Overdrive - Saitama, Japan (10/20/08)

[President Jeff]

Overdrive opens up with its intro video




The video ends then "Between Angels and Insects" by Papa Roach hits the P.A. system

Chase: Welcome to Overdrive Folks. I’m Johnny Chase along with Darren Harvey and we are just 6 days away from One Night in Hell.

Harvey: We have a packed show for tonight so we’re no wasting any time for our first match up of the night. John Green takes on Billy Dork.

The crowd gets on their feet as John Green walks from behind the curtain. Green stands at the beginning of the ramp as he looks at the crowd with a smile on his face.

Chase: Green has been having a hard time picking up a win lately.

Harvey: Maybe tonight will be his lucky night against the new comer.

Green starts to walk down the ramp slapping the hands of fans. While Green Is walking to the ring, from behind Billy Dork comes from behind. He grabs Green by the back of the head and throws him skull first into the ring post.

Chase: Come on, that match hasn’t even started.

Harvey: This is uncalled for

Dork pulls Green back and rams his head into the post again, busting Green open. Dork rolls Green into the ring and follows him in quickly and the bell rings

Billy Dork Vs John Green.

Chase: Big surprise, some one is up early on John Green.

Harvey: Billy Dork is starting this one quick, he wants the big win over the former APW Champion.

Chase: Right about now I don’t know how big the win actually would be.

Dork looks around to the fans, he picks the bloodied Green up by the hair and plants him back on the ground with a huge tombstone piledriver.

Chase: Dork looks to have this match won here

Dork points to the top rope and the fans cheer as he springs himself up onto the top. Dork flies off the top rope hitting a picture perfect Dorkinator. Dork stands up and puts one foot on Green’s chest, the referee counts
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Winner: Billy Dork

Harvey: Look at that, he didn’t even work up a sweat.

Chase: It really is sad, how pathetic this former APW great has become.

Harvey: Its looks like Billy is asking for the Microphone

The ref rolls John Green out of the ring as Billy Dork has the microphone handed to him.

Billy: Can I have everyone’s attention please?

The crowd quiets down

Billy: I have something to say to a special someone. Mrs. Dita Von Amora. Since my first day in APW, that was the first time I laid eyes on you, I thought you we’re the most beautiful woman in the world. Do I have one question for you, and I hope you say yes. Will you go out with me?

Chase: Is Billy asking Dita out on a date.

Harvey: It looks like it. He’s been hitting on Dita for the past 2 weeks now but she’s been giving him the cold shoulder

Just then, Erotica by Madonna hits the PA and out come Dita with a Microphone

Dita: Billy, you just don’t get it do you. I don’t assicite myself with Dorks. You tried to impress me by beating John Green and Jake Ruby? Big deal, Everyone has beaten them. And I’m sick and tired of you always bugging me, so I decided to take matters into my own hands.

Chase: What is she talking about?

Dita: I just came from President Jeff’s office with a proposal that he granted to me. This Sunday, at One Night in Hell, like it or not Billy, it will be Me Verses You. And since every match at One Night in Hell will have a special Halloween type gimmick to it, our match, will be
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A CASKET MATCH!

Harvey: Wow, a first for APW!

The fans cheer

Dita: You want a date with me Billy, it looks like you got one at One Night in Hell

Dita’s music hits and she heads backstage as Billy isn’t sure how to react. Billy leaves the ring as the camera goes to the commentators.

Chase: What a match that Dita just announced. She will be taking on Billy Dork In a Casket Match on One Night in Hell.

Harvey: It should be exciting.

Chase: We have more matches for you in a bit, but with One Night in Hell being just 6 days away, and the big match on the Card being the Elimination Chamber match, earlier today we caught up with the 6 individual in this match, and through out the show, you’ll see their thoughts of being in the Elimination Chamber.

Harvey: Up first, Dr. Matt

The scene cuts to Dr. Matt

Matt: The Elimination Chamber match. Its been almost 6 years to the day since I’ve been in one. And when I was, my heart, soul and determination wasn’t in the match. I was there as a favor. To fill a spot. I was there for One Night Only so I had no intentions on winning the match. But now, this time is different. I didn’t bust my ass off to get back into the ring just to sit back and watch the APW World Title being held by a bunch of pawns in a game of chess. Lets look at the APW World Champions. John Green, I destroyed him. Kenny Lambardo, I could easily beat him. Doctor Phate. Another man I could easily beat. And the Current Champion, Twister, the man I beat at Rasslemania 3. October 26 will make a new day in history in APW. It will be the day that Dr. Matt rules APW. This is one dangerous match, but I am Hardcore as Hell and Mattisfaction will be guaranteed. And this Sunday, I will walk out the new APW Champion.

The scene fades out and goes to commercial.

[President Jeff]

APW comes back from commercial, and the fans are brought into the back stage area. From the shadows steps none other then Overdrive champion Michael Lively. The longest reigning champion in APW is dressed from head to toe in camouflage. His face painted to match, and around his neck sits a pair of binoculars. Michael Lively seems to be in disguise. His feet tip toe across the floor, his body hugging the wall close. The man drops to one knee holding the pair of binoculars to his face. The view of the White Lion peers down the hallway. In his sight is Arcadia, and a few members of the staff. The staff seems to be going over some things with the number one contender to the JESUS's title.

The Hottest Shit Going continues watching, then looks down at his wrist. He checks the time on his watch, then looks back through his perv. Goggles. A smile comes across Michael's face as a delivery man begins walking down the hall toward Katrina.

Lively: Right on time!

The young man wearing those short brown shorts hands over a package. The UPS man hands over his clip board, and the Luchodora signs her name on the line. The delivery man grabs the clip board, turns and walks away whistling.

Lively: What can brown do for ME....set a filthy b***h up for disaster.

He continues his top secret spy mission. Arcadia the opens the box. As the package is open a brand spanking new Playstaion Portable is revealed.

Arcadia: A PSP...loaded with the new Grand Theft Auto...I so rule this game...time to geek out.

The lover of video games turns on the unit, and begins playing. The masked beauty seems to be lost in her video game. The perving Lively down the hall, sets his binoculars down, the begins to makes his way toward his future opponent. Like a creeping Lion in the jungle, the Overdrive champion stalks his prey. As the Hottest Shit Going draws close, his movements very slow, and precise. He sneaks right up to Katrina and...

*****BOOM****

Lively drops to the ground like a bag of bricks. Arcadia very aware of what was going on, turned the tables on the champ with his own Lion's Bite (Pele Kick). She bends over, towering over the downed Lion.

Arcadia: You don't mess with my game...

She squats down upon his chest, grabs his cheeks focusing his face on her eyes.

Arcadia: Mikey...you just don't get it do you...your time is up...being the JESUS you would think that you know what is in store for you...you would think the JESUS would embrace the fact that his sacrifice is about to come to fruition...I figured you would be welcoming you crucifixion with open arms...but then again you do offer up lots of signs...signs of fear...well you should be scared Mikey Boy...cause since this whole thing started between you and me I have proved time and time again that not only am I your better...but I perform your moves better then you. So do me a favor Mikey...polish up that title...then clutch it close...say goodbye to your precious friend...cause at One Night In Hell...it's coming home with ME.

Katrina stands, kicks Lively in the mid-section, and walks away.

Lively slides back to the wall, sitting up a bit. His face looking scarred, the paint under his eyes seems to be running, and that would cause one to think tears may be washing away the camo paint.

Lively: That Girl....Another b***h...She...She...She Freaking gets me every God Damn time...AAGGHHHHHH!

Lively jumps to his feet, and goes running down the hall screaming. As we go back to the ring

Chase: Arcadia just keeps outsmarting him doesn’t she.

Harvey: Lively is going to have his work cut out for him as One Night in Hell

Chase: I'm getting word right now that at One Night in Hell, Lively will defend his Overdrive title against Arcadia in a
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SADISTIC MATCH!

Harvey: What the hell is a Sadistic match.

Chase: The rules are simple. You must make your opponent bleed before you can pin them.

Harvey: Sounds exciting. I can't wait for that

Chase: Me Neither. Lets go to our next match of the night.

We go to the ring with Tony Ferrari

Tony: The following contest is scheduled for one fall

“Ironman” By Black Sabbath hits the PA and out comes The Hardcore Kid

Tony: Making his way to the ring, from Las Vegas Nevada. The Hardcore KID!

The kid rolls into the ring under the bottom ropes and begins streatching on the ropes waiting for his opponent. As the music for Erotica by Madonna begins a spotlight shines at the back of the entrance ramp and Dita steps into the light striking a pose then struts down the ramp like it is a runway in perfect timing to the music.

Tony: And his opponent, Making her way from Las Vegas Nevada. DITA VON AMORA!

She seems to glide up the steps to the ring stopping only to pose again for her fan, then walking around to each of the corners posing again letting the cameras snap the photographs. Final she carefully steps under the top rope to strut into the middle of the ring and give one final pose, blowing a kiss at the audience.

Dita Von Amora Vs The Hardcore Kid

The Bell rings and both guys go to lock up and Dita comes in and gets a knee in on The Hardcore Kid. Dita sends The Kid into the ropes and lifts him up in the air and drops him with a press slam. The Kid holds his back in pain as he stumbles to the corner. Dita goes over and kicks him in the stomach and starts choking him with her foot.

Chase: Dita can't do that.

Harvey: She's doing what she has to do to win.

The Kid falls to the mat. Dita picks him up and The Kid starts throwing right hand punches at Dita. The Kid punches Dita to the ropes. The Kid throws Dita into the ropes, Dita comes back and Jumps into the air and delivers a Hurricanrana. Fans cheer as Dita gets up and falls into the ropes and The Kid runs and clotheslines her over. The fans cheer and Dita gets to her feet. The Kid leaps over the top rope with a cross body, but Dita catches him and then drives The Kids back into the ring post.

Chase: That can ruin a mans career right there.

The Kid is on the ground hold his back. Dita picks The Kid up and throws him into the ring barrier. Dita grabs The Kid by the head and brings him towards the ring steps. Dita goes to smash The Kids face in the steps, but blocks it with his foot. The Kid elbows Dita in the stomach and then grabs Dita by the hair and bashes her face into the steps and then rolls her into the ring. The Kid climbs to the top rope.

Chase: The Kid is going for a high risk move here.

Harvey: Lets hope he doesn't fall on his head.

Dita stumbles around and then The Kid comes off with a corkscrew moonsault, connecting and gets a cover out of it.
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kick out. The Kid sets Dita for his Straight to Hell finisher, but Dita is able to fight out of it and Dita is able to hit a Twist of Fate. Dita makes the cover.
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Chase: The Kid got lucky there.

Harvey: I thought it was over there.

Dita lifts The Kid to his feet and body slams him. Dita bounces off the ropes and drops an elbow on The Kid and makes a cover.
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kick out. Dita picks The Kid up again and The Kid pokes Dita in the eye and then head butts her. The Kid runs off the ropes and ducks a clothesline and come back with a fly spinning heel kick, knocking Dita down. The Kid goes back to the top rope and goes for a leg drop, but Dita moves.

Chase: That high flying move didn't work this time.

Harvey: That was a mistake he couldn't afford to make.

Dita picks The Kid up and throws him into the ropes and knocks him down with a clothesline. Dita goes for the Dominatrix’s Kiss, but The Kid some how gets out of it. The Kid punches Dita a few times and goes to throw her in the corner but Dita reverses it but the Kid reverses that and Dita goes into the corner. The Hardcore Kid runs at her, but Dita moves at the last second. The Kid goes chest first in the corner and Dita rolls the Kid up
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Winner: Dita Von Amora

Dita rolls out of the ring quickly and begins Celebrating as The Kid is shocked at the loss.

Chase: That came out of now here.

Harvey: Indeed. This is a huge win for Dita going into One Night in Hell against Billy Dork.

Chase: The Kid came out a bit short, but I have a feeling that he’ll be fired up to win those tag titles back this Sunday.

While Dita is celebrating, we cut to Spirit, taking about the Elimination Chamber

Spirit: Crazy isn’t it? Who in their right mind would want to be in an elimination chamber match. Let alone, a woman. I’m no Ordinary woman. I’m Tara Jacobs. The most suicidal, deathicidal, insaneicidal individual to ever grace a wrestling ring. I’ve been in this kind of match before, and the amount of damage is done to one’s body is unheard of. But it’s a small price to pay for the biggest prize in the company. I don’t fear the Elimination Chamber, it fears me. I’m not scared at the chance of having my career ended. I will go into this match at number one, and I will walk out the winner. President Jeff thinks he’ll get the last laugh over me, we’ll see.

Overdrive fades to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes back with Link talking about the Chamber match

Link: People may think that the Elimination Chamber is some scary structure. Well really, I could care less about it. The one thing on my mind going into this match is the APW World Heavyweight Title. See, President Jeff is ruining APW, and someone needs to have some sort of Power over him, and that’s why I need the APW World Title. With the World Title, I can bring Order back to APW. I can have control Jeff. So I don’t care who I have to go through. I don’t care that I’ll be starting off this match. Because when its all said and done, I’m walking out the champ. Why? Its Simple, I’m better than Twister, Spirit, Dr. Matt, Sabur and Jason Ricochet all combined!

The scene fades out and we go back to ringside.

Tony: The following contest is scheduled for One fall

The lights dim as Thoughtless by Evenescence plays as fireworks shoots up in a wall of fireworks. The fireworks die down as Kalayla stands on the stage giving the fans a sick smirk the spotlight reflecting off two ninja sais.

Tony: Making her way to the ring, from Dallas Texas, Fyre ANGEL!

She makes her way down the ramp stopping at the bottom of the ramp. Kalayla reaches up grabbing the middle rope pulling herself up and turning to face the stage kicking her long legs up over her head backflipping into the ring posing for the fans.

Tony: And her opponent

AFI Misseria Cantare begins to play The lights are dim, and the stage flickers with blue strobbing lights to the beat. Snow flakes begins to fall all through the arena, and the walkway is filled with smoke. The strobing light beat to the music, and then as the lights flicker again the figure of a hooded figure can be seen. The I am JESUS pose is given then the hood is flipped back revieling Michael Lively as blue spraks shoot up from the floor behind him.

Tony: From Ft. Lauderdale Florida. He is the APW Overdrive Champion. MICHAEL LIVELY!

Lively then begins to walk the ramp to the music, rolls into the ring, walks to the ropes inbetween two ring posts, climbs the second, leaning against the top, holding his title in the air, as snow falls around him, and the ring glows blue. Lively drops down strike the pose again embracing the overwhelming boo's from the crowd.

Chase: We leaned earlier that Lively will be defending his title against Katrina Olivetti in a Sadistic match, where you have to make your opponent bleed before pinning them.

Harvey: The great thing about a match like that, we’re guaranteed to see blood.

Fyre Angel Vs Michael Lively

The Bell rings and both competitors lock up and Lively, using his height and strength, tosses Fyre to the mat. Fyre gets up and gets a boot to the stomach and then thrown into the ropes and gets nailed with a back body drop. Fyre gets her feet, but goes right back down with Storm hits a impressive standing drop kick on Fyre Angel. Angel rolls outside the ring and the ref starts counting her out. Fyre gets back in the ring at 6.

Chase: Michael Lively looks great out there.

Harvey: Don't count Fyre Angel out just yet. She’s not one half of the tag champs cause of her looks.

They goes to lock up again, but Fyre goes underneath the grapple and runs off the ropes, as she comes back, Lively throws Fyre Angel up in the air, but Fyre Angel comes down, catching Storm with a beautiful Hurricanrana. Storms gets up and Fyre drops kicks Storm, sending him to the outside.

Chase: A little pay back from before.

Harvey: I told you not to count her out Johnny

Storm walks around the ring and doesn't notice Fyre climbing to the top rope, and out of no where, Fyre dives off with a Moonsault, connecting with Storm. Fyre grabs Storm and rolls him into the ring and make a cover.
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Harvey: I thought she had him there

Chase: It was almost a three

Fyre stomps on Lively. Livey makes it to his feet and Fyre spears him to the corner and gives him a few chops. Fyre throws Storm into the opposite corner and Storm bounces out running at Fyre Angel and drives her into the mat with a spear.

Chase: He just speared her out of her boots!

Harvey: That came out of no where.

Storm picks Fyre up, give her a few punches and throws him into the ropes and connects with a Tilt a while back breaker. Fyre is in pain as Storm picks her up and throws her to the corner. Storm runs at her but Fyre Angel gets a foot up in Michael’s face. Lively stumbles backwards and then runs at Fyre again, Fyre moves and Lively hits the corner. Fyre kicks Lively and then lifts him up onto the top rope.

Chase: I don't like where this is going

Fyre climbs up too, both exchanging punches. Fyre gets a low blow in on Lively and has him set up for a DDT off the top rope. Fyre Angel goes for it, but Lively hold on to the rope and Fyre goes crashing to the mat. Lively stands on the top rope and leaps off with the Prelude. He makes the cover.
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Winner: Michael Lively

Lively Celebrates as we cut to Jason Ricochet talking about the Elimination Chamber.

Jason: The Elimination Chamber. What can I say about this structure? You walk in, but there’s no guarantee of walking out. I could walk in as I am now, a sexy man that all the women want. But I could walk out looking like John Green. But with the APW title on the line, there’s would be nothing better than beating the odds and winning this match as I am the underdog going into it. When something as prestigious as the APW World title is at stake, everything else involved, it just doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is winning that title. And I plan on doing what I have to do to win it. We’re all going to bleed. We’re all going to get hurt, but at the end of the night, only one hand can be raised, and it will be mine!

Overdrive cuts to commercial.

[President Jeff]

We come back on the air with Sabur talking about the Elimination Chamber

Sabur: Going into this match, there’s one thing that everyone needs to know. I’m the biggest, strongest and baddest man in this match. I will use every inch of the Chamber to destroy my competition. I came close to winning the title last month, but this time, its going to be different. The Irish Hammer plans on hurting everyone standing in his path. Like it or not, your looking at your next APW Champion!

The scene cuts to the commentators

Chase: President Jeff apparently has a big announcement on the future of APW.

Harvey: His announcement are always big.

The titantron flickers on and you see President Jeff and the crowd boo’s.

Jeff: As you all know, I am scheduled here tonight to announce something big. To announce something that will change APW for the better. As a company grows, you have to make certain decision. You have to do what you have to do to succeed. After long thoughts and discussions. Its now or never. The next step for APW. November 4th will be the debut of APW’s second show

That’s right folks, Tuesday Night Meltdown. And at One Night in Hell, you will meet the General Manager for Meltdown, and he will have a huge announcement on the main event for that show. So make sure you tune into Meltdown on November 4th for a history making night in APW.

The titantron cuts out

Chase: A Second show!

Harvey: That’s great news for APW.

Chase: Not only will we have one great show a week, we’ll have two.

Harvey: I can’t wait to see who the GM will be.

We go to the ring for the next match

Tony: Introducing first, from, Brooklyn New York, weighing in at 127lbs, Katrina "Arcadia" Olivetti.

The Titan tron shows a "Now Loading..." screen with traveling ellipses from The Devil May Cry. At the same time the crowd hears a familiar voice blaring from the speakers. It's the serene voice of the woman who lets everyone in America know that, "She's sorry, but the number you are trying to reach has been disconnected," and you should "Please try your call later." She vocalizes the "Now Loading" that is on the Titantron. The woman cuts out after the third time and you hear, "It's time to play the game! Time to play the game!" followed by a strange laugh. The beat drops and the song immediately jumps to the chorus of "When Worlds Collide". As the crowd listens to the lyrics, "Are you ready to go/ Cause I'm ready to go/ What you gonna do baby baby" Arcadia walks into the ring in her black with silver luchadora costume and mask. She looks at the crowd, shrugs lightly and brushes some invisible speck of dirt off of her shoulder, and shouts. "Are you ready to play the game?

Chase: Do you think, Jason Royce is ready to play the game?

Harvey: Of course he is, what kind of stupid question is that?

Tony: Her Opponent, Weighing in at 222lbs, Hailing from, Chicago Illnois, "The Iceman" Jason Royce.

as Scars by papa roach blares on the Pa Jason Royce comes out through the curtains to a mixed reaction and poses as pyro goes off and the lights flash like camera flashes are going off and he flexes then heads to the ring. As he rolls in, Arcadia immeaditly puts the boots to him, as the bell rings.

Chase: Arcadia getting off to a quick start.

Harvey: Well you can't say she's not smart.

Jason Royce Vs Katrina Olivetti

Arcadia lifts, Royce up and goes to slam his head on a turnbuckle but he blocks and hits her with a back elbow knocking her down, Royce then grabs her legs and slings her face first into the same turnbuckle he fexes for the crowd while Arcadia is down.

Chase: The way this thing is looking those kicks may be the only move, Arcadia gets in.

As Royce lifts Arcadia up she pushes him away and hits a high super kick out of nowhere

Chase: Look's like I spoke to soon.

Harvey: This could be it.

Arcadia goes for the pin as the ref counts

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Royce quickly kicks out, Arcadia not giving an edge begins rapidly kicking, Royce before he can get up the referee eventually backs her off, Arcadia sets up for another superkick as Royce is getting up as soon as he turns around she goes to hit another superkick but Royce catches it and hits her with a clothesline that turns her inside out.

Chase: Royce using all his weight in tht move.

Harvey: Well he does having a major weight advantage.

Royce points to the turnbuckle then goes over and climbs it, While Arcadia is still on the ground, Royce hits a 450 splash from the top turnbuckle on Arcadia then goes for a pin

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Arcadia kicks out after two to the dismay of, Jason Royce.

Chase: Both Competitors going for the early win.

Harvey: Neither successful.

Jason Royce picks, Arcadia up and throws her at the ropes then hits another hugh clothesline, he goes for another pin.

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Royce quickly lifts, Arcadia back up breaking the count, he shakes his head signaling its not over he picks her up for what appears to be a scoop slam but instead sets her up in the tree of woe in the turnbuckle he goes to another turnbuckle and runs at her for a baseball slide but, Arcadia lifts herself up making Royce hit his foot on the bottom of the turnbuckle jolting him up to his feet limping, he turns toward, Arcadia to see her on the top of the turnbuckle she hits a hurricanranna that sends, Royce over the turnbuckle and out of the ring.

Chase: THAT WAS SICK!

Harvey: This match could be over right here.

Royce is out on the floor as the Ref starts his count.

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Arcadia slides out breaking up the count and throws, Royce inside she rolls in but Royce jumps up and starts kicking her while she's down.

Chase: Royce playing possum.

Harvey: Returning the favor from the start of the match with those kicks.

Jason Royce lifts her up and stands her up in the turnbuckle and hits hard with a hard chop to the chest she walks away from the turnbuckle holding her chest, Royce goes for a bulldog but she pushes him off sending him bouncing to the ropes he come back and Arcadia tries to tackle him down but Royce jumps over her and pushes her into the ropes, Both of them come flying off the ropes and Royce hits a missile Dropkick.

Chase: Royce getting the better of that exchange.

Royce signals for the end as he lifts her up for the Icebomb but as soon as he gets her on his shoulders she hits a hurricanranna but Royce flips over and lands on his feet he hits her with a mule kick to the stomach, then turns to her and hits the GTS.

Harvey: That's got to be it.

Royce covers Arcadia as the ref gets down and counts.

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Arcadia just barely kicks out.

Harvey: This girl just won't quit.

Chase: Wait here comes, Michael Lively.

Royce begins arguing with the ref saying he counted slow as, Michael Lively slides in the ring with his Overdrive title in his hands, Arcadia gets up just in time to see the Overdrive title slam into her face courtesy of, Michael Lively, he slides out of the ring, leaving Arcadia with blood seeping out of her mask, Royce finally turns around to see, Arcadia knocked out he shruggs and goes for the cover.

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Winner: Jason Royce

Jason rolls out of the ring with a smile on his face and celebrates as EMT check on Arcadia

Harvey: Well he promised, Arcadia was going to leave in an ambulance.

Chase: But it was thanks to, Michael Lively.

Harvey: He finally got the upper hand on Arcadia

Chase: Lets see if he can do that this Sunday.

Overdrive goes to commercial.

[President Jeff]

APW Monday Night Overdrive returns from commercial with "Last Night" appearing in the corner of the screen. The pirated video feed of The Blackwells' Personal Cameraman, Emrys shows the backyard of a palatial, suburban mansion. Lurking in the shadows behind this house is Everybody's Hero, The King of Hardcore, "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell, Singapore Cane in hand. C'mon, you didn't honestly believe that an entire Overdrive would go by without The Excellence of Extreme gracing the program with his special brand of brutality, did you? Next to him is a man that isn't seen nearly as much as Trevor these days despite the fact that he was one of the most feared men in the history of Action Packed Wrestling. Indeed, No One Hits Harder then Trevor's little brother, "The Xtremist" Tony Blackwell. He has outside interests that keep him away from APW rings these days but this is a family affair... this is personal... Luckily the Blackwell Brothers are standing downwind tonight so that the gasoline smell coming from the canister in Tony's hands isn't strong enough to alert the owner of this beautiful home to their presence. Can you guess who this owner is? That's right... He's none other than The Nu Metal Master himself, Matt Metal. See, last week on Overdrive, the cowardly, despicable Matt Metal waited until Trevor Blackwell was preoccupied and pulled a bitch move. He waited until The Career Killer was busy putting down the "threat" of Dita Von Amora to blind side Trevor's little sister, "The Hardcore Princess" Kristina Blackwell, with a sledgehammer and kidnap The King of Hardcore's nine year old daughter, Skylar. Now Matt Metal needs to learn the error of his ways. All Trevor Blackwell really needs right now is a diversion...

But that diversion is already in the works. See, Matt Metal is expecting Trevor to come rescue his daughter this week... he's waiting for him with the young Skylar Blackwell tied to a chair in Metal's bedroom on the third floor of this estate. He's even unlocked the gate to his property and left the entrance wide open... almost an engraved invitation. But he definitely isn't expecting "The Hardcore Princess" Kristina Blackwell. She sneaks through the gate and looks around warily and charges straight for the front door only to see "The Fyre Angel" Kalayla Mitchell hunched over at the front door.

Kristina: What the hell are you doing here?

Kalayla stands with a smile as an audible click can be heard and the door swings open.

Fyre Angel: Commiting a Felony? I'm Breaking and Entering... what does it look like?

The Hardcore Princess scowls and puts her hands on her hips... she tries to look menacing but instead it just comes off as sexy.

Kristina: Who said I needed your help? I've got this taken care of... I can take out Matt Metal all by myself...

Fyre Angel laughs and shakes her head before turning to walk into the door.

Kalayla: Yeah... you sure proved that in the ring a month ago... Lets just do this together... We ARE a Tag Team you know...

Kristina sighs and follows her Championship Partner into the house only to find Spirit Tara Jacobs already waiting in the living room. Sure, she doesn't really get along with Trevor or Kristina or any of the other people that they hang out with these days but she is still Skylar's Godmother. She still has a vested interest in the little girl's well being. But Kristina Blackwell doesn't give a fuck. She pushes Spirit who goes sprawling onto a conveniently placed couch.

Kristina: What the fuck is this bull**** You have no place being here...

Spirit jumps up and violently shoves The Hardcore Princess back.

STJ: Screw you! I have more of a right to be here then you do! I was the one who had to comfort Skylar when her mother got put into a mental institution by some raving lunatic that's supposed to be her family!

Just then The Hardcora Luchadora, Katrina "Arcadia" Olivetti cracks her head on the window that she's attempting to crawl into and lets out some curse word in Spanish. The arguing women wheel on Arcadia as she rolls to her feet in the room.

Kristina: What the hell is this, a Freak Show? What the hell are you doing here?

Katrina rubs a sore spot on the top of her masked head and flashes a charming smile.

Arcadia: Signing my Insurance Policy against Singapore Canes? I figured if I rescued Skylar, she and Trevor would stop hitting me.

The four women break into a heated argument as a large Man-Cow bursts through the front door. The #1 Contender to the APW World Heavyweight Championship scratches his head as he stares at all the beautiful women... and Spirit.

Sabur: Wow... did I ever hit the jackpot or what?

All four women turn on The Human Wrecking Machine and shout in chorus.

Chicks: What the fuck are you doing here?

The Genetic Powerhouse smiles his dopeyest, most disarming smile he can muster and says simply.

Sabur: Punch and Pie! Didn't I hear there was gonna be Punch and Pie?

Kalayla, Katrina, Kristina and Spirit finally agree on something. Sabur needs to be punched in the face.

Kristina: Alright, all four of you have about thirty seconds to get the fuck out of here... This isn't a fucking game... My niece is upstairs, possibly being molested by that piece of crap, Matt Metal.

The four women start arguing once again as Sabur's Little Dick pops through the opening behind them all and stands up straight.

Little Dick: Wait, there isn't going to be any punch and pie?

The scene fades out to The Career Killer and The Xtremist lurking in the shadows behind the mansion. Echoes of the arguing inside can be heard clearly as Trevor looks up at the wooden latticework on the house's outside wall and pushes his little brother along with the word, "Go!"

The camera fades to a view of a large bedroom on the third floor of the building. The Innovator of Metalmania cackles maniacally as he watches the group of misfits arguing in his living room on one of the many television monitors that his expensive security system has afforded him. Behind him sits the focal point of all of this drama. The nine year old, Skylar Blackwell bound and gagged to a kitchen chair. Her ice blue eyes are puffy red from crying but the lines of her face seem to be set in grim determination as she struggles fruitlessly to untie herself. He addresses his captive but his eyes are glued to the screen.

Metal: Do you see this crap, Kid? Look at your friends and family... they can't even stop they're petty squabbling long enough to try to mount an offense against me! And where is your Daddy, Skylar? Where is the great Trevor Blackwell? He didn't even come himself to rescue you! He sent his lackeys to do his job for him! Do you know why? Because he's afraid of me. He knows that I have his number in APW. Because I am The Nu Metal Master. I am The Innovator of Metalmania. I am...

Skylar: Uncle Tony?

Matt Metal stops in his tracks... confused...

Metal: Uncle Tony?!

WHACK

Matt Metal turns around into a huge fist coming across his jaw. "The Xtremist" Tony Blackwell sends The Nu Metal Master to the floor with a Big Boot and stands over him like a monster out of some horror flick. Full throated laughter escapes his lips as Skylar Blackwell jumps up and down behind her hero... freed from captivity and ready to help her Uncle kill this asshole. Tony just smiles and starts to dump the contents of his gasoline canister around Matt Metal's bedroom. He starts to bring it around to douse the Innovator of Metalmania himself but is stopped by a sudden boot to the midsection before Matt springs to his feet and drill the younger Blackwell Brother with a vicious Nu Metal. But Tony Blackwell isn't the only thing that hits the floor. His descent is accompanied a moment later by his silver Zippo Lighter. Both Matt's and Tony's eyes widen as the flint of the Zippo sparks and Skylar narrowly evades the flames that roar to life. Metal escapes down the stairs and the camera shot slows down to an action movie-style slow motion. "The Xtremist" Tony Blackwell rushes his niece, Skylar and scoops her up into his arms before diving out the third story window.

The camera shot changes to show the outside of the house as Tony and Skylar burst through the window in that slow motion style. Tiny, glittering shards of glass decorate the air around them as The Xtremist changes his positioning in mid-air, his voice echoing out in that retarded slow motion way.

Tony: BLLLLAAACCCKKKWWWEEELLLSSS LLLIIIVVVEEE FFFOOORRREEEVVVEEERRR!!!

Then time speeds back up and he hits the ground hard. He dislocated his shoulder and broke three of his ribs but he's a Blackwell... they are known for doing impossible things like surviving three story falls. Skylar bounces on her Uncle's stomach a few times, injuring his ribs further.

Skylar: YOU SAVED ME, UNCLE TONY!

She giggles cutely as Tony Blackwell groans in pain.

The camera shot changes again to show Matt Metal escaping out of the side door of his house. The mansion has almost completely gone up in flames and he turns only to see Kristina Blackwell, Kalayla Mitchell, Spirit Tara Jacobs, Katrina "Arcadia" Olivetti, and Sabur with his Little Dick finally united on his front lawn... glaring a hole in the Nu Metal Master... daring him to come their way. Matt Metal turns in the other direction and sees Skylar disappearing around the corner of the house. Metal takes off after his escaped captive and rounds the back of his house only to be swatted in the face with a Singapore Cane. He lands on his back like John Green in a Pay Per View match as an enraged King of Hardcore looms over him, the young Skylar in his arms with a wicked smile on her face. In the darkness, all that can really be seen are their almost glowing ice blue eyes. Skylar giggles from her Daddy's arms.

Skylar: Kill him, Daddy!

The Hardcore Icon, "The Career Killer" Trevor Blackwell raises his Singapore Cane as the screaming of police sirens in the distance, growing too close for comfort save Matt Metal's life.

Trevor: Here's the deal, Metal. You get to leave with your life today... But at One Night In Hell your reckoning will come. That's right... we finish this... one last time... Three Stages of Hell...

Matt Metal's eyes widen at those last three words as The King of Hardcore and his friends vanish into the shadows. Skylar smiles and waves goodbye to her captor as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

We’re back with Twister talking about the Elimination Chamber

Twister: Six years ago I walked into an Elimination Chamber. And six years ago I walked out of that Elimination Chamber as a World Champion. And for some reason, history seems to repeat itself and that’s what will happen this Sunday at One Night in Hell. The thing about the Elimination Chamber is that you don’t know what to expect. But without the right mentality going into this match, a match like this could ruin anyone, mentally and physically. I know what I’m getting myself into and I’m ready for it. I know I have the biggest target on my back going into this match and I’m fine with that. One Night in Hell will be one of the biggest APW Pay Per View to date. And there’s no thought in my mind that I won’t walk out still the champ. This Sunday, I will repeat what I did six years ago, and win The Elimination Chamber!

The scene fades to ringside

Chase: I can’t wait for this Elimination Chamber match, its going to blow the roof off the Tokyo Dome

Harvey: Lets run down the card for One Night in Hell. First we have Billy Dork and Dita Von Amora in a Casket Match

Chase: Also Michael Lively defends the Overdrive title against Katrina Olivetti in a Sadistic match

Harvey: The Tag team title will be on the line when Kristina Blackwell and Fyre Angel defend against Hardcore Ice in a BURIED ALIVE MATCH!

Chase: Trevor Blackwell will face off against Matt Metal in a three stages of hell match where the first fall will be a submission match. Second, a Barbwire match and third fall if necessary, an Inferno Match

Harvey: Iggy will defend the Xtreme Title against Street Wilson in what is being called a “TREE HOUSE OF HORRORS MATCH! Tables will be set around the ring. One side of the ring will have tables with thumbtacs on it. Another side, Tables with barbwire. On Another, Tables with Razor Blades and on the Last Side, Glass Tables, plus, inserted in one of the Turnbuckles is a c4 explosive

Chase: And then our main event, The Elimination Chamber where Twister defends his title against Sabur, Link, Dr. Matt, Jason Ricochet and Spirit

Harvey: What a night that will be. But lets get to our main event of the night

The pounding of A Perfect Circle hits the arena with all the intensity of a war drum as pyrotechnics spit fire upwards at the entrance. Emerging from the flames is the spit fire beauty herself, barely dressed and barely sane. Her strut down the aisle is interrupted as she ran her hands across screaming adolescent boys and slobbering middle aged men. When she finally slides into the ring she throws her hands up and laughs with excitement.

Tony: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from New York….Kristina Blackwell.

“Release Yo Delf” by Method man begins to play. Streets Wilson emerges from behind the curtain spinning a switchblade in his hand as he does so. As he steps into the ring he removes his trademark fedora from his head, places his blade inside it and places it in his corner of the ring.

Tony: And her opponent from Stamford, Connecticut….Street Wilson.

Kristina Blackwell Vs Streets Wilson

The bell rings and Wilson shoots in quickly taking Blackwell down. Wilson starts pounding on Blackwell with lefts and rights. The referee pulls Wilson off, Blackwell makes her way to her feet. She runs at Wilson who delivers a quick clothesline that flips over in the air. Wilson picks Blackwell back to her feet and launches her across the ring by her hair. The referee yells at Street who simply laughs at the official.

Chase: Street Wilson has been nothing but vicious the last few weeks.

Harvey: He’s gearing up for the PPV when he gets his rematch against Iggy.

Wilson comes over to Blackwell who is trying to make it to her feet. Wilson plays with the groggy Blackwell by lightly smacking her in the back of her head, keeping her on her knees. Then Wilson quickly brings Blackwell to her feet and shoots her into the ropes. Blackwell bounces off and is met with a huge spinebuster that rocks the ring. Blackwell screams in pain as she holds her lower back. Wilson is just walking around the ring laughing. Wilson turns his back to Blackwell and delivers a standing moonsalt knee drop right onto Blackwell’s face. Wilson covers the referee counts
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Harvey: Street Wilson is just playing with her now.

Chase: He needs to be careful, that could come back to bite him.

Harvey: Oh come on, he has her exactly where he wants her.

Wilson drags a semi-concious Blackwell to her feet. Wilson steadies her before bouncing himself off the ropes and spears Blackwell half-way across the ring. Wilson stands over Blackwell, grabbing her by her throat. He picks Blackwell to her feet by her throat and picks her up for a quick chokeslam. Wilson calls for the end, he picks Blackwell back to her feet by her hair. Blackwell can barely stand as Wilson raises his hand and then locks in the Shaolin Nerve Hold. Blackwell immediately drops to the ground. The referee counts the pin
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Winner: Streets Wilson

Chase: Wow, Streets just destroyed Kristina here tonight.

Harvey: I think Streets is ready for his match against Iggy this Sunday

Iggy picks Kristina up and sets her up for a clothesline, but Streets drops her as Iggy slides into the ring and takes Streets down with a spear.

Chase: Iggy is here!

Harvey: Iggy doesn’t like to see any women get hurt

Iggy is laying in the punches on Streets and Streets manages to get out of the ring. Iggy follows him and grabs Streets and slams Streets head into the ring step. Iggy brings Streets to the Announcers table and bounces Street’s head off of it. Iggy throws the monitors off the commentators table and grabs Streets, but Streets low blows Iggy. Iggy stands there holding his groin and Streets picks up a Monitor and cracks Iggy in the head with it.

Chase: For a second there, I thought Streets was going to get what he deserved.

Streets puts Iggy on the table and then gets on it. He pulls Iggy up and sets him up for a DDT, but at the Last Second, Iggy drops to a knee and low blows Streets before hitting the Iggy’s Bite, breaking the table and the fans cheer as Iggy gets up.

Chase: Iggy just got some pay back for what Streets did to him.

Iggy’s music plays as he celebrates through the crowd

Harvey: What a night this has been. One Night in Hell is 6 days away, so Order it now, your not gonna want to miss it.

Chase: We are all out of time, but we’ll leave you with this, heading to One Night in Hell

The video opens to Level-One seated in a chair casually leaned back with his arms folded against his chest; an APW interviewer not too far away. Level-One sighs, before unfolding his arms leaning towards the interviewer.

Level-One: I told you why I am here; now start asking some questions worth while before I walk out on your ass.

The frame switches to Sabur who seated in a small chair in a gym, a wrestling ring hanging in the background. Sabur cracks a smile; as he seems intrigued by the interviewer’s question.

Sabur: What do I think about Level-One? Let’s start off by asking the question; who the hell is Level-One?

The frame then switches to APW world champion Twister. Seated in a small chair with the APW world title strapped around his shoulder.

Twister: Level-One is a joke. The typical world heavyweight champion walking into new federation thinking he’s just going to stomp up the ranks. Level-One is big in the EWC. This is the APW; and Level-One is no better than the rookies that come stomping through those curtains on the debut nights. Level-One hasn’t proven a damn thing; and talk? It’s cheap.

The camera than switches frame to Jason Ricochet who flexes his biceps in-front of the camera, as the interviewer calls his name not once, not twice, but three times. Jason Ricochet looks up at the interviewer like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. Slowly he brushes his hair back casually while smiling to the camera before asking the million dollar question.

Jason Ricochet: I don’t know anything about this Level-One guy...but does my hair look alright?

The frame then switches to Link who sits in a chair, his eyes locked in directly with the camera.

Link: If there’s anyone in this chamber than knows what Level-One is about, it’s me. If there was anyone, anyone at all in this business that need enlightenment it would be him. Level-One’s a conflicted man. And as much as that worries me; the possibility of him turning a new leaf is there. It lies within a three count. Right down the middle. Level-One will be enlightened the way he wants to be; and I can take possession of the APW world championship.

The frame switches once again where Dr. Matt is seen in a small office seated in a chair behind his desk. Reaching over he fixes his microphone giving off negative feed, as the interviewer asks him a question.

‘’Do you trust Level-One?’’

seated in-front of a large APW banner. Dr. Matt looks at the camera blankly, as the screen switches to Tara Jacobs

Tara Jacobs: No; I trust nobody. Not a single person in the chamber. We are all after one prize the APW world championship. And Level-One? He’s out looking for something to prove to us all. That he’s changed. Well, I hope he has. I don’t want to lose this match, because the moron didn’t count the pin like he was supposed too.

We then switch back to Dr. Matt who continues on from the last cut.

Dr. Matt: It doesn’t take a PHD in mental health to realize that not even Level-One trusts Level-One. A paranoid schizophrenic? Serve anger problems? Multiple personality disorder? I can go all day on what I believe is wrong with this guy; but none of that matters. Not even a fraud of a referee will stop me from winning that APW championship; like the doctor subscribed.

The frame then goes back to Sabur who reaches over grabbing a bottle of water. Taking a swig, he places it to the side.

Sabur: Do I trust Level-One? Sure, why not. I showed him nothing but respect where as the other competitors? Not so much. I’ve done my research and I know what the man is all about. I have no doubt in my mind that if it came down between me and Twister, with that world heavyweight title in the balance? He’d call it straight down the middle, certainly not in Twisters favor. And that’s what I and these fans expect of himself. Hell, it’s what Level-One himself expects of himself.

The frame then switches to Jason Ricochet who sports a wide cocky smile across his face, before casually shrugging his shoulders.

Jason Ricochet: Trust this guy? I don’t even know him, never even heard of him. I don’t see him any different from any other referee. There’s been all this talk about calling things down the middle; isn’t that what a referee is all about? Hurricane Jeff picked up this guy, I doubt he is a slouch. If this guy counts the count how he supposed to be; there’s no doubts about it. I’ll walk out the APW world heavyweight champion.

The frame then switches back to Level-One as the interviewer leans over; doing his best to hold back his fears before asking the question…

‘’Level-One, will you call it down the middle?’’

Level-One doesn’t budge, as he stares at the camera blankly. The frame switches to Sabur who nods his head up and down, before cracking a slight smile.

Sabur: My opinion on him doesn’t change from the one I had of him last week. I believe he’ll call it straight down the middle.

We then head back to Dr. Matt a flame lit in his eyes.

Dr. Matt: It doesn’t take a PHD in common sense to tell me this guy is nothing but trouble.

The shot goes to Link; who stares a whole through the camera. His focus more than apparent.

Link: I can help Level-One, if he helps me. Call it down the line. Let me lose or win on my own terms. Not on a slow or quick count. That’s all I ask, and if Level-One can do just that, he will be enlightened he would have found what he was looking for and so would have I. The APW world heavyweight championship.

We now switch back to Tara Jacobs, who looks on with an ere of uncertainty.

Tara Jacobs: I don’t know the answer to that question; which is the worst thing about this entire situation. I know that if Level-One calls it down the middle and does his job properly, there isn’t a thing stopping me from becoming the APW world champion. Not a single competitor in that chamber, and not even the hellacious structure itself. Level-One has been given more power than he should have been; not even he knows what he’s going to do with it.

We then go back to Twister who raises the APW world champion in the air, glancing up at it before looking towards the camera.

Twister: Choices, choices, choices. Level-One, only has one. He calls it down the middle, or he messes with me. He messes with the world champ. If he gets it in his head, if he understands and copes with that fate; then we should be fine. He’ll call the match down the middle; if he has a brain at least half the size of his ego.

The frame then switches back to Level-One who delivers the camera a blank stare. Level-One looks away from the camera momentarily before looking back up, as if he was looking for an answer.

Level-One: I don’t know…

Level-One rips off his microphone walking out on the interview; as the video slowly fades to black and Overdrive goes off the air