drops the things on the floor as he then goes back to his locker room as the cameras go back into the ring waiting for the announcer to speak.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for ONE Fall and it has a 20 minute time limit. Introducing first, hailing from Thess..a..loniki, GREECE!! Please welcome "Femme Fatale" ALEXIS!!!

Harris: Paige just RUINED the pronouncing of where Alexis comes from!!

Dance Intro start as lights go out House light criss crossing as fog machine going off Song Starts as the Fog Machine dies out Out Walk Alexis as glows stick behind her as glow sticks type light spinning around fast as she walking down to the ring as she get to the ring side as she goes to kiss fan on chick and pull back last second laughing at the child as Alexis walks up the steps get in under the top rope slowly teasing the fans as she get in the ring and Blow her opponent a Kiss.

West: Who cares where she is from, do you SEE THAT? God made men and women but women came out with BANG, BOOM, Lord Have MERCY!!

Paige: And her opponent..from The WINDY CITY of Chicago, IL!! The "Second City Assassin"! MAATT WAARRRRDD!!!!!

Dance with the devil by Breaking Benjamin begins to play as Matt Ward makes his way out to the ring as the fans boo as he makes his way to the ring. As he gets into the ring he taunts the fans as he embraces the boos from the fans as he smirks as he stares across the ring at Alexis.

Alexis Vs. Matt Ward

The bell sounds and Matt Ward can't stop himself from smiling. He looks at the fans and motions in her direction before shrugging his shoulders. As if asking why this match would even be booked. He looks her up and down and laughs harder and leans into the ropes as Alexis smiles back at him. She approaches and Ward retains his smile but stands up straight. He leans out his chin and points to it, giving her the first shot. She takes it with a surprising right hook and snaps his head sideways. Ward falls into the ropes and his smile is gone. He rushes at her and she ducks a clothesline. Ward whips around and is met with a Spinning Backhand that stuns him in place. The crowd roaring with laughter and cheers as Alexis begins to lay into Ward with kicks to the legs and mid section.

West: Alexis is showing that no matter the size of the Dog in the fight, it still has teeth!

Harris: Did you just call her a dog? HER? We are NO LONGER FRIENDS!!

West: Well THAT was easier than I ever imagined! Oh, what a stiff kick to the side of Matt Ward's head!

Seconds before the words leave his mouth, Alexis sees an opening and whips her leg up and catches Ward to the side of his head, more in the jaw/neck area with a High Kick and Ward drops to a knee. She grabs him by the head and signals for a Bulldog but Ward stands tall, lifts her up and drops her back onto her neck with a Falling Backdrop. The crowd changes from cheers to boos!

Harris: An attractive female will always get cheers until she shows that she is a bitc--

West: LANGUAGE!! The only other network that would take us right now is TrueTV and their ratings SUCK because of Nancy Grace. What a cun--NING but arrogant woman!

Matt Ward pops up onto his feet and drops down with an elbow drop. He gets up again quickly and drops another elbow drop. Grabbing a handful of her blonde hair, he pulls her to her feet and lifts her with a Gorilla Press. He smiles and shows that he can hold her up with one arm and does so to the crowd's boos. As he goes to slam her, she slides off behind him. Alexis grabs Ward from behind, pulls his head back and plants a huge kiss on his lips. She then sets him up for her "Femme Fatale" finisher but Matt Ward lifts her up and now she is riding his shoulder. He slams her down with an Oklahoma Slam and returns to his feet.

e waits on her, stalks her as she grumbles and moves about on the canvas. Alexis pushes up off the mat and grabs the ring ropes nearby. She pulls herself up to her knees and then to her feet. Slowly moving from the surprise counter and slam, Alexis turns around in a groggy motion and sees Matt Ward flipping her off with both hands. She is surprised again as Ward jumps into the air and hits her with a Jumping Cutter. A move he calls "Vendetta" and she plants right back into the canvas. Ward flips her onto her back and covers her as he smiles out at the live audience, all of them booing him as the referee makes the count.

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Paige: Your Winner via Pinfall..MATT WARD!!!

Harris: If Alexis needs a shoulder to cry on, a nice hug or someone to give her a sponge bath...CALL me!

West: Excuse my Broadcast partner here but what a victory by Matt Ward! He seemed to over estimate his much smaller Opponent at first but he put her away just the same in the end.

"Dance With The Devil" begins to play as Matt Ward gets to his feet and looks satisfied with the result. He smiles and waves off all the boos from the crowd as his hand is raised and he exits the ring.

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

[Evan De Parker]

The scene opens in the parking lot as a loud roar echoes off the concrete walls. Bright headlights suddenly appear on screen turning in from the street. Fans leap to their feet screaming and those screams can be heard all throughout the arena. They know it’s the Ass Kicker Anonymous Truck! The truck pulls up to the rear entrance and screeches to a halt, the customer green flame grill takes up the whole POV. The screaming doesn’t stop it only gets loud as the doors to the truck fly open. Shadow steps out of the driver’s side and Slade leaps from the passenger’s.

Slade: You almost made us late man!

Shadow: You’re the one who wanted pie.

Slade: I love me some pie.

Shadow reaches into the bed of the pickup truck and hoists it over his shoulder. Craven climbs into the back of the truck and grabs his luggage too. He tosses it down and jumps off the truck.

Slade: I don’t have long to get changed. I better hurry up.

Craven takes off for the nearest door he rips it open.

Slade: This way! I think this leads to the locker room!

Craven bolts through the door and then there is a huge crash as the door slams shut behind him. One the other wall, Shadow is standing by the double doors to the arena. He has a strange look on his face.

Shadow: That’s the closet!

Shadow turns and heads through the doors looking for his locker room. The camera turns back to the Maintenance storage closet Craven entered. There is another bang and then a louder sound of something crashing. The door rattles. It doesn’t open though.

Slade: Hey! Why wont this door open?

There is a pause.

Slade: Shadow!?

A longer pause.

Slade: Shadow?

Our cameras pan to the office of Alexander Duvall and Sienna Harrison. Sienna is seated in a leather couch, listening to Duvall as Duvall paces back and forth.

Duvall: We can't let M&M keep getting away with this crap. You know we have to do something. YOU KNOW, Sienna.

Sienna: You think I don't know that?

Duvall: Well, I'm hoping you had something in mind!

Sienna: I do...

Duvall scoffs.

Duvall: Is it going to be enough?

Sienna: They're not going to keep pulling these stunts for long. I promise you. I'm going to take care of this.

Duvall: Let's hope.

Duvall groans and sits down next to her, shaking his head as we fade to black.

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

[Evan De Parker]

The inside of Mr. Duvall's Office comes into view as the cameras cut to the backstage area. Asylum's Jason Kash standing in front of Duvall's desk shakes hands with the Meltdown General Manager as they have a few parting words.

Mr. Duvall: So then we'll see you here on Meltdown for the January 2nd Show then, I can't say how good it will be to see Young Mannie get whats coming to him!

JKash: Big fan of what you've done here, I won't let you down. Thanks again for Reinstating him so he can prepare for this Blood bath that now awaits him. Falls Count Anywhere, anything goes right?

Mr. Duvall: Right. Falls Count Anywhere, Anything goes. January 2nd Meltdown! LIVE on FX!

They both release their grip from the handshake and Kash nods before heading towards the office door. As he opens it, Kash looks back and speaks once more.

JKash: This is exactly what I want and he'll be BEGGING for it to just be over with...Thanks again! Later..

He leaves the office of Mr. Duvall with a smile on his face. As he begins to head down the hallway the voice of a Backstage worker catches his attention.

Worker: I'm not lying, Kaylyn James was just attacked by Aubrey J. Parker...I'm serious! Kaylyn got knocked senseless!! Chicks like that fighting is what makes this business worth living in my Parent's basement for..

Kash takes off down the hallway, knowing he's half way across the backstage from KJE's locker room he picks up his speed and cuts around a corner as the view cuts to ringside.

Paige: Firstly please welcome the Special Guest Referee for this following Contest. He's the "Big Ass Boom" Yarmouth!

Yarmouth dressed down in a Striped Referee's shirt, nods to the crowd and cameras as the audience cheers for the big man.

[glow=purple,2,300]“I thought I told you, I came to Party!”[/glow]

Deuce kicks up as the fans leap to their feet. The arena lights dim as green and purple lasers streak across the stage. A fog seeps from the entryway.

Nicky Paige: Coming to the ring at this time. Being accompanied by Shadow! From Dallas Texas, weighing 215 lbs, Slade “The Main Man” Craven!

Craven bursts from behind the curtain and right behind him is Shadow! Both are wearing old school Ass Kickers Anonymous T shirts, the patented sunglasses and big smiles plastered on their faces. Buffalo goes nuts.

Shane West: AW crap!

Dick Harris: What? You really dislike them? You’re supposed to cheer for the good guys!

Shane West: They treated me like garbage how could I ever show the AKA any support!

The fans do not share Shane’s dislike of Slade and Shadow. Craven and Shadow walk down the ramp shaking hands with the fans who have waited so long to see these two back together. Craven doesn’t walk around the ring instead he slides under the bottom rope immediately while Shadow glad hands all the front row fans. Craven leaps up to the turnbuckle as the music continues. The fans love it too.

Harris: And there is the big good who used to walk all over Meltdown.

West: And I was just starting to like him.

Slade jumps down to the center of the ring while Shadow stays at ringside. Craven turns to the center ring ready for a fight.

Paige: And his opponent..From Cologne, Germany..."The Killerplauze" STEFFAAN RRAAAAAB!!

Stefan comes out through the curtain just wearing his gold and black wrestling tights with his nickname The Killerplauze on the front of them with TV Total logos on the side of his trousers and ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and does a holdup on one turnbuckle and everyone boos him as he looks at Yarmouth and then Stefan gets down from the turnbuckle and trash talks in his face for a while before Stefan spits in Yarmouth's face as Yarmouth gets angry as they then eye down and trash talk on each other before Slade Craven comes out.

West: Stefan Raab is out to show how hated he really is. Who does he think he is challenging Jeff and seeking out Yarmouth? He's writing a check he might have a hard time cashing.

Harris: Raab does his thing and people need to quit sleeping on him. He's one German Suplex away from putting people away and becoming a threat to everyone.

Slade Craven vs. Stefan Raab
(Yarmouth as Special Guest Referee)

As Nicky Paige leaves the ring, the bell sounds off and Yarmouth steps to the center and signals for the match to begin. Raab looks at Yarmouth and mouths off to him but knows he's an official. Slade shoves Raab at the shoulder to get him focused on the match and Raab instantly slaps Slade across the face. Looking surprised, Slade becomes angry but Stefan Raab drops him with a forearm blast. Popping back to his feet, Slade is met with another forearm blast and it stumbles him back. Raab comes in with a corny Boxing Combination to the chest, face, and ribs. Slade Craven blocks and counters with a pop to Raab in the mouth with his other hand.

Again and again, Slade punches Raab and walks the German backwards with each direct punch. With one last connection to Raab's chin, Slade Craven hops up and wraps his legs around Stefan Raab's head and whips him over with a Hurricanrana. Craven is up quickly and hits the far ropes, spring off it and slinging himself back in the direction of Stefan Raab as "The Killerplauze" gets up standing tall and Slade Craven leaps again, going for a pretty high Running Cross Body but Raab drops down and Slade hits the top rope and flips over onto the ring apron to the outside.

Harris: See! Stefan Raab is too smart for that to have worked. Slade Craven needs to up his game to win this match. Even with Yarmouth as referee..He HAS to make the count doesn't he?

West: He does, it's his duty tonight!

Raab smirks off to Yarmouth and the two exchange a few words as Slade climbs to his feet and waits for Raab to face him. As he does, Slade jumps up using the ropes and spring boards into the ring hitting a quick Crossbody and connecting with this one that has more velocity and puts them both onto the canvas. Slade rolls out of it and pops up onto his feet. The crowd gives him a rain of mixed reaction. Going to Raab's legs, he goes to apply a Boston Crab but Raab upkicks and pushes Slade Craven back. Craven comes back in and Stefan Raab pulls him in for a Monkey Flip but Slade Craven flips and lands on his feet.

West: Whoa! Nice agility by Slade Craven!!

Harris: And Stefan Raab doesn't see that he landed on his feet...opp, now he does!

Scrambling to get to his feet, Stefan Raab's eyes open widelyas he sees Slade Craven on his feet. Raab is able to duck Slade's "Click Kick" Superkick and Raab is down, crawling towards the ring ropes to get away. He pushes up and turns around and on his hands and knees, Raab is hit with a "Click Kick" that connects to the side of his cheek.

Raab slumps over to his side and Slade Craven snatches him up and shoves him into the corner. Slade begins to lay into Raab with corner chops. Craven comes in and Raab hits him with an eye poke. Yarmouth comes in and starts getting onto Raab about the poke. Raab shoves Yarmouth back, Yarmouth stiff arms Raab back into the corner. Slade Craven comes in and pushes Yarmouth away and Raab uses the blind spot from Yarmouth as an outlet and kicks Slade in the balls. As Slade goes down Raab throws his arms up acting like he didn't do anything. Raab leans forward and grabs the leg of Slade Craven and drags him away from the ropes before he applies the "Killerlock" Anklelock and tightens the submission. Slade Craven roars out in pain and has no place to go and is forced to tap. Yarmouth calls for the bell!

Paige: Your Winner via Submission..."The KILLERPLAUZE" STEFFFAAAN RAAAAB!!

Raab staggers to his feet and has nothing but teeth showing. He demands that Yarmouth raise his arm in victory and hesitant and reluctant, Yarmouth does and lifts the arm of his former partner and rival.

Harris: Hahaha! What a moment to remember for Stefan Raab! Yarmouth was FORCED to raise his hand!

Trying to leave the ring, Yarmouth releases the arm and turns away but Stefan Raab hurries behind him and struggles too but lifts Yarmouth up and puts him down with his "Killerpin" Bridging German Suplex.

West: What a dastardly act from Stefan Raab. Never one to seek a fair fight..

The crowd booing but impressed with his strength as Stefan Raab gets up, wobbles and leaves the ring with his music playing over the PA System. The crowd filling the arena with growls and boos.

Slade Craven rolls out of the ring next and looks around, in shock at his loss. He is joined by Shadow, who tries to assist him, but Craven rips his arm away from Shadow and walks ahead of him. He half-limps, half-walks up the ramp, looking around, confused as the fans applaud and cheer his efforts. He takes a deep breath and looks up into the sky, grimacing. He shakes his head and continues to limp up the ramp to the back, a scowl-- a look of pure anger on his face as he makes his way to the back. Shadow follows, shaking his head.

Harris: Hah. Wow. If looks could kill, right?

West: Things haven't exactly been fantastic for Slade Craven as of late. Let's hope this doesn't lead to another outburst, eh?

Harris: Speak for yourself!

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

[Evan De Parker]

As the cameras return to the Meltdown Supershow, we quickly see Jason Kash backstage. He's pushing people aside as he approaches the medical room. He had just left out of the Office of Mr. Duvall when he heard about her attack, he should have remained by her side. What had happened was tearing through his thoughts.

JKash: Move, out of my way! Get the fuc--

Finally through the small crowd of people in the hallway, he gets into the door of the medical room. A few EMTs surrounding a downed KJE. Kash storms up behind the circle of EMTs and looks down at Kaylyn who is on the medical bed. Their eyes connecting even though hers are glazed over from apparently being knocked out. Sienna approaches the scene a second later.

JKash: What the hell happened!?!

Sienna maneuvers around him and stands in his way as he tries to go through the EMTs and he looks down at the Assistant GM of Meltdown as she speaks.

Sienna: Please, Kaylyn has been assaulted by Aubrey Parker and we will handle this...

JKash: Handle it? No, let me handle it for you..

He goes to turn and leave but KJE calls out to him. He stops and turns back towards her and steps closer so she can see him and him her. Sienna moves out of his way.

KJE: Were you out flirting with another girl this time? Is that why you feel some sort of remorse for me laying here? Don't bother Jason, this isn't your problem..

JKash: How can you say that to me? Like I'm the only one who flirts! When did this become a relationship anyways? You can be a bitch all you want later but I'm going to find Parker and...well I'm gonna kick her in the Vagina!!

Sienna: WHERE IT HURTS!! Er-- No wait, I can't have you going around causing ruckus tonight Kash. I'm sorry but I can't..Security, can you escort Mr. Kash out of the building please. Let us handle this...

JKash: So much for Action Packed eh? Fine. Kay, Get that head checked out and good luck tonight, be safe...Let's go rent-a-troopers...MUSH!!

Kaylyn nods at him understanding and appreciating his words. Even though she still seems a bit confused about his flirting, she begins to get up with the help of the EMTs so she can prepare for her match later tonight. Kash leads Security out of the locker room as Sienna turns back towards KJE and the scene goes back to ringside.

Harris: Poor Kaylyn!

West: ...Yeah...

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.

West: Ready for some tag team action?

Harris: I'm ready to see the debut of Christian Kane. Duvall's new right hand man is going to put asses in check.

West: Dick!

Harris: Hey, watch your language.

“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.

Paige: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, standing in the ring at a combined weight of 330 pounds, the team of Niobe "Nightmare" Martin and "Sheriff" John McBride!

SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME!

Harris: Here he comes, herehecomes!

The guitars and drums of the timeless Bon Jovi classic kick in throughout the arena as Christian Kane makes his way through the curtain and onto the stage, his two strippers in tow. Red and white lights focus on the Canadian Sensation and flash rapidly, drawing attention to him with the lights illuminating his body. William Black slowly makes his way out from behind the curtains as well, to a deafening round of boos from the crowd.

Paige: And their opponents, making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 451 pounds, the team of Christian Kane and William Black!

Grabbing his girls by the hair Kane tells the camera to ‘watch this’ before engaging a three way French kiss with his strippers. This lasts for 3 or 4 seconds before Kane lets go of the girls and pushes them aside, beginning to strut down the ramp as he slicks back his hair. A slightly perturbed looking William Black rolls his eyes, but makes his way down the ramp after him. Kane stops at ringside, looking around the arena with a smirk on his face which quickly turns to disgusted scowl as fans let Kane know exactly what they think of him and his tag team partner.

Harris: What is wrong with these people?!

West: Guess they caught the last episode of Meltdown...

As the music continues to play, Kane waves a dismissive hand and makes his way around to the left side of the ring, walks up the steel steps then climbs the turnbuckle. With one foot on the top turnbuckle and one on the second rope, Kane holds his arms out to his side again and tenses his muscles, inciting an extremely loud negative reaction from the audience in attendance once more. With a smug look on his face, Kane now hops off the turnbuckle and into the ring. William Black slides in as well, holding his arms up to the crowd, demanding their adulation-- but he too receives nothing but a barrage of boos. Black lowers his arms and glares into the crowd, shaking his head.

Walking across the ring the Canadian Sensation jumps on the second rope, posing again as jeers from the die-hard APW faithful are mixed among high pitched cheers from the females in attendance, most notably Kane’s girls. As the music slowly fades, Kane hops off the turnbuckle and walks to his corner, preparing for the match ahead.

West: And this is it! The debut of Christian Kane! And you know William Black is itching for a chance to get his hands on John McBride again... especially after McBride got in their business and told everyone in APW that he wasn’t gonna stand for it anymore.

Harris: Well who the hell is McBride? Why is he playing the hero? I never liked cops, Shane.

Tag Team Match
Niobe “Nightmare” Martin and “Sheriff” John McBride vs Christian Kane and William Black

The bell rings and we start with McBride and Black. Black mouths off at first and hits McBride with a hard right to the jaw, earning a groan from the crowd and reprimanding from the referee. McBride fires back with a kick to the stomach, a whip into the ropes and a rebounding Clothesline, then a second Clothesline as Black gets up! Black stumbles as he gets up and McBride runs to him, but Black shoots him over his shoulder into the ropes. McBride hits the ropes throat-first and quickly tags in Niobe “Nightmare” Martin to the delight of the crowd. She enters the ring as Black turns around and takes him to the mat with a Dropkick to the temple! She then quickly goes to the top rope and goes for a Corkscrew Moonsault, but McBride rolls out of the way! She tries to land on her feet but loses her balance and falls stomach-first to the mat. Black gets up and tries to take her down with a high knee, but Niobe ducks out of the way. When Black comes back off the rebound, Niobe hits a rotating Spinebuster! The crowd cheers for the flash of quickness and strength, but Black is crawling to his corner before she can capitalize.

Harris: There’s the tag!

West: And now we get to see Christian Kane wrestle instead of ambushing the talent.

Kane hits Niobe with a forearm to her nose as she gets to her feet, knocking her onto her butt. She climbs up and Kane delivers a Facebuster! Niobe holds her nose in pain and slowly climbs to her feet. Kane runs and rebounds off the ropes and comes back toward her for a Scissors Kick, but Niobe avoids it narrowly. She hits a European Uppercut and then a Discus Back Elbow! Kane falls to his back, holding his eye in a mixture of shock and surprise. Niobe runs to her corner and tags McBride back in. McBride enters and hits Kane with a Dropkick to the stomach as he’s getting up! Kane falls to his stomach and McBride lifts him up, going to Irish Whip him toward the corner, but Kane reverses it and sends McBride into the corner twice as hard! McBride falls to his knees as his back connects with the turnbuckles and he cries out in pain. An annoyed, or enraged Christian Kane hits an Enziguiri! McBride rolls onto his back and climbs to the top rope. He stands on the top turnbuckle, smirking at the crowd, shouting “I’M BAD” before hitting a gorgeous Diving Moonsault across McBride’s ribs! He hooks both legs.

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Harris: Was that not the greatest Moonsault ever?

West: It was very, very impressive, but McBride is already up! Christian Kane needs to get his eye on the ball!

Harris: He’s tagging Black back in.

William Black enters the ring and goes to hit McBride with a Suplex as McBride returns to his feet, but McBride counters with a quick shot to the gut followed by a jab and then a reverse hook! The referee berates McBride for the closed fists but John McBride hits the ropes and nails a Spear! Black clutches his ribs in pain and McBride crawls to his corner to Niobe Martin who has her hand out and is already climbing to the top. Black gets up and as he turns around, Niobe sails from the top rope to hit a Dragonrana! She hooks both of his legs.

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West: Christian Kane breaks up the three count!

McBride storms into the ring and tries to grab Kane, but Kane rolls out of the ring and laughs. The referee persuades McBride to go back to his corner. William Black climbs to his feet and Niobe runs to the ropes, hitting a Springboard Hurricanrana! McBride is dizzy, and holding his head in pain as he climbs to his feet. Niobe is on the apron and jumps off, hitting a Springboard Clothesline! Niobe signals for the end to the audience and once more goes out to the top rope-- but Christian Kane begins to creep across the apron. McBride immediately starts to climb into the ring to run across and grab Kane, but the referee grabs McBride and holds him back, yelling for him to go to his corner. Christian Kane then runs across and pushes Martin off the top rope! She lands rough on the apron and Christian Kane calmly walks back to his corner, to boos from the crowd.

Harris: I think we were about to see that move with that dirty, inappropriate name from Niobe!

Niobe and Black are up to their feet around the same time but Niobe looks hurt. Black walks toward her, but he can only get within arms-length before she hits a kick to the gut and then a Sunset Flip, piling herself on top of him with his shoulders pressed firmly to the ground!

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West: Niobe almost pinned Black! That would’ve been an embarrassing debut for Duvall’s newest lackeys.

Harris: Do you like your job? You’d better stop calling them that.

Niobe sighs and rolls onto her back. She looks at her corner and slowly makes her way to it, tagging in McBride... right as Black tags in Kane! Black collapses to the mat after the tag, not even able to exit the ring. Kane hops over the top rope to enter the ring and catches McBride with a Busaiku Knee Kick before McBride knows what hit him! John McBride slowly gets to his feet and turns around into the Super Kick also known as the SSK! Kane covers him.

West: Christian Kane calls that the Super Sexy Kick... And it put John McBride out.

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Nicky Paige: Here are your winners... Christian Kane and William Black!

West: Impressive debut for Christian Kane here...

Harris: Hey!

The crowd cheers when the cameras pan out and show Niobe Martin on the top rope, looking down at William Black who is still on his back on the ring. She hits the Shooting Star Press! Black cries out in agony and holds his ribs, rolling around on the mat. Niobe Martin rolls out of the ring on one side and McBride rolls out on the other. The two make their way backwards up the ramp with Niobe smirking at the two men in the ring. McBride pats her on the shoulder and motions for the two of them to leave.

Harris: What a sore loser!

West: Niobe with the Phantasm Horror and it looks like she could’ve hurt William Black! But if Christian Kane hadn’t gotten involved, that move might’ve put Black away and ended the match!

Kane continues to glare up at McBride and Martin as they leave, but he smirks once they disappear to the back.

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

[Evan De Parker]

Live backstage Hannah Storm is preparing to interview Mr. Dangerous as the cue to go live is signaled, but just as Hannah parts her mouth a commotion in the background brings her attention to the other side. Hannah is puzzled as her face changes to a look of disbelief as she brushes Mr. Dangerous to the side and runs down the corridor. Hannah Storm makes it down the cameraman in tow as the image is shaky but it refocuses to see Young Mannie who is dressed in a suit entering the office of Alexander Duvall being led by Sienna Harrison and another suited Gentleman. Hannah sneaks up closer too see Mr.Duvall furious until Sienna calms him down by explaining herself, Hannah tries to listen into the conversation until the unknown Gentleman notices the door is open and closes it. Hannah stomps as she misses the story and she heads back up the corridor in disappointment.

West: What is going on Dick?

Harris: Who knows but thank the heavens, Young Mannie is back on Meltdown and better yet APW TV. I can’t stand all this useless drama that’s been going on, I need some real entertainment. But I do wonder what this means?

West: I’m guessing Mannie has to answer for his actions of as late, beginning with the rant back last month to the attack on Kash.


Harris: I hope that’s not the reasons, Mannie deserved too air out his grievances with APW and Jason Kash and for him too be punish for that it’s stupid. But who knows expect those are in that office.


West: Speaking of that office, who was that with Mannie going into it? I never have seen him before.


Harris: Who knows but Mannie sure does, Wait the door is opening back up.


Mannie crosses the door first along with the unknown Gentleman as Mannie turns around to shake Mr.Duvall’s hand, Mannie seems to be smiling as Mr.Duvall is reluctantly handing Mannie a sheet of paper. Mannie looks over it along with the unknown Gentleman who agrees to the terms as Mannie signs on it. Mannie & the Gentleman head down the hall way before making a sharp turn and once running into Hannah Storm. Mannie waves for her to come over, as she hurries over and Mannie stands boldly as The Gentleman fixes his collar and suit. Hannah leans over to Mannie obliges by speaking first

Mannie: First off put the camera on my face with a sharp close-up, I am “The Main Attraction” so all attention on me. See I’m back on Meltdown for one reason only, and that’s to do what I do best and that’s wrestle. I am the “Best Athlete Pound for Pound in APW”; to say otherwise is an insult. I bring a unique in-ring style along with a natural undeniable charisma that can’t be stopped. See now I am no longer suspended as to why, Well it’s pretty simple when you have the most valuable talent sitting around it’s only a matter of time until someone wakes up. That someone I’m talking about is Sienna Harrison, She recognizes the talents I have and she believes in me. She is the reason why I am back and why you can now watch APW Meltdown again. So soon after this pay per view, I & Jason will finally finish what we started over a month ago. We will go to war once again but this time, the rules will be thrown out and it will be far from a Mat classic. It’s going to nasty and pure ugly. Something that people will cringe while viewing. Kash you’re a sick son of a bitch but I am just as sick and probably even more. I can’t fricking wait. See Kash I know something you don’t know, See I know it was you also requested and lobbied for me to return but I know it was for your own selfish reasons. Well I am fine with that but I guarantee this, you will have to earn this match and it won’t be easy.


Hannah Storm: Wait, what does that mean?


The Gentleman: What it means Hannah! Is that Kash, You won’t be getting anywhere near Mannie no time soon buddy. And if you try, Haha you know what that means Mannie?


Mannie: I sure do Uncle Charlie!


Uncle Charlie: I will be “Droppin That Fool” Hahaha! Now if you will excuse us, we got a few things to do before leave tonight.


Mannie and Uncle Charlie leave the area as Hannah is still puzzled, the show cuts to a commercial break as the scene fades


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

Paige: The following tag team bout is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of six hundred and five pounds, Buckson Gooch... Mac Bane... THE SONS OF THE SOOOOOOOOUTH!

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

Paige: And their opponents...

What seems like two lightning bolts ignite over the ring and travel across the arena striking either side of the entrance ramp. With contact a huge explosion engulfs the entrance with a blinding white light almost like a portal of heaven had just opened up. AFI's Misseria Cantare begins to serenade the shadow of Michael Lively standing at the top of the ramp with his arms outstretched in the I am JESUS pose.

Paige: Introducing first, from Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds, Michael Lively!

His head tilted sideways with a grin painted on his mug as he welcomes the shower of boo's from the crowd. With an arrogant swagger the man walks down the ramp absorbing the hatred, and flipping the fans off along the way.

West: Hey, look out!

The crowd boos as both Bane and Gooch are struck down from behind with Clotheslines from the large man known as Sabur. Lively grins from the outside. Sabur stomps Gooch and then waits for Bane to climb to his feet, Clotheslining him to the outside! Bane rolls to the foot of the ramp and Lively stomps on him before lifting him up and throwing him into the steel steps.

Harris: Ha, well there's Lively's partner, Sabur! The difference maker!

West: Well, that's not fair! Lively and Sabur are two VERY fresh men. They’ve had about two months to rest, and then they just jumped the Sons of the South! This match shouldn’t continue!

Harris: Well, Buckson Gooch says otherwise, and the referee’s calling for the bell!

Lively grins and takes his position in his corner as the bell rings.

Tag Team
Michael Lively & Sabur vs The Sons of the South


Gooch and Sabur lock up, and Sabur is quick to take advantage with an elbow to the jaw. Gooch stumbles back and Sabur grabs him with both arms, swinging him viciously into the ropes. Gooch rebounds and Sabur tries to take him with with a running body attack, but Gooch stands his ground. Sabur smirks and hits the ropes, coming back for a Clothesline, but Gooch hits a Clothesline of his own. Both men connect-- neither goes down. Sabur looks shocked, but soon smirks again and hits the ropes. Gooch hits the ropes too and both men return. Sabur goes for a Clothesline, but Gooch catches him in a tight Bearhug!

West: Gooch outsmarts Sabur on that exchange, and now Sabur is caught!

Harris: Buckson Gooch puts on a massive bearhug-- we should call it the Grizzly Hug-- but how long can he hold onto Sabur, who’s almost just as big?

Sabur groans in the hold, but is soon able to bell clap Gooch. Gooch loosens the hold and Sabur knees him in the midsection. He swings him into the ropes and when Gooch returns, Sabur goes for a Belly-to-Back Suplex, but Gooch plants his feet once more and nails Sabur with one as well! Sabur is up to his feet again in moments, but runs into a Clothesline followed by a Big Boot! While the referee checks on Sabur, Gooch backs up toward the ropes, waiting for him to get up-- and Lively grabs him by the hair and jumps off the apron, catching the back of Gooch’s neck on the top rope! Gooch falls to his knees and Lively innocently grabs the tag rope again, returning to his corner right before the referee turns.

West: How is this fair?!

Harris: I know, right! Mac Bane is taking his sweet time getting back to his corner! I’d choose a new tag team partner if I were Buckson Gooch.

West: Ugh.

Sabur is able to climb back to his feet right before Gooch does and plant him with a Powerslam. He then pulls him up by the hair and tags in Michael Lively, who hits him with a flurry of kicks to the midsection and then finishes up with a huge Enzuigiri! He covers Gooch.

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Gooch shoves Michael Lively off of him and through the air with authority to the delight of Buffalo!

West: Gooch may not have qualified for the Tag Team Title match at Madison Square Garden tomorrow night, but he might be able to beat a former Undisputed Champion right now!

Michael Lively hammers away at Gooch as he gets up with hard fists and knees to the body, but Gooch shoves him back. Lively rolls over his shoulder and charges at him again, but he is launched overhead with a Back Body Drop! Lively groans in pain and turns around... Right into a Powerbomb! Lively’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he rolls back toward his corner, immediately. He tags in Sabur, right as Gooch makes it across the ring toward his tag team partner, Mac Bane-- but Sabur drags Gooch back with a powerful yank of the ankle. He pulls Gooch to his feet in a front facelock but Buckson Gooch counters Sabur’s onslaught with a Jawbreaker! Sabur lets go of Gooch and takes a shot to the stomach. He turns around, cursing under his breath and makes his way toward Gooch once more, but Gooch hits him in the midsection again and lifts him up for a Powerbomb, walking with Sabur suspended in the air for a moment before planting him on the canvas! He falls into his corner and Mac Bane tags himself in.

Harris: Oh, look. I guess Bane meandered his way to his corner.

West: Yeah. Bane just CHOSE to sprawl out across the bottom half of the steel stairs for three minutes.

Sabur is seated, but not up to his feet yet-- and Bane nails a Dropkick to the jaw that knocks Sabur onto his back! Bane forces him up and hits a Double Underhook Suplex, but keeps the hold locked on and hits a second! He pops his hips and tries to hit Sabur with a third, but Sabur blocks it and hits Bane with a vicious Double Underhook Suplex! Bane groans and climbs to his feet. Sabur hits a Scoop Slam, driving him to the mat. He tags in Lively once more. Sabur lifts Bane up in a half-nelson and Lively nails a Pele Kick right to his head! Bane falls to the mat and Lively hooks both of his legs.

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Mac Bane kicks out just in time and Lively shakes his head, disappointed. He follows Bane as Bane gets up and drives him shoulder-first into the corner. He then stomps away at his ribs and then eventually his legs until Bane sits down in the corner. Lively charges him, taking the sole of his boot to his temple with a running face-wash and then tries to choke him over the bottom rope, but is eventually warned off by the referee. Lively steps back and smirks, waiting for Mac Bane to get up. Bane does and Lively goes for a Super Kick-- but Bane catches it! He pulls Lively toward him by his leg, and then slams him down with an STO! This time it’s him who goes for the pin.

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West: More foul play from Michael Lively’s camp.

Harris: FOUL play?! This is a damn tag team match! It’s legal!

Bane doesn’t take kindly to the interference and runs at Sabur, hitting him with a flying forearm! Gooch enters the ring and both members of the Sons of the South level Sabur with a Double Shoulder Block! The referee starts to count them out but Lively nails a Reverse DDT on Gooch from behind. Bane turns around and the two brawl, trading closed fists as the referee throws his hands up, having lost control. He turns to the timekeeper and signals for him to call for the bell.

West: Did the ref just throw this match out?!

Harris: Um... Looks like it!

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been declared a no contest due to both teams failing to abide by the traditional tag team rules!

Bane gets the upperhand on Lively and hits him with a punch straight to the nose. Lively falls back and Gooch starts to climb to his feet, as well as Sabur. Sabur immediately charges Bane and flattens him with a Clothesline, but Gooch takes Sabur down the moment he turns around with a vicious Mule Kick!

West: RAZORBACK SCRAMBLER!

Harris: AHH! Sabur’s out!

Michael Lively jumps onto Gooch’s back and tries to choke him out in a Sleeper Hold, but Gooch backs into the ropes. Lively falls over the top rope, but lands swiftly on his feet on the apron. He drops down to the floor and glares up at the Sons of the South, shaking his head. He pulls Sabur out of the ring and Sabur has to partially-walk and partially-crawl up the ramp after Lively.

West: Well, the fans here in Buffalo are unsatisfied with this ending and I bet the Sons of the South are too!

Harris: Maybe if they hadn’t lost their tempers, this match would still be going on, and we’d get a winner.

West: Can you blame them? The way this match started was ludicrous!

The crowd chants ”LIVELY SUCKS!” as the duo finally retreat to the back. We fade to black on the irritated faces of the Sons of the South.

*COMMERCIAL*

[Evan De Parker]

The camera cuts to the backstage area where we see Aubrey J. Parker walking through the hallways toward the exit of the arena, speaking on her phone to someone.

AJP: Yeah, Logan. I'm heading out to my car now... yes, I know... I won't stick around. Good luck tonight. Seeya later.

She hangs up the phone and slides it into her purse, stepping through the exit and out to the parking lot. She makes her way through the parking lot and reaches for her keys as she sees her car in the distance, parked a few spots away from several limousines that brought talent to the show.

: Hey... Parker.

AJP: ...Awesome.

Aubrey freezes as she hears the voice. After a second she spins around, but groans in pain as she is kicked in the gut by Christian Kane! Kane laughs as Parker falls, and gets behind her, lifting her into a loose Full Nelson... but tight enough for Kaylyn James Evans to step into the frame and slap Parker once, twice, three... six times! She pulls Parker out of Kane's arms and punches her hard across the face. Aubrey J. Parker falls to her hands and knees and drops her purse, groaning in pain.

KJE: This is what you get. This is what you get, you bitch. And Logan's getting it too, trust me on that.

She runs to Aubrey and kicks her in the ribs. Aubrey groans out again and rolls onto her stomach. Christian Kane lifts her up by her hair and throws guides her over toward the cars... but not Aubrey's car. He throws her into the door of a limousine and then Kaylyn opens it.

KJE: Pick her up.

AJP: Screw you.

Aubrey headbutts Christian with the back of her head as he picks her up. He falls down to one knee and Aubrey brings her foot up and then back, kicking him in the chest. He falls and Aubrey spits in Kaylyn's face! The New York crowd cheers as Aubrey tries to make a break for it, but Christian grabs her leg, and Kaylyn tackles her to the ground! She wipes the spit off of her face and slaps Aubrey again, screaming as she pushes her head into the pavement.

KJE: PICK HER UP!

Christian lifts Aubrey up again and Kaylyn points to the open door of the limo.

KJE: Put her arm in there.

The crowd boos loudly as Kaylyn makes the demand and Christian drags Aubrey over to the door. Kaylyn punches Aubrey in the temple and the forehead at least a half dozen times before she remains still enough for Christian to put her forearm in the door. Kaylyn takes a few steps back, and then with a running start, rams herself into the door as hard as she can. Aubrey screams out in pain and falls to her knees, clutching her bleeding arm. Christian and Kaylyn back away, smirking.

Aubrey is curled up, crying from pain next to the limo and Kaylyn kneels down next to her, whispering into her ear.

KJE: Good luck with those Tag Team Titles, baby... Now I've got a North American Championship to go win.

She laughs and stands up, walking away with Christian Kane. Aubrey continues to groan, swallowing tears of pure agony as the camera fades to black.

West: Somebody has to stop Christian Kane and Kaylyn James Evans. They're doing all of the boss' dirty work! And they had William Black with him until tonight-- but Niobe "Nightmare" put a stop to him. That Phantasm Horror? It may have broken one of his ribs!

Harris: I hope not! We need them here to maintain order!

West: Well, here's a special Christmas surprise-- we're gonna turn the table over to Overdrive's commentary team, Darren Harvey and John Chase!

Harvey: Hey, thanks, Shane! It'll be a pleasure calling the Xtreme Title match here on the Meltdown Super Show.

Chase: I came for the free cocktails.

We return to ringside.

Paige: The following contest is for the Action Packed Wrestling XTREEEEEME CHAMPIONSHIIIIIIIIP!

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.

Paige: Introducing first, the challenger...From New York City! Weighing 275 pounds...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.

Darren Harvey: Smith looks stoked. This match is going to be great!

Paige: And his opponent, from Carson City, Nevada...weighing in at 194 lbs...YOUR XTREME CHAMPION...”THE SENSATIONAL ONE” NICK WATSONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!

"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.

Darren Harvey: There is certainly a buzz about the arena right now, Johnny!

Johnny Chase: Of course there’s a buzz Darren, do you not see who is standing in the middle of that ring?

Xtreme Championship
Nick Watson (c) vs. A.C. Smith

The ref gives the signal to the time keeper, and the bell is rung. Both men circle each other, before Watson decides to stop the dance and launches forward with a stiff right hand. The crowd erupts as he lands another and backs Smith into the ropes. He whips A.C. across the ring, and drops to the mat, as A.C. rebounds. Smith hops over the prone body of Watson, and hits the ropes once again. Watson hops back to his feet, just in time to catch Smith coming off of the ropes once again and flips him over with a textbook hip toss.

A.C. quickly rolls to a kneeling position, only to get caught with a dropkick flush to the face by the Xtreme champion. The impact sends Smith somersaulting backwards and back to a kneeling position as Nick hits the mat and pops right back up. Smith checks his mouth for blood, seemingly surprised by the ferocity of the champ.

Johnny Chase: WOW!

Smith stands back to his feet now, his eyes locked on the Xtreme champ who is across the ring in a readied stance. Nick bursts forward, looking to keep up the attack on Smith, but A.C. quickly sidesteps him and drops him to the mat with a drop toe hold. Smith quickly shifts his body positioning and places Watson in a front face lock. The ref gets down to check on Watson as Smith tightens up the hold.

Darren Harvey: Nice maneuver by Smith there. A good way to slow the champ’s momentum there.

Johnny Chase: Smith better try his hardest to keep him down, cause I’m telling ya, once Watson gets up, he’s gonna kick Smith head square off of his shoulders! These guys are both dangerous though.

Nick, clawing at the mat somehow works himself into a kneeling position. Smith is standing, but crouched over, trying to maintain leverage. Watson twists his body around, and wraps his arms around Smith waist and hoists him into the air, and then he drops him down onto his knee with an atomic drop. Smith stumbles around as Watson bounces off of the ropes , and delivers a flying forearm to the face of Smith. A.C. flops down to the mat, but quickly rolls to a knee and gets back to his feet. Watson is back on his feet also, and he charges back towards A.C. with a lariat. Smith ducks under, and grabs Watson by the arm, hoisting him onto his shoulders. He quickly falls back to the mat, planting the champ with a Samoan drop. Smith then turns over and hooks the leg.

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The champ kicks out at two. It’s going to take much more than that to put him away! A.C. lifts the champ back to his feet and attempts to whip him into a corner turnbuckle. Watson quickly climbs the ropes and does a backflip right over the head of Smith who was rushing in behind him.

Johnny Chase: Nick Watson is going to pull out all the stops tonight. This is only the beginning!

Smith turns around and gets blasted back into the turnbuckle by a well timed dropkick by the champ. Smith is stunned and leaned against the turnbuckle as Nick charges at him again. Just at the very last second, Smith moves out of the way, causing Nick to crash chest first. Nick staggers back, and Smith catches him with an inverted
backbreaker.

Darren Harvey: Beautiful move by A.C. Smith there.

Smith is back on his feet now and he takes a hold of Nick’s right leg. He puts a few boots to the leg, and then he pins it down to the mat, driving a knee right into the leg. Watson howls in pain as Smith stands back up now and tries to turn the champ over to try and lock in some sort of grapevine leg submission.

The crowd is thundering now as both men struggle. Smith, to lock in the hold, and Watson from being put in a really bad spot. Watson gathers enough strength and torques his body with such velocity that the movement sends Smith spiraling down to the mat. Nick rolls into a standing position working his leg free of Smith’s grasp, and grabs a hold of A.C.’s legs now. The crowd is in awe at this reversal of fortune and are on the edge of their seats as the champ is now trying to put Smith in a Figure Four...Smith grabs a hold of Watson’s head however, as he leans in to try and lock in the hold, and rolls the champ up into a pin.

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The champ kicks out at the very last second, which brings about more cheers from the crowd.

Darren Harvey: What a sequence there Johnny! These two are really putting on a show!

Johnny Chase: I thought it was over for sure right there, but somehow Smith managed to weasel his way out of the figure four. It should have been over right there!

Darren Harvey: You gotta work the knee over for the figure four to be effective. I tell you one thing, the champ is getting a whole lot more than he bargained for tonight folks.

Smith is back on his feet first, and delivers a hard axe handle smash to the back of the champ. Watson slams back down to the mat, writhing in pain. He rolls over on his back, grimacing from the shot and the impact of the mat. Smith runs to the ropes and springboards off of them, attempting a body splash. Unfortunately for him, Watson gets his knees up and drives them straight into his midsection as he’s falling.

Johnny Chase: I think I heard Smith’s ribs actually crack.

The impact sends Smith flopping around the mat. Watson lies on the mat for a second, trying to regain his composure and then slowly makes his way back to his feet. He spies Smith on the opposite side of the ring, gradually trying to fight through the pain to regain his footing. Nick gets into an attack crouch, looking ready to pounce on Smith at any second. He motions for Smith to get up, yelling at the man as he struggles to his feet.

Smith finally gets back up to his feet and Watson moves in for the kill. He launches himself into the air and tries to hit Smith with the JUST KIDDING, but Smith manages to catch a hold of his leg, and he uses the momentum of Watson’s move against him, using it to turn Watson over and lock in another front facelock. The fans erupt at this counter, and Smith sits back, locking in the hold.

Johnny Chase: THAT IS ON TIGHT!

Watson is clawing and scratching at the mat, trying to pull himself forward. Smith leans back a little trying to force Watson’s chin into his chest.

Darren Harvey: It’s not looking good here for the champ Johnny! A.C. Smith may just be seconds away from pulling off a victory!

In the ring, Watson is using all of the energy he has to pull his body closer and closer towards the ropes. The ref is in his face, asking him if he wants to quit but Nick adamantly yells no! He is just a few mere inches away from the ropes now, and he seems determined to get to them. He stretches out, and his fingers barely miss them. Seeing how close he is, he gives one last push and takes a hold of the ropes.

Johnny Chase: That’s called knowing where you are at all times. He couldn’t see but knew where he was in the ring. He could still hear and judged his movements off the fans cheers.

Darren Harvey: The crowd is loving this match.

The ref quickly gets up and tells Smith he has to break the hold. He reluctantly breaks the hold, and slams his hands into the mat pumping himself up. Watson is trying his hardest to use the ropes to lift himself back to his feet. Smith gets to a standing position, and sees that Watson is almost back to his feet now. Watson finally pulls himself up, only to turn around and get caught by a boot to the midsection. Smith tries to hit the champ with a modified Big Apple Slame, but Nick pushes him away. Smith spins and bounces chest first into the ropes and staggers back. Watson lifts off of his feet and delivers a jumping knee right to the back of Smith’ head! Smith is sprawled out on the mat, but Watson is winded. After a few seconds to catch his breath, he crawls over to Smith and nudges him over. He then drapes an arm over Smith fir the pin.

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Darren Harvey: If anything, Watson has softened up Smith’s noggin’ for the real Flying Knee.

The fans are on their feet now, whistling, yelling and showing support to both men. They are split right down the middle it seems as chants of “Let’s Go Watson” and “Let’s go Smith” begin to go back and forth across the arena.

Darren Harvey: This match has been fast paced and intense!

Johnny Chase: They have to be, the Xtreme title isn’t for methodical plodders. These guys are laying it all on the line!


Both men have staggered back to their feet. Watson ducks the clothesline attempt from A.C. and catches a hold of him, snatching him down and driving him into the mat with a rolling facebuster. Smith bounces up off the mat in pain and ends up rolling right out of the ring.

Darren Harvey: He’s got reflexes like a cat, that’s why his friends call him whiskers!

Johnny Chase: Are you serious, Darren?

Nick Watson is in the ring, shaking the cobwebs out. He’s bought himself some time and he’s using it wisely. He kneels in the ring, as the ref starts his count on Smith. At around the count of six, Smith is back to his feet. He turns towards the ring, and is met with a baseball slide to the face that sends him flying into the barricade. Watson slides out of the ring and lands a few hard shots before grabbing a hold of A.C.s’ hair and sliding him back into the ring.

Watson goes to leap up on the apron but falls back down to the mat. The camera man gets a better angle and it seems that Nick Watson has his foot stuck in Buckson Gooch’s bucket. He twists the bucket and it releases easily.

Darren Harvey: That fans, is the ring crew not taking care of the ring.

Johnny Chase; That accident may have just bought some time for A.C. Smith.

Nick gets back to his feet and rolls into the ring. A.C. Smith is standing. Nick slowly stands to his feet and puts his fists up ready to fight. A.C. nods at him and puts his fists up...and they begin to circle. The crowd is being worked into a frenzy.

Darren Harvey: THEY’RE EXCHANGING BLOWS!!!!!

They are firing on all cylanders, they realize the end is near and there can only be one winner..Smith lands a hard left hook that dazes Watson momentarily...Smith grabs Watson by the hand and sends him into the ropes...BIG APPLE SLAME!!!! COVER!

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Paige:: The winner of this match...and NEW XTREME CHAMPION.....A.C. SMITH!

West: Hey-- we're back on the air! And look! He did it! My God, Smith did it! He's the new APW Xtreme Champion!

Harris: I might... Vomit...

We fade to black as A.C. Smith celebrates with fans at ringside.

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

[Evan De Parker]

”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: Introducing, from Pinar del Río, Cuba, 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! Then 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. Slade Craven is with him! The arena on their feet, cheering.

Nicky Paige: And his opponent from Denton, Texas, being accompanied to the ring by Slade “The Main Man” Craven. Standing at six foot eleven, weighing in at two hundred and ninety nine pounds, Shadow!

He wears his leather duster and an AKA shirt as he 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. Slade heads around the opposite side doing the same. 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. Slade remains at ringside while Shadow turns to Delikado with a grin.

Match 7
Grudge Match
Shadow vs. Delikado

DING DING DING

Delikado grabs the referee in a panic and immediately hides behind him as Shadow approaches his opponent. The fans boo as Shadow waits for Delikado to finally man up. It takes a moment. The referee begins to argue with Delikado and finally steps aside just as Shadow mows through Delikado with a big clotheline. The fans come to life!

Shane West: What an opening shot from Shadow!

Dick Harris: How can Shadow so that? Delikado was just trying to go over the rules of the match and Shadow interfered. Referee, disqualify him!

Inside the ring Shadow grabs a rising Delikado and launches him into the corner. Delikado tries to battle back but Shadow just slides in with an elbow to the side of the head. Shadow does not let up, he continues to hammer away at the Cuban with several more hard shots. Shadow seizes Delikado’s arm and whips him clear across the ring. Delikado hits the corner and drops to his stomach in pain. Shadow goes to charge in but Delikado rolls out. The cheering fans begin to boo as Delikado stands outside the ring pointing at Shadow and clutching his back.

West: Delikado needs to get back in the ring and stop clowning around.

Harris: Shadow is just a violent monster, even after all this time you can’t see that?

Shadow and Delikado trade insults the latter remains at ringside. He begins to back away from the ring while the referee starts his ten count. The corwd starts chanting.

Deli Sucks! Deli Sucks!

The Bawse turns to the crowd and screams at them to shut up while the count continues. He spins back around and comes face to face with Slade Craven! The fans begin to cheer as Delikado stumbles back into the barricade. Craven never lays his hands on him though. Instead Slade just points to the sky. Delikado looks up as Craven drops flat and Shadow baseballs slides beneath the bottom rope and kicks Delikado right in the jaw! The fans continue screaming in approval.

Harris: Interference! That was interference!

West: Slade didn’t hit him though.

Harris: Earlier tonight you said you didn’t like them!

West: They’ve grown on me.

The referee restarts the ten count as Shadow reaches down and grabs Delikado, he pulls the Cuban to his feet and lifts him over his shoulder. The fans are screaming as Shadow points to the left ring post then he points to the stairs. The fans cheer louder and Shadow charges the stairs but Delikado wriggles free and down Shadow’s back. He shoves the big guy forward knee first into the stairs! Boos fill the arena as Delikado stands up happily. He rolls back into the ring while the ten count continues.

Harris: What a beautiful plan. It’s working perfectly.

West: Come on Shadow!

The referee reaches a five count as Delikado stands happily facing the entryway waiting for the ring bell. Shadow pulls himself under the bottom rope. Shadow starts to pull himself up but Delikado is there putting the boots to the big man. He keeps Shadow on the ground and continues to stomp away at him. Shadow struggles grabbing the ropes trying to get off the mat while Delikado keeps kicking him the fans begin chanting for Shadow as Delikado bounces off the ropes and comes back with a drop kick to the knee, Shadow takes a face plant right to the center of the ring before he can stand. Delikado rolls Shadow over and hits quick splash. He goes for the cover.

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Shadow shoves Delkiado off!

Delikado grabs Shadow as the big man tries to get back up. He goes for a Belly to Belly, but Delikado can’t lift Shadow. Delikado tries again! Shadow drives and elbow down into his opponent’s shoulder breaking the hold. The Shadow delivers a quick throat thrust forcing Delikado to stumble back into the ropes. On the return Shadow seizes the Cuban and hits a big spinebuster!

Harris: Again Shadow cheats! How can the referee allow such atrocities?

Shadow bounces off the ropes and delivers an elbow drop to the sternum. He goes for the cover.

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Shadow sits up with a smile. He doesn’t seem bothered that the match continues. Delikado starts to roll away but Shadow just clubs him hard in the stomach. Then he pulls Delikado back to the center of the ring and delivers a one handed choke. Finally the referee intercedes. He demands Shadow break the illegal hold!

Harris: That’s it ref! Get him!

West: Will you shut up and actually call the match? Why don’t you talk about the moves Delikado’s been doing than complaining about Shadow?!

Harris: No one needs to talk about Delikado the man is a BAWSE! Nothing more needs to be said!

Shadow breaks the hold at four. Delikado rolls away clutching his throat in pain. He kicks the mat as Shadow stands up and just smiles at the referee before he soccer kicks Delikado in the stomach sending the smaller Cuban sailing into the bottom rope. Fans are cheering for Shadow as he approaches, reaches down but Delikado fights back, raking the eyes! He gets up quickly and grabs Shadow and hits a double arm DDT!

Harris: Deli-Kado! There, I called a move. Now let’s talk about the BAWSE!

West: Please be silent.

Delikado goes for the cover.

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The referee see the rope break and stops the counter. Delikado is not pleased. He continues to argue with the referee demanding him to count the three. Delikado spins and goes for the Last Call to Cuba! But a rising Shadow catches his foot! Suddenly Delikado leaps up and Enziguri Shadow in the side of the head. The fans abrupt cheers turn to boos of disbelief as Delikado grins with satisfaction as he rolls Shadow over center of the ring.

West: It looks like Shadow is out cold!

Harris: He has a glass jaw. Look at what happened on the last Overdrive of the year. Shadow can’t beat the BAWSE!

The referee drops to make the count.

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Th-Shadow kicks out at the last second! The cans come back to life.

Sha-Dow! Sha-Dow! Sha-Dow! Sha-Dow!

Shadow shakes his head trying to wake up as Delikado goes back to arguing with the referee. He turns and kicks Shadow in the side of the head once more and demands the referee raise his hand and announce him the winner.

West: What is Delikado doing?

Harris: He won already!

West: What are you talking about? Whoa!

Suddenly Delikado decks the referee! The fans turn uglier than before. They jeer at Delikado who turns and drives his knee into Shadow’s face keeping the big man on the mat.

West: That punch should get him disqualified.

Harris: You can disqualify someone who already won Shane.

West: What is Delikado doing?

Delikado leaps out of the ring and rushes to the announcers table. Inside the ring Shadow is starting to stir. Slade Craven urges him to wake up from ringside! The fans begin chanting for Shadow again as Delikado slides back into the ring.

West: He’s got-

Harris: ...the celebratory champagne bottle! I told you he won!

As Shadow staggers back to his feet Delikado screams “LIKE A BAWSE” and smashes Shadow in the back of the head with the bottle. It bursts in a huge explosion of carbonation! Shadow drops like a rock as Delikado stands up triumphantly. The fans are near rioting as Delikado kicks Shadow onto his back. Shadow rolls right over the glass without noticing. He must be unconscious. Delikado places a foot on the big man’s chest. He looks around but the referee is still down! Delikado walks over and shakes the referee but to no avail.

Harris: We need to get another official down here stat!

West: Delikado has this won!

Suddenly another referee comes running down the ramp.

Delikado drops down and hooks Shadow’s leg as the second referee slides inside. Shadow is still not moving. The new referee counts...

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West: Shadow kicked out Shadow kicked out!

Harris: How did he do that?!

West: That was pure instinct Harris.

Shadow lays there motionless as Delikado gets up and belligerently bashes the referee across the face with several punches. He grabs the second referee and hurls him over the top rope. Delikado is livid. He cannot believe the match is still continuing. He starts to pull Shadow up from behind.

Harris: Delikado is going for the Koji Clutch!

Shadow swings an elbow breaking the hold. He spins around as Delikado charges but Shadow counters with a quick chokeslam both men are down!

West: The referee is still down no one is moving!

The fans are cheering for Shadow begging him to get back up as Slade Craven slides under the bottom rope. He’s had enough Delikado grabs the bottom rope. He starts to pull himself up.

Harris; Someone get out here quick. Slade's about to help Shadow steal this match!

West: Craven is calling for the Cliq Kick.

Craven stalks Delikado, he stomps the mat as Delikado pulls himself up facing the corner. Craven is behind him. The Craven kicks with his left foot!

West and Harris simultaneously: WHAT?

Shadow drops to the mat as the fans begin to storm the barricades. The Security teams have a tough time holding them back. Slade stands over Shadow with a sick smile on his face. Then he drops to his back and rolls out. Delikado turns and see Shadow laying on the mat he dives for the cover as the referee is crawling back to life.

West: Slade just Cliq Kicked Shadow!

Harris: Delikado with the cover.

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DING DING DING

Nicky Paige: Here is your winner: Delikado!

The fans are not happy as Slade stands at ringside while Delikado’s music plays. The Bawse stands victoriously over his opponent as Slade slides in with a microphone. Delikado is shocked to see Slade. He takes a step back as Craven raises the microphone to his lips. He says monotonously.

Slade: Get out!

Delikado ducks out of the ring as Slade stands over Shadow.

Slade: Sure you’re all wondering why, you know why. You brought this on yourself ALL OF YOU!

He points to the crowd.

Slade: I gave EVERYTHING for all of you and what did you do? You abandoned me! On Asylum I meant it when I smashed Yarmouth in the face. I heard the cheers when the referee announced me the winner; half assed at best. Then Yarmouth came down. You people love him more than me, just like you love Shadow.

Craven kicks his downed former tag partner. The crowd is pissed.

Slade: I did everything for you, I came back to APW when you asked me to, I agreed to split the AKA, I did it all so YOU could go off and make me the joke. Ever since coming back I’ve talked about earning your place in APW and what did you do? You came to this shit show and beat up the mediocre. You were better than that and you got yourself a name by taking the easy way! I fought hard on Overdrive only to be cast aside.

The crowd starts chanting:
CRY BABY CRAVEN! CRY BABY CRAVEN!

Slade: SHUT UP!

He turns to them in disgust.

Slade: Ever since the AKA went their separate ways I’ve had to listen to everyone commenting on how you stepped out of MY SHADOW. You left me behind. I was your brother, your blood your friend and you cast me aside to be a garbage man. Well you always were trash. You thought you could eclipse me with your shadow huh? Guess what?

Shadow blinks as Slade raises the microphone high and tilts his head back.

Slade: You wanted to bury me under your shadow all year long? Now you fall in MINE!

Slade smashes Shadow in the forehead with the microphone feedback screeches from the speakers then static as the metal handle bends and the mouth piece shatters. Shadow is bleeding. The fans are booing. Slade stand over the big man in the ring as suddenly Godsmacks Moonbaby begins to play. Craven steps over his fallen former friend and exits the ring and walks up the stage without a word. The cameras fade away.

West: Lord...

Harris: Things stay crazy here, do they not?

We cut to the backstage area where Alexander Duvall and Sienna Harrison are once again seated backstage in Duvall's office. Duvall is rubbing his eyes, groaning, before he turns to Sienna again.

Duvall: And are we CERTAIN bringing Mannie back is a good idea?

Sienna: Yes. Why are you questioning me so much tonight? It's good for business.

Duvall: HOW?!

Sienna: We're paying him anyway. Why waste the money? Why have him against us when... When we could have him on our side, Alexander?

She touches his hand and smiles up at him, holding it softly in hers.

Sienna: Why keep letting everybody make fun of him-- and us-- and MELTDOWN when we can work together and turn him into the main attraction? To spit in all their faces? To show them that we can do it? We can turn him into a star, Alexander...

We can be stars.

She continues to smile at him and Duvall narrows his eyes. He looks away, in deep consideration. He doesn't quite answer her, but Sienna releases his hand and leans back on the couch, looking at him with a small smirk before we fade away.

The scene cuts backstage where Cindy Shannon is standing with The Finnish Phenom, Tuhoa Valo.

Cindy Shannon
Ladies and…

Valo rips the microphone away from Paige, and she flees the scene, feeling threatened. With intensity in his eyes, Tuhoa Valo looks straight into the camera.

The Finnish Phenom
There’s no need for an introduction! By now, I don’t need one! But what I do need, is around the waist of Logan Alexander! Tonight, I take what is rightfully mine! Tonight, I silence the critics, and start a revolution! Tonight, Tuhoa Valo makes history!

I…MAKE…HISTORY!

And make no mistake about it, this piece of wrestling history will be groundbreaking! You see, I have a magnitude of things on my agenda. But the most important being this…

…when it’s all said and done, they’ll call me the greatest mastermind to ever lace up a pair of boots!

So Donny, Amy, Kaylyn, and Logan… Give it your best shot, come at me with all you’ve got! But at the end of the day, it’s not going to matter! Because like I said earlier this week, this match, it’s meant for Tuhoa Valo to win, and no one else! It’s my god-given RIGHT to win this match tonight, and I’ll be God damned if ANY of you stand in between myself and the North American Championship!

…either stay out of my way, or I will end your careers.

I’m Tuhoa Valo, and I am your NEXT APW North American Champion!

We fade away.

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

[Evan De Parker]

Paige: The following contest is our MAAAAIN EVENT and it is a five-pack challenge for the APW North American Championshiiiiiiip!

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

West: And there he is-- the Finnish Phenom, Tuhoa Valo. Many are calling him the odds-on favorite to win this thing.

Harris: And those 'many' are bright. Look at this guy! He's got the brains-- the strength-- he's the full package.

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

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

West: And here comes the fan-favorite in this match, Amy Zing!

Harris: Mmmm... Yes... Here comes all of Amy Zing. Is it hot in here?

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

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

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.

West: Amy Zing beat Logan Alexander to earn a spot in this match last week. Originally, this was going to be a Fatal-4-Way match!

Harris: She beat him by disqualification, Shane-O. I'm not impressed yet. The only people who SHOULD be in this match are Kaylyn and Valo. I don't even think Logan should be involved.

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.

West: And here comes one of the two men in this match that will be fighting for the APW Tag Team Championships tomorrow... "D-Day" Donald Deruty!

Harris: More like "Losing Streak" Donald Deruty. What's he done that's so special?

West: Hah-- captured the hearts of our audience?

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, awaiting the final two opponents.

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

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

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

Harris: YES! Here she comes, Shane-O! The Perfect Ten herself!

West: It doesn't seem like Buffalo, New York is as excited as you are...

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

West: And now we're only waiting for one person... The North American Champion, Logan Alexander-- and after what Christian Kane and Kaylyn James Evans did to his partner, Aubrey J. Parker earlier tonight, I know he's ready for a fight.

The lights dim down and “Reach for the Stars” begins to play through the arena PA system. Several multi coloured lights begin to play back and forth in front of the entryway at the top of the ramp. Just before the vocals of the song begin, all of the lights focus on the entryway turning their combined light white. After a moment’s pause, there’s no Logan Alexander… the song continues to play without him appearing.

West: And… where is the champion?

Harris: He got smart and left early Shane!

The four competitors are all staring at the entryway, awaiting Logan’s arrival, and as a result none of them spot someone jumping the ringside barricade in a dark hoodie and moving over to the ring.

West: Wait! We’ve got someone over here by ringside!

Harris: What? Security!

The crowd is buzzing as some of them have caught sight of this person, who reaches into the ring grabbing hold of Evans and pulling her feet out from under her dropping her face first onto the mat, and then drags her out of the ring. The arena lights come up and everyone sees the fifth person, dressed in a black ‘Jason Kash is Money in the Bank’ hoodie, at ringside as they level Evans with a short clothesline on the floor. The person reaches up and pulls back the hood and the crowd erupts in cheers as Logan Alexander looks around at the crowd.

West: Oh he’s shown up for a fight here!

Harris: Cheater! Sneak attacking a defenseless woman like that!

West: Some might call this comeuppance.

Inside the ring, Valo rushes into action, charging across the ring and leveling Zing with a big kick to the side of her head while she was distracted. Deruty is quick to move in and as Valo turns around, Deruty connects with a spinning heel kick. The ref turns and signals for the bell. Outside the ring, Logan pulls Evans to her feet. She hits a couple of shots to the midsection sending him back a step, but he retaliates with a snap superkick that knocks her down. In the ring Deruty pulls Valo up for a reverse neckbreaker, sending him back to the mat. Deruty climbs to his feet and measures for a pair of standing elbow drops while Logan picks Evans up and whips her into the ring steps, dislodging them from the corner of the ring.

West: We’ve got action inside and outside the ring. Deruty and Logan are currently in control.

Harris: It can’t last. It won’t!

Deruty stands, pulling Valo up into a front face lock looking for a DDT, but he gets hit with a crescent kick from Zing. Deruty falls backwards, pulling Valo down with a DDT in the process. Zing follows with a standing moonsault on Deruty. She then moves over to Valo and starts laying into him with mounted forearm shots as he tries to cover up. Logan stomps on Evans where she had fallen outside. He picks her up off the floor and lifts her with a waistlock. She delivers a shot to the side of his head, staging him slightly, but he charges forward and runs her back first into the ring post, drawing out a cry of pain. Zing stops and looks over, allowing Valo to shove her off and roll away. Logan turns and hit an inverted atomic drop then stands and follows with a reverse Russian legsweep on Evans. Valo and Zing get back to their feet, and Zing seizes the advantage running in and monkey flipping Valo onto Deruty. She runs to the far ropes and comes back into a handspring aiming an elbow drop at Valo and Deruty… but the both roll out of the way.

West: Amy had a chance to take control, but she’s lost her momentum as Valo and Deruty both manage to evade.

All three get to their feet in the ring, while Logan pulls Evans back up and whips her against the ring apron and then the ringside barricade. Zing goes for a roundhouse kick on the first person she spots, Deruty but he ducks under it. Valo catches him in a rear waistlock, seemingly attempting a German suplex. Deruty blocks and manages a standing switch then quickly brings his arms up to lock in a full nelson, but Valo fights him. Zing turns and measures them for a moment, then springs forward with the Fenghuang Kick! Valo drops to a seated position, slipping out of Deruty’s grasp and avoiding Zing’s kick, which then nails Deruty and sends him stumbling back into the ropes and out of the ring. Logan rolls Evans in under the bottom rope while Zing turns and gets taken down by Valo with a drop toehold. She drops across the middle rope. Valo gets up and quickly follows with an axe handle blow across Zing’s back before she gets up. He picks her up in an inverted front face lock.

Harris: Valo’s gonna end it here!

West: He’d better watch out. Logan’s getting back in the ring.

Valo twists around with Zing connecting with Commence Destruction! Zing rolls into the ropes after landing. Valo gets up and pulls her back towards the middle of the ring, only for Logan to catch him off guard with a rear waistlock and a release German suplex. Logan gets to his feet and Valo follows suit a couple of moments later. Logan charges forward, nailing Valo with a spear that knocks him to the mat and out of the ring to the floor. Logan turns and is hit with a running front kick by Evans, knocking Logan to the mat.

Harris: Yes! The Perfect Ten is back!

Logan rolls to a kneeling position and starts to get back up, but Evans runs in and hits a shining wizard as he gets to one knee, knocking him back down. She stands and glances around. Valo’s dazed on the floor. Deruty’s using the ringsteps to get back to his feet after the fall he’d taken. Zing had rolled onto the ring apron to catch her breath. Evans turns her attention back to Logan as he was starting to get back up. She backs up and measures Logan. Once he gets to his feet, Evans charges forward for a spear, but Logan sees it coming and leapfrogs over her. Evans skids to a halt before hitting the turnbuckles and turns around. Logan ducks down and lifts Evans up into a fireman’s carry and wastes no time dropping her with a Death Valley driver.

West: Chaotic Finale! And it looks like everyone else is down!

Harris: No, no, no! He can’t get away with this! Someone has to stop him!

Logan looks around at his other downed opponents as he covers Evans. The referee drops down beside them. Deruty’s on his feet, but is on the wrong side of the ring.

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West: Logan’s done it! He’s retained the North American championship!

Harris: It… it wasn’t supposed to happen like that…

Logan rolls to a kneeling position and the referee comes over and raises his hand as the crowd cheers.

Paige: Here is your winner... And STILL APW North American Champ…

Duvall: STOP. NO. STOP IT.

The referee is in the midst of raising Logan's hand when Alexander Duvall emerges from backstage at the top of the stage, Sienna Harrison at his side, shaking with rage.

Duvall: That was a travesty. Excuse me... Referee... What's your name-- Daniels? Yeah, you're fired. All the competitors weren't even in the ring, you bloody idiot! What kind of business do you think we're running here?

Immediately, a new referee comes to the ring to replace the distraught, dismayed-- and newly fired one that is making his way up the ramp.

Harris: It's true! This match shouldn't have started!

West: You know as well as I do that no matter what, Duvall and Harrison would've found a way to stick their nose in this.

Harris: WHERE'S your faith?

Duvall closes his eyes and merely sighs at the "YOU SUCK!" chants directed his way.

Duvall: So in the fairness of the North American Championship... In the fairness of Kaylyn James Evans...

Duvall gestures down to ringside where KJE seems barely conscious, lying with her back to the steel steps.

Duvall: And for the good of the business, we're going to do what everybody here wants! We're gonna restart this North American Title match... RIGHT NOW! Have at it, ladies and gents.

Duvall holds the microphone in front of Sienna, who smirks devilishly down the ring at Logan who glares right back up at her from the center.

Sienna: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand... Go.

5 Pack Challenge
North American Championship
Logan Alexander (c) vs "The Finnish Phenom" Tuhoa Valo vs Kaylyn James Evans vs Donald Deruty vs Amy Zing

With the bell ringing again, the crowd can merely boo as Logan is struck down from behind by Tuhoa Valo. Valo stomps away at the champion and Deruty catches Zing with a Clothesline on the other side. Valo nails a Fisherman's Suplex on Logan and quickly goes to lock in a Sleeper Hold while Logan struggles to remain free from his grip.

Harris: He’s gonna make the champ pass out! SERVES HIM RIGHT!

Meanwhile, Deruty catches Zing with an uppercut and a Snap DDT! She's back up to her feet in seconds and Deruty whips her across the ring, catching her with a low Dropkick upon the rebound. He goes out to the apron and climbs to the top, sailing off to hit a Diving Clothesline as she gets back to her feet. Zing rolls out of the ring to catch a breather, avoiding Deruty who tries to collect her for a pin.

Harris: What is this? Now Zing’s running away?

West: Buying herself some time, Dick-- it’s important when you have four opponents and one of them is the North American Champion. Besides, I don’t think she ever completely recovered from Valo’s ‘Commence Destruction’ from earlier in the match.

On the other side of the ring, Logan finally slips out of the Sleeper attempt. He captures Valo with a Back Suplex but is taken down with a Running Elbow Smash by Deruty! Deruty looks down at the two fallen men but remembers Zing! He turns around, but is unable to catch her as she comes from the top rope with a Flying Cross Body! She makes the first official cover of the match!

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Zing doesn't waste time showing frustration, but blasts Deruty with a hook kick to the base of the neck as he gets up. She then measures Logan, who is climbing to his feet and hits him with a Monkey Flip! She stalks Valo with the intention of doing the same, but the moment he turns, he charges her and hits a running Lariat! Amy rolls onto her back in pain and Valo hoists her up, nailing a Vertical Suplex! He raises his arm to the crowd, demanding acknowledgment but only receives boos in response. With a disapproving shake of his head, he starts to pull Logan up again-- but Logan Alexander counters into a Small Package!

Harris: HE'S GONNA STEAL IT AGAIN!

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THR--

West: Deruty with the save!

At the last second, Donald Deruty sails across the ring and breaks up the pin. He and Logan fight to their feet and Deruty hits a hard knee to the gut, then goes for a Neckbreaker, but Logan maneuvers out of it and hits Donald with a Swinging Neckbreaker of his own! Donald is slower to get up than the champion and Logan sets him up for the Stryke Force, but Deruty shoves Logan forward, right into a high Dropkick from Zing! Logan hits the mat hard and Zing attempts to catch Deruty with a Hurricanrana, but Deruty maintains balance and swings Amy Zing back-first into the turnbuckles! Valo catches Deruty with a Russian Leg Sweep from behind and gets up to turn his attention to Logan Alexander-- but Logan catches him out of nowhere with Stryke Force!

West: The cutter! Valo’s head just got spiked into the mat!

He pins Valo and hooks the far leg.

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The crowd boos as Kaylyn James Evans breaks up the pin. Logan gets back up and KJE is fast to hit a Spinning Wheel Kick! Logan drops and KJE does the same thing to Deruty! She stalks Amy Zing and stays behind her as she gets up, hitting a Bulldog! Zing climbs to her feet and blocks a lariat attempt, whipping Evans into the ropes and nailing a Flapjack! Kaylyn holds her nose and starts to get up, but Amy Zing nails a Tornado DDT! She pins Kaylyn’s near leg.

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Harris: I don’t know what to do. My heart is-- I’m gonna collapse. This is too much. AMY ZING almost won our North American Title. Would the world have imploded?

West: I don’t understand why you have such a problem with Amy Zing.

Harris: I have no problem with the way Amy Zing LOOKS but-- ba-- GAH-- LOOK WHAT SHE’S DOING TO KAYLYN! This is malicious!

Amy Zing stomps at Kaylyn and then whips her into the corner. She points to her and the crowd comes alive, sensing what’s next.

West: We might be looking forward to some NIHAO Evans!

Amy charges Kaylyn in the corner and swings herself up into a handstand on the ropes and goes to drive her knees into her chest to complete the maneuver-- but Kaylyn grabs her legs and slams her to the ground. She catapults Amy into the corner and nails a Tilt-A-Whirl Backbreaker afterward. She pins her.

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Kaylyn is immediately pulled up and off of Amy in a front facelock by Donald Deruty, who nails a Snap Suplex! He scoops her up again, positioning her for a German Suplex... And Logan Alexander grabs Deruty from behind, positioning him for one as well! Kaylyn delivers a Low Blow to Deruty, who goes limp in Logan’s arms! Kaylyn rolls away from Deruty-- right as Valo grabs Logan from behind in a rear waist-lock, hitting a German Suplex! Logan is drilled viciously into the mat and Deruty is knocked out of the ring entirely, falling to the floor outside of the ring! With Logan on his hands and knees, Zing climbs to her feet and runs, using him as a catapult to leap over the top rope and take Deruty down with a Corkscrew Cross Body!

West: Amy Zing throwing caution to the wind to take our Deruty!

Harris: But WHY? That’s stupid! She almost took herself out!

West: And look-- Valo’s gonna put away the champ!

Valo catches Logan from behind and tries to hit the Commence Destruction, but is suddenly caught off guard with a Running Calf Kick from KJE! Valo falls to the ground in pain, holding onto his nose, but KJE turns her attention to Logan again. She waits for him to get up and then charges, hitting a Running Front Kick. Logan’s head snaps back from the maneuver, and KJE runs to Valo, doing the same thing, catching him in the jaw. Valo falls out of the ropes, landing on the apron.

Harris: Kaylyn’s in control! Ohmygod, could we have our first PERFECT champion everrr?

West: Give. Me. A break.

Kaylyn stalks Logan until he climbs back to his feet, but the crowd grows loud. Kaylyn looks around, confused as to why they’re cheering and then turns around in time to see Amy Zing perched on the top rope! The crowd roars as Amy leaps off for a Missile Dropkick, and connects, catching KJE with a Missile Dropkick! Kaylyn crashes to the mat and Amy signals for the end, stalking Logan.

Harris: She’s gonna hit Logan with the Fenghuang Kick!

Logan groggily gets to his feet, but Amy turns at the last second as Tuhoa Valo slides back into the ring. She twists around and blasts him with the Fenghuang Kick instead! Valo tries to get his hands up and blocks it, but can’t entirely deflect the maneuver. He stumbles and falls to his back. Amy gets up and turns back to Logan--

West: STRYKE FORCE!

Logan spikes Amy’s head into the canvas and covers her, hooking both legs and leaning deep into the pin.

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Deruty dives, but is once again, barely too late in breaking up the count.

The bell rings and the crowd roars as Logan rolls out of the ring, followed shortly by the referee, who raises Logan’s hand in victory.

Paige: Your winner and STILL the APW North American Champion... Logan Alexander!

West: He did it! Again!

Harris: I’m pissed. Do you-- HOW are you failing to see this obstruction of justice?

Logan makes his way through the crowd, wasting no time gloating as Christian Kane makes his way down from the back, apparently already considering going after Logan. Logan winks at Christian as he makes his way through the crowd and an enraged Christian Kane checks on Kaylyn James Evans.

Back in the ring, Valo looks at the fallen Amy Zing at his feet, and then at Donald Deruty who is about to exit the ring. Valo lets out a cry of anger and charges Deruty, pulling him back into the ring. He hooks Deruty and drills him into the mat with Commence Destruction! The crowd boos loudly and the “Finnish Phenom” glares down at Deruty for a moment and then yells out in anger again.

He shoots a look at the ref, but the referee makes his way up the ramp, running.

West: Valo has snapped!

Buffalo continues to boo Valo as he stands on the ring apron, glaring at Christian Kane and KJE who are looking up at him with an indistinguishable gaze. Valo rolls his eyes and hops down to the floor, glaring at the fans on either side of him as he trudges up the ramp. He mouths “soon” to all of them, motioning that the belt will be around his waist soon.

West: That’s it for tonight, folks. Hopefully Christmas Chaos starts off for Donald Deruty better than tonight ended for him. We kick things off with the Meltdown-endorsed Tag Team Title match! Logan Alexander’s in that-- but what condition is he in after tonight? What about Aubrey J. Parker, who was assaulted earlier tonight?

Harris: Talk about Tuhoa Valo, damnit! 2013 is his year! 2013 is the year of the Phenom! Logan can’t run forever!

West: Happy holidays, and Happy New Year’s from Meltdown! See you tomorrow night in Madison Square Garden for Christmas Chaos... LIVE!

We fade to black as Tuhoa Valo disappears into the back, leaving Donald Deruty and Amy Zing down in the ring, and KJE and Christian Kane looking on, curiously from ringside.


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