CHRISTMAS CHAOS 2012

[President Jeff]

Christmas Chaos 2012 begins with a intro video



As the intro video ends, Pyro shoots from the stage. The Christmas music continues as the camera pans through the New York crowd before stopping on the commentators.

Harvey: Welcome everyone to the last show of the year. Welcome everyone to CHRISTMAS CHAOS!!

Chase: I am Johnny Chase, along side me is Darren Harvey and what a show we have in store.

Harvey: We have tons of matches and none of them are set to disappoint.

Chase: We have Kurt Noble and Chris Hart finally going one on one. Along with our main event between Terry Marvin and Biggs.

Harvey: And lets not forget about Level One taking on CJ Gates in a number one contenders match for the Undisputed Title. But, Lets switch it to Russ T Nailz and Steve Beckett to run down some of the Asylum matches.

Nailz: Thanks Darren. I’m Russ T Nailz along side me is Steve Beckett .

Beckett: Merry Christmas everyone. I‘m excited for tonight. We have a Gauntlet match for the Tap Out Championship also, a three way match for the Suicidal Championship.

Nailz: Plus a match that a year ago, no one would have ever expect, and that’s for the World Heavyweight Title, Sally Talfourd takes on Phil Atkens.

Beckett: Also, the Tag Team Title tournament comes to an end as we will crown new tag team champions

Nailz: Speaking of witch, that match is about to start.

Harvey: In return for Shane West and Dick Harris allowing us to call the Xtreme Title match on the Meltdown Super Show last night...

Chase: Ugh, we’re gonna let those jerkwads call the Tag Team Title match?

Harvey: Yep!

West: Haha, thanks, Harv.

Chase: You guys are lucky.

Whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
"It's yours!"

The chorus and intro to “The World Is Yours” blares open through the speakers of the complex as the cheers are for the arrival of “The Dying Breed”. The three young, aspiring talents come from the back, spotlight focused on them as they walk with style and grace while slapping the hands of their adored fans. Those of the haters are ignored as the three make their way towards the ring.

Tony: The following contest is the finals of the Action Packed Wrestling TAAAAAAG TEEEEAAAAM CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT and it is a Falls Count Anywhere, Triple Threat Tag Team Match!

The crowd roars at the announcement.

Tony: Introducing first, on their way to the ring, at a combined weight of four hundred and thirty pounds, the team of Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins... THE DYYYYYYING BREEEEEEEED!

As the introduction ceases, the men climb and roll into the ring as it’s a a simple wave to the crowd before going to each corner of the ring, standing on the second turnbuckle, with their arms in the air. They look around before dropping down simultaneously. They come together back to the center of the ring, ready to take care of business. Krunk bumps fists with his comrades and rolls out of the ring, returning to the backstage area.

Tony: And their opponents...

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

CAN

YOU

HEAR

ME

NOW!?!

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

CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW!?!

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

Tony: Introducing, from Richmond, Virginia, weighing in at one hundred and ninety-seven pounds, Action Packed Wrestling's own Silver Lining, he is ROY SPEEEEDE!

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

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

Paige: Introducing his tag team partner, from New York City, New York, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, "D-Day" DONALD DERRRUUUUTTTYYY!

West: And here are two young guys that many people are expecting to surprise a lot of folk here tonight-- they're expecting these guys to walk out of here with the Tag Team Championships.

Harris: With their attitudes, they might. On one hand, they're complete tools, so I don't dig 'em... But at the same time, they have the attitude and the motivation it takes to make it in this business. Look at how close Donald Deruty came to North American Title glory last night if you want an example.

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, nodding to his partner, Roy Speede. 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, at the same time that his partner Roy Speede does, awaiting their final opponents.

West: And this crowd is on fire for Speede and Deruty. They're on fire for both the young teams in the ring... But would you listen to this?

"M-&-M!"

"M-&-M!"

"M-&-M!"

Harris: Blah. BLAH, I say!

The lights fade in the arena. The opening chords of "Dare" begin to play. A pair of fireballs fly down to the stage, one on either side. Once they get there and go off, two lines of pyrotechnics go off from either end of the stage, criss-crossing in the middle and highlighting two figures standing with their arms outstretched to either side. Lights focus down on the pair as the pyrotechnics subside, revealing Logan Alexander and Aubrey J. Parker in their usual wrestling attire, standing back to back, Aubrey facing the ring and Logan facing the entryway, with the North American Title visible, wrapped around his waist.

Tony: And their opponents, at a combined weight of three hundred and fifty-two pounds, the team of Aubrey J. Parker and the APW North American Champion, Logan Alexander... M&M!

Parker lowers her arms and starts walking down the ramp. Logan lowers his arms, turns and follows suit. They both reach out, slapping the outstretched hands of fans as they make their way down to ringside, the spotlights following them down. At ringside Parker hops up onto the apron, sliding across with one hand gliding across the middle rope and one pressed to her lips before blowing a long and sensual kiss to the audience, earning a series of cheers from many men and women alike, as Logan climbs the ring steps and moves out to join her. Logan moves between the ropes, holding them open for Parker to enter the ring, before following her in.

West: And this is the team that I personally had my money on when it came to making it to the finals. If you told me that teams like Envikado and Sons of the South wouldn't be here, I'd call you crazy-- but here we are with three very lovable, but as of late, very controversial tag teams.

Parker makes her way to the turnbuckles, hopping onto them to continue playing to the lively audience. Logan makes his way around to the various sides of the ring, calling out to the crowd. They both make their way over to their corner, Logan removing his glasses, his championship belt, and jacket as Parker finishes her preparation for the match. Logan nods to her as he climbs out onto the apron and hands off his jacket and title to a ringside technician. The camera briefly focuses on the black wrist-brace that Parker has to wear on her right hand and wrist.

Harris: And there, everyone’s in the ring! Remember-- nobody has to start this match off! Everyone starts at once! We have no rules!

West: But let’s remember, not everybody is at a hundred percent. Logan Alexander and Donald Deruty had to go through that grueling North American Title five-pack challenge last night, and Deruty was viciously assaulted by “The Finnish Phenom” Tuhoa Valo right after. Anthony Bailey was attacked by Michael Callahan with a baseball bat two weeks ago on Asylum and was hospitalized, still feeling those injuries. And just last night, Aubrey J. Parker was hospitalized by Kaylyn James Evans and Christian Kane after they assaulted her in the parking lot and nearly shattered her wrist!

Harris: Flesh wounds.

West: And if you’ll observe, we have one referee on the outside of the ring, and one on the inside. And if things get carried away-- we have two ready to go backstage!

The bell rings and the crowd roars.

Falls Count Anywhere - Triple Threat - Tag Team Elimination
APW Tag Team Championships
Roy Speede & Donald Deruty vs M&M vs The Dying Breed

All six competitors look around at each other... Like clockwork, Deruty, Parker, and Hopkins all slide out of the ring and search for weapons under the apron! Roy Speede and Anthony Bailey both go after Logan Alexander, taking him down with a double dropkick!

West: And here we go!

Donald Deruty retrieves a steel chair on the outside, while Hopkins retrieves a wooden 2x4. He makes his way around the ring and swings at Deruty, but Deruty manages to duck and swing the chair at Hopkins’ back-- but Hopkins turns around and blocks it with the 2x4, causing Deruty to drop the chair out of shock! Hopkins swings the 2x4 at Deruty again, but once more, Deruty ducks and the wooden stick hits the steel ring post... And Aubrey J. Parker runs at Hopkins, using the steel stairs as a catapult. Wielding a 16x20” glass mirror in her hand, she sails through the air and smashes the mirror into Hopkins’ head! The glass shatters and the crowd roars as Hopkins stumbles back and falls to the ground, frantically removing the small fragments of glass from his flesh!

Harris: THAT’S A MIRROR!

West: Fantastic observation. I think Hopkins might be lacerated, already!

Harris: Who gets the seven years of bad luck? Do they share it? Do they switch off bi-annually?

Parker turns-- and meets a steel chair to the abdomen by Donald Deruty, who follows it up by throwing Parker back-first into the steel steps.

Harris: Well, Deruty handled that.

Meanwhile, inside the ring, Roy Speede and Anthony Bailey have taken turns hitting Logan Alexander with a variety of vertical and Snap Suplexes. Speede then decides to go up top as Bailey levels Logan with a DDT. Speede sails off for a Moonsault, but Logan brings his knees up! Speede cries out in pain and rolls onto his back... And Anthony Bailey suddenly rolls him up for a pin in an Oklahoma Roll!

West: Bailey with the lightning-fast instinct! That World Champion instinct!

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Donald Deruty dives into the ring and shoves Bailey off!

Harris: Hahaaaah, lucky.

West: No-- superb timing. If Speede’s eliminated, Deruty’s in this by himself... And he’d become a target really quickly.

While Jair Hopkins is stirring on the outside of the ring, wiping droplets of blood and beads of glass from his face, his partner Anthony Bailey levels Donald Deruty with a spinning punch, and then a springboard back kick! Roy Speede hits him with a Lifting Full Nelson Bulldog though that keeps him down for a moment. Speede waits for Bailey to get up and turn around-- and then nails a T-Bone Suplex! He climbs to his feet, but before he can even turn around, Logan Alexander takes him to the mat with a Swinging Neckbreaker! He mounts Speede and pummels him with hard rights and lefts. On the outside, he sees Jair Hopkins pick Aubrey J. Parker up in a front facelock. Logan sprints to the ropes and delivers a low dropkick between the middle and top rope, catching Hopkins in the temple! Hopkins stumbles and hits the announce table. Logan prepares to leap over the top rope for a Springboard Cross Body, but Deruty grabs Logan’s legs in mid-air. He holds Logan for a second and then throws him awkwardly over the top-rope. Deruty then falls to the mat, catching his breath. Logan lands roughly on the ground on the outside, flat on his back. The crowd groans in empathy.

West: My God! Deruty just threw Logan right over that top rope! That’s-- that’s the same injury that put Logan on the shelf, and kept him out of wrestling for over a year and a half!

Harris: It’s anything goes, Shane-O. Anything.

Parker is quick to check on Logan Alexander on the outside, nearly panicking as she asks if he’s okay-- and is taken down with a Running Calf Kick to the side of the head by Jair Hopkins! He quickly pins Parker on the outside, and the second referee slides in to make the count.

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Kickout!

Hopkins then turns and decides to pin Logan who had just been leveled on the outside!

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Parker dives and pushes Hopkins off of Logan. She pulls him to his feet, but Hopkins delivers a hard knee to her gut, followed by a Lariat. She rolls away, and Hopkins turns-- right in time to be met with a Clothesline from Donald Deruty that knocks him over the announce table!

Harris: HEEYYYY!

Deruty turns and pins the downed Logan.

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Aubrey J. Parker hits Deruty with a sharp kick to the temple and rolls him up in an Oklahoma Roll, similar to Bailey’s from earlier!

West: And now Parker’s gonna pin Deruty!

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Kickout!

Harris: Well, not quite.

West: But she did manage to save her partner.

Parker observes the three men on the outside, with each one down, but showing signs of life. She turns to the ring where Roy Speede and Anthony Bailey are doing battle. Speede has Bailey in a side headlock and takes him to the ground, but Bailey nails a Back Suplex. Both men get up and Speede ducks a Lariat and shoots the ropes, returning to Bailey, taking him to the mat with a Cross Body! He motions for Bailey to get up and then goes for an STO, but Bailey fights back with an elbow to the skull followed by a sit-out Facebreaker! Speede rolls onto his back and Bailey rolls out of the ring, ascending to the top turnbuckle. He nails a Frog Splash across Speede’s ribs and pins the near leg!

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THRE- Shoulder up!

Parker kneels on the apron, picking her spot carefully from behind the two men. Bailey is in the process of trying to lock Speede in a Full Nelson, but Speede hits a back elbow right to the jaw! Bailey stumbles back and presses a hand to his lip. Speede turns around and locks Bailey for the Fisherman’s Suplex, and then nails the Fast Forward-- the Spinout Fisherman’s Suplex! He climbs to his feet, but AJP sails through the air for a high-flying Springboard Leg Lariat! Speede slams into the mat and Parker pins both legs!

West: Parker might get Speede!

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Donald Deruty pulls Parker out of the ring. He grabs her injured wrist and slams it into the ring apron. Parkers screams out in pain and drops to her knees. Deruty backs up, measuring her arm, and runs forward, delivering a kick to the injured arm! Parker is nearly reduced to tears and curls up on the ground. Deruty slides into the ring and joins Speede in taking Bailey to the mat with a Double Suplex. He then points to one set of turnbuckles. Speede climbs up on one side while Deruty climbs to the top rope on another.

Harris: What are they thinking here?

West: Whatever it is can’t be good for Anthony Bailey!

Deruty nails a Frog Splash while Speede hits a Diving Leg Drop! The crowd roars for the maneuver and Speede covers Bailey. Hopkins enters the ring, but Deruty takes him down with a Running Elbow Smash!

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West: M&M is recuperating on the outside while the Speede and Deruty have taken control over the Dying Breed on the inside.

Harris: The rookies have been doing fairly well for themselves the whole time.

West: There are many people that aren’t surprised by that.

Both of them stomp away at Hopkins for a few seconds before Deruty exits to the outside to get the steel chair. He sets it up in the center of the ring and the two of them perform Double DDT, smashing Hopkins face-first into the chair! The chair collapses to the mat. Deruty picks it back up and waits for Bailey to climb to his feet. He then smashes the chair hard into Bailey’s back.

West: Bailey’s injured back!

Harris: Hahaha, I’m lovin’ it.

Bailey drops to his knees and Deruty smashes the chair into his back again before casting it aside. Soon, the crowd grows loud but Deruty and Speede don’t seem to notice. They perform a stalling double Suplex on Bailey and bring him down across the sternum of Jair Hopkins.

Harris: Look at this!

The fans have grown loud because Logan and Aubrey are working together to retrieve a ladder from under the ring! They both pick it up and wait for one of their opponents to turn around. Deruty is the first-- and they shove the ladder between the top and middle rope, smashing it right into his jaw! Deruty drops to the mat. Speede turns around next, and earns the same treatment! M&M pushes the ladder into the ring and they each climb inside. Logan sets the ladder up in a corner and both of them lift Donald Deruty to his feet first-- and with a sprinting start, they ram him face-first into the ladder!

West: Good God!

Harris: Haha, it’s for the Tag Team Titles, baby! And what are they about to do to Roy Speede?

Logan lifts Speede up and Irish Whips him across the ring. He returns and Logan lifts him up high for a Flapjack, but releases it-- and Aubrey jumps into the air to catch Speede with a single-knee facebreaker! Speede hits the mat hard and the crowd roars for the maneuver. Logan throws the ladder down onto the mat and lifts Speede up onto his shoulders, standing over it. Aubrey runs at him and performs a Corkscrew Moonsault while Logan falls backward, driving Speede head-and-shoulder first into the ladder!

Harris: THEY JUST KILLED ROY SPEEDE!

Logan drags Speede’s broken body off of the ladder and finally sets it up near the corner of the ring. The crowd roars as Aubrey begins to climb to the top. Jair Hopkins is the only person that is climbing to his feet and Logan waits behind him, patiently before drilling him to the canvas with a German Suplex. He points to the ladder and Aubrey stands at the top shakily with her back to Hopkins while Madison Square Garden rises to its feet.

Harris: Oh man, ohGodohGodohGod...

Parker dives from the top of the ladder and nails a Corkscrew Moonsault! She writhes in pain after the move but Hopkins goes completely limp. Logan covers!

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THRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEE-

West: Bailey!

Bailey shoves Logan off with a millisecond to spare and the crowd responds in a loud mixed reaction. Logan hoists Bailey up in a front facelock and plants some hard knees to the gut before shoving him back into the standing ladder. Logan then charges at him for a Spear, but Bailey counters with a last-second Drop Toehold. It’s not pretty, but enough to successfully trip Logan, whose forehead hits a rung of the ladder. Bailey nails a Diving Reverse DDT and pulls Logan close to the corner. He climbs to the top rope and nails a Moonsault Leg Drop! Anthony starts to go for the cover, but stops as he sees Donald Deruty climb back to his feet. Deruty charges Bailey and takes him over the top rope and to the ring floor with a Clothesline. He follows him to the outside and the two trade blows.

Meanwhile, Roy Speede begins to stalk Aubrey J. Parker, but he is taken down with a Running Dropkick by Jair Hopkins! Speede hits the ground, shocked. Hopkins backs him into the ropes with some backhand shops and then Irish Whips him across the ring-- but Speede reverses it! He tries to nail a Back Body Drop on the rebound, but Hopkins counters with a Facebuster! Speede gets up, groggily, and finds his way to the corner, where Hopkins immediately hits him with a high knee, followed by a Bulldog!

West: Hopkins is rollin’!

Harris: He’s telling everybody that this is the end!

Hopkins lifts Roy Speede up and hits him with a hard knee to the gut and then goes for a Lifting Inverted DDT, but Speede blocks it, dropping to his feet! He pulls Hopkins to him and nails a short-arm Clothesline! He waits for Hopkins to get up and sets him up for the Belly to Back Inverted Mat Slam-- and nails it!

Harris: SPEEDE OF LIGHT TO JAIR HOPKINS!

Speede grins and pushes himself up to his knees, but turns around right into a Flapjack from Logan Alexander into a leaping, reverse Snap STO by Aubrey J. Parker!

West: Full Facial from M&M!

Logan Alexander pins the limp Roy Speede while Parker counts along.

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3!

ELIMINATED: ROY SPEEDE

Donald Deruty looks up, shocked by the announcement, but is soon taken down with an Enzuigiri by Anthony Bailey.

Aubrey then tries to pin Jair Hopkins, who had just been taken down by Speede’s finishing maneuver!

West: And look-- AJP attempts to capitalize on Speede’s big move!

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THRE-!

Bailey is able to pull Parker out of the ring just in time, but she fights back with an elbow to his chest. She then hits a Super Kick to the delight of the crowd that knocks Bailey to his knees, holding onto the apron for support. Parker slides back into the ring while Logan lifts Hopkins up. He plants him for an Atomic Drop and Aubrey shoots the ropes, coming back for a Leg Lariat-- but Hopkins shoves Logan aside and ducks. Aubrey hits the ropes, but lands on her feet. She turns around and begins to hammer away at Hopkins with several right and left hands, but he gets a shoulder up and into her jaw. Parker clutches her chin and backs away and Hopkins turns around-- into a front Lungblower from Logan! He groans in pain and clutches his ribs.

West: And now Logan and Aubrey are making their way to the outside, looking to destroy Bailey...

Harris: Why wouldn’t they? He’s got a target on his back after what Callahan did!

Aubrey remains on the apron while Logan stalks Bailey from the ground. They both run toward him at the same time with Logan nailing a Spear while Parker nails a Front Dropkick from the ring apron! Bailey is driven backwards, into the steel steps from the impact and he cries out in pain. Logan covers him at ringsie.

West: This has gotta be it for Bailey. How is he supposed to wrestle Michael Callahan later this evening?

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THR- Kickout!

West: But Anthony Bailey will not quit! He just won’t die!

Harris: But look!

The crowd roars as Donald Deruty pulls not one, but two tables out from beneath the ring! He quickly sets them up at ringside, right next to each other. He creeps around the ring as he sees Anthony Bailey being knocked to the ground, but Jair Hopkins catches him with a Baseball Slide that knocks him into the barricade! Hopkins and Deruty trade blows on the outside while M&M continue to pick apart Bailey... Logan has him in a half-nelson while Parker drives fists and elbows into his back.

West: Would you look at this systematic dismantling?! Why in the hell are M&M so obsessed with Anthony Bailey’s back?

Harris: BECAUSE THEY’RE IN CAHOOTS WITH MIKE CALLAHAN, I’VE TOLD YOU SEVERAL TIMES!

West: You’re really getting carried away with that.

Jair Hopkins hits Deruty with a unique Belly to Belly that sends Deruty into the ringside barricade, leaving both men down. Meanwhile, Parker hoists Bailey up in a front facelock and goes to drive her elbow into his spine again, but Bailey shoves her off! He turns and hits Logan with a fist to his jaw and then throws him to the ground. He dives on top of Logan and begins to fire away with rights and lefts!

West: And now Bailey is not fighting just for the Tag Team Championships, but for survival!

Aubrey jumps onto Bailey’s back and tries to capture him in a Sleeper, but Bailey grabs her by her neck and swings her off onto the bottom of the steel ramp! He catches Logan getting up with a knee to the gut followed by a DDT to Logan on the outside! The crowd gasps at the maneuver and Logan goes limp at the shot. Bailey pushes him over for a pin.

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Aubrey pushes Bailey off, but weakly. She hits him with a hard shot to the jaw and mutters something as she mounts him, firing away with her left hand, only to be knocked off by Jair Hopkins with a kick to the injured arm! Aubrey cries out in pain and rolls onto her back. Hopkins starts to pick Aubrey up until--

Harris: BANZAI STRIKE!

West: WHAT?!

The crowd roars in disapproval as Jair Hopkins is struck across the skull with the baseball bat, “Martinez” by the American Hero himself, Michael Callahan!

Harris: IT’S MICHAEL CALLAHAN! We have been saved!

Hopkins falls to the ground and rolls away. Bailey looks up and Callahan raises the bat, but Bailey grabs it! The crowd roars as Bailey begins to rip the bat from Callahan’s arms...

...Only for Parker to deliver a Low Blow to Bailey from behind.

West: Is this--?

Harris: I TOLD YOU! CAHOOTS!

Bailey hunches over in pain and Callahan smirks. He lifts the bat up and brings it down roughly across Bailey’s back. Bailey collapses to the ground and Parker sits, looking up at Callahan, breathing heavily. The two look at each other for a moment before Callahan scoffs and turns, disappearing to the back. Parker slowly, in spite of the booing crowd, pushes Bailey over onto his back and leans across him for the pin.

West: Come on, Aubrey... Not this way. This isn’t right.

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ELIMINATED: ANTHONY BAILEY

The crowd boos loudly at the elimination. Logan and Aubrey look at each other for a moment, speaking, but their conversation isn’t picked up.

Harris: You owe me money.

West: That could’ve meant anything. Callahan and Bailey have had issues for months. Maybe you should spend less time trying to make Aubrey J. Parker and Logan Alexander look like bad guys and more time calling--

Harris: Donald Deruty!

Donald Deruty grabs Aubrey up off of the ground and swings her into the barricade. He anticipates Logan coming at him with a Spear and takes the full brunt, but plants his feet and fires away. The two engage in a full on fist-fight, all the way back down to the ring before Logan shoves Deruty into the apron and nails a Northern Lights Suplex! Before he can get a pin, Deruty bridges out of it and rises up to his feet, hitting Logan with an elbow to the gut. He throws Logan into the steel steps, but Logan reaches over and grabs the 2x4 that Hopkins dropped earlier. He turns and throws it like a javelin into Deruty’s gut. Deruty pauses, holding his stomach in pain. Logan gets up behind him and begins to choke him with the wooden 2x4! Deruty fights, but his face begins to turn purple. He does everything he can, finally able to back Logan into the steel ring post repeatedly until Logan lets go. Deruty turns around and goes for the Super Kick, but Logan moves and Deruty strikes the steel post instead! He howls out in pain and Logan immediately dives for his leg, but Deruty drops a knee across the back of Logan’s head, driving his face into the thin ringside mats! He then continues to drop knees across the base of Logan’s neck, finally lifting him up onto his shoulders and making his way to the side of the ring which contains the tables.

West: He’s gonna put Logan right through the tables with the Dead and Forgotten!

Harris: YES!

Logan drops down before they reach the tables, however, and drops Deruty with an inverted headlock Backbreaker. Soon, the crowd begins to boo...

West: Oh, NOW what?

...Christian Kane and Kaylyn James Evans make their way down the ramp toward Aubrey J. Parker who is slowly getting to her feet. She backs away, still finding it hard to stand as they draw near.

Harris: Oh no...

West: These are the two that nearly broke Aubrey’s wrist last night on the Super Show!

Aubrey backs away from them as far as she can before she hops the barricade into the crowd and makes a run for it. Kaylyn and Kane quickly follow her, in hot pursuit.

West: Christian Kane and Kaylyn James Evans just chased Parker away from ringside!

The crowd pelts Christian Kane and KJE with food and other things as they make their way by, just inches away from Parker, who the fans allow free entrance.

Harris: Look, here at ringside!

Jair Hopkins has made his way back toward ringside and lifts Donald Deruty up, sliding him back into the ring. He climbs to the top rope and motions for Deruty to climb to his feet. Deruty groggily does and Hopkins hops off, going for a Flying Calf Kick... but Deruty ducks! Hopkins hits the mat and groans in pain. Deruty walks toward him-- but he’s grabbed from behind by Logan Alexander and dropped with a Neckbreaker across the knee! Logan goes for the cover.

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Kickout!

West: And Donald Deruty will not quit! Not tonight here in Madison Square Garden!

Logan picks up Deruty’s legs and locks in a half-turned Sharpshooter... the Perfect Chaos Theory! Deruty cries out in pain and reaches for the ropes, but the referee informs him that there are no rope breaks! Deruty reaches, and scratches and crawls... He finally lifts his hand--

And Logan is grabbed from behind and spun around, planted with a Lifting Inverted DDT! Hopkins then runs to the ropes and nails a Springboard Moonsault Mushroom Stomp before pinning Logan.

Harris: IT’S THAT MOVE THAT WE SHOULD’VE BANNED WHEN WE HAD THE CHANCE!

West: Good lord, what a connection!

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ELIMINATED: LOGAN ALEXANDER

West: And we’re down to one member on each team! Jair Hopkins, Donald Deruty, and... well... somewhere in the arena, Aubrey J. Parker!

Harris: Have the cameras found her yet?

Jair Hopkins tries to pin the hurt Donald Deruty.

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TH- Kickout!

Deruty kicks out and the camera focuses on the bloodied face of Jair Hopkins. He picks Deruty up and swings him into the corner. He follows up with a shoulder block to the gut. Deruty staggers out and Jair runs at him, taking him to the mat with a running high knee to the temple! He gazes to the outside at the tables that had been set up and leads Deruty to the ropes. He throws him easily out to the apron and waits for him to get up... Before charging the corner and leaping out for a Springboard Roundhouse Kick, right to the temple! Deruty teeters back, almost falling through the tables-- but holds onto the top rope!

Harris: He’s lucky!

Hopkins hits Deruty with a forearm, but Deruty ducks down and drives his shoulder into his gut! He hits Hopkins with a headbutt next and then tries to Suplex him out of the ring, through the tables! He gets Hopkins up, and Hopkins fights desperately to get free...

West: He’s gonna Superplex him through those tables!

Harris: DO IT!

Hopkins drops back down in the ring and delivers a Suplex to Deruty to the inside. Both men lie on the mat for a moment but Hopkins pulls himself up with the ropes and motions for Deruty to get up. Deruty climbs to his feet and Hopkins nails him with a knee to the gut, followed by his attempt at an Inverted DDT, but Deruty blocks it, grabbing onto the top rope. Hopkins loses his grip and Deruty aims for a Super Kick--

but Hopkins ducks under it! He hits Deruty with a Back Suplex, driving him down on top of the ladder in the ring! Deruty arches his back and cries out in pain. Hopkins pushes him onto the mat and pins him.

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TH- Shoulder up!

West: How much do these titles mean?!

Hopkins groans and lifts Deruty up once more--

Harris: SUPER KICK!

Deruty blasts Hopkins with a Super Kick that knocks Hopkins out of the ring! Deruty lies on the mat for a second but rolls out of the ring. He considers pinning Hopkins, but his eyes drift to the tables, and the crowd roars.

Harris: I know what HE’S thinking!

West: He’s got Hopkins up!

Deruty lies Hopkin across both of the tables and rolls back into the ring, quickly propping the ladder up in the center. He climbs, shakily, never taking his eyes off of Hopkins. Madison Square Garden rises to their feet in anticipation.

West: HE’S GONNA PUT HOPKINS THROUGH THOSE TABLES! He’s going to kill both of them!

Harris: Oh God... I’m lovin’ this... DO IIIIT!

Deruty is nearly on the top of the ladder when the crowd grows deafening, nearly shaking the ring with their vocals...

...And Deruty howls out in agony as he’s struck from behind.

West: AJP is back!

Aubrey J. Parker is wielding a baseball bat and has struck Deruty in the lower back. She rears back and does it once more. Deruty grunts and seems to be out on his feet, hanging onto the ladder.

Harris: IS IT MARTINEZ?!

West: Ugh. Can’t tell, Dick. I’m gonna say no... Conspiracy theorist.

Parker climbs the other side of the ladder, tossing the bat aside. She hits Deruty once she reaches the top with him and grabs his head, positioning him for her signature Corkscrew Neckbreaker.

Harris: It was nice knowing you, Mr. Deruty!

West: WAIT! LOOK!

The ladder shakes slightly and the crowd roars as Jair Hopkins rolls back into the ring, climbing off of the tables while Deruty and Parker were distracted with each other. Still on his knees, he pulls the ladder toward himself...

...Causing both Deruty and Parker to sail from the top, to the outside of the ring, through both tables!

”HOLY SHIT!”

”HOLY SHIT!”

”HOLY SHIT!”

Hopkins rolls out of the ring, looking at their broken bodies in the wreckage. Parker and Deruty are unconscious, side-by-side. He drops down, lying across both of them. Both referees count.

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ELIMINATED: DONALD DERUTY AND AUBREY J.PARKER

The bell rings.

Ferrari: And here are your winners... and the NEEEWWWW APW Tag Team Champions, Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins... THE DYYYYYYYYYYING BREEEEEEEEEED!

Harvey: We’re back on the air, John! And look! They did it!

Chase: I saw that. Well-- Hopkins did it. Here comes Bailey to take the glory!

Anthony Bailey and Krunk celebrate with Hopkins while EMTs rush to ringside to check on Aubrey J. Parker and Donald Deruty, who still haven’t stirred from the wreckage. Bailey and Hopkins proudly allow their new Tag Team Championships to be wrapped around their waist, though Bailey looks to be in pain the entire time. The crowd roars as the members of the Dying Breed return to the ring, standing tall.


We cut backstage to see Michael Callahan entering his locker room to join the rest of the War Ensemble, GI and Dr. Gray playing a game of cards. Although his match is in half an hour, Callahan is still suited up. All eyes turn to Callahan as he enters the room, lacking his usual courage and swagger.

Michael Callahan: Gents, a quick word. About my match tonight.

Gray stands up and places a reassuring shoulder on his arm, looking him straight in the yee.

Dr. Alexander Gray: Don't worry Michael, we've got your back tonight. Anthony Bailey is not leaving Christmas Chaos with the satisfaction of beating you.

Callahan's face drops. This isn't what he was hoping to hear.

Michael Callahan: Actually, I'd rather you didn't. If either of you two show your faces at ring-side tonight, I will be disappointed. If I want any hope at all of seeing an end to the way Anthony Bailey treats me, I have to beat him myself. I can't cheat, I can't accidentally dodge the rule book and take advantage of a distracted referee, I HAVE to beat him fair and square. That's the only way, that's my only opportunity, and if you two ruin it for me it's going to make me doubtful as to why we're aligned.

Dr. Alexander Gray: But-

Callahan cuts him straight off.

Michael Callahan: No buts. Support me from back here, both of you. If you don't respect my wishes, there's going to be a major question mark hanging over the future of The War Ensemble. Have you got that?

Dr. Alexander Gray: Sure.

Callahan then turns to the GI.

Michael Callahan: Do you copy me?!

The GI stands to attention, knocking over the table with the cards and beers on it all over the floor in the process.

The GI: SIR YES SIR!

Callahan smiles contently, knowing he's at least got that part off of his mind.

Michael Callahan: Goooood...

With that, the scene fades

[President Jeff]

The cameras cut to the backstage area where Madison Square Garden boos wholeheartedly as Evan Envi is shown backstage. He's standing face-to-face with someone, which is obvious. What's not obvious-- is figuring out who the person is.

Evan: I want you to watch what happens out there and understand that... No matter how hard you try, nothing you create, or produce, or conjure up down on Meltdown is gonna hold a candle to me. Alright? It's nothing compared to what I've become.

And right now I'm about to go out there and show the whole world what happens when an old dog tries to mess around with a pitbull pup, understand? I'm going to put John Dionysus down... As a mercy killing. Because it's better me than someone else. And by me doing that, I'm doing your whole show a favor.

No-- I'm doing Action Packed Wrestling... A favor. I'm getting rid of one more washed-up, selfish has-been prick that wants to hog this glory for himself. It's 2012-- it's HARD to get recognition when your job is to do what we do. When your CAREER is to put your body on the line the way we do, in the manner and the fashion that we do... It's hard. And when your name isn't already cemented as LEGENDARY when you walk in through these doors, it's a hell of a lot harder to get the respect that you deserve.

So please. PLEASE. Thank me for putting him down. Please herald Dionysus for the martyr that he is. No longer will the wrestlers of yesteryear hog the limelight.

The cameras pan out and the crowd boos louder when they see that Evan Envi is talking to the vice-GM of Meltdown, his own sister, Sienna Harrison.

Sienna: That was cute. Are you done?

She smirs and Evan scoffs, shaking his head.

Evan: Why are you even at my door? You know I've got a match to--

Sienna: I wanted to let you know that you're being fined for...

Evan: FINED?!

Sienna: ...For attacking my talent on Meltdown yesterday. You may not realize it, but it's not your show, baby brother. It's mine. Here.

She hands him an envelope.

Evan: What's this?

Sienna: Your bill. For the damages. Who knows if Tek and Storm Front are even gonna be able to wrestle after what you and Delikado did?

Evan sighs and opens his mouth to say something, but Sienna silences him with a finger, raising her phone up to her eyes to read a text.

Sienna: Gotta run. But don't fret... Let this be a warning to you... You shouldn't be hanging around on Meltdown anyway. You're like the high school graduate that sticks around for two years after he graduated-- and beats up the students. Prick.

Maybe you will beat John Dionysus tonight. Maybe 2013 is the year of Evan Envi.

...But... Maybe not, right? Prep for the worst, bro!

She winks and slaps Envi on the chest as she walks past him. Evan glares after her as the camera fades away.

"Free Championship Victory" is what the sign backstage reads as the camera opens in the backstage hallway. Jason Kash is laid out on the concrete floor and a referee is seen nearby, sitting in a chair looking extremely bored. The Dark Match Title laying next to Jason as he lays spread eagle and seems to be waiting.

Referee: How long do we have to wait here? Nobody but Knuckles wants that Title, why not just give it to him?

A pinch of his eye opens and he looks around, checking the coast of either side of the hallway. Popping his head up off the floor, Kash looks over at the referee.

JKash: One Knuckles can't beat me even if I layed down for him, it's fact. Two he'd like it if I handed him a belt but the fact remains I'd rather keep it then let him have it back. So shut up and do as your paid to do okay? Shh here comes someone!

Going back "unconscious" the footsteps coming down the hallway to the right stop suddenly. Then they squeak as the foot falls begin running. As they approach, Roy Speede comes into view. He looks around at the sign, at Kash, the DM Title, and then at the Referee.

Speede: What the heck is all this? Is he okay?

Referee: Yeah, maybe not in the head...He is trying to give away the Dark Match Title...

Speede moves away from Kash as "The Untamed" clears his throat and startles Speede. The referee remembering to say his paid lines stands up and proceeds.

Referee: Come One..Come all...Defeat Asylum's World Grand Slam Champion in a Championship Contest..Yay....

Speede: That sounded VERY enthusiastic! So a free Title huh? Wait isn't that thing cursed?

JKash: Holy Baby Jesus man!! Do you want the Title or not!?! Pin or be GONE...

Speede: You can keep the curse for all I care...

Roy Speede walks off. Shaking his head, Kash lays his head back down on the floor and takes a deep breath. The referee begins to drop his head, waiting again but pops up out of his chair. His eyes open wide as he stares down the hallway at a quietly approaching figure. The ref giving Kash a mumbling whisper tries to warn him.

Referee: he...oming...he's...ing...HEY!! He's coming!!!

The weight of another slams down across Kash and hooks a leg. The referee drops and goes to make the count but only gets a 2 count. Kash kicks out and scrambles out of the pin attempt, not knowing who it is. Then he feels a punch to the face and knows exactly who it is as Jason Kash and Johnny Knuckles lock eyes. Shoving Knuckles away, Kash gets up, grabs the DM Title and runs off. Knuckles gives chase but Kash reaches to his side and grabs a stack of chairs and pulls them over. They fall and scatter, filling a small section of the hallway. Johnny Knuckles stumbles and crashes into the wreck of chairs. His head looks up and watches as Jason Kash turns a corner and disappears backstage. The referee steps up behind the wreckage of chairs and Knuckles.

Referee: That was close, you almost got him...

Knuckles: It's not over yet!

Tony Ferrari: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...

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

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

Tony Ferrari: ...From Baltimore, Maryland; weighing 212lbs, he is “The MegaMegaStar”...EVAN ENVI!

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

The lights in the house go down, then the chundering riff that opens “Praise” by Sevendust begins to play. After fifteen seconds a huge white pyro explodes on the ramp and the lights return as John Dionysus steps out from the back and the crowd are upstanding for the Bostonian. Dionysus hops for a few seconds before he walks purposefully towards the ring, tapping the outstretched hands of the fans in the front row.

Tony Ferrari: His opponent: from Boston, MA; weighing 255lbs....JOHN DIONYSUS!

Dionysus slides into the ring and is quickly onto his feet, circling around, testing the tautness of the ropes, using the top one as a counterweight for a few stretches, before he finally takes up a position in one of the corners.

Singles Match
Evan Envi vs. John Dionysus

The referee brings both wrestlers together and lays down his expectations for a clean fight, calling for the bell as both men nod to indicate their readiness for combat. The crowd begin a rhythmic clap as both men, their oil physiques glistening like the divine lustre, begin to circle, trying to get the measure of each other before committing. Envi feigns a moves with a half step forward and an Ali-style shuffle before dancing around the ring, darting in again at Dionysus before backing away, a taunt that simply intensifies the stare directed from Dionysus to Envi. Tired of the posturing, Dionysus makes a lunge for Envi, swinging a stray arm that Envi ducks, spins and throws out a taunt again to Dionysus, gesturing that the veteran is operating a little on the sluggish side. Envi again feigns a move, this time nudging himself towards Dionysus in a tae kwon do stance, even proffering his leg as a gesture of attack, but quickly retreating again. Three times he does this and as the crowd begin to get a bit restless, Dionysus shows his reactions are as good as his intentions, capturing Envi’s errant leg and, darting forward with a swiftness defying his size, bulldozes Envi with a fully extended arm. Envi is quickly on his feet, but quickly put down again and again by clotheslines from Dionysus. The crowd pop as Dionysus stands over his fallen opponent.

Harvey: A fast and furious start by Dionysus, who I believe sees this match as a chance of a kind of personal renaissance. It’s been a tough few months for the former Xtreme Champion.

Chase: I just hope his pacemaker lasts.

Envi gets to his feet, arms extended to try and placate Dionysus, but the latter is in no mood for games here, charging Envi and tackling him into the nearest corner, crushing Envi between the unstoppable force of Dionysus’ forward momentum and the immovable object of the ring’s turnbuckle. Dionysus takes a step back to regain his balance and then begins an assault on the body in the form of a barrage of hard shots to the ribs, a flourish completed with a rising forearm smash, before throwing Envi to the mat with a rugged snapmare. Envi gets to his feet, his expression of one visible discomfort, but he has no times to recover before Dionysus grabs him and, with a short-arm burning lariat, upends the self-proclaimed MegaMegaStar.

Harvey: Huge impact from Dionysus! It’s one-way traffic so far!

Chase: Envi needs to get a foothold here...and fast!

Envi crawls to the ropes, but Dionysus is not allowing him a moment’s breathing space, quickly lifting Envi with a waistlock and tossing him across the ring. Envi manages to use the throw’s momentum to get to his feet and scramble to the corner, but no sooner has he secured his upright position against the turnbuckle, and turned to the face the centre of the ring, and his opponent is all over him again with a running lariat. Envi drops to his knees, but again Dionysus is immediately on the attack, lifting Envi onto his shoulders.

Harvey: Dionysus looking for the Midas Touch here!

But Dionysus, in his eagerness, puts too much into the lift and finds himself off balance, allowing Envi the opportunity to lunge for the ropes, sliding off Dionysus’ shoulders over the top rope and landing outside the ring on the ring apron. With Dionysus’ back to him Envi thrusts out an elbow and connects with the back of Dionysus’ head. This strike knocks Dionysus a couple of steps away from the ropes; Envi takes this chance to try and counter-attack with a slingshot over the top rope, but Dionysus anticipates it and counters with a stunning roundhouse Enziguri that impacts with Envi’s temple and sends the MegaMegaStar stumbling sideways and through the ropes and straight to the floor outside the ring. Dionysus is quick to follow by rolling under the bottom rope and out of the ring.

Harvey: There is a look in Dionysus’ eye that tells me this may not be a good time for Evan Envi.

Chase: The ref needs to intervene here, this is a match under orthodox rules. Count-out, disqualification, the works.

By the time Dionysus gets outside Envi is up and is slouched over the front of the commentator’s table. Dionysus lifts Envi’s head and slams it hard onto the table – an act which incites Chase to heelishly whine that Dionysus is breaking the match rules. Dionysus turns Envi over onto his back and clubs Envi’s chest with two stiff forearm strikes, the impact of the second felt so much that Envi flops into a seated position and begins to wheeze heavily.

Harvey: You could feel Envi’s lungs burst from the impact of those blows from Dionysus.

Chase: Another flagrant violation of the match rules, and all seemingly undetected by our match official.

Although the ref hasn’t forgotten his official duties and has begun a count-out. Dionysus lifts Envi and tries to push him back into the ring, but Envi flops to the floor at the ring apron and begins to crawl in the most pathetic manner under the ring. The ref now reaches the count of three. Dionysus bends down to grab Envi, but the latter has already crawled some under the ring. Dionysus is now forced to stick his head under the apron now to try and retrieve his opponent, but suddenly a sickening thud is heard and followed by the sudden collapse to the floor of John Dionysus.

Harvey: What on earth just happened there? Dionysus looks like he has been knocked out here.

Chase: Maybe he got a sniff of how badly he sucks these days.

The ref is completely unaware of what has happened, having been unsighted by his position in the ring relative to those of the two wrestlers. Envi suddenly appears on his feet and begins to stomp furiously on the back of Dionysus, who is lying face down. The ref’s count reaches six. Envi grabs Dionysus and some sharp work from a cameraman nearby reveals that Dionysus’s face has been mysteriously opened up. Envi rolls the seemingly lifeless body of Dionysus into the ring, follows and makes a cover...

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Harvey: I think Envi is going to win this one he...NO! Dionysus kicks out.

This is greeted by a cheer from the crowd, but the sudden jerk of the shoulder up is almost immediately followed by Dionysus’ raised arm flopping back to the mat. Envi gets to his feet and stomps three times on the chest of Dionysus, then thrusting three fingers into the face of the ref to remind him of his task. Envi runs to the ropes, bounces off and then drops an exaggerated knee onto the bloodied head of Dionysus. Envi, kneeling, then throws out his arms horizontal to his body and screams out some trash that draws heat from the crowd. Envi then mounts Dionysus and lands repeated punches to the head of his opponent, stopping after five to pose and gain some heat, before unleashing a further five, followed by an elbow strike and more posing, the crowd booing and jeering this display.

Harvey: We’re seeing here the ugly side of Envi’s personality; just get on with the match son.

Chase: He’s enjoying himself out there, doing exactly what he said he would do: punish and embarrass this washed up bum.

Still in the mounted position, Envi now jabs a thumb into Dionysus’ eye, but continues the downward pressure to form a gouging action, which results in Dionysus kicking and squirming furiously. The ref is in quickly and pulls Envi away, giving him a stern telling off and issuing a disqualification warning. Envi barks something back at the referee, but one is suspects it wasn’t a compliment. Dionysus begins to get to his feet clutching his face, but Envi moves in with a running chop block to the back of the knee that floors the bigger man. Envi runs to the ropes and attempts an asai moonsault, but deliberately over flips and lands on his feet, posturing a little more before wagging his finger and calling out ‘shooting star’. This effects Envi to runs against the ropes again and this time land a spectacular running shooting star press onto Dionysus, hooking back a single leg in position for a pin attempt, although somewhat arrogantly in its casualness.

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Harvey: That’s way too casual from Envi, if he thinks he can put away a man like Dionysus by simply draping himself over the veteran, he has another thing coming.

A smirk creeps out across the face of Evan Envi as he starts to get to his feet again, muttering some words to himself while he does so. Standing over the fallen Dionysus, Envi strikes out a posing, mocking his opponent, before he bends down and then begins to issue some smack talk at Dionysus, a mic picking him up teasing ‘come on old man’, before leaning right down and issuing a derisory slap to Dionysus, earning a few jeers from the crowd.

Harvey: Come on! There is absolutely no need for this level of disrespect.

Chase: Envi is toying with Dionysus, like a cat with a dead mouse.

Dionysus starts back to his feet, Envi grabs him by the head and helps him to his feet, cranking his arm back and being very deliberate about letting the world know how and where he intends to impact Dionysus. But Envi is too casual in executing a move, giving Dionysus a chance to counter-attack with a stab of his foot into Envi’s gut. Dionysus runs to the ropes and charges back at Envi, as the crowd begin to get excited about a comeback, only for Envi to sidestep and lock Dionysus into a sleeper hold, stalling the false comeback. Envi quickly wears down Dionysus before jolting him with a transition into angled back suplex. Envi flips onto his feet and begins to ‘parade’ around the ring, much to the crowd’s disdain.

As Dionysus struggles back to his feet, Envi is quickly all over him and ties Dionysus up with a hammerlock, which he quickly transitions into a side headlock, quickly sweeping Dionysus leg from underneath him and locking in a hammerlock-one armed rear choke combination on the mat. The ref gives a count of four before Envi releases the choke and switches to a Fujiwara armbar, twisting Dionysus’ arm at the elbow to exert for pressure on Dionysus’ joints. Here begins a period of Envi controlling Dionysus on the mat with a series of locks and holds, each one evoking a new jolt of pain due to the emphasis, or re-emphasis, on targeting various joints in Dionysus body. Each new situation provokes a question from the ref, but each time the response is a obstinate shake of the head from Dionysus. It is this refusal to buckle that forces Envi to try something new after a few seconds, but it is all to no avail since it does not seem to be wearing down the resilient veteran.

Harvey: He may be on a terrible losing streak, but nobody can doubt Dionysus’ heart and determination still.

Chase: Is there really any different being someone who loses easily and someone who loses with a fight? They’re both still losers at the end of the day.

Shaking his head Envi releases Dionysus from the latest hold and rolls away. Envi grabs Dionysus and drags him to his feet, landing a couple of elbow strikes to the head. Envi tries to whip Dionysus but gets reversed into the ropes. Envi bounces off and is floored by a running shoulder charge. As Envi gets to his feet, Dionysus charges him looking for a huge lariat, but Envi ducks under it and counters with a backstabber, planting Dionysus on the mat and giving him the chance to lock in a straightjacket.

Harvey: Envi has that excruciating hold locked in proper here; how long can Dionysus hold on here?

Chase: He’s gonna tap! He has to tap!

Stranded in the centre of the ring, the ref again asks Dionysus the question, but he refuses to buckle, prompting Envi is yank back even harder, trying to exert an inhuman amount of pressure on the veteran. Dionysus still will not submit though and Envi is forced to lean back further and further.

Harvey: Envi is trying breaking Dionysus’s spine here!

Envi is desperate now and he leans back as much as possible, but he loses his balance and falls backwards causing the hold to break. Dionysus flops to the floor and tries to roll away to safety; Envi is banging the map with frustration that isn’t being celebrated as the winner. Dionysus is now getting to his feet with the aid of the ropes, Envi spots an opportunity and charges, but Dionysus sidesteps and pulls down the top rope, causing Envi’s momentum to take him over the top rope and crashing to the arena floor. Dionysus is out of the ring and follows up by driving a knee into the head of Envi while the latter rises to the floor. Dionysus then lifts Envi and whips him with a huge amount of force into the ring steps, causing Envi to scream out in agony. Dionysus lifts Envi and rolls him back into the ring, lining his opponent up for his signature De Profundis suplex. However, Envi counters with a back elbow, runs to the ropes and springboards from the middle, driving a knee into the head of Dionysus. A quick cover is made...

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Envi is quickly to his feet and drags up Dionysus, setting the veteran up for The Blues. However, Dionysus counters with a double legs sweep and lifts Envi onto his shoulders for The Midas Touch. Now it’s Envi’s time to counter as he slides off Dionysus’ shoulders and plants Dionysus with a cobra clutch bomb. Envi makes another cover...)

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Envi slaps the mat with frustration. He rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair. Entering the ring, he is about to use it when the ref tries to grab it from him. A struggle ensues, but Envi comes out still holding the chair, but walks straight into a kick to the gut from Dionysus, causing him to drop the chair, then is lifted again into position for the Midas Touch, but Envi somehow counters again, this time planting Dionysus face first onto the chair with a tornado DDT. Envi is quick to cover again...

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Harvey: Somehow, someway, Dionysus finds the heart to keep fighting out there.

Envi jumps to his feet and turns on the referee, shouting abuse. The ref argues back, Envi grabs him by the collar and pushes him into a turnbuckle. Envi lines up a punch, but the ref counters by stamping on Envi’s foot. Hopping with pain Envi turns away but walks straight into Dionysus, who lifts Envi and this time connects with The Midas Touch.

Harvey: MIDAS TOUCH! DIONYSUS WILL SURELY WIN HERE...TWO...THRE-NO!

Chase: HE KICKED OUT! ENVI KICKED OUT!

Disbelief now belongs to Dionysus. The veteran grabs Envi again and lifts him into position for another Midas Touch, but Envi squirms free this time and counters, hitting Dionysus with The Blues. Envi’s turn to cover now...

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Chase: It’s over...It’s over...WHAT-NO!

Harvey: DIONYSUS KICKS OUT OF THE BLUES!

Envi pounds the mat with frustration. He gets up and sets up Dionysus for another The Blues, but this time positioning Dionysus over the steel chair. The ref moves quickly and drags the chair out of the way. Envi begins to protest, giving Dionysus a chance to break free and look for the counter. As the ref turns to discard the chair Dionysus makes his move, but Envi reacts quickly and lands a kick to the groin. Envi takes advantage by grabbing Dionysus and dropping him again with The Blues. Envi covers as the ref turns around, oblivious of the low blow.

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Winner: Evan Envi

Harvey: Of all the indecent actions....Evan Envi has just stolen a victory over John Dionysus.

Chase: I guess this proves the sharper mind of the young prevails over the demented old.

Evan Envi’s music blasts as Tony Ferrari makes his post-match announcement...

Ferrari: The winner of this match, by pinfall, EVAN ENVI!

...But Envi is not hanging around; he quickly exits the ring and makes his way back up the ramp with his arms aloft, looking back at a kneeling Dionysus, who looks back with an expression of frustration writ large over his face.

Harvey: Dionysus came here looking for a last hurrah, one last chance to prove he could cut it with the best new talent in APW, he did that and more, but he’s been cheated here by the antics of this prima donna Evan Envi.

Chase: One of these days you’re gonna have a nasty fall off that high horse.




With his PPV Title Match coming up shortly, Jason Kash comes into view as the cameras switch to backstage. Standing in front of a wall, he is doing lazy wall push ups. Kaylyn James Evans sitting on a recliner watching him can't help but want to help him get motivated.

KJE: Are you bored or just nervous cause I'm not sure how to read your emotions..

JKash: Huh? No, I'm just putting some thought into the head. Running things over. I'm ready for this match!

Coming back to reality, he breaks from his thoughts and starts to sit down as taps on the locker room door are heard. He steps over, takes a deep breath not knowing WHAT could go down before his match. Opening it, his eyebrows rise as Phil Atken steps into the view. Kash steps aside and lets the #1 Contender step into the room before shutting the door.

Atken: Ms. Evans.. (Nods at KJE) Just the man I wanted to see! How are you doing Jason?

JKash: Whats good Atken? You ready for your big match? Gonna take down the Main Pillar right?

Atken: That's the master plan! You ready for yours? That's not why I came by here though, it's obvious we're both going to be prepared for our matches. The Pillars are a virus, a cancer if you will to not only Asylum but APW period. They've got connections with plenty of names on Overdrive and so to survive, to defeat this cancer..We need to remove the nuts!

JKash: Hold Up right there! I'm not removing any nuts homie, forget that! I don't have the "Heart" for that, couldn't live with myself!

KJE: Yeah..If possible could he keep his? I'm not using them NOW per say but...

Phil Atken has a good laugh, he chuckles and his eyes close as he bursts out laughter throughout the locker room. Kash laughs a bit too but he seems more concerned about his manhood then what might be funny.

Atken: Not physically remove nuts..Listen, after tonight we should talk. We need to be a Unit, Unified to the cause of preserving what Asylum stands for. Since you beat Casteel, this has been a growing, a rising brand and so there is nobody else I'd rather talk too about this. After tonight, things will change...In our favor!

JKash: Sounds good man, I'm down. Good luck tonight!

Atken: You too Jason, knock them dead!!

With that Phil Atken turns, opens the locker room door and leaves. Kash adjusts his family jewels, possibly checking to see if they were still then. Knowing how tense the talk of removing nuts made him. He shakes it off and smiles at KJE as the camera goes back to ringside.

[President Jeff]

Ferrari: The following contest is the Tap Out Gauntlet Match for the APW Tap Out Championship!

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

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU" by Fear rages out of the arena speakers and Yarmouth comes out and swaggers onto the stage holding a rocket launcher full of T-shirt's with Fella written on the front, Yarmouth then begins to fire the T-shirts into the fans as they fight to get hold of the T-shirts,

Ferrari: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 245 pounds, from New York, New York, Everyone's Favorite Fella, Yarmouth!

Nailz: Ladies and gentlemen, the rules of this match up are simple, each leg of the match will be contested under Tap Out Rules! Each wrestler only has three rope breaks, and they cannot exit the ring of their own volition, nor can they force their opponent out of the ring. We've been told that the rope breaks will reset with each new opponent entering the match.

Beckett: Once somebody is tapped out, the next combatant will enter the fray. Yarmouth is at a huge disadvantage starting this match out, as he'll have to make four people tap out in order to win the belt.

Nailz: But you won't hear Yarmouth complaining about it one bit! He's a fighter, and he's going to come out, giving it his best effort!

Yarmouth is wearing his wrestling pants and a red T-shirt with fella on the back and Meltdown is on the front on the front of the shirt as Yarmouth then enters the ring to wait for his opponent.

Elgar's "Pomp and Circumstance March no.1 in D" ("Land of Hope and Glory") bursts forth from the PA. Julius Farquhar steps through the curtain carrying a flagpole bearing the cross of St. George and the APW Tap Out Championship clasped around his waist. He waves the flag around and walks to the ring ignoring the insults being hurled at him or any attempts to touch him.

Ferrari: And his opponent, weighing in at 228 pounds, from Windsor, England, he is the APW Tap Out Champion, “Quintessentially English” Julius Farquhar!

Nailz: Julius is at a huge disadvantage in this match, as he will have to run the table to successfully defend his title!

Beckett: But if anyone can do it, it will be “Quintessentially English!” Julius Farquhar!

Farquhar is inside the ring, waving the flag around. He climbs onto each turnbuckle and waves the cross of St. George to all corners, before discarding it and handing his belt to the referee. The ref holds the belt high in the air, before calling for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Tap Out Gauntlet Match for the APW Tap Out Championship

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Match 1: Julius Farquhar © vs. Yarmouth

Nailz: And with that bell, this match is under way!

Yarmouth runs right towards Julius, going for a Big Boot, but Julius ducks it and clips the knee out from beneath the big man! As Yarmouth is on the mat, Julius locks him in the Windsor Knot STF! Yarmouth screams in pain, but grits his teeth, and begins dragging the both of them towards the ropes. As Yarmouth is just inches from the rope break, Julius gets up and drags the big man right back to the center of the ring, and slaps The Windsor Knot once more! He pulls back hard on Yarmouth's head, and the big man struggles mightily to try and make it to the ropes!

Beckett: Yarmouth is in a bad way! If he stays in this Windsor Lock much longer, there could be permanent repercussions!

Yarmouth is a fingertip away from the ropes again, and this time he makes it! The ref begins the count, and Julius lets go on four. The Englishman is not pleased one bit, and lets his temper show. Before Yarmouth can get back up, Julius is right there to give him a stiff boot the side of the head! As Yarmouth is down again, Julius locks the Windsor Knot in again, right next to the ropes! Again, Yarmouth makes the rope break, and again, Julius lets go on four.

Beckett: Do you see what Julius is doing here!? He's forcing Yarmouth to use all of his rope breaks early! Yarmouth only has one more rope break at his disposal!

Nailz: Yarmouth needs to find some way to make separation without leaving the ring, because that would be an instant disqualification! In fact, that's how Julius found himself starting this match here tonight!

As the ref tries to back Julius up to give Yarmouth a chance to get up, Julius is right back again, slapping on the Windsor Knot once more! Yarmouth has no choice but to make the rope break once more, utilizing his last rope break! Julius waits til the count of four, and the ref is physically pulling the Tap Out Champion off of Everyone's Favorite Fella! Yarmouth is finally able to get up to his feet, and as Julius comes rushing in once more, Yarmouth slugs him right in the chin!

Nailz: This could be the opening that Yarmouth needs to get back in this contest!

Beckett: He's already weathered four Windsor Locks, but even if he can make it past Julius, I don't like his chances for going the distance in this match!

Julius is dazed as he makes his way up to his feet, and Yarmouth measures him up before leaping up, looking to Choke A Fella! However, Julius shoves him off before he can lock it in, and Yarmouth falls hard back first into the mat! Julius flips him over onto his belly, and applies a fifth Windsor Lock in the middle of the ring! Yarmouth has no choice but to TAP OUT! DING! DING! DING!

Eliminated: Yarmouth[/center]

Nailz: And with that, Julius dispatches Yarmouth. But he still has three opponents to go!

Beckett: Julius was single minded in his approach to this first match of the Gauntlet! He was looking to eliminate Yarmouth as quick as possible, while exerting as little energy as possible, and he succeeded! Save for the shot to the chin he took, he was relatively unscathed in that match!

[glow=brown,2,300]I WANNA GET CHOCOLATE WASTED!!!![/glow]



Here comes the "THE SMOOTH ONE" dressed in brown tights with “TSO” down the right leg…”The Smooth One” looks across the arena basking in the cheers of APW faithful. He gingerly strolls to the ring.

Ferrari: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 235 pounds, from Hollywood, California, “The Smooth One” William D. Williams!

Nailz: Williams had a successful debut in the Asylum two weeks ago, defeating Yarmouth to earn the number three seed in this match up!

Beckett: Yeah, but there's a big difference between Yarmouth and the APW Tap Out Champion, Julius Farquhar! This is undoubtedly the biggest test in “The Smooth One's” career!

As he enters the ring he stands in the middle of the extends his arms and basks in the aroma of impending victory. He slowly climbs to the middle turnbuckle and strokes his beard and salutes the APW fans. Before he can get down from the turnbuckle, Julius attacks him from behind, grabbing a hold of his trunks and yanking back on them, sending him falling back first into the mat! The ref calls for the bell once more, DING! DING! DING!

Match 2: Julius Farquhar © vs. William D. Williams

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Julius stomps Williams mercilessly on the mat, before pulling Williams up by the head. He gives Williams a few English Uppercuts, backing him into the corner. He wraps Williams arm around the top rope, and begins pummeling the shoulder socket of his opponent, the ref calls for the rope break, beginning the five count! Julius backs off on four. The ref stands between the two men, allowing Williams to get out of the corner. Once Williams is unhooked, the ref steps back, motioning for the two men to engage. They tie up, and Julius floats behind Williams, trying to apply a Shoulder Lock, but Williams powers his way out, and takes Julius down with an Arm Drag, followed up with an Armbar! Julius claws his way towards the ropes, dragging both the weight of Julius and himself as he makes his first rope break of the match! The ref begins the count, and Williams lets go almost immediately.

Nailz: Both men have used their first of three rope breaks, although in Williams' case, the ref chose it for him!

Chase: It's still fairly early in this leg of the match, but the bottom line is anyone in this slot still needs to defeat three men to leave Madison Square Garden as the champ! If they need to use their rope breaks to prevent further damage, by all means, utilize the tools they have at their disposal!

Both men make their way back up to their feet, and Julius takes a swing at Williams, which he dodges, allowing Williams to get behind Julius and hook him up in the Full Nelson! Williams shakes Julius around a bit before lifting him up and dropping him to the mat with the Chocolate Drop Full Nelson Bomb! As Julius slowly begins to rise again, Williams throws a Short Dropkick to the Face! The fans are getting behind Williams as he attempts to lock on a Kimura on the mat, but Julius struggles mightily, and wiggles out before Williams can apply the hold. Julius rolls towards the ropes, but remembers not to slide out, and he uses them to pull himself back up to his feet. The two men circle the ring, eying each other down, before Julius shoots in to try to take the legs of Williams out from beneath him. Julius' attempt is unsuccessful, however, which allows Williams to get a hold of his head. He yanks Julius up to a vertical base, and takes him right back down with a lightning quick Snap Suplex! He then rolls Julius onto his belly, and begins stomping the living day lights out Julius' back, focusing on the small of the champ's back!

Nailz: We're seeing Williams really focus on the back of Julius right now, perhaps trying to set him up for the Smoothed OUT.

Beckett: That's really your best shot in matches like this, picking a part of the body and working it until you can set up for your submission holds!

After about a dozen stomps, Williams grabs a hold of Julius' left leg and applies a Single Leg Crab, placing his knee into the small of Julius' back to increase the pressure! Julius screams out in pain, but endures the hold as he reaches back and tries to get a hold of William D. Williams' leg. Williams knows he's not going to get the tap out with the Single Leg Crab, so he lets go of the hold, and jumps up, driving both knees into the back of Julius! The fans cheer as the move connects, and Julius clutches his back in pain!

Nailz: I've got to say, I'm really impressed with William D. Williams right now! He's really taking it to the champion right about now! If he keeps this up, we could be seeing the end of Julius' title run sooner, rather than later!

Beckett: Well let's be honest here, Julius' chances of leaving this Gauntlet with the title are slim to none! Sure, he's already dispatched Yarmouth, but he still has to get past a very game William D. Williams, and if he can survive the Smooth One, he has Keaton Saint and T.J. breathing down his neck!

The Smooth One is in full control as he reaches down to pull Julius up to his feet, and whips him towards the ropes, nailing Julius with a Dropkick to the Knees on the rebound, causing him to crash face first into the mat! Julius rolls onto his back, and Williams grabs a hold of his legs, looking to go for his version of the Texas Cloverleaf, the OTS. Julius, for his part, fights it, and manages to kick Williams off before he can apply the hold! Julius then rolls back to create some separation between the Smooth One and himself, and as Williams rushes back in, Julius ducks the attempted Clothesline, and as Williams puts on the brakes, he gets pulled in for a Side Russian Leg Sweep! He then proceeds to stomp the ankle of Williams, attacking with almost a crazed look in his eyes!

Nailz: We've seen William D. Williams dominate much of this leg of the match, but Julius looks like a man possessed as he attempts his comeback!

Beckett: Julius is so dangerous when he gets to this place! The man knows how to hurt people!

Julius grabs a hold of Williams' ankle and drags him towards the ropes, placing it on the bottom rope. Julius gives it a few more stomps before grabbing a hold of the top rope and dropping all of his weight across the knee joint of The Smooth One!

Beckett: If he can hobble Williams, that can only help the champ!

The ref is calling for Julius to back up, but Julius stands right up and jumps up again, dropping across the knee of Williams again! The fans are giving Julius a ration, booing him at the top of their lungs! Julius just waves at the crowd, infuriating them, before turning his attention back to William, pulling him away from the ropes, grabbing a hold of his foot, and performing a DDT-type move on the foot!

Nailz: What a nasty maneuver! It hyper-extends the knee on the way down, as well as has the potential to bruise the foot!

Beckett: Well there's a good reason that Julius is the Tap Out Champion, it's because he knows what he's doing in that ring! Everything Julius does is meant to hurt his opponent, truly hurt them! He's a technical master, to be sure, but he's also stiff as hell!

Williams is holding his ankle in pain as Julius gives him a hard stomp to the midsection! Julius then grabs a hold of both legs, holding them up and stomping through them to attack Williams' midsection, although the stomps do look suspiciously close to being south of the border! Julius then goes for the Spinning Toe Hold, but as he's spinning around, Williams gives him a boot right to the rear end, sending Julius crashing neck first into the middle rope! Williams has a slight limp as he makes his way back up to his feet, but fights through the pain, giving Julius some hard punches to the kidneys before pulling him up off the ropes and shooting him towards the corner! He hits with a Body Splash in the corner, and as Julius stumbles out of the corner, he gets lifted up for a ring shaking Brainbuster! Williams grits his teeth in pain, and rubs his ankle a bit as he reaches down to pull Julius up to his feet. He yells out to the crowd, “Let's Smooth this OUT!” getting loud cheers from the fans before delivering an Inverted Headlock Backbreaker to the champion, and holding him in position, stretching Julius' back out across his own! Williams uses his free arm to hook one of Julius' legs to prevent him from getting out of the hold, and Julius' eyes are wide as Williams has the hold on deep!

Nailz: Julius is in big trouble here! We've seen Williams end matches with this hold!

Beckett: What I like about the Smoothed Out is the fact that William's doesn't have to support the entire weight of Julius with this hold, thus making his ankle injury less of a factor than it otherwise would be!

The fans are chanting “TAP OUT! TAP OUT!” as loud as they can, but then begin to boo loudly as Julius uses his free leg to kick and push his other leg free from Williams' clutch, and then flips his body over Williams' body, and escaping the hold! He then runs to the opposite ropes and like a flash, nails the hunched over Williams with the Pay Homage!

Beckett: They could hear the impact of that stiff, brutal Shining Wizard in the cheap seats!

Williams is knocked loopy as Julius drags him towards the middle of the ring, and applies the Spinning Toe Lock! Williams tries to kick him off, but Julius is so focused, and has such great leverage that Williams has no choice but to TAP OUT! DING! DING! DING!

Eliminated: William D. Williams[/center]

Beckett: Two down, two to go for Julius!

Nailz: A great showing from Williams in only his second match on the Asylum brand! He may not have been able to take out the champion, but he has a lot to be proud of hanging with Julius as well as he did there!

The fans erupt into cheers as the melody of "Cold War" by Janelle Monae signals the arrival of Keaton Saint, who makes his presence known as the song begins to pick up tempo.

Ferrari: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 248 pounds, from London, England, “The Paragon of Wrestling” Keaton Saint!

Nailz: Saint got this fourth slot because he lost the coin flip to TJ following Julius getting himself disqualified in the seeding match! There's a lot of people who have criticized Reginald Schmidt's choice to let it come to a coin flip, but you're not going to hear any complaints from Keaton, who is focused on making the most of this title opportunity!

Saint makes his way to the ring high-fiving some of the fans in the attendance before entering the ring and blocking an attempted attack by Julius as the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Match 3: Julius Farquhar © vs. Keaton Saint

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Beckett: Julius wasn't even waiting for the bell to get this one started!

Keaton blocks another punch from Julius, and responds with a couple of Forearm Smashes to the face, staggering the champion, before taking him down with a Short Lariat! Saint follows up with a series of Elbow Drops to the chest of Jules, before rolling the Champion onto his belly and applying a Chinlock! Keaton rides the hold for the better part of a minute, stretching out Julius' back!

Nailz: This is a very smart move by Keaton Saint, considering how much William D. Wiliams' focused on Julius' back! Keaton is following suit!

Keaton knows he's not going to finish the champ with a simple Chin Lock, so he pulls Julius up to his feet, and applies an Abdominal Stretch, working the midsection of Julius even more! The fans are cheering loudly for Saint, and bring up the “TAP OUT! TAP OUT!” chant once more!

Beckett: These fans do not like Julius one bit, and want to see him lose his belt here tonight!

Nailz: And don't discount the fact that they love Keaton Saint!

As Keaton has the hold locked in, he uses his free arm to drive his elbow into the ribs of Julius again and again, causing the champion to scream out in pain! After a few moments, Keaton releases the hold, and shoves the limp Julius down to the mat! He motions for Julius to get up, and as his fellow Englishman does, Keaton gives him a few Knife Edge Chops, backing him into the corner! As Keaton reaches in to sit Julius up on the top turnbuckle, Julius responds with a Thumb to the Eye, and the ref admonishes Julius while the fans boo him loudly!

Nailz: What a low down, dirty thing for Julius to do there!

Beckett: He may have save himself the match there, because Keaton has been just dominating him! This gives Julius a brief moment to recover and plan a counter-attack!

Julius fights his way out of the corner with a couple of English Uppercuts, before wrestling Keaton to the Mat with a Fireman's Carry! He then locks on a Side Headlock on the mat, resting his head on the back of Keaton!

Beckett: This is a very smart maneuver from Julius at this point in the match. He's beat up, worn down, and has already fought to men at this point. By applying this hold, he not only has Keaton trapped in a position that will wear Saint down, but it allows Julius to rest up a bit, regain some energy.

Julius rides the headlock for a while, the fans booing him the whole time. Keaton tries to push himself up, but Julius, while maintaining control of the head, floats over onto Keaton's back, putting all of his weight on the body of the challenger! Julius just lays on top of Keaton, wrenching his head, while the fans yell, “BORING! BORING!” at Julius. After a bit, Julius is able to break the clasp of Julius' hands, and bucks the champion off of his back! As both men make their way to their feet, they begin to trade Knife Edge Chops, with the fans yelling out a loud “WOOOO!” with each chop!

“WOOOO!”

“WOOOO!”

“WOOOO!”

“WOOOO!”

“WOOOO!”“WOOOO!”“WOOOO!”

Keaton strings together a series of three chops, bringing the fans to their feet as he pulls Julius in for an Inverted Atomic Drop, followed up with a stiff Lariat that almost decapitates the champion! With Julius down, Keaton goes for the Guillotine Leg Drop, but Julius rolls out of the way at the last moment! As both men get back up, Julius launches a kick towards the midsection of Saint, but Keaton catches his foot and takes Julius down with a Dragon Screw! Unfortunately for Keaton, the referee was in horrible position, and as Julius goes flying into the mat, he crashes into the referee, bonking heads!

Beckett: Want to take bets on how long the ref will be out after knockin' noggins with Julius Farquhar!?

Nailz: Knowing Keaton's luck, probably just after Julius finds some way to cheat!

Keaton has an exasperated look on his face, and he attempts to revive the ref. However, as he's doing so, Julius comes from behind and rocks him with a Forearm Smash Low Blow! The fans let Julius have it, booing him at the top of their lungs! Julius looks as pleased as punch as he rolls out of the ring, and reaches beneath the apron, emerging with his 3lb Grays-Nicolls 'Legend' Cricket Bat! Keaton is coughing in the ring while clutching his jollies in pain, as Julius slides back into the ring with the Cricket Bat in hand. He measures up his opponent, motioning for Keaton to get up. Julius takes a quick peek in the ref's direction, and the man in the zebra shirt isn't even stirring. He then turns his attention to Keaton, who's still making his way back up. Julius winds up, and swings for the fences, but Keaton ducks the shot, and nails Julius with a stiff kick to the midsection causing him to drop the back, followed up with a Gutwrench Powerbomb that causes Julius to land across the bat! Keaton then picks up the bat as the fans pop! Julius is holding his back in pain as Keaton brings the bat down across his chest and belly again and again! The fans are cheering at the top of their lungs, while Julius rolls out of the ring to escape the barrage from Keaton! Keaton throws the bat out of the ring towards Julius, and calls for him to come back into the ring, while the ref is still out!

Nailz: Does Julius have a steel plate in his head that we don't know about!? That ref's been out for an awfully long time!

Beckett: They just don't make them like they used to!

Julius shakes his head no, and Keaton, frustrated, follows Julius outside the ring! The two men begin to brawl on the floor, trading punches and chops with such ferocity and speed that both men's chests are quickly turned red! Keaton gets the advantage, and pulls Julius in for a Stalling Fisherman Suplex, dropping him right on the mats! Julius is knocked silly as Keaton reaches down to pull him back up, but Julius reaches out and grabs the Cricket Bat, getting a lucky swing behind him that nails Keaton right between the eyes! The fans are livid as Julius rolls back into the ring, leaving Keaton on the outside! The ref begins to show signs of life as Keaton begins to make his way to his feet, albeit slowly.

Beckett: Keaton better get back in the ring before the ref gets up, otherwise, the ref will think he left the ring on purpose!

Keaton notices the movement from the ref, and rushes to get back into the ring, but unfortunately for him, as he steps upon the apron, the ref comes to and immediately calls for the bell! DING! DING! DING!

Eliminated: Keaton Saint[/center]

Nailz: What a croc! Keaton got robbed here tonight!

Beckett: Evan as a fan of Julius, I've got to agree that that was some screwy officiating there! But the ref didn't see how Keaton left the ring, just that he was out of the ring!

Keaton is arguing with the ref, while Julius sits in the corner, pointing to his head, indicating his intelligence. The ref, for his part, tells Keaton that all he saw was Keaton out of the ring, and he made the call. More referees come out to escort Keaton to the back, while the fans chant “BULLCRAP! BULLCRAP!”

Nailz: That came out just about as well for Julius as he could have hoped for! A tough break for Keaton Saint for sure!

Beckett: But the story of this match is the fact that Julius is now just one man away from running the table and successfully defending his Tap Out Championship! Nobody, and I mean nobody, saw this coming!

Julius' look of satisfaction immediately switches to a look of pure disgust as The lights go out and the arena is silent minus the crowd noise. Red and White light go throughout the arena as the opening cords of Nonpoint's “Hide and Seek” play. As the lyrics begin, TJ comes out and the lights come back on as the red lights still flash.

Ferrari: And the final opponent, weighing in at 285 pounds, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, “The Soul of Philly” TJ!

Nailz: How appropriate is it that it comes down to these two! After all the garbage Julius has put TJ through since the summer, TJ gets Julius in the ring, in the final match of this Tap Out Gauntlet!

Beckett: Julius has beaten TJ twice before, and he'll beat him here again!

TJ leans back and roars and then TJ walks down to the ring and slides in the ring, making his way right for Julius in the corner as the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Match 4: Julius Farquhar © vs. TJ

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TJ is going to town on Julius in the corner, clubbing him and pounding him with fists as Julius tries desperately to defend himself! TJ violently yanks him out of the corner, whipping him into the ropes, and catching him with his Chokelift Spinebuster combo, The Soulbuster! The fans explode into cheers, and they only grow louder as TJ rolls Jules onto his belly, ties up Julius' legs and applies a Dragon Sleeper, getting on the Philadelphia Cheeselock in the center of the ring! Julius has no choice but to TAP OUT! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: “The Soul of Philly” TJ[/center]

Ferrari: Here is your winner, and the new APW Tap Out Champion, “The Soul of Philly” TJ!

“Hide and Seek” can barely be heard over the deafening cheers of the fans as TJ is handed the APW Tap Out Title belt and has his arm raised in victory! Julius feebly rolls out of the ring, and mopes as he heads up the ramp, holding his back in pain. As he does so, Yarmouth, William D. Williams, and Keaton Saint all walk down the ramp towards the ring, and join TJ in his celebration!

Nailz: TJ does it! TJ finally got the win over Julius Farquhar here tonight, and he did so in dominant fashion!

Beckett: Please! TJ only won the title because Julius had already fought through three other men! Had Julius been fresh, there's no doubt in my mind that things would have gone differently!

Nailz: That's just sour grapes! It's Julius' own fault that he started this match, and he paid for it with his title! Congratulations to TJ!

Yarmouth and Keaton raise TJ onto their shoulders, as he holds his new title high in the air. APW Christmas Chaos cuts backstage, where Cindy Shannon is standing in the interview area.

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

Biggs walks into view, and he has his trademark smirk across his face.

Biggs: Merry Christmas, Cindy!

Cindy: Thank you, Merry Christmas to you too. Biggs, we just saw TJ defeat Julius Farquhar to win the APW Tap Out Championship. Later tonight, you have the opportunity to win the APW Undisputed Championship from Terry Marvin. What do you think it's going to take for us to see another title change here tonight in your match?

Biggs: Well the smart alec answer would be for me to say that I need to either pin Terry Marvin or get him to submit, but if you want something more detailed then that, I think what it's going to come down to is who can dictate the pace of the match. Terry may be bigger and stronger than me, and is in excellent condition, but if I can keep the pace of the match up, keep the tempo high, then I like my chances here tonight.

2012 has been called the Year of Terry Marvin, and rightfully so. Despite his character flaws, despite the fact that he's a dishonest man, Terry Marvin has had the kind of year here in APW that few even dream of having. He started the year as Overdrive Champion, won Test for the Best, and won the APW Undisputed Championship. He survived the Elimination Chamber with his title intact. The man is as impressive as they come in the ring, he just happens to be a Jerkasaurus Rex! And while I know I don't have much room to talk in that regards, the fact is, I need to thank Terry Marvin here tonight.

Cindy: Thank him? Why?

Biggs: Well, for the Christmas present. He told me himself that he picked me to be his opponent in this match up, and while I know it's because he thinks he'll have an easy time defeating me here tonight, I look forward to proving him wrong out in that ring. This isn't the first time I've come into an Undisputed Championship Match as the underdog, and it's a role I embrace. I know that Terry's already looking ahead to a potential match with Level-One down the line, but he needs to get past me first. Just because the fans have chosen to embrace me following his sudden but inevitable betrayal doesn't mean that I've softened up or am now unwilling to bend the rules if need be in the ring. I'm just as smart, calculating, and clever in that ring, and he's going to find out first hand tonight why they call me the Spaceman, because I'm quite simply...

Biggs pauses to let the fans join in with him on his catch phrase.

Biggs: OUT OF THIS WORLD!

Cindy: Thank you for your time, Biggs, and good luck out there tonight.

Biggs: Thanks Cindy.

Biggs walks off screen.

Cindy: Back to you guys at ringside!

[President Jeff]

Harvey: Back to the action here at Christmas Chaos, up next we have the highly anticipated Overdrive Title match between Mark Mania and Azrael Goeren.

Chase: I kinda feel like we should have brought ponchos to the ring for this one...I've got a feeling its going to get pretty messy out here in a few minutes.

Harvey: You're probably right.

Chase: Don't ever agree with me again. It sickens me.

Harvey: This rivalry between Mania and Goeren began a few weeks back when they met during an Overdrive match and Goeren was disqualified when he refused to let go of a submission hold. Since then they've traded heated barbs on the microphone and then ended up brawling through the arena at last Overdrive but not before agreeing to meet each other tonight under No Disqualification rules.

Chase: Which means there are no rules. Wrestling 101.

Harvey: You're pretty sassy for this match, aren't you?

Chase: No, I just don't like it when you lie to all of our great fans! Tell the people what REALLY happened there, Darren. Mark Mania sneak attacked Goeren during the last Overdrive! Completely unwarranted if you ask me, and then he has the audacity to smash Goeren's Escalade? Mark Mania should be in prison!

Harvey: How much did Goeren pay you to say all of those things just now?

Chase: How dare you, sir? I'm a professional!

Harvey: Riiiight. Anyways it looks like we're about ready to kick this thing off so let’s get to it!

The scene cuts to the ring as Tony Ferrari stands with a microphone in hand.

Ferrari: The following contest is for the Overdrive Championship and is a No Disqualification match!

The sold-out Madison Square Garden fans jump to their feet and cheer wildly as the camera zooms in on a "This Sign Brought To You By Mania Enterprises" poster in the front row.

Ferrari: Introducing first, the challenger! Weighing in tonight at 215 pounds, he hails from Eberswalde, Germany...AZZZZZZZZRAEL GOEREN!

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

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

He finally makes it to ringside but stops and tries to slap hands with a few fans nearby who predictably recoil away from him. He makes his way over to the announce table where he and Johnny Chase meet in a manly bro-hug, although the camera is able to catch Goeren slipping an envelope of money into Johnny's pocket during the embrace. He then slides underneath the bottom rope and climbs to the second turnbuckle, glaring out at the seething audience with another twisted grin before jumping down and reclining up against the ring ropes.

Harvey: Did you two just do a crooked business deal on live television?!

Chase: I have no idea what you're talking about! I plead the 5th! Let’s do our jobs and focus on the match here!

Ferrari: His opponent...he hails from Melrose, Massachusetts and weighs in tonight at 235 pounds...he is the APW Overdrive Champion...MARK MANIAAAAAAAAAAAA!

"This Means War" by Busta Rhymes plays out over the loud speaker as on the jumbo tron a giant video of Mark Mania's career highlights plays. Mark Mania walks out from backstage with the Overdrive Championship Title securely over his shoulder. He raises it above his head with his right arm as the crowd cheers. He walks down the ramp slapping the hands of the fans as he gets down there. He slides under the bottom rope and hands the Overdrive title off to the referee.

Harvey: Mark Mania looking extremely confident in the ring right now. He won that Overdrive Title in a brutal war against Delikado at One Night In Hell and he's got an entire career's worth of experience in these types of matches.

Chase: He's the champion for a reason, Darren. Not many people can be at the top of their game for as long as Mania has. You better strap yourself in, looks like we're about ready to kick this off.

Mania glares over at the grinning Goeren, not taking his eyes off of him since he entered the ring. The referee holds the Overdrive Title up in the air between the two men before handing it off to a ring attendant. He checks with Goeren...he checks with Mania...and then calls for the bell!

OVERDRIVE TITLE MATCH
Mark Mania © vs. Azrael Goeren

Immediately, Mark Mania charges Goeren into the corner with a hard shoulder and starts hammering down lefts and rights. Goeren slumps down in the corner and attempts to defend himself, but Mania yanks him up by the neck and hooks his waist, sending him sprawling to the middle of the ring with a release suplex. Mania slams his boot down hard on Goeren's face and begins to stomp away at his midsection. Goeren attempts to roll over to his back, but Mania grabs a handful of his hair and pulls him to his feet before crashing him back down to the mat with a beautiful reverse DDT. Mania does not let up and drops the elbow across the German's sternum. He gets back to his feet and drops another vicious elbow as Goeren looks to cover up. Mania moves down to one knee behind Goeren and locks in a sleeper hold as Goeren squirms to free himself. The referee gets right in Goeren's face asking if he wants to give it up, but Goeren screams "NEIN" and tries to break the hold by slamming his own elbow into Mania's gut. Mania keeps the hold locked in tight, refusing to break it.

Harvey: Mark Mania has absolutely stormed out of the gates here in this match! I don't think Goeren expected this early onslaught at all!

Chase: Mania is really pulling back on Goeren's neck, do you see that? Choke hold! Choke hold!

Harvey: No disqualification, remember?

Chase: Damn it!

With a tight grip around Goeren's throat, Mania pulls back to apply even more pressure. Goeren, looking like he's fading fast, manages to slam the back of his head into Mania's face and break the hold. Mania moves back in, looking like he's going to lock in a DDT but Goeren reaches up and grabs the back of his head and drives him down into the mat with a violent jawbreaker. Goeren groggily gets to his feet, still feeling the effects of Mania's sleeper hold and grinds his boot down across Mania's jaw. Goeren grabs hold of the ropes for extra leverage and continues to rake his boot across Mania's face. He pulls Mania up to his feet and hits a stiff European uppercut that sends Mania against the ropes. Instead of moving in for the kill though, Goeren stops and starts digging into his boot as if he's looking for something.

Harvey: What in the world is he doing? What's he looking for?

Chase: I have no idea but even I gotta admit that was a dumb move on Goeren's part. You don't let a guy like Mark Mania have any time to recover in a match like this.

Harvey: Looks like Mania is about to make Goeren pay for that procrastination!

Mania, seeing his opportunity, charges at Goeren and nearly decapitates him with a running lariat as the fans let out a huge cheer. Mania hauls Goeren up and sets him against the ropes before taking a few steps back. Mania smiles and charges forward, smashing his elbow right into the side of Goeren's skull and knocking him up and over the top rope to the floor below. Goeren stumbles to his feet and turns back towards the ring just in time for Mania's feet to crash into his face with a diving baseball slide. The fans are going crazy as Mania steps through the ropes and stands on the apron, sizing Goeren up and crashing his fists down across his back with a double axehandle. Goeren recoils in pain, grabbing at his back before Mania pulls him by his hair and tosses him headfirst into the ring post!

MANIA! MANIA! MANIA!

Harvey: Goeren looks like he's out on his feet and Mania is digging under the ring for some goodies now. We definitely expected this to boil over at some point, looks like we didnt have to wait long.

Chase: Oh no. Oh nononono. Mania is pulling out a table! Wake up Goeren! Wake up!

To thunderous applause at ringside, Mania pulls out a wooden table from underneath the ring and sets it up in front of the barricade. He moves back to a still dazed Goeren who has yet to move after having his head slammed into the ring post. He grabs hold of Goeren but Azrael brutally slams his elbow right into Mania's stomach. Mania lets go of his grip and Azrael responds with a series of stiff jabs right to Mania's jaw. Goeren backs up to give himself room and looks to be going for a running clothesline, but Mania ducks it, hooks Goeren around the waist and drives him right through the table with lifting spinebuster!

AP-DUB! AP-DUB! AP-DUB!

Harvey: Dear God, somewhere in that mangled mess of wood and metal are Mark Mania and Azrael Goeren! Mania has got to capitalize on that move.

Chase: It looks like he's already back on his feet and is dragging Goeren's body behind him.

Mania pushes Goeren back into the ring and immediately dives for the cover.

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Goeren somehow manages to get a shoulder up from the canvas but Mania wastes no time and goes back to work. He pulls Goeren back to his feet and locks in a brainbuster, slamming his head down into the mat with a move that shakes the ring. Instead of going for the cover, Mania reaches down to do some more damage but Goeren swings his arm up and nails Mania right in the crotch with a low blow. The sold out arena starts raining boos down on the ring as Mania crumples to the mat in obvious pain. Goeren slowly gets to his feet after buying some time and drives his knee down onto Mania's left leg. He stands up and grabs hold of Mania's leg again, this time dropping an elbow across it before scrambling back to a vertical base and starts to stomp away at Mania's lower torso. He drags Mania over to the corner of the ring but strangely slides out of the ring and heads to the arena floor. He then grabs hold of Mania's legs from the outside and POSTS him hard before slamming his left leg against the iron. Goeren stares out at the seething crowd before grabbing Mania's legs and wrapping them around the ring post, falling back into a figure-four!

Chase: YES! That's the Iron Cross! Goeren's got it locked in now! He's going to snap Mania's leg like a friggin twig!

Harvey: Mania is screaming in pain right now and the referee is absolutely powerless to do anything about this. Goeren is yelling at the referee to ask Mania if he gives up!

The referee drops into position as Mania's face is turning a deep crimson from the pain. He asks but Mania screams out "NO!" and gets a huge cheer from the crowd in response. Azrael pulls back as far as he can, using his free hand to punch at Mania's knees in the process. The referee asks again and Mania still shakes him off, valiantly hanging out through the immense pain. Goeren angrily pulls back one final time but Mania still shakes his head, causing an irate Goeren to release the hold out of frustration. Mania slowly pulls his legs back into the ring and tries to pull himself up with the ring ropes but is badly favoring his knee. Goeren wastes no time on the outside and pushes the time keeper out of his folding chair, grabbing hold of it and sneaking back into the ring behind Mania. Goeren sizes up his opportunity and waits for Mania to turn before he crashes the steel chair right across Mania's face! Mania slumps to the canvas and Goeren hooks the leg.

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Harvey: WHOA! How did Mark Mania manage to kick out of that? With an injured knee, a swollen jaw and a chair brought down right across his head, he just keeps coming. That's the hallmark of a true champion!

Chase: I'll give him props, that was pretty amazing. I can't believe he managed to kick out...and neither can Goeren!

Azrael screams at the referee, holding up three fingers as the ref waves him off. Azrael grabs hold of the steel chair he dropped and starts ramming it into Mania's injured knee over and over again like a wild man. He raises the chair high in the air but Mania reaches out and grabs hold of Goeren's ankle, pulling his leg out from underneath him and sending him crashing to the mat. Goeren reaches out for the chair but Mania has the other end of it and drives it right into Goeren's face! Mania hobbles back to up his feet and holds the chair in the air for everyone to see as Goeren is thrashing around on the mat and holding his nose. When he pulls his hands away, it’s clear his gnarled nose has been broken as blood gushes from a deep, gruesome gash. Mania, showing no remorse, drives the end of the steel chair back into Goeren's face and manages to actually break the chair from the force of the blow! Goeren turns over as a pool of blood starts to form underneath him, but Mania pulls him up to his feet in the center of the ring, hooks his leg and slams him back to the mat with a fisherman's suplex! The referee slides in for the pin!

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Chase: Man oh man, Goeren just barely squirmed out of that one. Mark Mania is a beast in this match, he's just not letting up!

Harvey: You have to believe that if Mania didn't have that injured knee, he would have had more leverage in that pin attempt and would have put Goeren away for good there. Wait...where's Mania going now?

Chase: No doubt looking for a new weapon to use...

Mania slides underneath the bottom rope and moves back to the wreckage that used to be the wooden table he smashes Goeren through earlier. He grabs hold of one of the metal table legs and rips it free from its surroundings, clutching it in his right hand as he stares back at Goeren who is still covering his face in the ring. He looks out at the crowd...looks back in the ring...and smiles. He crawls back into the ring, holding the table leg like a club. He waits for Goeren to stir and then slams the table leg right across the back of Goeren's head! He pushes Goeren over to his back and drives the table leg right into Goeren's face, jamming it hard into his broken nose and then jabbing it violently across his face.

Chase: Holy Hell! He's going to blind Das Mega Star! Come on ref, get in there! The guy is a lunatic!

Harvey: The ref is just there to count in this one, Johnny. Besides, I think Goeren deserves...oh my god! Look at Goeren's face! That's absolutely disgusting, I don't think he can even see out of that right eye anymore!

Mania tosses the table leg down on the mat and drags Goeren into the middle of the ring. Mania gets to his feet and drops a fist right across Goeren's mangled face before hooking his leg.

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Goeren barely gets his shoulder up from the mat at the last possible second as Mania continues his assault. He drags Goeren to his knees and delivers a stiff knee of his own right to Goeren's face. Goeren teeters backwards but does not fall. Mania moves in for the kill, but Goeren pulls his head down and rolls him into a small package!

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Harvey: Pretty sneaky move there by Goeren, it looks like it bought himself some time though!

Chase: These two guys are pulling out all the stops for the Overdrive Title. It looks like both of these guys have been through the meat grinder.

Goeren immediately locks Mania's head and drives his knees right into his skull. He pulls Mania to his feet and kicks his own feet back, using his momentum to drive Mania's head down into the mat with a swinging DDT. Instead of going for the cover, Azrael backs off and starts digging in his boot again. Mania recovers and spears Goeren into the corner, leaning back to connect with a hook but Goeren manages to get his hands up to block and responds with a stiff headbutt. Mania stumbles back a step as a cut breaks out across his forehead. Azrael sees red and launches himself into a Lou Thesz press and starts wildly clawing at the wound, looking to break it open further. He grabs hold of Mania's head and repeatedly slams it hard into the mat before he gets up and backs off.

Harvey: Mania is stirring, both men now a bloody mess...Mania has gotten to his knees...

Chase: BLITZKRIEG! BLITZKRIEG! GOEREN JUST NAILED THAT BUZZSAW SIDEKICK RIGHT TO MANIA'S SKULL!

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The fans erupt with cheers as Mania manages to roll out of the pin. Goeren has completely lost his mind, screaming at the referee and pushing him into a corner, not believing that Mania managed to kick out of his patented kick. Azrael digs at his own bloody face in frustration before he storms on over to Mania who has yet to move after kicking out. He pulls a crimson-masked Mania to his feet and goes to sweep his leg out into an STO, but Mania stops him with an elbow to the side of his head. Mania delivers another hard elbow that staggers Goeren backwards before kicking him hard in the stomach and pulling his head down into a piledriver position. With everything he's got, Mania lifts Goeren up and crashes him down headfirst into the mat. He drapes himself over Goeren's body as the referee starts to count.

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Harvey: I can't believe it, I thought Mania had him there! What do these two men have to do to keep the other one down?

Chase: Neither man wants to give this up, it’s like a bloody war of attrition in there!

Mania looks wearily over at Goeren who has only recently started to stir after the piledriver. He pulls him to his feet but Goeren meets him with a blatant slap of disrespect across his face. Mania responds with a right. Goeren responds with a left. Both men brawling it out in the middle of the ring, their hands covered in blood from each other's face. Mania leans back and delivers a hard shot that finally sends Goeren crumpling to the mat in a heap. Mania moves right in, grabbing Goeren's bloody head with his left hand and slamming his right fist directly into his face.

MANIA! MANIA! MANIA!

Harvey: Goeren isn't even defending himself anymore he's...he's...what is he doing? He's reaching down to his boot again even with Mania throwing hammer blows down right on top of him!

Chase: He's been at that all match, I have no idea what he's...

Harvey: Hold on, he just took something out. What is...

Goeren starts to bring his hands up from his boots and pushes something directly into Mania's line of sight. Mania quickly reacts and slaps the small black canister out of Goeren's hand as it rolls across the mat and hits the referee's foot. The ref holds the canister up as Mania catches a glimpse of what it was.

Harvey: Are you kidding me?! That's a can of pepper spray! Azrael Goeren was trying to get a canister of mace out of his boot the entire time! That's how he wanted to win this thing?

The referee wisely pockets the canister as Mania glares down at a battered Goeren who responds by clawing at Mania's eyes, trying to force Mania off of him. Goeren succeeds and kicks Mania off as both men seemingly spot the last weapon remaining in the ring: The metal table leg that Mania used on Goeren earlier. Both men dive for the table leg, but Mania gets to it first and rams it right back into Azrael's face, causing his eye socket to disgustingly swell up even more.

Chase: I think the whole pepper spray attempt by Goeren has really pissed Mania off.

Harvey: Gee, ya think?!

Goeren is rolling around the ring in extreme pain before Mania grabs him around the throat and hauls him to his feet. Mania looks like he's going to hit him with the table leg again...instead he drops the leg onto the mat...

Chase: What the...?

Harvey: BOOT TO THE STOMACH! MANIA HAS GOEREN'S ARMS HOOKED!

Mania methodically positions himself near the metal table leg and with a quick 180 degree spin, he slams Goeren face first onto the metal piece with a crushing Mania Madness! Mania slowly rolls Goeren over to his back and hooks his leg!

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Winner: Mark Mania

Ferrari: Your winner via pinfall...and STILL Overdrive Champion...Mark Mania!

Harvey: What an absolutely amazing win by Mark Mania! He brought a whole world of hurt down on Azrael Goeren tonight and proved just why he's one of the very best Overdrive champions APW has ever seen!

Chase: Ugh. As much as I hate to say it, you gotta the guy a hell of a lot of credit. Mania came into this one focused and ready to defend his title by any means necessary and that's exactly what he did.

A ring attendant hands Mark Mania his Overdrive Title as he holds it high in the air to raucous applause from the APW faithful, standing over Azrael Goeren who still has yet to move after getting hit with Mania Madness. He makes his way back up the ramp as medics hit the ring to attend to Goeren.

On his way back to the locker room area after the Tap Out Title Gauntlet Match, “The Smooth One” William D. Williams abruptly crosses paths with The Dying Breed, who happened to be walking in the opposite direction.

Anthony Bailey: Hey J, look who it is.

Bailey sparsely taps J-Hop on the shoulder as The Smooth One is surprised by the former World Champion’s acknowledgement of him.

The Smooth One: Good evening gentlemen, how are you both doing?

The Smooth One extends his right hand to shake the hands of The Dying Breed. They extend theirs back.

J-Hop: We're doing fine. Allow us to officially introduce ourselves; I’m Jair…

Anthony Bailey: And I’m Anthony, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I enjoyed you on the Simon Says podcast last weekend.

The Smooth One: My name is William and I know exactly who you two are. And thank you, but honestly…the pleasure is all mine. I highly respect what the two of you do around here.

Anthony Bailey: Thank you my brother. We’re just some young men trying to fulfill our calling in this business.

J-Hop: Oh and by the way, great match out there earlier. We got a chance to catch some of it.

The Smooth One: Thank you. Too bad I came up short though.

Anthony Bailey: Don’t be so hard on yourself because you did what you had to do. Winning is good and everything, but the real key to success is keeping the right people around you.

The Smooth One silently soaks in The Promise’s words of wisdom.

J-Hop: We gotta get going but if you aren’t doing anything tonight after the show, we’ll be hanging out with some friends of mine and painting the town. We’re in my city so you know we’re going to live it up.

The Smooth One: That sounds like a great idea. I think that I will take you up on that offer.

Anthony Bailey: Cool, we’ll see you later then. Stop by our locker room if you need anything.

The Dying Breed say their farewells and part ways with The Smooth One

[President Jeff]

The crowd explodes into cheers as "Hometown Hero" by Big K.R.I.T. begins to blare and fog starts to roll down the entrance way. The arena lights turn cyan and the fog creates a haze effect. Anthony "The Promise" Bailey steps out from behind the curtain slowly.

Tony: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, he is one half of the NEW APW Tag team Champions, Anthony Bailey

He stops for a moment, flashes his signature smile, and looks around the arena. Bailey's eyes widen as he strides to the ring greeting multiple fans. He climbs up the ring steps, steps through the ropes and into the ring.

Nailz: Well this is it, the end of a storied rivalry. Anthony Bailey looks to once and for all prove his superiority to the man who's done nothing but be a constant thorn in his side since his arrival.

Beckett: The same could be said for Callahan though. The two just can not co-exist and after eleven straight months of bickering, fighting, constant attacks and fights, it all boils down to this final grudge match to settle things once and for all.

Nailz: Bailey has a lot of pent-up rage and after his Tag Team defeat/victory earlier in the night, he'll be looking to cap off the night by celebrating a monumental victory over his arch rival. Who's going to win this final confrontation between two of Asylum's brightest shining young stars, a former World Champ and a future one?

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

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

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

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

Beckett: My favourite to win, Michael Callahan has so much hatred for Bailey it's unreal. He's been nothing but disrespected and treated like crap because he's not Asylum's “golden boy”, and now he's here to right wrongs and prove why he's the best.

Nailz: No, he's here to answer for his blatant and unjustified attempts to ruin Anthony Bailey's career out of sheer jealousy from his own short comings. Callahan is a bitter, angry man and Bailey is going to right wrongs by showing Callahan why he got the opportunities that Bailey never did. Callahan is a jealous, selfish, cretin of a man.

Grudge Match

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Anthony Bailey Vs Michael Callahan

Nailz: Awh man, this is it! The moment we've been waiting for. Anthony Bailey VS Michael Callahan, a near years worth of rivalry all coming to a head in this true grudge match.

Beckett: Hot damn! These two are going to kill each other. I can't believe how intense things have become these past few weeks. Are you ready?

Nailz: I am so ready.

Without further delay, the referee gives them a brief pep-talk reminding them of their rules and responsibilities but neither of them are listening, they're staring daggers into one another and the crowd are loving it. Realising his words are falling upon deaf ears, the ref dismissively shrugs and signals for the bell prompting a whoop from the fans as the competition finally gets under way. As these two mighty warriors stand across from one another, their faces remain statuesque and unflinching. The hatred in both their eyes is immeasurable yet visible, truly there is nothing more these two men would like to do right now then kill each other and not only is that what these fans want but it's exactly what we're about to see. Let the games begin.

Nailz: This is a stare down for the ages. Who will make the first move?

Beckett: Probably Bailey, he's a sly man.

Callahan slowly raises his hand as if he wished to shake his adversary's hand but instead twisted to the side and then back again as he unleashed a mighty back handed slap across the cheek of Anthony Bailey, knocking the spit right out of his mouth and wrenching his head round. The crowd absolutely eat it up, a unanimous vacuum of air being sucked in at the audacity of Callahan's attack.

Nailz: Oh man! What a slap! Right across the chops to Anthony Bailey.

Beckett: Keep your pimp strong hand, Pimp Master Callahan.

Bailey wipes his cheek, a slow red welt forming where Callahan just slapped him, then looks back towards Callahan almost laughing in disbelief at what just happened to him. Bailey doesn't have to think twice about how to retaliate and returns fire with an absolutely blistering back hand that rattles the teeth of the American Hero. Callahan stumbles back a few steps clutching his aching face, snarling with the fury of Cerberus.

Beckett: OH SNAP! That is how it's done. Take that Callahan, you sucka.

Nailz: Who'd have thought that one of the most intense rivalries of 2012's culminating bout would begin with a battle of the backhands? Will Callahan respond?

Callahan steps up to bat yet again, his face red with pain and fury as he prepares a harder still backhand. He unleashes the shot with all the power he can muster but Bailey wisely ducks the swinging arm and with an off-balance Callahan presented in front of him, The Promise launches himself at The Golden Boy with a Lou Thesz Press and repeated shots to the head as the crowd cheer him on. Callahan can do little but cover himself up as Bailey's hammering shots smack and crack into the side of his head with unmatched brutality, eleven months of repressed fury augmenting the wrecking ball shots he's throwing. In that one moment, the constant abuse, attacks and manipulation of The Great American Freight Train burn through his mind. A vivid image of his uncle Terrence burnt into his mind's eye as the epitome of Callahan's wrong-doing and it does nothing but make him stronger as he pounds Callahan's mush into dust.

Beckett: Damn! Who'd have thought that this high-flier and the classic wrestling purist would explode into a brawl like this?

Nailz: These two live to defy expectations Steve. Bailey has so much pent-up anger that he wants to unleash upon Callahan.

The referee tries to pry Bailey off of Callahan and allow him a chance to recover and more importantly stop Bailey using the closed fist shots which are illegal in wrestling but Bailey is not playing ball.

Anthony Bailey: Let us get on with it Nick. Let us beat the hell out of each other, give the fans what they want!

Referee: I have a responsibility to ensure the safety of the competitors.

Anthony Bailey: Screw your responsibilities. This is personal and needs to be solved now!

Nailz: Bailey and the referee there having some kind words and-

Callahan takes advantage of the distracted Bailey and grabs his head to pull him in range as he surges upward with a skull-shattering headbutt that knocks The Promise off of him and to the mat. Callahan dusts himself off and pushes up to his feet quickly. Anthony is checking his nose for bleeds but not for long as Callahan plants a kick straight into his chest and slams his head against the mat with a loud thump. Callahan unleashes a barrage of kicks and stomps to the chest of the ground Bailey but yet again, the referee seems to take occasion to this.

Referee: Come on man, ease it on the stomping.

Michael Callahan: Anthony was nicer about it then I'm going to be. If you get this match thrown out for whatever reason, I will have people hound you into a panic related coma. Don't count us out, don't disqualify us for minor infractions of the rules and most importantly, use your god damn head.

Beckett: Christ, feel that rage!

Callahan goes to stamp Bailey for the tenth time but Bailey rolls out the way with the grace of a panther with Callahan's boot meeting nothing but the ground as a result. He stumbles awkwardly as the impact to his leg jolts up through the muscles and into his hip, a worthy distraction as Bailey springs to his feet and levels him with a Spinning Punch that knocks Callahan for six and leaves him a crumpled heap on the mat. Bailey wastes no time and dives into the lateral press cover.

Nailz: Cover!

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Beckett: BAILEY GOT HIM! I THINK HE GOT HIM!

Nailz: Nope! Nope! Kickout at two by Callahan. Bailey is frustrated but not disheartened, this can only mean that things are going to get worse.

The referee shrugs at Bailey who wants to believe that he could beat Callahan so easily but knows in his heart that it's not the case. He drags Callahan off the mat and straight into a collar and elbow tie-up only to lift Callahan straight into a Manhattan Drop, a discrete low blow if I'd ever seen one turned straight into a Snap DDT planting Callahan's face onto the mat. Yet again there's another cover attempt but Callahan throws his shoulder up before the referee can even start counting. Bailey pushes him back down into a lateral press.

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Nailz: Bailey is desperate for the cover here! He wants this one ended early.

Beckett: Can you blame him? He's EXHAUSTED after that tag team battle he had before!

Bailey grabs Callahan and pushes him back towards the ropes, Bailey then goes for a clothesline to try and topple him out of the ring but Callahan ducks and spins around to see Callahan lunging at him with the Caucus Clothesline, sending them both crashing to the mat outside in a heap of tangled bodies. The crowd whoop as Bailey is somehow the first to rise from the collision with Callahan following not long after. The referee reaches out of the ring to tell them both to get in the ring but both are not having it and turn on the referee instead of each other.

Michael Callahan: If you start counting ref, it'll be the last call you ever make.

Anthony Bailey: Yeah, what he said!

Nailz: Jesus, nobody likes this referee do they?

Bailey then turns and slams his fore-arm into Callahan's head, then grabs his head and throws him shoulders first into the steel steps. There's a loud clang and the crash of human bodies against steel and Callahan slumps into a heap on the floor. The crowd collectively wince and groan but Bailey hasn't even started yet. He grabs Callahan and hooks him up straight away for the Vertical Suplex, suspending him high above the concrete only to suplex him straight onto the steel steps. Callahan screams in agony and clutches his spine as he falls forward onto his face. The crowd cheer Bailey's display of power.

Beckett: Thank God, the referee has learnt his lesson. Callahan and Bailey would start a riot if he disqualified either of them!

Nailz: Nevermind that, did you see that Suplex? That was unreal! Callahan's back could be broken!

Bailey follows up with his next trick and that's to drag Callahan up for another suplex but this time he angles him towards the crowd barrier facing forward to stop him stomach first onto barricade. He hits it perfectly and leaves Callahan suspended over the crowd barrier, the crowd getting into the action almost as Callahan's kicking legs nearly catch a middle aged lady in the face. Bailey then heads back around to the opposite side of the steel steps and heads under the ring for a steel chair. The referee climbs out of the ring, ready to break it up but Bailey has something different in mind. He tells the referee to wait and see what he does as he sets up the chair just a short distance away from the steel steps.

Nailz: What has Anthony Bailey, the golden boy from Tampa, Florida got in mind for his opponent here? Could this be the coup de grace?

Beckett: With all the hatred he's got for Callahan, he's regaining control of his senses long enough to plan something truly horrific.

Bailey waves the referee out of his way and he steps to one side, knowing that if Bailey does anything wrong he can simply throw the match out. Yet Bailey doesn't and instead takes a running start towards the steel chair, leaping onto it as a springboard, then onto the steel steps before flying off towards the suspended Callahan with a big time senton splash to Callahan on the crowd barrier. He smashes into Callahan perfectly with a sickening thud and both men collapse on the floor in a heap. The crowd start chanting “Holy Shit!” in appreciation for that epic, breath-taking moment.

Nailz: Good LORD! Bailey might've broken Callahan in half with that one! Senton Splash to Callahan on the crowd barrier, both men are down and out! Will this match continue?!

Beckett: I don't know but Callahan's odds just dipped, drastically! I don't like it!

Bailey slowly hauls himself off the canvas and points to the sky, prompting the crowd into another frenzy. Callahan doesn't know what he's in for as he slowly starts to stir. Bailey drags Callahan to his feet and starts to climb the apron and then the turnbuckle yet again looking to punish The American Hero. No sooner has he reached the top rope though, Callahan is on him like a pack dog climbing up the turnbuckle himself. Bailey is balanced precariously atop the turnbuckle when Callahan's fore-arm slams into his back. Bailey looks to fall off but Callahan catches him by wrapping his arms around Bailey's waist and then... AMERICAN SUPLEX! Straight to the concrete below! Unreal!

Nailz: HOLY RA! Can you believe that?! Callahan might've just broken Bailey's neck! American Suplex from that top rope, all the way down to the hard concrete floor below!

Beckett: This is why I love Michael Callahan! He always finds a new way to kill someone!

Neither man moving, the referee starts the count for a double knock out having essentially decided not to bother with ring out count.

Beckett: Damn! If this ends in a double count out, these fans are going to be mad!

Nailz: Bill O'Reilly mad?

Beckett: WORSE!

ONE!

Callahan starts to stir.

TWO!

Bailey starts moving and twitching as well but his eyes are sealed shut.

THREE!

Callahan starts a vain effort to try and get up but lands flat on his face.

FOUR!

Bailey starts to stir now, his eyes slowly peeling open.

FIVE!

Nailz: Referee is up to five now! Will this end like this?

Callahan is up to his knees.

SIX!

Bailey is trying to reach up but can't make it. Callahan is now up.

SEVEN!

Callahan considers letting Bailey stay down there.

EIGHT!

Callahan grabs Bailey and lifts him off the floor, the count resets and the two start brawling again.

Beckett: God bless Callahan, saving this match for the fans.

Nailz: Really? I think he just wanted to make Bailey suffer a little longer.

Callahan grabs Bailey and slams his head into the steel steps to keep him suppressed then heads to the other side of the steps where the chair is and hoofs it halfway up the entrance ramp. The master planner goes right to work and decides his next big plot. He dismantles the steel steps from the ring post and drags it to about mid-way between the two turnbuckles at the edge of the entrance ramp. He then grabs Bailey and slams his face straight into the ring post and then lies him flat out across the steel steps on his back with wicked intentions. Watching with baited breath, the fans don't know what he's going to do next but it's going to be something awesome.

Nailz: Dear Lord, Callahan has some sadistic intentions! He's got Bailey on that steel steps like he's about to sacrifice him on the altar. Nevermind going Medieval on his ass, Callahan is going Ancient Aztec on him!

Beckett: I bet this is going to be on the highlight reel tonight. Whatever Callahan is about to do.

And so it would be. Callahan first climbs on the apron then gestures to the fans as he stomps onto the apron. The fans boo this and some chant for him to take the turnbuckle instead, a plea which he recognises and adheres to. He slowly scales the turnbuckle and takes his position, high above Bailey who's still laid out across the steel steps. First, he stamps his boot then gestures to the fans, then when he puts his elbow out above his head the crowd go bananas and he sees now what he must do. Without even a lick of doubt, Callahan leaps off the top rope with a huge Primary Elbow right onto the steel steps. A crushing blow that damn near caves in Anthony Bailey's chest as he sandwiches him underneath the weight of his driving elbow and on top of the steel steps. The sound it makes is like thunder and Bailey's screams of anguish can be heard even in the cheap seats.

Beckett: YES! WHAT DID I TELL YOU?! MARK OUT MOMENT!

Nailz: Callahan just damn near ended Bailey's career! Primary Elbow onto Bailey and onto the steel steps! That might've broken ribs or even his collar bones! Good God, this is getting ugly in a hurry!

Both men lie motionless still, Bailey still on his sacrificial alter and Callahan slumped against the side of the steps clutching his arm in agony. Callahan did himself plenty an injury with that move, but by far the worst is yet to come. He doesn't even give Bailey a chance to breathe when he starts dragging him up the entrance ramp by his arm. Callahan pulls Bailey up to his knees then thrusts his head between his legs, throwing the rock horns in the air for all to see as he sets up for the Good Ol' Piledriver, which onto steel is almost certainly going to end a career.

Nailz: NO! NO Callahan! Don't do it! You'll break his damn neck!

Beckett: DO IT CALLAHAN! Think about how Bailey put hands on your woman!

As it happens, Callahan took a little bit too long to posture. Bailey pulls himself free of the piledriver and spins around into a fore-arm to Callahan's face to knock him off balance. Bailey then grabs Callahan into a Scoop Slam and reverses his fortunes completely by driving Callahan into the ramp with the Guaranteed Success, a skull-shattering pile driver that not only does it's intended job of completely slowing down Callahan's momentum but busts him wide open. Blood starts to spurt out of his skull in epic proportions, tainting the entrance ramp bright red. Bailey can't help but smile with satisfaction at his handiwork.

Nailz: It was only a matter of time wasn't it 'til we saw blood on the dance floor. The amount of times Callahan has busted open Bailey over the past eleven months, it seems only fair that now here at this final match Bailey gets to even the score!

Beckett: And I thought you were concerned for health and safety! For shame!

Bailey takes a moment and sits on top of the steel steps, arms folded and calm as you like as he watches Callahan lie out cold on the entrance ramp soaking in his own life fluid. Already, Callahan is a crimson mask.

Beckett: Look at that smug jerk Bailey just watching Callahan lying there like a piece of meat.

Nailz: He's just admiring the view, Becky.

It's a photo opp not wasted, and once he's done chilling he grabs Callahan and starts hauling him back to the ring. He lifts him up and then starts walking him along. He rolls him underneath the bottom rope and makes the lateral press.

Beckett: COVER! DON'T LET THIS BE IT! PLEASE CALLAHAN!

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Nailz: Callahan lives to fight another day but is he in any fit state, having lost so much blood?

Bailey is getting frustrated now with Callahan and so in a bid to increase the pace of the match, he rapidly starts pounding Callahan's blood-soaked face in with repeated shots to the face. The concerned referee wants to get involved and start trying to wind things up and stop Callahan from having a shattered nose and no blood to live off of but Bailey isn't having any of it. He shoves the ref out of his way and then snaps Callahan to the mat once again with a Broken Promise damn near breaking Callahan's neck. It's another cover and Callahan is hanging on by the skin of his teeth.

Nailz: COVER! COULD THIS BE IT?!

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Beckett: Well done Mike! SHOW HIM WHO'S BOSS!

Bailey grabs Callahan and yanks him to his feet but just like he did at the beginning of the match, Callahan does it again and hits Bailey so hard with a back hand slap that he spins 180. With his back exposed, Callahan leaps onto Bailey's back and goes for The Victory Lock and tries to pull him down to the mat, Bailey won't let him have it though. Instead, Bailey grabs Callahan's legs, hikes him up high and then drops him straight onto his spine with a jawbreaker-esque manoeuvre that forces Callahan to unleash his clinch on Bailey's throat.

Beckett: Did Bailey just break The Victory Lock?!

Nailz: I think he did!

Beckett: Seldom done!

Bailey is on a roll now and he knows it. He knows that the only place Callahan won't be able to meet him is on that top rope and so with Callahan flat out on the mat below, Bailey takes to the turnbuckle and climbs high up so all the fans can see. Everyone cheers and whoops as Callahan slowly starts hauling ass off the floor to try and find his arch-rival but it's no good because Bailey is soaring towards him with a big time crossbody!

Beckett: OH NO! OH NO!

That is until Callahan catches him in mid-air with a dropkick straight to the gut, sending both men smashing onto the floor in a thud with Bailey's momentum stopped dead in it's tracks.

Beckett: OH YEAAAAAAAH!

Bailey cries out in agony, clutching his stomach on the floor while Callahan tries to take refuge in a corner. Yet while both men nurse their wounds, there's a collective groan from the audience as a disturbance at ringside distracts everyone's attention.

Nailz: GOOD GRIEF! Swing and a miss! Bailey got caught there!

Beckett: Wait, look at who it is! At ringside!

From two different sides of the ring, GI and Dr. Alexander Gray hop over the crowd barriers while Bailey nurses his ribs that Callahan just blew out with a dropkick. Dr. Gray climbs up onto the apron one side of the ring, immediately distracting the ref with his attempts to climb into the ring that the referee stops while GI takes the Edgar Martinez baseball bat to Callahan who's licking his wounds in a corner and isn't sure what's going on until he sees GI's grinning face and trademark army helmet handing him the bat.

Nailz: Oh this is a screw! This was Callahan's plan all along, to sabotage Anthony Bailey with the assistance of his friends!

Beckett: What a genius!

Callahan is incensed, roaring his furies at GI.

Michael Callahan: I told you to STAY backstage.

Callahan wrenches the bat out of GI's hands and then damn near takes his head off with a swinging shot, dropping the former soldier with a concussion giving blow to the head. He then drops the bat outside the ring so the referee doesn't see it and storms across the ring to dispatch of Gray. He shoves the referee out the way, then grabs Gray's head and delivers another of Callahan's trademark headbutts that sends Gray flying off the apron and face-first into the steel barrier at ringside knocking him unconscious and down for the count. All the while, Bailey is slowly getting up ready to end the fight once and for all. Callahan starts walking then turns around right as Bailey springboards off the apron, clueless, Callahan is caught right up in The Word of Promise, the skull-breaking springboard DDT which spells absolute disaster for anyone who suffers it!

Beckett: Son of a-, Bailey just hit The Word of Promise! This is all over! Bailey has finally beaten Callahan!

Nailz: Damn! What a finish! Dr. Gray's distraction actually hindered rather than helped The American Hero! This is it!

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Nailz: WAT?! Callahan just kicked out of The Word of Promise! Have you EVER, in your days seen anything like this before?!

Beckett: No! Bailey can't believe it, I can't believe it. Can you believe it?!

Nailz: No! This is epic!

Bailey stares pleadingly at the referee, consumed by a complete state of shock at what just happened. Callahan's closed eyes and drool on the mat suggests that it may just be instinct that allowed him to kick out of the pin, but the blood-soaked American Hero is still fighting on. Bailey grabs him and pulls him to his feet only to find that Callahan can barely stand. Callah drops to his knees, his head sinking but he somehow finds the presence to put his hands out to stop him face planting. Bailey skulks, awaiting patiently for Callahan to get the mental faculties to be able to stand up once more because without it, he can't hit his finish yet again. Eventually, Callahan stumbles to a level position and Bailey signals for the end once again.

Beckett: This is it! Callahan is on his feet! I love the man but he can't beat Bailey, he kicked out on instinct and hasn't got the substance left to keep on going. This is over.

Nailz: Bailey is going for it!

Bailey sprints for the ropes and makes the first leap picture perfect even with his total exhaustion, springboarding with a 10/10 backflip that wouldn't have been out of place at The Olympics. It's the leap of a lifetime, a seamless, graceful descent through the air as he soars over Callahan's head to hit The Word of Promise. What the cameras caught though, Bailey simply couldn't have seen. Callahan's eyes flared open wide and as if on cue, he sprinted forward and caught Bailey on the rebound down with an earth-shattering Landslide Election, catching Bailey in mid-air with the devastating cutter.

Beckett: OH SNAP!

Nailz: OH MY SCIENCEEEEEEEE! THE LANDSLIDE ELECTION OUT OF THIN AIR! CALLAHAN HAS SNATCHED VICTORY FROM THE JAWS OF DEFEAT!

Callahan lies motionless and still on the mat, as does Bailey. Both men shoulders on the mat. The referee starts to make his count, but the sound of his voice drives Callahan into exerting his last bit of energy as the adrenaline rush kicks in. Callahan goes straight for the cover and drapes an arm over Bailey. This has got to be it.

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Nailz: NO WAY! NO WAY! NO WAY! Anthony Bailey just kicked out of The Landslide Election! Nobody in APW has EVER kicked out of it before.

Beckett: HOW?! DAMN IT BAILEY! GIVE IN! LET CALLAHAN WIN!

Rather than be put off, Callahan makes a bee-line for the top rope and looks to hit one final sequence to try and ensure victory. He takes to the turnbuckle and climbs up. He salutes the crowd who are in absolute rapture at this amazing display, only for Callahan to leap off the top rope with a huge Primary Elbow, crushing the sternum of Bailey underneath him as he drives the elbow square into the chest. Stunned and out of it, Callahan rolls Bailey onto his front and applies Victory Lock II, a move ironically borrowed from Dr. Gray himself. Bailey doesn't tap out but he's not moving, not responding, the referee signals for the bell and that's it!

Winner: Michael Callahan [/center]

Nailz: IT'S OVER! IT'S FINALLY OVER! Callahan has beaten Anthony Bailey! If ever there has been a more vicious grudge match in Asylum history, I dare you to cite it. This wasn't for any titles, this wasn't for championship glory but it WAS for personal pride. If ever there was a performance deserving of respect, it was this one right here!

Beckett: And give it up for Anthony Bailey! The man is a beast! Though I can promise you this right now, this war is FAR from over. This eleven month rivalry is JUST the beginning.

With that, We go to a commercial the Year End Awards voting

[President Jeff]

Harvey: Ladies and Gentleman this next match has seemingly been months in the making.

Chase: Ever since Kurt Noble brought Chris Hart to APW he’s done nothing but leech off of his successes. Tag Team Titles, main events, they’re all beyond Chris Hart but his friendship with the Noble One brought him to heights he couldn’t have imagined.

Harvey: But it all came crashing to a halt at One Night in Hell

A flash back to One Night in Hell plays, showing Chris slamming Noble down with the Hart Break and making the cover eliminating him.

Harvey: You have to think this could end up being more fight than wrestling match, especially with everything that’s gone on between the two over the past couple of weeks.

Chase: Kurt Noble has vowed to end Chris Hart this evening and I for one think that’s exactly what’s going to happen.

Harvey: You can’t underestimate Chris Hart though. We’ve seen him in this situation and time and time again he’s managed to amaze us with his resilency.

Chase: Or as some would call it, stupidity. This is different than Level-One Darren, this is personal.

The lights in the arena shut off, as the chorus to "Labrinth" blasts through the speakers. After a few moments, out steps Kurt Noble, eliciting a huge jeer from the crowd. Noble begins to limp down to the ring. Upon reaching it, Noble slowly walks up the stairs to the ring.

Ferrari: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Calgary, Alberta, Kurt Noble!

Kurt enters the ring, and climbs up on the turnbuckle, staring down the ramp. Noble moves off it, as the lights return to normal and the music dies down, before it’s replaced by a huge cheer from the crowd as soon as the next sound bite hits.

You are my poison! You are my poison!

The lights in the arena dim down as the melodic saxophone of Poison hit’s the now dark arena. The jumbo-tron bursts to life as the electronic beat begins in the background with clips of Chris Hart wrestling and two girls gyrating on the miniature screen as Chris Hart emerges from the back with pink laser lights flashing all around the arena.

Ferrari: And his opponent. Weighing in this evening at one hundred, ninety five pounds. From Calgary, Alberta, Chris Hart!

The pulsing beat and laser lights show continue as he walks down the ring and slides into the ring. Going to the far corner, Chris climbs the turnbuckle and throws one arm up in the air and looks out at the cheering crowd. Chris flips off the rope and stares Noble down, waiting for the bell to start the match.

Harvey: I have a feeling this is going to be some pre-festivus fireworks in this one.

Chase: Festivus? Are we going to be talking about ChristmaRamaKwanzaKa next?

Kurt Noble vs. Chris Hart
One Fall to a Finish

The bell sounds and Chris Hart stares across the ring at Kurt Noble for a moment before he throws his arms up defensively as the rabid Noble pounces, pushing him back into the corner and delivering a number of closed fist shots to the skull of Hart before the referee can jump and separate the two. Noble has different ideas however and brushes the referee aside but this time he eats a balled fist from Hart, and then a second and third as Noble is pushed back on his heels.

Hart keeps the assault going as he whips Noble across the ring, into the corner and follows him in looking to connect with a big splash. Noble ducks out of the way however, causing Chris to crash and burn on the turnbuckle. Stumbling out of the corner, Noble connects with a toe kick to the midsection and immediately looks to connect with a Noble Neck-Breaker, but gets countered as Hart spins out and takes Kurt’s back and locks him in a sleeper hold.

Noble fits against the hold, eventually managing to turn Chris to the side before connecting with a uranage variant sending Chris plummeting to the canvas. Noble wastes no time in looking for the pinfall, hooking the leg as the referee makes the count.

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Harvey: You’ve got to think that’s going to be Noble’s game plan. High impact and …

Chase: Killing Chris Hart. It seems as if every time we see him in the ring on pay per view, someone wants to kill the annoying cunt.

Harvey: I don’t know if you can say that on the air.

Chase: There are worse things on pay per view. You ever heard of Cinemax?

Back in the ring, Noble has Hart up to his feet in the corner and begins delivering a vicious set of knife edge chops, each one adding to the reddish hue of Chris’ chest. With one more vicious blow, Chris is nearly knocked out of the ring – but manages to hang on, if only momentarily before Noble shoves him over, sending him crashing to the canvas below.

Following him out, Noble keeps the onslaught going as he whips Chris into the barricade between the crowd and the ring neck first, causing him to grab at it as Noble smiles, knowing full well the history of neck problems Chris has had. The referee’s count reaches five before Noble turns and glares at him and then delivers a stiff fist to the back of Chris’ neck before firing him into the ring. Following him in, Noble scales the ropes to the second turnbuckle before leaping off and dropping a knee right across the back of Chris’ neck as he spasms in pain as Kurt somersaults away. As Chris uses the ropes to pull himself up, Noble comes across and delivers another vicious knee strike to the head that once again sends him to the floor on the outside as he rolls through the second and third ropes.

Harvey: Kurt Noble is a man possessed.

Chase: Can you blame him? Chris Hart cost him his shot at the Undisputed Championship at One Night in Hell, he refused to fight him for a month, and I have it on good authority that Amy Noble is firmly sat in his corner this evening.

Noble grabs Hart and slams him face first into the steel steps as the crowd groans and Chris stumbles away from Noble, looking to get some form of reprieve but Kurt stays on the attack, running from behind and planting Chris with his own single handed bulldog onto the floor. The referee’s count is at six and Noble slides into the ring and then ducks back out onto the apron, restarting the count for both men as Chris tries to claw to his feet but only manages to land on the boot of Kurt Noble who looks down at him, before dropping to a knee and grabbing hold of him by the hair and unleashing furious right hand strikes to the top of his head, each one at a cutting angle aided by gravity and after the ninth blow, Noble raises his hand in victory as the white tape on his rest has a few crimson stains, the last blow finally managing to cut Chris Hart.

Pulling Hart into the ring, Noble doesn’t look for the pinfall but instead whips him into the ropes and looks to connect with a big back body drop but Chris rolls over the top and lands on the other side. As Noble turns around Chris looks to connect with a Busaiku Knee Kick but Noble has it smartly scouted, ducking out of the way as Chris lands off balance and prone for a bull rush from Noble which sends him tumbling to the outside once more as Noble sends him flying over the top rope.

Chase: Hart uses that kick so often it’s become more predictable than a Level-One victory.

Harvey: You have to think with all the chemistry these two used to have that someone’s going to have to dig a little deeper and find something the other hasn’t seen to pull this one out.

Chase: I don’t think that’s going to make a difference. Look at the way Noble is obliterating Hart on the outside. This isn’t a wrestling match … it’s a massacre.

Now on the soft side of the ring, Noble has wrapped up in the camera cords, choking him as Hart struggles against it, the referee keeping his count going. As it reaches eight, Noble lets go of Hart who immediately untangles himself from the wires as he gasps for air and slides into the ring to break the count, before rolling back out. Pulling Chris up, he takes a weak shot to the mid section and in retaliation delivers a vicious knee strike to the chin of Hart, sending him tumbling into the announce table at ringside. Noble stares at it for a moment and the TV monitor before dislodging it from it’s holdings, causing the referee to slide of the ring.

Lining Chris up, he seemingly pays no attention to the warnings of the referee and the impending threat of disqualification, charging at him when he gets to his feet – and then stopping an inch away from Chris who throws his hands up in defense. Noble smiles before deliving a swift low blow to Chris, undetected by the referee who’s busy prying the camera from his hands. As Chris crumbles to the ground, Noble throws him back into the ring and stalks him for a moment, sizing him up before grabbing hold of his ankle and locking to lock in the Quixotic Lock. He arches Chris up and just as he’s about to drop out into the grapevine, Chris manages to reverse the hold and send Kurt flying off of him into the ring ropes – but doesn’t avoid the suffering as Kurt comes off and drops a knee right onto the neck of Chris Hart again, rolling him over and then hooking the leg for the pin.

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Harvey: Kurt Noble is really taking it to Chris Hart this evening.

Chase: Is there still time to add to the Understatement of the Year nominations?

Noble pulls Hart to his feet and whips him into the corner and mounts the ropes, standing on top of the second and once again raining vicious right hands down on the face of Chris Hart, each blow connecting with the gash that had been created earlier, widening it and causing it to begin to flow once again as Noble smiles as Chris begins to slump in the corner, allowing Noble to drop off the apron and deliver a vicious kick right to the sternum with the added force of gravity behind it as Chris gasps for a moment before rolling out of the ring as Noble smiles to himself once again as he follows him out and grabs hold before tossing him over the barricade into the fans seated at ringside.

Noble stares at Hart for a moment and then the swarming mass in front of him, most jeering and few, if any, pro-Noble. Deciding better Noble turns his back and brushes them off instead deciding to tear up the protective matting around the ring, right in front of the fans and throwing it up the ramp. As soon as the referee reaches nine, Kurt rolls into the ring to stop the count and then back out and walks over towards Chris and begins yelling at the fans to help him to his feet.

They all jeer Noble, but most begin helping Chris up causing Kurt to laugh, yelling “puppet’s” at them as he reaches over and grabs Chris by the hair and pulls him up onto the barricade into position for a Noble Neck Breaker with his feet the only thing keeping him from falling to the floor as they remain on the other side of the barricade. In one swift motion Noble connects, sending Chris thundering to the concrete floor, his neck viciously snapping.

Harvey: That has to do it – that’s the end of Chris Hart.

Chase: I don’t know if anyone can get up from that.

Noble stares down at Chris, seething, his eyes burning with hate before he’s snapped out of it by the count of the referee reaching eight. Sliding back into the ring, Kurt quickly ducks out, not content with a mere count-out victory. Hauling Chris dead weight, it takes a few seconds for Noble to haul Chris up and slide him into the ring before looking to make the pin fall as the crowd roars for Chris to kick out.

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The crowd cheers, not at Kurt’s victory but at the referee waving the pinfall off as he points at Chris’ foot, perched on the ring rope breaking the count at the last possible moment. Kurt nearly goes mental slamming his fists on the canvas, yelling at the referee, before ducking out of the ring and beginning to demolish the ringside area, throwing one of the metal steps into the ring and a second set into the crowd, sending fifty people scattering to safety as the referee begins to admonish him.

Kurt looks at him with ire before sliding back into the ring and stalking him, eventually backing him into the corner as the referee begins to quiver in fear, not even bothering with the threat to disqualify Noble. Noble glares at him just about to put his hands on him before he’s grabbed from behind as Chris Hart floats over the top and connects with a Hart Break, sending the crowd into a frenzy as he lands on top of Noble in an overhead press. The referee is still shock struck and takes a moment to shake himself free before sliding into position and counting the fall.

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The referee jumps in to try and save Chris but is unable to, instead Kurt brushes past him and delivers another onslaught as the blood continues to flow from the head of Chris, punctuated again as Kurt begins to pry at lesion, looking to rip the flesh from his skull.

Finally the referee manages to get between the two and Noble acquiesces, allowing the referee time to free Hart from the ropes before he’s caught by a Busaiku Knee Kick from Noble, adding insult to injury as his own move is used against him, sending him tumbling down to the floor again.

Harvey: And once again Chris finds himself out on the floor, a position that hasn’t been too good for him in this match.

Chase: Noble has been relentless for the past fifteen minutes, giving Chris no time to breath or think. He’s beyond focused on ridding APW of the scourge known as Chris Hart.

Noble slams Chris into the steel ring steps that remain stacked together, disbarring one as Chris barely flinches. Noble appears to be labouring slightly, his movement less precise from early as he grabs Hart back and lifts him up, belly to belly, before charging across the ring side and slamming him spine first into the ring post before letting go. Pausing for a moment to gather himself, Noble rolls Hart into the ring and then hooks the outside leg, preventing the rope break as the referee makes the count.

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NO! Chris continues to persevere as he slams his fist towards the sky and brings his shoulder up off the canvas as Noble looks down, stunned.

Harvey: Chris refuses to be pinned in that ring.

Chase: Like I said at the beginning. Chris’ own stupidity is going to be his down fall. He shouldn’t have picked a fight with Kurt Noble, and he shouldn’t continue prolonging his agony. I mean, he hasn’t been able to do anything against Noble in this match.

Kurt shakes his head before he pulls Chris towards the outside and drops to the floor himself before adjusting Chris’ position so he is straddling the ring post. Instead of pulling him in balls first though, Noble pulls one leg across before dropping out as immediately Chris roars in pain as Noble locks him into a figure four around the ring post. The referee keeps the count going as Chris screams in agony, thrashing about on the canvas. When the count reaches eight, Kurt shows considerable strength in pulling himself up with the hold still locked in, only exacerbating the force on the limb of Chris, before breaking the hold as he rolls in just in time – as Chris rolls out clutching his possibly broken leg as Noble looks down and smiles, asking “how it feels”, alluding to the damage done to Kurt’s knee by Chris nearly four years ago.

Kurt takes a few moments to collect himself before rolling out after Chris but the signs of fatigue are showing on his face. Grabbing Hart he tosses him back into the ring and Chris attempts to crawl out the other side but the injured leg prevents him from getting far, and the injury is further exacerbated as Noble stamps on it to put a halt to Chris progress. Grabbing hold of Chris leg, Kurt drops once again into the Quixotic Lock and this time manages to lock the grapevine in as Chris lies about three feet from the ropes. Kurt wrenches the angle, while also keeping the knee bent at an awkard angle in the grape vine, almost as if in a figure four as well, as Chris screams in pain as Noble is shaking from the effort being used, attempting to snap the ankle of Chris in two.

Chris raises his arm in the air, looking as if he’s about to tap out before his arm drops, going limp. The referee stares at him for a moment before he raises his arm once and it falls to the ground as the referee raises his arm in the air, signalling one. He does this a second time and when it falls the crowd begins to stir, doing everything in their effort to spur Chris Hart on. As the arm is raised a third time it falls

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But Chris manages to catch it and with a heave of desperation manages to create enough leverage to throw himself into the ropes, forcing the rope break. Noble is furious, breaking the grapevine and just ripping at the ankle of Chris before he breaks the hold at four and once again begins demolishing the ringside area, sending a camera man careening up the entrance ramp and the top half of the announce table over Chase and Harvey’s head.

Harvey: What does Kurt Noble have to do to put Chris away.

Chase: He’s a cockroach. Even when he’s dead he still manages to flail his little legs.

Sliding back into the ring, Chris has pulled himself up using the ring rope but can barely move as he takes a step towards Noble – who charges at him before Chris falls back and pulls the ropes down, sending Noble crashing to the outside. Hart doesn’t bother crawling after him, instead retreating into the corner as Noble takes a few moments to gather himself on the outside, visibly fatigued from the twenty minutes of constant pressure on Chris Hart without reprieve.

Sliding into the ring he goes after Chris again, this time with a little more caution but again, even with the limited agility Chris manages to elude Noble and send him tumbling to the outside as he hops between the turnbuckles and uses the momentum to pull Kurt over. Chris rolls back into the center of the ring as Kurt stirs once more, this time there is no control. Instead he bull rushes Chris and the frenzy consumes him as he begins to physically annihilate Chris, delivering a plethora of shots before the referee has to go all Ray Lewis on his ass and tackles him off of Chris. Noble gets to his feet, still consumed and grabs hold of a motionless Hart near the ring ropes, pants as he gathers his wind before lifting him up and slamming him into position for a Noble Neck Breaker.

Yelling that it’s all over, Kurt looks to connect but Chris manages to block it by using the ring ropes, causing Kurt to exert a little more energy as he jerks Chris away from the ropes. With Chris in position again, Kurt looks to connect with the Noble-Neckbreaker but Chris reverses it with a Lightning Inside Cradle, but instead of staying with the hold locked in, pops to his feet and with his last bit of energy hits the ring ropes hard, a slight limp noticeable before coming off and wrapping his legs around the head of Kurt as he slowly tries to get to his feet, and then slams him face first into the canvas, connecting with the “I Smile” the finishing move of his younger brother.

The crowd roars as Kurt stays in a near head stand for a moment before toppling over, his eyes glazed as Chris digs deep to crawl over and cover him.

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Winner: Chris Hart

Chase: NO!!!

Harvey: HE DID IT! HE DID IT!

The crowd finally roars as the bell rings, coming to the realization that out of nowhere Chris has pulled off a stunning victory as he rolls out of the ring.

Ferrari: Ladies and Gentleman, your winner at twenty-four minutes, seventeen seconds, Chris Hart!

“Poison” fills the arena but it’s nearly drowned out by the cheer of the crowd as Chris’ arm is raised as he begins backing up the entrance ramp, his leg barely able to support him – nearly tumbling more than once before the referee catches him. Reaching the top Kurt Noble has finally come to in the ring, leaning out between the second and third ropes and staring at Chris, yelling at him while Chris simply nods his head in the negative as we cut away to a commercial for JK Bon Bons

[President Jeff]

Ferrari: The Following Contest is a Triple Threat Match for the APW Suicidal Championship! During this match there will be No Rules. To win you must pin or make your opponent submit both of which should occur inside the Ring. Introducing first, THE SUICIDAL CHAMPION!!! "The God Of Thunder" CHRRISSS SSTRRIKEEE!!!

The house lights in the arena go out completely, thunder and rain can be heard from a distance, all while the image of a large mountain complete with a temple atop the peak is seen on the LCD screen while the beginning of “God of Thunder (Alive IV Symphony)” by KISS blares out of the PA system. The shot zooms into the temple as the drum solo begins…and up towards a throne at the top of some stairs. A man rises from the throne and makes his way down the steps…and once he nears the camera, he looks up at the sky and makes his way over towards a pool of water. The man looks down into the water, and once he does…a shot of lightning hits the water! As the lightning hits the water in the video, streams of smoke shoot up from the ramp way area and high above.

Beckett: Here comes the Champion of all that is Violent on Asylum!!

“The God of Thunder” Chris Strike emerges from the curtains and steps out into the limelight, drawing a loud reaction from the APW fan base as he stops in front of the entrance ramp and slowly raises his right arm up, hand open. A smirk falls on his lips as the self-proclaimed God of Thunder is showered by gold, white and black streamers and two bright white pyros on the sides of the ramp. Smirking, Strike begins making his way down the ramp, having the occasional fans reaching out towards him from the rail, all while keeping his eyes solely focused on the ring.

Nailz: Yeah..he looks SO Hardcore...

Chris then makes his way up the ring stairs, using the steel pole for support, putting his right foot over the middle rope and as he is about to get inside, Strike suddenly turns around and finds himself with both elbows locked around the top rope, his entire upper body exposed to the crowd’s sight. The God of Thunder just gives the fans a sly smirk as flashes of light go off, before going under the middle rope and into the ring. He looks around at the crowd and walks up to the nearest corner, leaning against the ropes while stretching his arms out as “God of Thunder (Alive IV Symphony)” fades…

Ferrari: The second coming to the ring hails from The Bronx, NEW YORK! JOHHNNNNYY KNUUUCCKLLEESSS!!!!

"Under and Over It" by Five Finger Death Punch plays. After a few seconds, Knuckles darts out and heads to the left side of the stage taunting the crowd and no response to his appearance. The crowd is literally silent as Knuckles steps out onto the stage. He looks around confused but waves them off as he runs to the right side of the stage and gets the same reaction. He goes to the top of the ramp and stares at the crowd. He grins, shakes his head and storms down to the ring. He runs over to the middle rope in the back corner and tries to get the crowd roaring but fails too again. He takes off his silk shirt, italian hat, and gold chains and hops around in the corner with a stern focused look ready to attack.

Ferrari: And the last man in this Match, he's the only Asylum World Title Grand Slam Champion and the current Dark Match Champion...JASSSOONN KAAAAASSSSH!!!

I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm
I'm out of my, out of my mind
Out of my fucking mind
I'm, I'm
I'm out of my, out of my mind
Out of my mind
I'm, I'm
Out of my, out of my mind
I'm, I'm, I'm
I'm out of my, out of my mind (Mind, mind, mind, mind)
I'm out of my fucking mind
Out of my fucking mind (Mind, mind, mind)

From the back comes Jason Kash as "Out of My Mind" plays and the fans fill the arena with Boos and a few cheers from his loyalists. Kash grabs his head with both hands and shakes it like he's losing control but then leaps up off his feet and comes down landing on one knee. He slaps the top of the entrance ramp as the music goes into it's flow. Kash looks down at the Dark Match Championship he can't seem to get rid of. Slapping his chest, he proceeds down the ramp and gets to ring side.

Kash begins to walk up the steel steps and walks along the ring apron. He turns to the crowd and whips around the Dark Match Title like a lasso before letting it fly. The crowd goes into a frenzy to get their hands on the belt as Johnny Knuckles looks furious inside the ring. He rushes up behind Kash with a ramming shoulder. Kash flies off the ring apron and crashes hard into the Guard Railing. The bell sounds off as Knuckles dips to the outside of the ring after Kash.

Beckett: Kash just launched the Dark Match Title into the crowd, like he did with the Pro Life Title! This guy entertains the crowd!!

Nailz: Knuckles didn't seem too entertained. Now Kash might have lit a fuse under Knuckles he never wanted to light...

Triple Threat Suicidal Title Match
Chris Strike © Vs. Johnny Knuckles Vs. Jason Kash

Knuckles exits the ring and instantly drives a knee into the pile of Kash sitting up against the guard rail. Pulling him up onto his feet, Knuckles runs Kash's back up against the railing a few times with force. Kash throws a headbutt but hurts himself as he grabs his forehead. Knuckles laughs as he punches Kash with a quick shot to the ribs. Inside the ring, Chris Strike is just watching the brawl. The referee looks at him and Strike shrugs. Leaning back against the ropes, Strike looks around at the fans and claps for the fight as if he's just watching the show himself.

Nailz: Hah! Chris Strike is taking his time to get involved, might be a smart tactic.

Beckett: Or he just knows better than to try and play at their game. He has lost not once but twice now to Johnny Knuckles. Maybe the Knuckster has Strike's number!

Nailz: "Knuckster"? Okay...

Finally Chris Strike has had enough viewing and heads across the ring and dips out to the outside ring area. He pulls at Knuckles shoulder and spins him around, only to be hit with a driving Knee to the gut. Knuckles pulls in a bent over Strike and lifts him with a Powerbomb. Kash dives out of the way and Knuckles slams Strike directly over the top of the Guard Rail. Strike arches in pain, his voice is heard yelling out as he slides into the crowd side of the barrier.

Beckett: What a powerbomb!! My lord that had to have hurt!!

Nailz: Chris Strike was trying to get himself involved...He's involved!

Knuckles leans over and looks down at Strike, who is laying on the floor of the fan's feet in the front row. Grabbing a handful of Strike's hair, Knuckles pulls him to his feet. Placing him into a Suplex setup, Knuckles listens as the crowd roars with cheers and boos. Suddenly Jason Kash from behind crashes a stiff lariat to the back of Johnny Knuckles and breaks up the Suplex attempt. Chris Strike slumps down back to the fan's side of the guard railing. Kash pounds away at Knuckles from behind with hammer fists and short arm lariats. Spinning Knuckles around and putting his back to the railing, Kash whips and snaps a knife edged chop into Knuckles chest. Kash rips the wife beater Tank top off Knuckles and hits him again with another side chop. The red markings begin to appear after two more. The fans eating up each chop.

Bursting from the floor, Chris Strike grabs a folding chair as he rises to his feet and the crowd close by stands back. Strike clobbers Knuckles to the back of his head with the steel chair and the now FORMER Dark Match Champion collapses forward into Kash's arms. Kash simply drops him aside and motions for Strike to bring the fight to him. Kash turns and rushes back into the ring under the bottom ropes and begins to beg for Strike to come inside the ring. Chants of "GET IT ON" begin to form and Chris Strike brings a folding chair back to ringside. He climbs up the steel stairs and walks along the ring apron before slowly entering the ring. Kash giving him his space, waits for him to be ready.

Beckett: What's Kash thinking!?! Does he want to get annihilated with a Steel Chair? He's baiting Chris Strike...

Nailz: Kash sees Strike as someone riding on Hype alone, of course he's baiting him! He wants to see how far Strike will go to win!

Strike rushes in a sudden motion at Kash and swings the chair, Kash ducks it by an inch and they both spin around to meet for another go. Kash leaps off his feet and hits the chair with a Dropkick Knee attack. The chair bounces back from the knee and slaps Strike to the face. He drops the chair and stumbles back but recollects himself before Kash can return to his feet and Strike takes advantage. Strike pops Kash up and back with a European Uppercut as he begins to stand. As Kash catches himself, Strike surprises him with an Enziguri and Kash wobbles forward and falls flat into the canvas. The crowd laughs at the face he makes when the kick caught him to the back of his head. Strike quickly drops and goes for a quick pin attempt.

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From the pin, Chris Strike flips Kash onto his stomach and slaps on a Fujiwara Armbar and Kash erupts with screams. He claws at the canvas, trying to drag himself to the ropes but can't move.

Nailz: If there was one thing Kash was weakest in, it'd be submission defense department. He has none period. He struggles. That's it! This could be over right now!!

Beckett: No way, forget that noise as Kash would say! Oh look, here comes Johnny Knuckles!!! GET HIM KNUCKSTER!!!

Nailz: Really getting annoying with the "Knuckster" now...

Knuckles rolls into the ring and is on his feet when Chris Strike feels the ring moving and looks to find Knuckles picking up the steel chair and staring straight at him. Strike releases the submission attempt and tries to scramble to his feet but not in time. Knuckles smashes the chair down across Strike's bare back and the Suicidal Champion arches once again in pain. Not off his feet, Strike slowly turns around and Johnny Knuckles lifts and drops the Steel Chair one more time to the forehead of Chris Strike and that puts him to the canvas. The clanking of the chair is heard like a gun blast throughout the arena. People are seen cringing in the first few rows.

As Knuckles drops the chair and turns towards Kash who is now leaned up into a corner of the ring. Knuckles rushes over and dives into Kash's midsection with a Corner Spear or Shoulder Attack. He hits a few more short shoulder drives and then props Kash up onto the top turnbuckle. Knuckles pulls Kash forward and climbs up in front of him on the turnbuckles. The fans rise to their feet to see what is about to go down. Knuckles pulls Kash's head down and grabs him around the waist. The fans all gasp as Knuckles shoves off the turnbuckles and drives Kash into the canvas with a JOLTING Top Rope Sitdown Piledriver!

Nailz: Oh my Cookies and Cream!! Is he dead?

Beckett: He might wish he was tomorrow...That sucked for Kash!!

Nailz: And look, Chris Strike is getting up! So is Knuckles, there won't be a break in this Action folks!

Knuckles kicks at Kash who is seemingly unconscious. As Knuckles turns to check on Strike, he is surprised with an Exploder Suplex. Knuckles flops and bounces off the canvas as Chris Strike returns to his feet with a High Class smile on his face. Knuckles pushes to his feet stunned by the Exploder but more pissed off about it than hurt from it. He rushes Strike from almost a three point stance and drives Strike against the ropes and over them to the outside. Both men slap against the ring apron before hitting the ring side floor. Knuckles lands on top of Strike and begins driving Elbows down at his face. Strike covers his face and bucks Knuckles, he shoves him off to the side and both men hurry to their feet.

Strike with his back to the guard railing catches Knuckles up on his shoulders in a Fireman's Carry as he rushed in too quickly. Strike steps towards the ring, hitting a Rolling Fireman's Carry and leaping off the ground, landing on the ring apron, spring boarding off the middle rope to hit a Moonsault over the stomach of Johnny Knuckles and the crowd eats it up with cheers!!

Beckett: Not a big fan but Chris Strike just NAILED that combination of moves!!

Nailz: That he did, this match has quickly turned into something people will remember for a long time!!

With Knuckles down for a while, Strike turns his attention on Jason Kash inside the ring. Still outside the ring himself, Strike walks over to the corner post where Kash is still laid out at. Strike reaches into the ring and pulls Kash up under the bottom turnbuckle. He positions him so that his back is across the steel post and Chris Strike begins to lock in a customized Bow & Arrow submission on Kash with the steel post as a damage amplifier. Kash cries out in pain as the referee stands there not being able to prevent it from happening. Kash's back bends around the post like a car that wrapped around a tree and the fans can see the pain and hear it in his screams.

Nailz: He's going to cripple Jason Kash!!

Beckett: Don't sound so excited...This is a vicious act by Chris Strike.

Nailz: Because Kash wouldn't go out of his way to hurt someone permanently? Be serious...

Pulling back with as much force as he can, Chris Strike bends Kash to the point of breaking. Johnny Knuckles groggily gets to his feet and climbs up onto the ring apron. He runs alongside the apron and dives off in the direction of Chris Strike. Strike leaning back, pulling at both Kash's head and his feet is tilted back a bit as Knuckles dives in and connects with an Elbow to Strike chest. The submission is once again broken but the damage is clearly done. Kash slumps and lays in place, his feet and arms draped over the ring to the outside. Knuckles rips Strike up off the ground and sends him towards the Announcer's table with an Irish Whip. Strike grabs the Announcer's table and spins back with a Rolling Kesagiri Chop that catches an incoming Knuckles to the jaw.

Knuckles wobbles but throws an attack of his own, slapping Strike across the face. The two men begin exchanging big shots. Knuckles thrusts upwards, hitting Strike to the throat and as Knuckles goes for what appears to be a Powerbomb, Strike lifts and reverses it, sending Knuckles onto his back at ringside. A single EMT comes rushing down to the ring to check on Jason Kash and the referee seems to be helping. They get him outside the ring and try to get him to his feet but he goes into a rage and shoves both of them away. Struggling to walk right, Kash grabs the ring apron for balance. He looks over and sees Strike and Knuckles on their feet, once again trading blows. He begins to move towards them. Coming around the corner to where they are, Kash breaks into a run and as he gets to them, both Strike and Knuckles turn and drop a Shoulder. Kash lifts up off their Double Shoulder Toss and flies up into the air before coming down HARD onto the Announcer's Table.

Nailz: Aghh...what the fu---

iPads, Laptops, drinks, everything scatters off the table but the table itself doesn't break. Kash thuds hard down onto it's surface and the fans roar with cheers once again as Kash goes through more pain. Knuckles goes to attack Kash but Chris Strike grabs him from behind and hits a Rolling German Suplex that connects right into Chris Strike's "Lei Gong Clutch" Cobra Clutch Backbreaker and it lays Knuckles out. The fans erupt for the move and know it could be time to see Strike retain his Title. He begins to pull Knuckles up but with his peripheral vision, he spots Jason Kash standing on the Announcer's Table. As Strike turns to Kash, he's already soaring through the air and hitting Strike with a Blockbuster Necksnap and the fans begin to really get loud.

Beckett: Can you hear me? I CAN'T HEAR MYSELF! THIS PLACE IS A ROCKING, YOU'RE MISSING OUT IF YOU'S NOT A KNOCKIN!! WOOOOPIEEE!!!

Nailz: I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU SAID BUT THIS PLACE IS DEAFENING!!

All three men lay on the outside floor mats. All of them breathing deeply as their chests and stomachs rise and fall with every inhale/exhale. The fans begin to stomp their feet and chant various things to get them going, keep them motivated. Knuckles is the first to move. He crawls to the ring apron and pulls himself up just as Kash pushes up into a sitting position. Knuckles uses the bottom rope to get up onto the Ring Apron and lays over the ropes tired and beaten. Kash on his feet climbs the ring apron as well. Knuckles turns and throws a back elbow. Kash slaps an open palm to Knuckles back. Knuckles twists and goes for a big blasting shot but Kash sways back, missing it in a Matrix fashion. Knuckles now facing the ring side almost loses his balance. Kash leaps off the ring apron, grabbing Knuckles back to front by the head and drives him face first into the ring side floor with the "Mark Of Jason" and instantly the crowd goes into an "HOLY SHIT" chant.

The announcers might have said something but it's far too loud in the building to hear them at all. Chris Strike sitting with his back to the nearby steel steps turns and pushes himself to his feet. He rolls into the ring and lays on the canvas for a moment before getting up. Jason Kash is up by then and crawls into the ring under the bottom rope. Strike doesn't give him anytime to get up and begins stomping away at Kash's back. Strike rips him off the canvas, Kash grabbing his own neck in pain as he gets pulled up. Walking Kash a few steps, Strike plants Kash with a DDT, spiking his head over the steel chair that was used earlier. Blood begins to flow from the top of Kash's head. A puddle forms as Chris Strike rolls him over and hooks a leg.

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Nailz: Finally I can hear myself again! This place got loud! What a crowd we have here tonight!

Beckett: The Home Field Advantage that Knuckles wanted doesn't seem to be working in his favor. It doesn't seem to be working in anyone's favor, these fans are not cheering and booing for good guys and bad guys right now. They're cheering for this ACTION inside the ring...or in this match since they've been outside it more than actually inside of it..

Nailz: I know what you mean Beckett, these three men are putting EVERYTHING on the line here tonight! Who wants it more, who will come out on top?

Standing on his feet, Chris Strike looks down at Jason Kash. Bleeding from a pouring wound, Kash has blood everywhere. His closed eyes squeezed together to prevent blood from blinding him as he tries to wipe it away. Strike steps back as Kash begins to roll over onto his stomach and push up off the canvas. Strike signals for the end and as Kash gets to one knee and rises, Strike spring boards off the adjacent ropes and goes for a glorious "Narukami" Double Knee Facebuster but Kash brought the chair with him to his feet and whips around and cracks Strike right across the knees with the steel chair as he goes for his Finisher. Strike lands on his back and grabs at his knees as Kash runs and drops a Chair used Elbow Drop into Strike's downed body.

Nailz: Oh what a reversal on the "Narukami"! I think Kash was swinging that chair blindly too, his eyes seemed to be closed due to all that blood in his eyes.

Beckett: Yeah, Kash is a scrapper. Even blinded by blood!! I love this stuff!!

Grabbing the legs of Chris Strike, Kash drags him to the center of the ring. Holding both of his legs up, Kash begins to repeatedly stomp down into the groin of the current Suicidal Champion. The crowd groans with each stomp as Strike aches and gasps as each boot comes down into his man parts. Kash keeps a foot planted hard into Strike's groin and hooks both his legs underneath the arms. Kash snaps back and the crowd flinches in the pain the men can relate too. As Kash lets go and shoves Strike's legs away, Chris Strike curls up in a ball holding his family jewels.

Beckett: See? Maybe if Strike hadn't done that stuff to Kash's back this wouldn't have happened...

Nailz: Yeah cause Kash is SOOO innocent right? Give me a break, he finds a way to hurt his opponents and should expect it right back.

Beckett: I think he enjoys the pain actually...Uh Oh, here comes Knuckles!!

As Kash gets back to his feet, he takes a second to wipe out his eyes again. Blood dripping off his crimson covered face doesn't see Johnny Knuckles enter the ring. Knuckles with a knot over his right eyebrow from the "Mark Of Jason" has his sights locked on Kash. Knuckles creeps around Kash and as Kash opens his eyes, Knuckles is already behind him. The fans are actually trying to get Kash's attention, warn him of Knuckles being behind him. Kash doesn't hear them but instead hears an unpleasant War Cry.

HEEEE HAAAWWWW!!!

A solid and hard punch to the back of Kash's head and Johnny Knuckles has dropped Kash with his "Donkey Punch" that has become one of his trademark moves. The crowd is almost as quiet with the connection of the move as they were with his entrance as most don't even react. A few boos and cheers are heard but it sounds softly roared by the fans. Instead of trying to pin Kash, Knuckles pulls Chris Strike up off the canvas and lifts him up across his shoulders to go for his "Broken Promise" Reverse Death Valley Driver.

Nailz: THIS IS IT, KNUCKLES CAN BECOME A REAL APW CHAMPION RIGHT HERE!!!

Beckett: NOOOObody cares! Do you hear these people? His own hometown and nobody gives a damn about Johnny Knuckles. He's a career disappointment and you watch, he'll find a way to lose this match.

As he's about to hit his finisher, Chris Strike slides off the shoulders and drops to the canvas. He touches the ring but doesn't fall and quickly picks up the steel chair. Knuckles spins around as Chris Strike raises the Chair to hit him with but Knuckles catches Strike with a toe kick to the gut. Snatching the chair from Strike, Knuckles drives the chair down across Strike's back. He drops to his hands and knees and Knuckles brings down the steel again and again and again, going into a rage of Chair shots to Strike's back as he crumbles into the canvas and is forced to take every ounce of the pain.

Beckett: We've seen this during their first singles match together, Knuckles murdered Strike with a chair before picking up the first of TWO victories...PLEASE don't let this be a repeat victory of that! Santa, I change my wish list, PLEASE don't let Knuckles win this match!!

Nailz: Umm..You do know Santa isn't real right?

Beckett: Well SOMEONE is gonna be on the Naughty List...

In his streak of violence, Knuckles doesn't notice Jason Kash get to his feet. As Knuckles rises the chair overhead, Kash yanks it from his grasp. Knuckles spins around, Kash tosses him the chair, Knuckles throws it down onto the canvas and is met with a quick Rolling Elbow that Jason calls "KashVille" and connects to Knuckles temple. Kash doesn't waste time as Knuckles hits the mat, he rolls Chris Strike over and goes for the pin attempt.

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Winner and new APW Suicidal Champion: Jason Kash

Ferrari: Your Winner...AND NEW APW SUICIDAL CHAMPION!!! "The UNTAMED" JAASSSOOON KAAASSSH!!!

"Out of My Mind" plays as the fans actually begin to cheer for the winner. Kash staggers as he gets to his feet and the referee hands him the Suicidal Championship. Kash grabs the belt and holds it to his chest as he falls into the ropes to hold himself up. He raises a single arm in Victory before he falls and rolls out of the ring. He loses balance and falls into the guard railing so he does hit the ground. The fans begin to put their hands all over him and the newly won belt. As he breaks free from their touching and walks towards the entrance ramp he stops in place and stares with the whites of his eyes showing big.

Beckett: He did it!! Santa is REAL! He heard my Christmas Wish! Merry Christmas to ME!!!

Nailz: A very narrow victory by Jason Kash, you have to congratulate him on being able to pick up the victory here. Hard fought WAR between these three men...Wait, is that...?

Face covered in blood, Kash looks at the entrance ramp where the Dark Match Title comes into view, nicely folded and laying in the center of the entrance ramp. He steps closer to it and looks at some fans, speaking to them, asking if they did this. He leaves the Dark Match belt and heads to the back as the fans continue to cheer for the new Champion.

Backstage Cindy Shannon stands in the view of the camera with a microphone in hand.

Shannon: Christmas Chaos is underway, the Action APW is bringing to the table is second to none. Right now I'm being joined by someone who is no stranger to action...A.C. Smith!!!

The New York City crowd absolutely explodes at the sight of their hometown hero, who can't help but smile and soak it in,

Shannon: A.C., it must be good to be home.

A.C.: You said it. I've been here more times than I can count. I've taken dates here, worked security here, wrestled here, and if I could pick one place to do what I do best, it'd be right here!

More cheers.

Shannon: Well A.C. I would think...

"HOLD UP!"

A voice rings out off camera as Smith, his crew look toward the interruption. Cindy Shannon all too familiar with the man whose voice just bellowed out as Michael Lively accompanied by Sabur, and Jerry O'Harrow enter the frame.

A.C.: Lively...I can see stupidity is something that is incurable for you.

A smart ass grin just sits on Lively's face as he snuggles up close to Cindy Shannon.

Lively: Hello Cindy...miss me much?

The woman rolls her eyes as her mouth frowns with disgust. Her complexion begins to pale as the presence of Michael Lively may have begun to turn her stomach.

Lively: You know it's Christmas time, a celebration of the worlds savior!! This world we all seem to be engaged in is wrestling and seeing as I'm it's savior I figured I would right the travesty of leaving me off by showing up...

Lively glares toward A.C. Smith as his smirk stiffens into a more serious demeanor.

Lively: I felt I had something important to say...and what better time then right now, right here since the audience is being cheated with this nonsense!!

Lively points toward A.C. Smith and crew after claiming their interview time was a crowd disappointment.

A.C.: Funny you should mention disappointments.

Smith snaps his fingers. Nothing for a few seconds...until Terri Lively walks in wearing an A.C. Smith t-shirt! Once again, the crowd goes wild, and Lively can barely control his anger.

A.C.: See what happens when you show people some respect? People start to LIKE you. I realize that's a foreign concept, but if you're moving to Overdrive, you'd better learn it, and quickly.

Smith and Terri high-five, but the second his mother leaves the shot, Lively dives at Smith's legs!

Shannon: Security!

The two trade punches while rolling around on the floor. Several security officers sprint to them, and after a few more seconds, they get broken up, but not without both Megastars violently resisting their efforts

[President Jeff]

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

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

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

Harvey: Both of these men are ready to get back to the top of the heap.

Chase: This is going to be angry and violent.

Green light fills the arena as the fans begin to cheer in anticipation of what is to come. After a few moments, "Writings on the Wall" by the Tea Party begins to play, followed shortly after by C.J. Gates walking out onto the stage. The fans leap to their feet with more cheers than before.

Ferrari: Weighing 215 pounds, from Fargo, North Dakota...”THE NORTH DAKOTA COWBOY” C.J. GATES!!!!!!!

Gates raises his arms in the air and points out to the fans in the arena. He begins to make his way down the ramp, tagging hands with fans along the ramp, always keeping his eyes on Level One. He reaches the apron and climbs up and into the ring, making sure to keep checks on Level One. Gates climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms once again to even more cheers. He hops down off the turnbuckle, turning to face Level One before removing his cowboy hat and handing it off to the ref.

DING! DING! DING!

Chase: Well, the time for mind games is over! We're off, both men come out of their corners, circling one another!

Harvey: I can hardly wait!

#1 CONTENDER FOR THE UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIP
CJ Gates vs. Level One

They lock up and immediately, Sexy Level-One is able to push Mr. Gates down the canvas. Level-One crouches down and waits for Gates to stand up. This smart tactic causes Gates to expend just a little extra energy, and saves L1 from having to do so.

Harvey: And wow! Not a smart move by C.J. Gates. Level-One's got an easy fifty pounds on this guy.

As Gates gets to his feet, he looks around almost bewildered by himself. He steps up to Level-One again and goes for a lock-up.

Chase: He's going for another lock up though ...What?..

Harvey: Why the would he do this type of thing? You would think that he learned something from all of this but, he goes back to the center of the ring to lock up again. Maybe the hype of this match is just getting to C.J. Gates here.

Level-One is more than happy to oblige and as they start to touch hands, Gates nails him in the thigh with a stiff kick causing Level-One to stumble...Gates kicks the leg again, L1 tries to block it but to no avail. Level-One is down to one knee, Gates bounces off the ropes…steps on L1’s knee…SHINING WIZARD! Gates gets on the mat and rolls the big man on his stomach…DROPPING DOW!!!!!!! COVER!

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Harvey: Gates is pulling out the big guns early, which is the smart thing to do, but it’s still to early in the match.

Chase: Level-One shows his power in that early kick-out. He’s going to squash Gates like a grape.

Harvey: Gates is a smart competitor, he learned a quick lesson early that he can’t match Level-One’s strength, but he can sure run circles around him.

Level-One gets back up to his feet, C.J. hits him with another kick to the leg, his accuracy is deadly as he hits the exact same spot as before. Level-One stumbles back and falls into the ropes. L1 bounces back and C.J. comes off the ropes again…WHEELBARROW TO BULLDOG!!!!! COVER!

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Level-One kicks out so hard he presses Gates out of the ring through the middle rope. Gates lands with a thud on the mat and uses the guardrail to get himself up.

Chase: That’s power right there!

Level-One is back to his feet and Gates slides in and runs at Level-One…VICIOUS CLOTHESLINE BY THE MAN WITH CELEBRITY STATUS!

Harvey: OUCH!

Chase: That stack of dimes he calls a neck was just connected enough to keep his head from flying into the third row!!!!!

Level-One grabs his video camera and turns it on, turns it to himself and says, “THIS IS OVER!” The crowd is booing like crazy.

Harvey: We may be seeing the end of C.J. Gates tonight.

Chase: Maybe?

Level-One grabs him by the head and brings him to the turnbuckle. Grabs his arm…takes a step up to the second turnbuckle…SLINGSHOT TO HELL!!!!!

Harvey: C.J. GATES IS DEAD!

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Level-One’s eyes are the size of silver dollars, he, and the crowd, are shocked at the testicular fortitude of C.J. Gates. The shock turns to rage as Level-One stands up. He looks into the camera and does a throat slicing motion for his Video Blog. He grabs Gates up and tosses him into the ropes, goes for a big boot…GATES DUCKS…SPINNING HEEL KICK BY C.J. GATES!

Harvey: Level-One may be hurting right now, he instinctively covered his face, but it held his camera and seems to have cut him.

Chase: THAT SHOULD BE A DISQUALIFICATION!

Harvey: Level-One brought the camera into the ring and covered HIS OWN FACE WITH IT!

Chase: Shut up.

Level-One slides his camera out of the ring and gets up, he grabs the top rope and starts kicking the bottom rope in anger. He’s trying to wipe the blood from running into his eyes, seems he has a gash that runs from the middle of his left eye to the middle of his right eye, through his eyebrow line. His nose is producing blood as well and is swelling.

Chase: That looks awful, we’re going to have an angry, blind giant raging!

C.J. Gates has rolled out of the ring and is clearing the cobwebs from the earlier assault. The referee is looking at Level-One’s gash, L1 pushes the ref away and says he can see and he can fight.

Harvey: Uh oh!

Chase: Here comes C.J. Gates! C.J. Gates is coming across the ring!

L1 is swinging wildly and C.J. is bobbing and weaving. He is executing machine precision kicks to both of L1’s legs. C.J. jumps to the middle rope and nails another Shining Wizard! COVER!

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Harvey: Level-One didn’t kick out of that one as fast.

Chase: What are you expecting? He got his head kicked by a guy with feet that could be registered as weapons. Cut him some slack, he’s fighting blind!

Gates rests against the ropes catching his wind. He’s letting L1 get back up on his own. L1 is wiping the blood from his eyes as the cut is still pouring blood. Gates comes forward looking for another side kick to the thigh but, instead finds himself caught with a front kick to the midsection.

Chase: And he got caught with a kick from Level-One! Level-One may have been born at night, but it wasn’t last night!

Level-One wipes the blood and grabs C.J. by the head and follows this up with a clubbing blow to the back that sends C.J. Gates down to the canvas.

Harvey: Level-One is just all over him here.

Gates tries to get back up to his feet and Level-One sends him back down to the canvas with another clubbing blow that sends the smaller man crashing down the canvas. Gates is trying to show heart and get back up, but each time he does, Level-One clubs him back down.

Chase: Level-One is clearly in control and he knows it. He's slowed the tempo down and is just dominating with his presence.

Harvey: This is not what C.J. Gates wanted to happen, I can assure you of that.

It seems the blood is starting to clot up the gash and he’s not having to wipe his eyes so much. Level-One is getting his vision back, but he’s going to have two black eyes to deal with.

Chase: Level-One setting up Gates for something here ...

He turns around and lifts Gates up to his feet, and delivers a stiff european uppercut to his opponent that has him reeling back into the ropes.

Harvey: The effectiveness of just that simple European Uppercut is disgusting. He is clearly more powerful than Gates.

Chase: Level-One methodically follows him to the ropes...like a predator stalks prey. Level-One is about to get some lunch!

Level-One claps the chest of C.J. Gates with a knife edge chop. This is quickly followed up by an irish whip that sends the smaller man across the ring. Off the ropes, C.J. Gates finds himself launched into the air for the alley oop! This isn't even fair!...AND ON THE WAY DOWN HE CATCHES LEVEL-ONE WITH A DDT!

Harvey: Incredible reversal!

Chase: C.J. Gates quickly getting up to his feet, Level-One is reeling back into the corner

C.J. Gates charges him in the corner and connects with a stinger splash. Level-One staggers out, Gates springboards onto the rope...ONE HANDED BULLDOG! Level-One’s face smashes on the mat and the blood is pouring even more than it was before. Gates gets up and backs into the corner. He has a trickle of blood coming from his chest after that vicious knife edge chop he took from Level-One. Level-One is on his elbows and knees...Gates slowly climbs to the top rope and the crowd begins to buzz.

Harvey: He's looking for something big here!

Gates comes off with a flying elbow that connects. Gates rolls off clutching his ribs, he crawls to the edge of the ring and vomits.

Harvey: That’s disgusting! But he’s giving his all!

Gates gets back to his feet wiping the punk from the side of his mouth. Level-One is starting to rouse up. C.J. Gates with clubbing blows to the back, trying to stall the big man from getting back to his feet.

Harvey: Gates is attacking and trying to drain the big man’s energy!

Chase: He's doing just that with clubbing blows to the back!

Level-One pushes Gates away and gets up, stiff legged...Gates now off the ropes and C.J. is coming back looking or a high crossbody but, Level-One catches him.

Chase: TRY AGAIN CHUMP!

Level-One now drops him back across the ring with a fall away slam...but not without C.J. dragging his fingernails across the face of Level-One in desperation.

Chase: Fall away slam sends C.J. Gates crashing to the canvas!

Harvey: The ref is checking on Level-One! He’s lost a lot of blood and that scar is only getting bigger!

C.J. Gates crashes to the canvas in agony, pulling up against the ropes immediately and falling back into the corner. Level-One sees Gates sitting in the corner and charges...C.J. Gates moves but Level-One changes plans at the last minute and hits a baseball slide that drills Gates to the outside of the ring and the momentum rolls him hard into the guardrail.

Harvey: DID YOU SEE THAT?! DID YOU SEE THAT AGILITY?!

Such an athletic move from a big man has the crowd standing in their seats. Level-One rolls out of the ring and walks to the time keeper’s table, He grabs a towel sitting beside it and picks it up and soaks the excess blood from his face and chest and applies some pressure. Out of the corner of his eye he sees a bolt of lighting but gets his foot up...BIG BOOT SENDS GATES DOWN AND HE LANDS AWKWARDLY ON THAT SHOULDER! Level-One throws the towel on the ground soaked with his blood. He grabs Gates by the head and turns him around...

Harvey: He’s going to shove him into the ring post! That will tear his shoulder out of socket!

Chase: You bet it will! Level-One is a beast!

A desperation back kick to the midsection from Gates! Gates jumps up and nails Level-One with a Pele kick! But falls on his shoulder and lets out a scream in pain.

Harvey: Did you hear the air leave Level-One’s body?

Chase: Yeah, I saw it. I also hear Gates screaming in pain!

Gates uses his other arm to get to his feet and he rolls into the ring. He sits back in the corner and holds his arm gingerly. You can see the pain on his face. Level-One crawls to the ring and uses the apron to pull himself up and rolls into the ring laying on his face. A large puddle of blood is forming where his head is, but he tries to get up to his knees. He uses the ropes to stand up and the camera catches that his left eye is almost completely swollen shut, the effects of a broken nose.

Harvey: These guys are going to be worse for the wear after this.

Chase: Now, all that matters is who wins.

They look across the ring at each and see the pain their opponent is in...they are ready to finish this off...it’s going to be all out. Gates is back to his feet, both hands up ready to fight, Level-One lifts his fists up and they being to trade blows!

Harvey: Both competitors have shown great heart tonight.

Chase: Shut-Up, you’re killing this!

C.J. ducks a wild punch from Level-One and kicks him in the stomach as hard as he can. Level-One leans over and Gates grabs his head and begins kneeing the face of Level-One! Level-One is trying to block, but Gates is a man on fire. He reaches under Level-One’s throat...MARKET CRASH! Level-One rolls to his back. The camera zooms in on Gates’ shoulder as it’s popped out of it’s socket, grotesquely.

Chase: Why did that idiot use that shoulder for The Market Crash?

Harvey: C.J. Gates is doing what he has to do to win, even if that’s putting his body on the line!

Gates covers.

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Winner: CJ Gates

Harvey: IT'S OVER!

Chase: WOW! WHAT A MATCH!

Tony Ferrari: The winner of this match...AND NUMBER 1 CONTENDER FOR THE UNDISPUTED TITLE...C.J. GATES!!!!!!!!!

C.J. Gates gets to his feet holding his arm, trainers have come down to help him, but he refuses it. He’s going to walk to the back under his own power.

Chase: I Can't believe it. This is the first time ever that CJ has ever pinned Level One. And What a time to do it

Harvey: Now the question is, Is C.J. Gates is ready for the next step. If I were Biggs or Terry Marvin, I’d be worried about this hungry competitor.

We go to a commercial for Survive and Conquer

[President Jeff]

The crowd is buzzing with anticipation for the coming match. On cue, the lights take on a blue tinge and 'TroubleMaker' hits the speakers. This sets the crowd off: everyone knows who this is leading up to. As the song bursts to life, out races Sally Talfourd, racing to the front of the stage. Raising her hands to the crowd, she kicks her leg and heads towards the ring, slapping hands with the crowd that hangs over the rails for her.

Tony: Making her way to the ring this evening, weighing in at a sublime one-hundred and forty pounds, standing in at five feet and ten inches of perfection, this is World Heavyweight Champion....Sally Talfourd!

Sally stands at the base of the steps to the ring, waving to the crowd as she is announced. When that's done, she dashes up the steps, hoists herself over the top ring and bounces to the centre of the ring. Poses for the crowd as the lights return to normal and the music fades out. The crowd still cheers for the adorable Sally as she starts to stretch for the match.

Nailz: The crowd is ready for this one.

The lights begin to dim in the arena as spotlights begin to fly around all up and down the joint. Over the loud speaker we hear the beautiful tones of Mr. Dirk Dickwood.

Dirk Dickwood: About to make his way to the ring, he is the challenger, he IS Asylum's last line of defense, he WILL crumble the Pillars... please be upstanding for the next World Heavyweight Champion... PHILLLLLLLL ATKEN!

The spotlights all join together at the top of the entrance way as “Heavyweight Champion of the World” begins to play. Out from the back stomps Phil Atken, adorned in a sparkly black and gold robe. He gets a reasonable reaction from the crowd. From behind Phil emerge his Head of Security, the one named mute Hank, Mr. Dirk Dickwood, and Saul Slendamin.

Phil hops into the ring as Saul, Dirk and the tall, bald and rather mean looking Hank take their place in Phil's corner. Phil carefully passes his shimmering robe into the hands of Dirk.

WORLD HEAVYWIGHT TITLE

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Sally Talfourd © Vs Phil Atken

The bell sounds to start the match as a hushed silence falls over the crowd; Phil motions for a test of strength but SalTal is wary of it and rightfully so. Atken laughs it off.

Nailz: I don’t blame her for being wary of it, not because he is stronger, but because he’s a cheater!

Beckett: Why are you so negative?

He finally lunges forward with a clothesline attempt, but SalTal ducks it and spins in one fluid motion, readying herself for when her opponent turns around. A moment passes before Atken does exactly that and SalTal is ready for him. She fires off a right hand shot to the jaw, followed by a second and a third that have Phil rocking. He staggers back a step as SalTal goes for an Irish whip, which, Atken reverses. Sally is sent running against the ropes but she returns with a headscissors takedown that catches her opponent by surprise!

Nailz: Wow, Sally Talfourd is really taking the fight to Phil Atken here in the early goings.

Atken rolls back to his feet, only to find SalTal on him like a rabid dog. She fires off some forearm shots that back Phil into the corner as SalTal connects with a high kick to the face. And another. A third, fourth, fifth and the combo is finished by a spinning heel kick as Phil staggers out of the corner; SalTal is already running against the ropes as she plows into Atken with a bulldog–NO–he pushes her away in midair as SalTal lands head first on the mat.

Beckett: An unconventional counter and Atken has found a way back into this match. Atken is using his brain, he got a little rotation under her and she landed on her head.

SalTal is checked on by the referee. She gets to her feet, with rage in her eyes. Hank climbs up on the apron and Sally looks to him in a moment of distraction…only to get cut down by a vicious clothesline to her turned neck. There is a fire in Atken’s eyes as he doesn’t give the ref time to check on her. Hank steps down from the apron and the ref tells him to stay out of the match. The ref zooms in on Hank’s smiling face and then his head bobbles as if he’s been punched...

Nailz: THE PILLARS ARE HERE!!!!!

Beckett: They have no right to be here!

We see it was TJ that struck Hank. They are brawling wildly. Hank grabs TJ and throws him into the crowd. Chris Strike and Keaton Saint are backing Saul Slendamin up the ramp telling him it’s time to leave. The referee is trying to break that up…

Nailz: WATCH OUT SALLY!

Dirk Dickwood slid into the ring with a chair, Phil and Dirk nod, and Phil picks up Sally…Dirk charges…Sally ducks…PHIL ATKEN IS LAID OUT!!!!!!!! Dirk falls to his knees trying to revive Phil.

Beckett: THAT SHOULD BE A DISQUALIFICATION!!!!!!

Sally grabs Dirk by the back of the suit jacket and lifts him up. She grabs him by the ears and yells at him…the front of his pants begin to turn darker…and darker…and darker…making it obvious he has urinated on himself. She grabs him and nails THE MAKEOVER!

Nailz: That’s why you don’t mess with APW MegaStars!

Phil has rolled over and gotten to his knees…He wipes his hands back over his head, his normally blonde hair is now a dark shade of crimson. There’s an anger in his eyes as he gets up…Sally is checking on Dirk to see if he’s dead or not…she stands up and Phil nails her with a running knee clip. The referee is trying to get Saul, Strike, and Saint to go up the ramp and leave. Strike and Saint go back and Saul sneaks around…he’s running through the crowd and gets to the ring…he grabs the Halliburton from where he left it and slides it into the ring to Atken…the ref sees him and starts the whole thing over…Atken takes the Halliburton and crashes it down over the knee of Sally before sliding it out of the ring…More officials have come down to get Saul to go back…HERE COMES CHRIS STRIKE BACK!!!!! Strike breaks through the sea of officials and with catlike quickness grabs Saul and applies a full nelson…Relâmpago!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nailz: SAUL IS OUT OF COMMISSION!

Beckett: This is uncalled for!!!!!

Nailz: THIS IS WAR FOR ASYLUM!!!!!

The officials are trying to grab Strike and he runs through the crowd. The others are tending to Saul. One throws up the “x” of injury. A stretcher is being wheeled down the ramp. Phil drags Sally over to the corner and starts slapping her in the face.

Nailz: Atken isn’t trying to win the match, he’s trying to end her career!

Beckett: If she can’t stop him, she doesn’t deserve to be in the business. She signed the dotted line.

This time Atken drags her back to her feet via a handful of hair and promptly body slams her back down to the canvas below. The stretcher is next to Saul now. Phil’s eyes brighten up and he grabs Sally by the hair and stands up against the ropes, he runs the ropes…SALLY DUCKS HER HEAD…PHIL FLIES OUT OF THE RING AND LANDS ON THE STRETCHER AND THEN ON TOP OF SAUL!

Beckett: This match needs to be awarded to Phil! That was uncalled for!

Sally limps over to Dirk and grabs him by the back of the pants and scruff of the jacket, pee dripping from his leg and throws him over the top rope, he bounces off of the stretcher and lands on top of Saul, too.

Nailz: That looks like a Phil Atken sandwich.

Beckett: Oh, you’ve got jokes? Idiot…

The officials are trying to get the three off of each other and Phil is crawling on his knees, his partners in crime unconscious. Keaton Saint makes his way to the ring and Sally slides the Halliburton briefcase to him. He grabs and starts walking off. Some of the officials escort him up the ramp. The officials have Saul attached to the stretcher and are helping Dirk up and getting them to the back. The ref slides in the ring and starts a count.

Beckett: This is ridiculous! All of that distraction and the ref starts the count?

Phil Atken’s face is making the same expression. His face flashes anger as he gets to his feet with help from the apron. Sally stomps on his hand making him howl and grab his hand and shake it. Phil slides in the ring and gets to his feet and meets Sally and they start throwing punches. Atken jabs a thumb into Sally’s eye and goes for a small package...

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And SalTal gets the shoulder up. Again, Phil yanks her up by the hair, much to the chagrin of the official. The ref admonishes Atken, who merely laughs as he throws Sally towards the corner. He pauses and wipes the blood from trickling down his forehead...he sends his hands backwards continuing to darken his hair. Sally hits the turnbuckle back first as Atken follows her in–only to get a boot to the face! He stumbles back, clutching his jaw as SalTal charges at him–the snapping spinebuster takes the wind out of her sails though! The crowd aren’t best pleased by the showboating Phil Atken performs as he wags a finger in the face of the prone Sally Talfourd. He goes to lift her back to her feet again–but SalTal rolls him up with a small package!

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Nailz: Phil Atken saving himself from some embarrassment there!

Beckett: He got the shoulder up in the nick of time.

Both competitors hurry back to their feet as Atken gets there first; he grabs SalTal in a collar and elbow tie-up as either competitor jockey for position. Phil uses his strength to gain the upper hand, pushing Sally back into the corner. SalTal holds up her hands as the referee calls for a break; Phil obliges before jamming his thumb in the eye of Sally Talfourd again! The referee once again admonishes him, but Atken is already on the attack, thrusting his shoulder up into the midsection of his opponent as she’s trapped in the corner. Eight thrusts later and Atken backs off, allowing SalTal the opportunity to stagger out of the corner. An Irish whip follows as Sally is sent running across the ring. She bounces of the ropes and catches Atken smack dab in the jaw with a running dropkick! Again, both competitors hurry back a vertical base as SalTal runs against the ropes once more. Phil manages to avoid the running clothesline she attempts before setting off against the ropes himself, coming back with a huge flying chop block!

Nailz: That kind of chop block is what broke Willis McGahee’s leg in the 2002 national championship.

Beckett: That was obscure.

Nailz: You always remember a vicious hit like that.

Sally is on her side clutching her knee. Atken goes for another pin attempt...

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Atken, frustrated, turns to a rear chinlock in an effort to wear down his feisty opponent and to attack what he started on...her neck.. The crowd begins to rally behind SalTal as a peeved looking Phil Atken wrenches the hold. It’s not enough to keep her grounded, however, Sally drawing strength from the crowd’s cheers as she battles back to a kneeling position before standing up. One elbow after the other driven up into the midsection of Phil Atken as Sally battles to stay in this match. One more elbow to the gut does the trick as Phil releases his grip; SalTal countering with a Pele kick!

Nailz: UTTER GUTS! SHE’S THE CHAMP FOR A REASON!

Beckett: The match isn’t over yet, homeboy.

Phil falls to one knee as SalTal uses the ropes to pull herself back to her feet. She spies Atken standing back up in the ring as she vaults herself up onto the top rope and SalTal launches herself into the ring with a flying senton attack! Sally rolls through the attack and back to her feet, ever so gingerly, as she waits by the opposite ropes, trying to catch her breath and put some pressure on her knee. Phil doesn’t make it to his feet before SalTal is back on him, firing away with forearm shots. An Irish whip follows as Atken is sent against the ropes; for some reason Sally thinks it wise to go for a back body drop, a move that is easily scouted by Phil Atken. He delivers a boot to the face to counter; Sally reeling away in a circle upon impact and straight into the crook of Atken’s arm as he hooks her in position for a DDT!

Beckett: She’s fighting out of it, Nailz!

Some more elbows from Sally Talfourd as she tries to battle on; Atken releases the hold as SalTal goes against the ropes herself. She bounces off them and wheelbarrows in an attempted bulldog, but Atken counters with a facebuster, driving SalTal face first into the mat!

Beckett: If SalTal can’t get the momentum behind her, she may struggle to put away Phil Atken. He has been on a roll here lately.

Nailz: Don’t say that – SalTal can pull this off!

While the chatter is going on, Atken has flipped SalTal over and hooked an Indian Deathlock on...He grabs the rope for leverage, not meaning for the hold to cause a submission, but to cause damage to Sally’s knee. He’s face down holding himself up by the top rope. Atken lets go at the ref’s 4 count. He seems to be growing frustrated as he drags Sally back to a vertical base and doubles her over with a knee to the gut. Two more knees driven up into her ribs and SalTal finds her head between Phil’s legs as he lifts her up for a powerbomb–NO–SalTal fighting back as she lands a right hand to the face, and another. Phil staggers back towards the ropes as Sally counters the powerbomb with a hurricanrana, sending Phil Atken tumbling over the top rope!

Nailz: Did you see that counter!? Every time Phil doesn’t do something dastardly, Sally reverses it!

Beckett: He only has to be good enough to get the 3 or to make her tap with his Figure Four. That’s all. The rest is just show.

SalTal manages to stay in the ring as Atken lays prone on the outside; the crowd cheering, Sally dragging herself towards the corner, climbing, slowly but surely to the top turnbuckle. On the outside Phil uses the rails to pick himself back up just as Sally steadies herself–SHOOTING STAR PRESS TO THE OUTSIDE!!!

Beckett: SHE SHOULDN’T BE ABLE TO DO THAT!!!

Nailz: Sally is bringing out the big guns in her arsenal to finish off this match!

The crowd cheers as Sally executes it flawlessly (considering her neck and knee), hitting Atken with the shooting star press from the top rope and both competitors are down on the outside of the ring now. The referee takes a moment before starting the count out; the fans are chanting “APW” like only the best wrestling fans can, but neither competitor has stirred by the four count. Unsurprisingly it’s SalTal who is first to her feet, using the guard rails to drag herself back up as she rolls in and out of the ring at seven to restart the count. Atken is up to a kneeling position as Sally exits the ring, making her way over to him as she grabs him by the back of the head. Atken is sent face first into the top of the rail–or he would have been if he hadn’t put his hands out to block it. Desperation setting in as Atken drives an elbow into the midsection of his opponent and slams her face first across the railing! He staggers away, still reeling from the high flying attack a few moments before as SalTal regains her bearings. She takes a step towards Phil, who grabs her by the waist and launches her overhead with a belly-to-belly suplex; SalTal landing with a dull, body shaking thump against the thin padded mats at ringside!

Nailz: These two dislike each other and are giving it their all...it’s going to be a photo finish!

Beckett: You’re right. Whoever wins this match has truly earned it.

The referee reaches a six count as Atken rolls back in and out of the ring. He resets the count and grabs Sally by the hair and rolls her in the ring...

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SalTal gets the shoulder up in the nick of time! Atken rolls off, fuming in anger as he drags SalTal back to her feet once again. He scoops her up onto his shoulders, but Sally ducks down the back, landing on her feet. She grabs the front of his hair and pulls back hard, a 4 inch gash can be seen at his hairline!!!

Nailz: It looks like Sally is trying to scalp Phil Atken!

Beckett: That should be a disqualification!

Sally pulls back on his head instead and grabs him in a reverse DDT motion...and she drops him like a sack of potatoes...Utterly exhausted and hurting, she is drags herself over to make the cover...

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Beckett: How! How did Phil Atken kick out of that one?

The crowd gasp in shock at the kickout as an undeterred Sally Talfourd drags herself towards the corner, using the ropes there to stand back up as Atken stands up of his own accord in the center of the ring. Phil spies where his opponent is as he charges in–but SalTal dodges the attack–Atken hitting the turnbuckles chest first and staggering away clutching his sternum in agony as Sally climbs to the middle rope. Phil turns back to where she’s perched as SalTal flies through the air!!! She goes old school and nails a vicious Tomahawk Chop! Phil’s eyes cross and he falls to his knees and then to his face, a pool of blood forming around his head. Sally is writhing in pain from landing on her injured knee. She put herself on the line to pick up the win...SalTal drapes herself over and hooks the leg…

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The referee has slid out of the ring...That’s Hank!

Nailz: That’s not fair!!!!!

Hank picks the referee up and slams him head first into the pole. Hank rolls into the ring and wrings his hands with glee as he’s about to hurt Sally.

THE ROOF GOES OFF THE BUILDING AS TJ RETURNS FROM THE CROWD AREA!

TJ blindsides Hank and sends him into the ropes...SOULBUSTER!!!!! He drags Hank out of the ring.[/center]

Sally gets back to her feet, but Phil is on his hands and knees by this time and gives another chopblock that takes Sally down screaming. He slaps her in the face and yells at her “ASYLUM IS MINE!!!!” He makes a half effort to wipe the blood from his face and grabs Sally by the feet...a new referee slides into the ring and Phil applies the Figure Four!

Nailz: This can't be it

Beckett: He's going to do it!

He wrenches it in hard! Sally is trying to reach for the ropes...but the pain is too immense and the damage to much but Sally isn't tapping

Nailz: No, Sally isn't giving up

Beckett: Sally is fighting the pain!

Sally slowly pulls herself towards the rope and is just inches away from grabbing it.

Nailz: She's gonna break it

At the last second, Atken pulls Sally, while still in the figure four, back to the middle of the ring.

Beckett: Sally is in trouble

Sally is still fighting it and is trying to turn Phil over to his stomach. She uses the reaction from the crowd and is able to turn Phil over, moving the presure and pain over to him

Nailz: She revesed it!

Phil however, some how rolls back over to his back and still has the figure four still on.

Beckett: This is so intense!

Sally reaches for the ropes and is no where's close. Again, she tries to turn Phil back over.

Nailz: Sally is giving everything she can to get out of this.

Sally has Phil half way turn over and then Phil brings Sally back to her back and then


SALLY TAPS OUT!

Winner and NEW APW World Heavyweight Champion: Phil Atken

Nailz: NO FREAKIN WAY!

Beckett: THE BIGGEST UNDERDOG ON ASYLUM IS NOW THE NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

Atkens music hits and everyone is in shock as the ref hands him the world heavyweight title. Sally lays in the ring holding her leg as Atken hugs the title and celebrates with it.

Nailz: I am lost for words right now.

Beckett: I think everyone is. Wow,what a moment this was

Atken continues to celebrate as we cut to an image

[President Jeff]

The scene opens in the locker room where APW Undisputed Champion sits looking at himself in the mirror. The LeWinter sisters stand behind him as does Felipe and Level One!

Felipe: It’s time Champ!

Violet: It’s time to represent the Sindicate, and do us proud.

Level One: Everything we’ve done to this point, all our plans have led up to this. YOU ARE A CHAMPION

Terry smiles as he looks into the mirror before turning to his Sindicate fellowship.

Terry Marvin: Tonight, the world will know one simple fact. That with the Sindicate in charge, the game has FOREVER CHANGED! I hope they like this new world we’ve built for them. We own it, we run it. Tonight, the Real Show Era comes to a head. Tonight…. I ascend!


ITS SHOWTIME

The Sindicate shouts off with battle cries as Terry hoists up his title and walks out of the room.

We then cut to the hype video for our main event

[President Jeff]

Tony: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is our MAIN EVENT and it is scheduled for one fall for the APW UNDISPUTED CHAMPIONSHIP!

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

Tony: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 217 pounds, from Seattle, Washington, Biggs!

Biggs greets the fans as he heads towards the ring with a slow, methodical pace, and once he reaches it, he slingshots himself over the top rope, and raises his hands up, index fingers pointed upwards, prompting white fireworks to shoot from the turnbuckles. Biggs removes his ring jacket and shades, handing them to a stage hand at ringside, as the lights come back on.

Harvey: Here we go, folks. This match has been long anticipated and has definitely left no love lost between Biggs and Terry. Biggs came within inches of winning this title at One Night in Hell

Chase: And then he spent the last few weeks selling out every single thing he’s ever stood for and become a little play thing for these fans. It’s disgusting Harvey, and I can’t wait for Marvin to put him in his place.

Harvey: Well, Biggs is a former Undisputed Champion, and is trying to reclaim what he lost nearly a year and a half ago to CJ Gates!

Chase: Christmas may be the time for dreams to come true, but Biggs‘ will end in crushing disappointment.

IT’S SHOWTIME

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

Tony: And his opponent from Las Vegas Nevada, weighing in at 245 pounds. He is the APW Undisputed Champion…. TERRY MARVIN!!!!!

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

Chase: IT‘S SHOWTIME! And it‘s time for the year of Terry Marvin to go out with one HELL of a bang! This has been the single greatest string of accomplishments the wrestling world has ever seen. How could ANYBODY attest to anything better?

Harvey: It certainly has been a year to remember. After a crazy performance in Survive and Conquer, one tremendous Overdrive Title reign, winning Test for the Best, claiming the Undisputed Crown, and winning the match from hell….Marvin has done it all. But Biggs may just be his toughest challenge yet as his revitalized attitude has put everyone on check.

Chase: This match is finally HERE! I can‘t wait to see Marvin go postal on Biggs and remind us all that the REAL SHOW ERA is here to stay.

Harvey: Who will close out 2012 on top of the food chain? Well folks, we‘re about to find out!

Terry and Biggs meet right in the middle of the ring and stare eye to eye, and nose to nose. The tension is palpable as Terry takes a step back and points at Biggs, and then at his title and raises his hands looking to the crowd for worship. They boo him loudly as Biggs leans back against the turnbuckle and raises his arms up and down egging the fans on.

YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE! YOU’RE AN ASSHOLE!

Chase: HOW DARE these fans disrespect the King of APW in this manner. It‘s disgraceful.

Harvey: In the same token you can ask how DARE Terry Marvin respect all the great APW fans in the way he does around every turn!

Marvin’s face turns beat red as he scowls greatly and glares back at Biggs. He screams at him to “come on and fight!” Biggs smirks and they meet face to face in the ring again. Marvin is running Biggs down big time almost screaming down his throat. Biggs just stands there with a disconcerned look on his face as Marvin keeps it up. Finally Biggs has had enough and SLAPS Marvin hard in the side of the face garnering a “OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH” From the fans.

Harvey: MY GOD! What a slap. The sound from that echoed throughout this arena. In fact, they heard it in Time Square!

Terry stares at him as if he just spit on his grave and rears back to unleash a huge right hand.

Chase: Uh Oh, Payback is a BITCH!

Biggs ducks under the right and hits Marvin with a quick shinning wizard that sends him stumbling into the corner. Marvin shakes it off, and charges at Biggs only to get a huge arm drag. Marvin rolls back to his feet, charges again and gets another Armdrag. Marvin gets back up quickly and blocks a hip toss by Biggs, kicking him in the gut and locking him up for a Side Effect. Marvin goes to lift him, but Biggs shifts his weight and hits a falling Arm drag and this time locks Marvin into a modified arm bar.

Harvey: BIGGS with a massive counter there and he‘s certainly done his homework!!

Chase: Clearly He Got Lucky! I‘m sure that will run out soon.

Biggs tries to synch it in, but Marvin quickly scrambles with his feet to hook the ropes. The crowd cheers loudly as the hold is broken and begin to chaint loudly…..

LETS GO BIGGS! LETS GO BIGGS!

Harvey: This crowd has lifted Biggs up onto their shoulders here! They‘re throwing everything behind Biggs.

Chase: They are a fickle bunch….they‘ll turn on him soon, wait and see.

Marvin screams at the ref for doing a horrible job claiming that Biggs pulled his hair, the tights, and everything else under the sun. Biggs looks impatient at all the whining and charges at Marvin who ducks under the top rope telling the ref to get Biggs back which brings boos down from the fans. Biggs is backed off and gets warned by the Ref, but soon sees Marvin creeping up on him and goes right back after him forcing Terry to go back into the ropes.

Harvey: WHAT A COWARD! Marvin doesn‘t want anything to do with Biggs!

Chase: Don‘t be so naïve Darren! This is all part of Terry‘s grandmaster plan! Strategy is the name of the game.

This time the Ref gets in between them and Marvin takes this opportunity to kick Biggs hard with a vicious low blow without the knowledge of the referee. Biggs doubles over in pain as the boos shower down loudly again.

Chase: Told ya.

Harvey: Blatent Low Blow by Marvin there. Come on ref, open your eyes.

Marvin grabs his head, screams and then jumps up and back hitting a HUGE Impact DDT that sees Biggs’ head plant into the mat HARD.

He makes a quick cover.

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Chase: SLOW COUNT!

Harvey: For the Love of GOD, could you be more BIASED and transparent?

Marvin smiles as he gets up to his feet. He stalks Biggs as he rises back up. As Biggs turns around, Marvin unleashes a massive spinning wheel kick. Biggs lands in a heap as Marvin stands over him taunting him to no end. He stomps hard on Biggs’ Chest again and again. He then yanks BIGGS up by his hair blatently ignoring the referee’s warning and NAILS him with a snap Suplex hard in the middle of the ring. He takes his foot and grinds it into the face of Biggs, laughing as the crowd boos and the ref comes to break it up, forcing a five count.

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Harvey: Marvin is just ignoring every facet of the rules now and is literally trying to embarrass Biggs right now.

Chase: He‘s just taking the crowd out of the equation Darren, clearly you have no idea how to win a war like this! !

Marvin then pulls Biggs back up and wrenches the arm. He SNAPS Biggs down Hard and drops the leg across the arm and shoulder tying him in a modified short arm scissors. Terry wrenches back hard trying to hyperextend the elbow and shoulder. Biggs screams in pain as he struggles for the ropes. The ref asks if he wants to quit and Marvin screams at him ”GIVE UP NOW, or I WILL hurt you Biggs”

Chase: HAHA! Does anybody mentally disect their opponent better than Marvin? He’s trying to zap Biggs’ will right here!

This bit of taunting seems to motivate Biggs as he manages to throw a hard punch right in Terry’s temple forcing him to relinquish the hold. Terry stumbles to his feet holding his head As Biggs is right back up. He hits Marvin with a running Knee lift to the Face sending him stumbling back to the ropes. He then charges at Terry, But Terry recovers just in Time to BACK BODY DROP Biggs right out of the ring forcing him to land hard on the floor. The fans all gasp as Marvin smiles a sick smile!

Harvey: Biggs just hit that hard floor and that could have crushed every single bone in his body.

Chase: Don‘t tease me Darren unless you know it‘s true.

Biggs rolls around holding his shoulder and back, screaming in pain! Terry smiles like a shark smelling blood in the water and rolls to the outside quickly stomping away on Biggs’ bad shoulder while the Ref begins his count.

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Terry yanks Biggs up by that Bad shoulder and shoves him HARD into the ring post colliding with it hard.

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Terry then grabs Biggs by the back of the head and slams it hard against the post, not once, not twice, but three time eliciting boos from the fans.

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He hoists Biggs up on his shoulders.

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Harvey: UH-OH! What in God‘s Name is he doing.

He positions him and takes a few steps back and smiles.

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Chase: YES!

Terry runs towards the post, launching Biggs off his shoulders and tossing him like a sack of potatoes AT THE POLE! The crowd Groans in pain as Biggs shoulder hit’s the pole hard and his arm contorts in ways no humans should

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Biggs rolls around holding his arm and shoulder as Marvin just laughs to the boos and jeers from the fans!

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Terry yanks Biggs up and slides him into the ring before rolling in to break the count and then rolling right back out. He drags Biggs toward the corner, grabs both arms and RUNS backwards pulling him hard shoulder first into the pole!

Harvey: Come on now! Is he trying to break Biggs‘ ARM?

Chase: I think that‘s KIND OF the point Darren!

Marvin then wraps Biggs’ bad arm around the pole, takes a step back and hit’s a running yakuza kick to the arm and shoulder against the pole! The crowd boos as Biggs flops around on the apron holding his arm. Marvin slides back in the ring and stalks Biggs. He pulls him to his feet, wraps his arm in a hammer lock before kicking Biggs and doubling him over. With his arm still in a hammer lock position he lifts Biggs on his shoulders and DROPS HIM WITH A SIT OUT POWERBOMB hammerlock combo!

Harvey: OH MY GOD!

He covers.

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Marvin stares at the Ref, like he’s gone insane. He then looks back towards a fallen Biggs and mounts on top of him. He screams at Biggs while he unleashes a series of slaps to Biggs’ face causing the Ref to grab him and pull him off. Marvin shoves the ref away to more boos from the crowd and then mounts on Biggs again BLATENTLY CHOKING HIM! The ref is there

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Harvey: This is a new brutal side of Marvin!

Chase: Well, what would YOU do if somebody were trying to take your reason for existing?

Marvin pulls Biggs up and to the center of the ring. He hooks his bad arm and DROPS with a high impact Single Arm DDT. He then positions himself for a modified ARM BAR, laying across Biggs Back and yanking the arm up! Biggs screams in pain again as he repeatedly shakes his head to the requests of the referee. He struggles for a good long while in the hold before managing to get his FINGER tips on the ropes. The ref calls for a break but MARVIN refuses. The ref gives him another 5 count which Terry exhausts all of.

Harvey: My god! How damaged is that arm and shoulder of Biggs?

Chase: I think it’s safe to say Biggs’ love life will be HEAVILY impacted without the use of his left arm.

Terry pulls Biggs back to his feet and hooks him for a Northern Lights suplex. But as he tries to lift him over Biggs synches down on his head, blocking it. Biggs throws a couple hard knees to the face of Marvin as the fans begin to cheer him on.

Harvey: Signs of life from Biggs!

Biggs spins Marvin around preparing for the First Contact Reverse DDT, but Terry rolls out of it and Shoves him into the ropes. When Biggs comes back, Marvin takes him down by the arm and hooks him in the SHOWS OVER CROSSFACE!

Chase: THE SHOW IS OVER BABY! Call the Guinness book of world records to report the most lopsided Championship victory in history!

The crowd boos loudly as Marvin hooks it in the center of the ring wrenching back hard. He screams for the Ref to ask him NOW! Biggs shakes his head, but the look of pain on his face tells a completely different story. Biggs tries to maneuver to get to the ropes, but it’s nearly hopeless as Marvin’s weight keeps him from moving and he has little use of his arms. He begins to fade, but not before the Crowd tries to pick him back up.

LETS GO BIGGS! LETS GO BIGGS!

Refueled by the fans, Biggs manages to loose his one arm and tries to elbow Marvin off. Marvin catches the arm and struggles to lock the hold back in giving Biggs time to push and crawl backwards towards the ropes. Marvin has a hold of the arm, but it’s not locked correctly. Biggs GETS TO THE ROPES! But continues to struggle and crawl as his feet go under the ropes. The ref calls for a break but Marvin refuses trying to lock it in again. Biggs has squirmed and crawled so much that half his body is under the ropes. Gravity pretty much does the rest as Biggs Stands on the outside with Marvin still attached to his back. The look on Marvin’s face is one of pure shock!

Harvey: What an INCREDIBLE show of STRENGTH by Biggs There!

Biggs then backs HARD into the ring post with Marvin’s back and Ribs colliding. He then does it AGAIN, but Marvin still has a hold of Biggs, refusing to give it up. Biggs then turns, jumps, and falls back hard against the concrete floor on the outside! The crowd EXPLODES in cheers as Marvin rolls off in pain and Biggs lays there in exhaustion, a smile creeping over his face that he is free. The ref begins to count them out!

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Chase: I can‘t BELIEVE what I just saw there Darren. It was a travesty of justice to watch Biggs cheat like that!

Harvey: And what exact rules did he break?!

Chase: ….

Harvey: Thought So!

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Biggs stirs and pulls himself up on the apron. He looks out at all the fans screaming for him before laying back and rolling into the ring.

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Marvin begins to stir, but not to the point of getting up. Biggs finally stumbles to his feet in the ring holding his shoulder.

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Harvey: WAIT! Biggs can‘t win the title on a count out!

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As if hearing Darren, Biggs bolts to the ropes, sliding out at the last second to break the count as a collective sigh can be heard by all in attendance. Biggs grabs Marvin and slams his Head against the Apron before whipping him into the Barrier and following it up with a huge running knee to the face forcing Marvin down against the Barrier. Biggs smiles now and rushes colliding his knee in Marvin’s face, sandwiching it against the barrier. Biggs then smiles before rolling Marvin into the ring to the delight of the fans!

Chase: Terry better do something, or this is going to get out of hand in a hurry!

Harvey: Biggs seems in full control now as the momentum has clearly shifted! Let‘s see what Biggs can do with it!

Biggs Pulls Marvin up and unleashes with a few European Uppercuts in the corner. He then unleashes with a few hard Calf Kicks to the sides of Marvin who is slow to cover up. He backs up and hit’s a big running leg Lariat to the head of Marvin who stumbles out of the corner. Biggs uses this to springboard off the middle rope, flip in mid air and take Marvin down with a inverted DDT in the middle of the ring. The crowd explodes again as he crawls over to Biggs, hooking the leg for the cover.

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Chase: COME ON BIGGS! You’re not going to put the Undisputed Champion away that easily!

Harvey: Biggs is pulling out all the stops Chase I‘m sure he‘s just ceising every opportunity he can.

Biggs then pulls Marvin back to his feet. He throws a few calf kicks to the sore back of Terry before shoving Marvin into the ropes and hitting a big running knee to the back as he rebounds. He hit’s a backsweep kick to take Marvin down and rolls him over face down. He bounces off the ropes and hit’s a double foot stomp to Marvin’s back before pulling him back up to his feet, shoving him face first into the corner and hitting a running dropkick to Marvin’s back! He pulls him back, hooks him and drops with the First Contact DDT, his knee driving right into Marvin’s upper back. Biggs makes another cover.

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Biggs then rolls Marvin over and stand over him taunting him just like Marvin did earlier. This time the fans EAT IT UP, cheering loudly!

Chase: Come on Darren, where’s the lecture about fair play and sportsmanship now?

Harvey: Turnabout is fair play Johnny.

Biggs then slaps Marvin in a BIG camel clutch pulling back hard trying to do real damage to the back of the Undisputed Champion. He arches back as far as he can eliciting a loud scream of pain from Marvin. Biggs smiles and in mocking fashion tells Marvin… “GIVE UP NOW, or I WILL hurt you Marvin”. The fans cheer loudly as Marvin continues to shake his head at the referee. He begins to crawl toward the ropes, but Biggs slows that down with a few hard forearm shots to Marvin’s face. Marvin holds his hand up like he’s about to tap out.

Chase: NO!

Harvey: This could be it!

But Instead he shoves his hand back into the face of Biggs grabbing a hold of his skin with his nails and RAKING his face hard causing Biggs to drop the hold and cover his face. The crowd boos loudly as Marvin rolls up to his feet, holding his back and waiting as Biggs gets back to his feet. Marvin charges, but Biggs sees it coming and snaps into action with a dropkick to the knees. He quickly follows it up with a huge shining wizard to Terry’s head sending him face down on the mat. The crowd cheers Biggs loudly as he moves to Marvin’s head and underhooks the arms before preceeding to shove his knee HARD into Marvins face and head. The crowd counts as he unleashes Knee strike after Knee strike.

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Harvey: Biggs is unleashing a brutal beating on the champion that I don‘t think we‘ve seen during his epic year here in APW!

Chase: I can’t watch this! Wake me when the Nightmare is over!

Biggs pulls a Groggy Marvin to his feet and dodges away as Terry takes wild swing after wild swing at Biggs. Biggs dodges underneath and hit’s a jumping spin kick to the back of Marvin sending him into the ropes. Biggs follows it up with a running, flying forearm that Takes Terry down hard in the middle of the ring. Biggs runs full speed to the ropes, springboards and spins in mid air hitting a leg drop right across the neck of the Undisputed Champion. The loud cheers from the fans erupt as Biggs Hooks the leg for the cover.

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Chase: PHEW. That was too close. Come on Champ, you can put this one away anytime you’re ready now!

Harvey: Biggs was INCHES away from reclaiming that title there! He seems a little frustrated, not sure what he has to do to put Marvin away here!

Biggs stands up and runs his hands through his hair looking at Marvin and scowling. He YANKS Terry up to his feet, Hooks his head and arms and…. HIT’S TERRY’S OWN SIDE EFFECT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING!

Chase: HE CANT DO THAT!

Harvey: But he just did!

The crowd goes absolutely ecstatic as Biggs walks to the legs of Marvin, picking them up and stepping over the left one. He hooks the right and turns Marvin over with the SharpShooter! The crowd continues to cheer as he sits back on Marvin. Terry screams in pain trying to turn Biggs back around, or somehow crawl out of this vicious manuver. But Biggs has it locked in expertly. Terry pounds the mat in Pain as the ref is there asking if he want’s to submit.

Harvey: Terry is TRAPPED and he’s got NO WHERE to go now!

Chase: LEVEL ONE! SINDICATE! Where are you guys? The champ is in trouble, get your asses out here now!

Marvin colapses almost in a lump on the mat, face down. The ref is there to see if he want’s to submit. Marvin just says no, but isn’t flailing around anymore. The crowd cheers loudly and Biggs smiles feeling the beginning of the end. Marvin reaches back to grab Biggs’ leg, but Biggs has it expertly placed. He reaches for the ropes, but is a good foot or two away from them. The look on Marvin’s face is one of pure fear and torture as the ref asks him again….. But Marvin doesn’t respond as his eyes seem to roll in the back of his head!

Chase: Oh No, Marvin may have just passed out from the pain there!

The ref lifts his arm up and lets it fall… It hit’s the mat with a thump. He shouts out…..

“ONE!”

The fans erupt in cheers as he grabs his hand again, lifting it and letting it thump against the mat…..

“TWO!”

The atmosphere here is explosive as Biggs can feel that title in his hands. The arm is raised for the third and final time. He lets it fall……

BUT MARVIN STOPS IT BEFORE IT HIT’S THE MAT!

Chase: There‘s still fight left in the champ! It‘s a Christmas Miracle!

Marvin Pushes up with everything he has using all his upper body strength to crawl towards the ropes. Biggs looks almost shocked as he shakes his head emphatically. The crowd watches on in stuned silence as Marvin gets within inches of the ropes, but can’t quite reach them.

But in on last massive effort, he LUNGES and grabs hold of the rope!

Chase: YES!

Harvey: MY GOD! That took an exorbanent amount of strength and heart to pull off. Marvin wants this more than anything else in the world.

Chase: DUH!

Biggs colapses against the ropes in complete shock. He looks on as Marvin slowly pulls himself up, stumbling, barely able to stand with the pain in his back. Biggs runs over to Marvin and grabs his head. He rushes to the corner looking for the BIGG TIME. But Marvin Grabs the ropes as Biggs flips over, and blocks the move. Biggs lands on his feet, turns around RIGHT into Marvin who hit’s a BIG Side Effect!

Chase: HERE WE GO! The Champ is back!

Marvin holds his back still, stumbling into the ropes but smiles as he screams at Biggs. ”THAT’S how you do that BITCH”

He then runs and drops a leg across the throat of Biggs. He stands up and drops another. He stands back up, leaps into the air and spins for another. He runs and hit’s the ropes, runs back and hits ANOTHER Leg Drop. He then stands back to his feet and hit’s a FLIPPING Leg Drop!

Chase: HOLY Leg-Drop-apoluza BATMAN!

Marvin makes the cover.

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Marvin pulls Biggs back to his feet, cross his arms in front of his body. And hit’s a CROSS ARMED RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP!

Chase: BIGGS JUST GOT CANCELLED!

Terry covers again.

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Harvey: There is absolutely NO quit in Biggs, and both these men are pulling out all the stops right now.

Marvin stands up and screams “ITS OVER” as he picks Biggs up by the head and kicks him hard in the gut. He hooks both his arms and lets out a scream as he goes for his patented move.

Harvey: Here comes a Whiplash…. This one could be Over…. NO!.

Biggs counters out of it and hit’s a small package.

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Both men Roll to their feet quickly. Marvin goes for a clothesline, but Biggs ducks underneath, grabs Marvins arm and hooks him before he drops for a HUGE Shockwave DDT!

Harvey: And Biggs rebounds in STRONG fashion.

Biggs makes the cover hooking the leg.

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Chase: Not so fast!

Biggs Stands up frustrated, wondering what the hell he has to do to put this one away. He throws a few hard kicks at a Rising Marvin and comes off with a huge Leg Lariat that takes him down to the ground. He grabs Marvin’s head and hit’s the BIGG TIME connecting with it this time. Biggs crawls for the cover.

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Harvey: Biggs is on one hell of a roll now, and let‘s see if this continues!

Biggs runs to the turnbuckle and climbs to the very top rope. The fans cheer loudly as Biggs poses a bit calling for more applause. He then composes himself and leaps off HIGH into the air with a UFO Frog Splash…..

RIGHT ACROSS MARVIN’S RISEN KNEES!

Chase: HAHAHAHAHA! How‘s that for a crash and burn!

Harvey: REAL Heads up play by Marvin there to get the feet up.

Biggs flops around on the mat holding his chest and abdomen trying to catch his breath. The crowd boos loudly and tries to poise behind Biggs and get him re focused. But Biggs gets up and turns around into Terry Marvin who quickly grabs him, hooks his arms and head, lifts him and PLANTS HIM HARD!

Chase: WHIPLASH BABY! YEAH!

Harvey: He connects solidly in the middle of the ring. Marvin RETAINS!

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Chase: YES! Wait, WHAT?

Harvey: Biggs got the shoulder up! Biggs got the shoulder up. How the hell did he have the sense to kick out of that?

Marvin can’t believe what the hell just happened there. He’s literally in shock as are the rest of the fans. Suddenly the cheers begin to grow as they realize just what exactly happened! Marvin climbs the turnbuckle now and screams out to the crowd. He runs his thumb across his throat before he leaps backwards with a CORKSCREW MOONSAULT…..

HITING THE CANVAS AS BIGGS ROLLS AWAY!

Harvey: Nobody Home!

Chase: SHUT UP!

Biggs pulls himself up and shakes off the cobwebs. He turns to meet Marvin who throws a kick towards Biggs. Biggs catches it and with all the strength he can muster THROWS Marvin’s feet up sending him back flipping and landing hard face first on the mat.

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

The crowd enjoyed the hell out of that, but not as much as this. Biggs pulls Marvin up kicks him in the gut, puts his leg over Marvins head and…..

Harvey: SPACED OUT! In the middle of the ring!

Chase: No, this can‘t be happening. Wake me up, wake me up, wake me up. Why can‘t I wake up?

Biggs falls on Marvin, hooks the leg…

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SHOULDER UP!

Harvey: HOW IN THE….

Chase: THANK YOU GOD! THANK YOU THANK YOU!

Biggs looks at the ref like WTF, but the ref just shrugs as the fans are blowing the roof off this place. Biggs gets back up to his feet and looks at Marvin like he has no clue what else to do.

Harvey: This match is for all the marbles, for that one thing which every guy in the locker room strives for! And these guys are giving it their all!

Biggs then flashes an evil smile that says he has an awful idea. He pulls Marvin to his feet and taunts him a little bit before saying “Let’s see how you like it” As he hooks Marvin’s arms and heads, picks him up and drops him with a WHIPLASH!!!

Chase: AHHH! He did it again, somebody sue that man.

Biggs, exhausted, manages to roll Marvin over before collapsing down across him for the cover.

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Harvey: OH MY GOD HE DID IT!

Biggs rolls off of Marvin with his arms held high! But the ref looks now and notices that Marvin had his foot on the bottom rope. He then waves it off and tells Nicky Paige that the match is still on. He tells Biggs who is irate and almost inconsolable. Biggs slams the mat before picking Marvin back up. He slaps Marvin in the face before setting him up for the SPACED OUT again!

Harvey: Biggs is trying to end it once again….NO! OH MY GOD!

Marvin drops to his knees and hits Biggs with multiple Low Blows as the ref is still explaining what happened to Paige. Terry slowly gets to his feet, having to use the ropes to steady himself. He grabs Biggs by the head and runs to the corner…..HITTING THE BIGG TIME!

Harvey: NOW who‘s stealing moves….

Chase: What was that about Turn Around being fair play?

Marvin is unable to Cover Biggs though, physically beat from this match. He pulls himself up almost out of sheer will and grabs Biggs. He smiles as he sets him up with his leg over his head and HIT’S THE SPACED OUT OF HIS OWN! He makes the cover.

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Harvey: MY GOD! What do these two men have to do to finish this match off?

Chase: You‘d Better call the national Guard, this one is going to get pretty ugly.

Marvin stumbles to his feet and somehow makes it over to the turnbuckle. He slowly climbs to the top, the whole way yelling “THIS IS HOW YOU DO A FROG SPLASH” yet not really looking like he knows where he is. As Marvin gets to the top however, Biggs rolls to his feet and runs at the turnbuckle with one last hop of desperation, grabs Marvin’s head and leaps off with a MODIFIED CUTTER! They crash into the middle of the ring and Biggs slowly turns Marvin over, and drapes a arm across his chest.

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Shoulder up!

Harvey: This is the NEVERENDING Title Match. Neither one of these guys is willing to give it up!

Chase: What did you expect Darren? These two guys live and breath this business…this title is the only thing that matters…EVER!

Biggs pulls himself to his feet and stumbles over to the turnbuckle. He climbs up slowly to the top, barely able to control his own legs. When he gets there, Marvin has crawled to the turnbuckle, reaches up and swats Bigg’s leg away forcing him to crotch himself on the top. Marvin somehow climbs up with Biggs, Hooks him and leaps off with a SIDE EFECT FROM THE TOP! He stands up, stumbling around wondering where he is before he falls on top of Biggs for the cover.

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Chase: UNBELIEVABLE! Something has got to give!

Marvin just rolls off of Biggs with no emotion what so ever. He crawls to the corner and slowly pulls himself up. Once he gets up, he turns to Biggs, but just colapses back down in a seated position. Biggs crawls to the corner and slowly gets up, using the corner to support him.

Harvey: These two guys have put each other through hell….and all for the glory of being called the Undisputed Champion!

Marvin stands up and begins to undo the top turnbuckle for some reason. The ref tries to get him to stop, but Marvin just shoves him off. It seems hes desperate to do ANYTHING at this point. He turns and sees Biggs staring right at him. The Two men run strait at each other, and BOTH DIVE for a cross body block! They connect head first and roll around on the mat.

Chase: That MAY have knocked them BOTH out!

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Harvey: HERE WE GO!

Marvin grabs Bigg’s head and tries to slam it into the exposed steal. Biggs blocks it and elbows Marvin in the gut. He then tries to slam his head into the steel. Marvin blocks it and thumbs Biggs in the eye. He grabs him by the hair and slams him back first against the steal. Biggs whinces in pain as Marvin sets him on the top turnbuckle, positioning him.

Harvey: What the hell is he doing?

Marvin climbs up with Biggs and steadies both of them on top of that exposed turnbuckle.

Chase: I don’t like the looks of this Darren.

Marvin hooks Biggs on top of that turnbuckle, struggling to stead himself. But finally he has control and hooks the arms and head of Biggs.

Harvey: DON’T DO THIS! THIS IS CRAZY!

Marvin leaps off and spins, landing HARD On the mat with a TOP ROPE WHIPLASH!!!! Biggs is a lump on the mat completely unconscious.

“HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!”

Marvin rolls him over and lays an arm across Biggs.

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THREE!

Winner and still Undisputed Champion: Terry Marvin

DING DING DING!

Tony: WINNER OF THIS MATCH, and STILL UNDISPUTED CHAMPION…… The Real Show TERRY MARVIN!

Chase: The Real Show Era Lives On!

Harvey: WHAT A MAGNIFICANT MATCH.

Marvin rolls off of Biggs and is handed his Title which he clutches to his chest as he lays there on the mat. The EMT’s rush out to check on both men as “Hate Me Now” plays over the loudspeakers.

Harvey: Both men stole the show tonight. But that all the time we have. For everyone here in APW, we'd like to wish every a happy and safe holiday and we'll see everybody back in 2013!

Terry gets to his feet. Green and Red confetti begin to fall from the rafters as he's celebrating in the ring and Christmas Chaos comes to a close