Overdrive - Honolulu, Hawaii (04/15/09)

[President Jeff]

Overdrive kicks off with the intro video




The video ends and then cuts to inside the arena where Pyro shoots out from the stage. Once the loud explosiotns die down, the Overdrive theme music continues to play and the camera pans around the arena, with big cheers from the fans.

Chase: Welcome Everyone to Wednesday Night OVERDRIVE!

Put you on game by Lupe Fiasco attacks the PA system; the familiar tune known by virtually every fan in the arena. The reaction of the crowd however; is some what different. While a majority of the crowd shows their display with boos, it appears as if many cheers can be mixed in with such reaction, as the new APW world champion walks out onto the stage with a microphone in his right hand, and the APW championship slung over his left shoulder. For once; he observes the crowd momentarily, before marching down the ramp, to the beat of his own drum.

Harvey: Well, you saw it at Rasslemania five folks! Level-One defeated Michael Lively to become the new APW world champion!

Chase: Yeah, and how about those fans? Did you ever expect them taking to Level-One they way they did?

Harvey: Given the dimensions that surrounded the match; not really. Level-One maybe an Jerk; but he’s a loyal Jerk.

Level-One eyes a few fans on his way down the ramp, but still doesn’t pay them too much attention, as he slips the championship under the ring, sliding himself in after it. Grabbing the title, he quickly slings it over his shoulder, and heads to the top rope, where he raises a single fist in the air. Lowering his hand, he hops off the turn-buckle, and begins to pace around the ring methodically. After the crowd quiets down, he lifts the microphone to his lips.

''Today is the best day of your lifes. For today, tomorrow, a few weeks, a couple months, and to years that will come; you will remember the day Level-One came in and SAVED the A-P-W!''

The fans for the most part boo; but yet again, a fan base of some sort seems to be building within the crowd, as Level-One allows them their right to display their emotions, he smiles.

''You may not like me, and I may not even like you. However facts are facts. Lively as world champion? There wasn’t a single person buying whatever he was selling; an overrated piece of trash that has been taken care off and disposed off; and the APW is looking a lot better with-out him. But now, Lively is gone. His religion has been un covered as a façade, a shame, a reaking joke. Finally in the one year that APW has existed have they found a TRUE world champion, and now since I’m here? I’m closing this pathetic chapter.

I’m taking this federation; and I’m going to hold it high alongside my APW world championship high above my head. See, while my past title reins have been covered in mud, by guys like ‘’Michael Saint’’ and ‘’Shadow Man’’ I will finally be the champion I was meant to be. No short cuts. No cheap shots. I am not going to give anyone the pleasure of claiming that they had a damn thing to do with my success, and in doing so—screw everyone.

I am standing in this ring today, and I’ll be here the next time you tune in. To the guys backstage; I’m here, and I have something you want. How bad do you want it? Because there isn’t a single person backstage that have displayed to ME or any of you damn fans that they deserve to step in the ring, with myself.''

The crowd gives Level-One a mixed reaction, as he turns his attention to the ramp. As if he was expecting someone to be there; but it appears as if he was out of luck. Shaking his head, he can only continue.

''How many times are you ‘’superstars’’ going to sit back on your weekends, shooting your promos telling us how bad you want to be the best? How many times are you going to remind us how bad you want to become the APW world champion? How many times do you vow to be some hero, and fall short?''

Level-One turns his head looking to his APW world championship, before hoisting it into the air.

''Hello? Hello? Where are your heroes now!?

Kenny Lombardo? Trevor Blackwell? Michael Lively? Dr. Phate? Ah, that’s what I thought. See because whether you love me, or you hate me; you ALWAYS know just where exactly you can find me. At the top. Wheel dealing with the best of them. Beating your heroes, taking their capes, and wiping my ass with it, just to prove that these men don’t mean anything…

Remind yourselves. Remind yourselves that it wasn’t this APW championship that MADE me a champion. No, this is just the hardware to put a stamp on my success. I don’t need this championship, I will not die with-out it, and neither with you. I don’t give a shit if your jerking the curtains, to getting your face smashed in stepping in the ring with your favorite main-eventer, this is the APW, and it’s MY yard. And let it be known, that I will accept NOTHING less than 100%''

The fans start an APW chant, as Level-One lowers the microphone nodding his head with the crowd. Climbing to the top rope, he lifts the championship in the air, pointing at it’s beautiful plate.

''…That’s right. You want to step in the ring? You want to roll with the big dogs? Prove it. Every single one of you. I don’t care if your Jason Royce; to a bad ass mofo in Kid Cannabis, until you prove yourselves, you are just another guy with a cape, and trust me. There are many plenty of windy days heading our way…

Step up your fucking games up because you legends...you superstars...you are boring me already!''

Level-One drops the microphone; as his music kicks back in. He backs off the turn-buckle, before hitting the deck rolling under the bottom rope. The crowd is now in a glorified mix-reaction for they simply cannot decide on which side of the coin they are on. Level-One with the APW championship proudly on his shoulder, he marches back up the ramp, seemingly ignoring the crowd.

Harvey: Well, it appears as if we have seen a change in Level-One!

Chase: I disagree. It’s the same guy; he’s just approaching this with a whole new game plan. Plus, you can’t blame him. If he wants to make APW a better place, than I’m not going to complain!

Harvey: Well, one thing cannot be denied. Level-One sure as hell is mixing it up already, more than we could ever say about our former champion…

Overdrive goes to commercial

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes back on the air and JC Styles is already standing in the ring.

Chase: Welcome back. If your just joining us, We just saw Level One out here and he claims that he’s going to make APW A better place.

Harvey: I’m not sure how, I think this place is pretty great.

Chase: Lets go to the ring for the next match.

JC’s music is still playing as Nicky Paige announces him.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first J…C…STYLES!

JC lifts his arms in the air which gets cheers from a few fans.

Paige: And his opponent

Hellz Wind Staff by the Wu Tang Clan hit’s the PA and Streets Wilson walks out.

Chase: Streets has his eyes focused on JC as he’s going down to the ring.

Harvey: Streets Feel a little short at Rasslemania, so I think he’s looking to make an example out of this Kid.

Streets Gets to the ring and enters it and stands in the corner for the match to start.

JC Styles Vs Streets Wilson

The match begins with JC kicking Streets in the side of the legs but then gets caught with a clothesline after running off the ropes. Streets lifts JC to his feet by his throat, and starts working on him in the corner with chops and kicks then suplexes him out of the corner and gets a 2 count for his efforts.

Chase: A size difference in this match

Harvey: Any match with JC is a size difference

JC gets pulls up to his feet by his hair and Streets drops him with a Brain Buster. Streets sits him up and kicks JC in the chest. JC crawls to the corner, but Streets picks him up and begins with the Fury of the Streets. JC looks out of it as Streets throws JC into the ropes and gives him the Street Side Slam. Streets hooks the leg. 1.…2.…..Kick out at the last second

Chase: JC is showing that he’s not ready to quit.

Harvey: And I think that’s making Streets mad.

Streets waits and sets JC for the Vicious DDT, but JC finds some inner strength and fights back with punches. JC runs off the ropes and goes for a clothesline which only rocks Streets. He goes for another and Streets is rocking. JC then goes for a drop kick, but Streets moves and JC hit’s the mat. JC gets up holding his leg and Streets drops him with the Vicious DDT. Streets covers. 1.…..2.…..3.

Winner: Streets Wilson

Chase: A much needed win by Streets as he’s been in a slump lately.

Harvey: JC has been in a slump as well.

The ref raises Streets arm in victory. As the ref leaves the ring, Streets goes over to JC who is still laying on the mat. Streets goes down to a knee, lifts JC’s head off the mat and then starts laying in the punches on a defenseless JC Styles.

Chase: What is he doing!

Every punch forces JC’s head to bounce off the mat. The time keeper is ringing the bell for this to stop, but the more his rings, the faster and harder Streets punches JC. Eventually Road agents and security run out and pulls Streets off.

Harvey: Streets is sending a message and making an example here tonight.

Streets is being taken backstage as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

A clip from Rasslemania V is shown where Twister defeated President Jeff.

Chase: What a match that was at Rasslemania. Those two legends showed that they still have what it takes.

Harvey: It was a treat seeing those two battle it out.
"Raining Blood" By Slayer hit’s the PA. The titantron flickers on with President Jeff’s intro video playing on the big screen and then President Jeff comes out walking though the curtains, wearing his business suit.

Chase: The boss is looking sharp tonight.

Harvey: I don’t think he looks to happy with losing to Twister at Rasslemania.

Jeff walks down the aisle, ignoring the boo’s from the fans. Jeff walks up the ring steps and walks half way down the ring apron and wipes his feet. He looks out in the crowd before Entering the ring.

Paige: Please Welcome, the APW President, Hurricane Jeff!

Jeff walks over to Nicky Paige and takes the microphone from her. Nicky leaves the ring and Jeff stands in the middle of the ring. His music cuts out and Jeff raises the Mic to his lips.


Jeff: Over two weeks ago at Rasslemania, I made a vow to myself. A Vow to put an end to Twister. A Vow to give pay back Twister for attacking me back in December. But things just didn’t go according to plan.

A Twister chant starts up

Jeff: For the past two weeks, I had a lot of time to think. Thoughts going through my mind. Maybe I don’t have what it takes to lace up the boots anymore. My reflexes aren’t what they used to be. Or maybe because I wrestle once every few months that It cost me in the long run. But it also got me thinking. Decisions I make, doesn’t make everyone happy. Decision I make, makes for potential for me to get hurt. APW and myself can’t afford to have me get hurt again and stay away from here. Twister attacking me opened my eyes. I’m not invincible. So a few minutes ago, I found myself, A body guard.

Chase: A body Guard?

Harvey: Who?

Jeff: I can’t chance anything happening to me. So I got someone to watch my back, and after seeing what this man is capable of doing, and by having him by my side, I’m positive that this man will be a man to be reckoned with. So ladies and Gentleman, my body Guard




STREETS WILSON!


Streets Music hits and Streets Wilson comes out to a course of boo’s as he’s still in ring gear from his match.

Chase: I can’t believe that Jeff hired Streets Wilson as a body guard.

Harvey: I think by beating JC Styles to an inch of his life may have impressed Jeff.

Streets rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. Both Jeff and Streets smile as they shake hands. Streets music cuts off and Jeff hands Streets the mic.

Streets: President Jeff, its an honor to be your body guard. I think you for the opportunity.

Streets hands the mic back to Jeff.

Jeff: Look at this man. This man is heartless and ruthless. He’ll kill if he has too. This man is a ticking time bomb. This man will show no mercy. So to anyone in the back, and everyone listening, who have thought for a single second of trying to take me up, just take a look at Streets Wilson. Try something with us and He’ll Mess you up!

The fans start booing

Jeff: And now on to my second piece of business. First, I need General Manager Max Carter to come out here.

They wait and then





Max comes out wearing his suit and walks down to the ring.

Chase: I wonder what Jeff has planned.

Harvey: Maybe he’s going to fire Max.

Chase: I hope not, Max has been doing a great job as GM.

Max gets into the ring and stands in front of Jeff and Streets.

Jeff: Max, I’ve known you for a while now. And we all know how great of a GM you are, lets face it, this isn’t EWC. This is APW. And everyone know’s that APW is the place to be. You we’re once a great GM, but Max, you just don’t have it anymore.

Boo’s from the crowd is heard

Jeff: I was force to take a step back from the company. I put you in charge of Overdrive and ratings went down, and you cost me some money. But then my face comes back on TV and ratings go back up. So what does that tell you.

Max goes to answer but Jeff cuts him off

Jeff: You don’t need to answer that. Max, I’m taking back control of Overdrive.

Chase: Here it comes Darren, Jeff’s going to fire him!

Jeff: So Max, your services are no longer needed.

The crowd boo’s as Max takes the microphone from Jeff.

Max: You know what Jeff. Five months ago, I signed a contract to be the General Manager of Overdrive. And as long as I’m contracted under APW, I will be in charge of Overdrive.

The fans cheer for Max

Harvey: Max is standing up to Jeff.

Jeff: Don’t make me fire you Max. Because I will. I don’t need you. Your replaceable.

Max: Fire Me? Go a head, Fire me, because if you do, I’m sueing your ass for everything that its worth. I’ve done everything that my contract says I have to do. You have no reason to fire me, except for the fact that you want back control, and believe me, that argument won’t hold up in court.

Jeff is starting to get mad

Jeff: Max, I’m not asking you to step down as GM. I’m TELLING YOU TO!

The crowd boo’s as Max looks around the crowd and slowly lifts the Mic up to his lips and looks Jeff straight in the eyes.

Max: ……NO!

The arena erupts in cheers as Jeff is fuming now.

Jeff: Well then. If your not going to step down and give me back full control, it looks like we’re going to make you! Streets, do your job!

Streets grabs Max by the collar of his shirt and Max is trying to reason with Max. Streets brings Max to the corner.

Chase: Come on. Max is not a trained wrestler. He can’t defend himself.

Max is pleading with Streets.

Jeff: Come on Max.

Streets lifts his fist up and then about 4 security guards hit the ring and pulls Streets of Max. Streets begins fighting the security guards, punching them all to the mat and Max slides out under the bottom rope. Max heads up the ramp as his music hits leaving Jeff and Streets standing in the ring.

Harvey: Max got lucky here.

Chase: He stood up for himself, I’ll give him credit, but it may not have been the best idea.

Jeff is mad and kicks the bottom turn buckle as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes back with a clip of what happened during commercial break. You see President Jeff and Streets Wilson entering a limo and driving off.

Chase: I can’t believe Streets Wilson put his hands on Max Carter.

Harvey: From what we know of Streets, that can’t be a good thing.

Chase: But with now being President Jeff’s personal Body Guard, it might not be a bad thing.

We go backstage where Slade Craven is seen standing in the A.K.A. Office getting ready for his match. The fans erupt into cheers as Slade pops his neck. Then as the camera moves we see Assassin there also stretching, their fellow stable mate is nowhere in sight. But something seems to be troubling Assassin who looks to Slade.

Assassin: I still can't get over how close it was.

Slade: Well you'll have to man, it was a triple threat match and like we said, no hard feelings.

Assassin: But less than a second's difference? If I had been just that much faster the match wouldn't have ended.

Slade: What did I tell you man? Destrudo was the on in the way. His presence ruined what could have been match of the night.

Assassin: Still, after all these years? When we finally faced one another there was someone else. He screwed up the chi.

Slade: Had it been one on one, it would have been a different match.

Assassin: And it's never been.

Slade nods as a A.P.W. crewman knocks on the office door and walks in.

Crewman#6: Hey Slade, Twenty minutes.

Slade: Okay I'm right behind you.

As Craven starts to walk away Assassin reaches out and catches his arm. He stops Slade and bluntly asks.

Assassin: Hey, if I had broken up the count, and the match gone on, who do you think would have won in the end?

Craven reaches into his coat and puts on his shades as he gets into character.

Slade: Guess we'll never know man.

Slade turns and walks out the door as the camera shifts to Assassin who stands there thinking, after few seconds he mutters to himself.

Assassin: Only one way to really find out.

He looks up to the ceiling as the camera goes back to ring side

Harvey: Lets go to our next match of the night.


Paige: The following contest is set for one fall

“Get ready to sound the death knell” blares over the PA in Destrudo’s semi-guttural voice, followed by the pulsing opening riff of "Enema Bulldozer" by Cock and Ball Torture as Destrudo wheels a bike out to the foot of the aisle to deafening boos. Armed with a super soaker full of urine, Destrudo slowly rolls down the aisle randomly spraying into a sea of repulsed faces. Destrudo circles the ring and makes his way back up the aisle, emptying the rest of the super soaker and returning the fan’s mockery. Back at the foot of the aisle, Destrudo places a blindfold over his eyes with the words “Fearless Motherf*cker” stitched across. Standing upright, Destrudo pedals rapidly down the entrance and goes air borne off a 10-foot ramp positioned in front of the ring.

Paige: From Glenn Falls New York, Destrudo!

Once inside the ring, Destrudo executes a quick succession of wheelies, eventually tearing off the blindfold and violently tossing the bike to the cement floor. Destrudo climbs the ropes, flexing and pelting the crowd with obscenities. Fervently signaling for the microphone, Destrudo paces the ring denigrating the APW faithful and his opponent.


Bye Bye Beautiful by Nightwish hit’s the PA and Nick Santos comes out from behind the curtains with cheers from the fans.

Paige: From Edmonton Alberta Canada, making his APW Debut, Nick Santos!

Nick runs down to the ring and slides in and quickly jumps up on the nearest top rope.

Chase: A big opportunity for this youngster here tonight.

Destrudo Vs Nick Santos


The match would start off slow. Nick Santos would lock up with Destrudo before being out powered to the mat. Nick Santos never feeling deterred rushes forward only to be caught by a huge spine buster that rattles the ring. Destrudo mocks his opponent after teasing a cover. After a two Suplexs; it’s clear that Nick Santos is in trouble. In turn; the crowd begins to support the newcomer; as Nick fights off the tri-vecta, and catches Destrudo with a Suplex of his own.

Chase: Nice counter by the new comer.

Nick Santos mounts an offence in the form of a drop kick to the jaw. Nick Santos later backs Destrudo into the ropes; nailing him in the chest with a few chops before following up with a corner splash. Destrudo is dazed momentarily, but before he can do a single thing, Nick Santos comes flying through the air with an enormous drop-kick planting Destrudo right on the jaw. Gaining some solid crowd support; Nick Santos grabs Destrudo by his hair, preparing for a DDT. Destrudo however, slips out wrenching Nick’s arm around his back.

Harvey: Nick needs to be careful or it may be over for him real quick

Destrudo makes a deadly mistake when he pushes Nick towards the turn-buckle. Nick is able to lift a foot on the second turn-buckle pad; before catching Destrudo with an elbow to the face. Nick hooks the head once more; this time climbing up onto the top rope. Not missing a beat, Nick Santos hit’s the crash and burn, driving Destrudo face first into the mat! Nick Santos seeing his opportunity eagerly hooks the leg…

1...2...3!

Winner: Nick Santos

Santo’s jumps and up celebrates by jumping up on the top rope.

Chase: A Big Debut win for Nick Santos here tonight.

Santo’s continues to celebrate as we go backstage


John Green is backstage in his locker room. Seated at a bench press; he lifts a heavy weight. With each rep his face is contorted as he fights his strength capabilities; each time he’s able to lift the weight in the air the strain is relieved from his chest. John Green is caught off guard when a man towers over him. John Green’s face tightens up, as he places the weight back onto the machine, quickly sitting up.

John Green: What the hell do you want Level?

Level-One with the APW world championship strapped around his shoulders takes a seat beside John Green on the bench. Level-One doesn’t appear to be much impressed with John Green whom reaches over grabbing a bottle of water.

Level-One: You know; I just wanted to see where your head was at going into this match. I mean, your facing Kid Cannabis out there tonight.

John Green twists the cap to his bottle of water; before taking a long swig. John Green shrugs Level-One off with a sly laugh.

John Green: You’re kidding me right? My head is right where it needs to be. I am focused on beating Kid Cannabis tonight, and taking that APW world championship from you some other day. Don’t sit too tight.

Level-One is clearly unimpressed, as he shifts his position on the bench. Padding the APW world championship, he mocks John Green who can only offer up a long stare. It’s clear that Level-One is not wanted in the presence of John Green, but that was to be expected. The two men have crossed paths, and not for the better.

Level-One: You really think you’re next in line for the APW world championship? John, President Jeff’s goal around here is to find someone who can give me a run for my money, and I can’t say you fit the profile right about now. I mean, seriously? Take a good long look at the APW; it’s clear that the number 1 contender ship for my title is up to grabs to just about anyone…

John Green quickly swings his hand; his palm touching Level-One’s APW world championship that rests on his shoulder. John Green stares at Level-One, and Level-One’s eyes dart towards the floor, he can feel the old anger returning to him…

John Green: I have paid my dues, I deserve a shot at the APW world championship. And hell, if you don’t; make no bones about it. I will prove myself against Kid Cannabis tonight, when I pin his shoulders to the mat. See, things may have been rough back in the EWC; but we are in the APW now. It’s Kid Cannabis whom has to prove himself around here, not me…

John Green pats Level-One’s championship; before removing his hand off the title plate. Level-One looks at his title, before dusting off the print. John Green pats Level-One on the shoulder, before pointing to the door.

John Green: I’m a busy man, Level. Come back later.

Level-One grits his teeth, before quickly rising off of the bench, and removing himself from the eyes of the camera. John Green shakes his head in disgust before lying back on his bench. After taking a deep breath, he lifts the weight, again falling back into his bench press regiment. However, upon the third rep it appears as if the weight has gotten the best of John Green. John green’s arms shake; his face goes red, and then the weight crashes upon his neck, where Level-One stands over him.

Level-One: Listen, you punk. Kid Cannabis is going to wipe the fucking floor with you, if you don’t pull your crap together in the next two minutes. You think your in line for a championship? You better think again. You haven’t proven a damn thing to me, nor to a single one of these fans. So how about you start today?

Or? You can continue to run your loud mouth, and be shut up each and every single time. And the next time the weight of the world crashes upon your shoulders, just like your grand Rasslemania moments? You will NOT get back up…

John Green waving his hands in the air; as the blood rushes to his forehead begs for mercy. Level-One lifts the weight of John Green’s chest and neck, before launching it to the side causing it to smash across the floor, sending a vibration that could just possibly rupture an ear drum, or two. John Green falls over grasping at his neck, his eyes burning with something familiar; but it’s true origin simply could not be discovered. Not for now, at least, as we fade to commercial.

[President Jeff]

We come back from commercial for our next match

Widescreen, Lights get low, Pyro goes off, "Made You Look" hits the PA and Kid Cannabis comes down to the ring


Paige: Fighting out of Amsterdam, Netherlands, weighing in at 227 lbs, he's a two time HCW World Heavyweight Champion, ASWA World Heavyweight Champion, EWC Legend, and pound for pound one of the greatest fighters in the last decade....The Main Man From Amsterdam, The Black Ric Flair, El Negro himself.....KIIIIIIIIIIID.......CAANNNNNNNNNNAAAAABIS!

The lights kick back on, Cannabis salutes the fans, and steps into the ring, ready for action!


"King Nothing" by Metallica blasts through the P.A. system and the crowd hits their feet as they await for The Retribution Killer. As the heavy metal guitar solo comes to an end out comes John comes out wearing his normal wrestling attire with his "The Retribution Killer" shirt on. He smiles as he stands in front of the entrance ramp and does his trademarked "Retribution" pose and sparks and fireworks shoot into the air immediately.

Paige: And his opponent, from Atlanta Georgia, JOHN GREEN!

John walks down the ramp with a smile on his face as he slaps some of the hands of fans as he walks past them. Before entering the ring he stops in front of the squared circle looking into the ring and lets out a grin before sliding into the ring and standing in the middle of it. Green closes his eyes and takes a huge breath before running to the ropes and shaking the top one forcefully. He then lets out a monsterous roar and beats his chest. He walks to the turnbuckle and climbs them to the second rope and points to himself and then once again does his trademarked "Retribution" pose. John hops off and takes off his shirt and throws it into the crowd. His music fades out as he awaits for the bell to ring.

John Green Vs Kid Cannabis

The match starts off with Kid Cannabis exploding right out of the gate; catching the former APW world champion John Green off guard. After catching John Green with a drop kick, Kid Cannabis has backed John Green into the turn-buckle, and plants a few cross body chops, as the crowd ‘’woos’’ along; John Green topples over red chest and all. Kid Cannabis would follow up with a lion salt, before hooking the leg. John Green would power out at an early two.

Chase: These two wrestled in EWC together. This is a different John Green than what Kid Cannabis remembered.

Harvey: Cannabis shouldn’t take Green lightly

Kid Cannabis is all over John Green like flies on shit! John Green appeared to be in trouble, after catching vicious DDT from the top turn-buckle. Kid Cannabis with yet another string of chops, but John Green would be able to rake the eyes, before following it up with a quick high knee, dropping Kid Cannabis to the floor. John Green would hit a suplex, and a scary movement comes for Kid Cannabis when John Green locks in an arm bar straight out of an MMA playbook. Kid Cannabis is able to get a foot on the rope; his own escape from the maneuver.

Chase: The match may have been over if Cannabis wasn’t near the ropes.

Kid Cannabis would show some resistance; he steps forward for a vicious super kick, but John Green side steps it, going in for a clothesline…BAM super kick by Kid Cannabis! Kid Cannabis would follow up with a pin, which would only get a two! Kid Cannabis grows flustered. It appears as if both men had underestimated the other; John Green would stammer to his feet, and Kid Cannabis would roll him up in a measure of desperation…1…2…kick out by John Green!

Harvey: What a match!

The two get up and Green takes Cannabis down with a clothesline. Stomps from Cannabis brings Green to the corner. Cannabis goes to throw Green to the opposite corner, but Green reverses it and Cannabis hit’s the corner. He stumbles out and John Spears him. 1.…..2.….kick out! Green sets Cannabis up for the Head Splitter, but gets out of it with a back drop. Green gets up and ducks a super kick from Cannabis. Green goes for the head splitter again, but Cannabis grabs Greens legs, trips him and flips over him holding the legs. Green is squirming. 1.….2.….3

Winner: Kid Cannabis

Cannabis rolls out of the ring and the ref follows and raises his hand and Green slams his hands on the mat.

Chase: Cannabis pulled a sneaky win here tonight.

Harvey: I don’t know about you, but I’m glad Cannabis found his way to APW.

Chase: I don’t think Green Agrees with you right now.

Cannabis continues to celebrate as we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

Our scene opens as we see Shane West standing outside of the locker room of Assassin

Shane West: My name is Shane West and as you can tell I’m standing outside of the locker room of Assassin who will be taking on Link tonight.

Assassin’s locker room door opens up as he steps outside in his ring gear and looks at Shane West

Assassin: What do you want?

Shane West: Well I was hoping to talk to you about your match tonight with Link.

Assassin: Okay. So start talking.

Shane West: Well tonight you go one on one with Link after having lost your first PPV match at Rasslemania. What has that loss done for you as far as this match is concerned?

Assassin: Well what has that loss does for me Shane? It’s made me angry that what it’s done. It’s made me want to snap someone in half. Because I wanted to be able to walk out with a statement win at Rasslemania but that wasn’t going to happen thanks to Slade Craven & Destrudo.

Shane West: That is true Slade did pick up the win after Destrudo tossed you from the ring,

Assassin: This match is my chance to get back into the win column tonight. And as far as Slade craven is concerned we will have our day in the ring one on one soon enough. Now if you’ll excuse I have a Link to dispose of.

Assassin walks away heading towards the ring as Shane West just shrugs his shoulders as we go to another park of the backstage area


Jason Royce is standing by backstage with Cindy Shannon. Jason Royce sports a few bandages, and cuts; his war wounds worn proudly from his brutal match with The Hardcore Kid.

Jason Royce: …Cindy, it was bullshit! The Hardcore Kid barely walked out the winner, not like it proved anything anyways. As for Slade Craven? I am going to show him what this legacy is made of!

Cindy Shannon removes the microphone away from Jason Royce; as her eyes dart up behind Jason Royce. Jason Royce turns around to see Level-One standing by, with the APW world championship strapped around his shoulders. Jason Royce looks up to Level-One, who virtually towers over him.

Jason Royce: Oh, look! It’s the APW world champion. Am I taking up your microphone time?

Level-One playing mind games with Royce lifts his hand and looks down at an imaginary watch, before diverting the movement by throwing his hand back down, and launching the other one up with a middle finger extended. Cindy backs away, as both men meet face to face.

Level-One: Listen, Royce. I’m not here because I need to be. I am merely here to help you. And by your recent losing streaks and the fact you haven’t done a damn thing in months, I think it’s about time you heed my advice and step your game up.

Jason Royce clearly doesn’t take too kindly to Level-One’s words, as he brings his hand across his face. Refusing to back down, he points at the APW world championship.

Jason Royce: You think now that your APW champion, you can push people around?

A smile spreads across Level-One’s face; as he extends a hand, shoving Jason Royce on his shoulder. Jason Royce growing frustrated now presses his chest up against Level-One, as the two men meet nose to nose. Level-One smiles, before taking a step back.

Level-One: You know, Royce. I could break you in half right now, but that’s not what I want. That isn’t what I need. I hoped that of all people you would be the one to notice—that you would be the one to realize that this APW needs people like you, Royce.

Jason Royce: Your damn right, the APW needs me!

Cindy, stands on by watching the situation which could virtually blow up at anytime now. Level-One lowers his head, trying to re-evaluate his approach, and then when he thinks he has it all figured out, he pushes it. The good ol’ car sales man maneuver.

Level-One: Have you ever looked at your position around here and truly evaluated it, Royce? The APW does need you. They need you do be their whipping boy. They need you to go out there and make another sucker look good. Royce, dare I say it…but…you’re a jobber.

Jason Royce swings a wild fist, which Level-One quickly steps back from. Level-One clenches his teeth in frustration, as Jason Royce holds out two clenched fists out in-front of him, surely expecting Level-One to fire back if not in self defense, but pure intent to cause an injury, but the barrage does not come.

Level-One: I’ll forget you did that. We all make bad decisions, now’s the time to correct them, you got that kid?

Jason Royce nods his head.

Jason Royce: I am going to prove to the world that I am no jobber; I will one day take the APW championship right off of your shoulders…

Level-One looks at the APW championship, and then back at Royce before tapping him on his shoulders, appearing to take the softer approach.

Level-One: Royce, I really hope you do. But I don’t see that happening. Now you go out there, and you do your best. I’ll be watching.

Jason Royce then snaps around, before brushing past Cindy Shannon and walking away. Cindy Shannon virtually flirting with danger approaches Level-One; this could possibly be the breakthrough she was waiting for, a defining moment as an APW interviewer…

Cindy Shannon: What was that all about?

Level-One looks at Cindy Shannon; his eyes are bold, not with anger, nor with frustration, at the same time not a single dash of hope. His eyes, were just…there. It wasn’t as big as a shift in the universe, nor as breathtaking or explosive as the big bang, but it sure as hell was something…a change?

Level-One: …I don’t know, but he will soon enough.

Level-One humbly nods to Cindy Shannon, before storming off in the other direction. Cindy Shannon stands by with a story of confusion written on her face. As she turns around, she sees Jason Royce looking back at her down the hall. He appears to be hesitant, maybe even humbled; but the glare of Cindy was too much to handle, as Jason Royce throws down his hands shrugging the APW interviewer off, as he headed towards the curtain taking everything he had to prove a long with him as we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes back from commercial

Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall

“Scars” by Papa Roach his the PA and out comes Jason Royce

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, from Chicago Illinois, He is the Legacy, JASON ROYCE!

Royce gets into the ring and waits for his opponent

Paige: And his opponent

Adema's 'The Way You Like It' hit’s the PA and Slade Craven jumps out through the curtain to a nice cheer from the crowd

Paige: From Dallas Texas, here is SLADE CRAVEN!

Slade runs down to the ring and slides in, then poses for the fans as he gets ready for the match.

Jason Royce Vs Slade Craven

The match starts with the two high flyers circling each other down before they for a test of strength. But Royce immediately goes for a low blow. Royce delvers some serious stomps to Craven's back. Royce waits for The Man Man to get up and goes for a running drop kick but Slade moves out of the way and leaves Royce hitting the mat. As Royce is still on the mat Slade bounces off the ropes and hits a rolling thunder on Royce.

Chase: There’s a move that you don’t see too often anymore

The match is even with both using their high flying moves to woo the fans. Slade has Royce on the top turnbuckle. Royce looks a little dazed on the top rope as Slade is backing up to the middle of the ring. Slade runs and jumps to the second rope hooks Royce's head and brings off with a powerful suplex off the top rope. Slade goes for a pin and it's only a 2 count.

Harvey: Royce is looking for a win tonight after losing to the Hardcore Kid at Rasslemania.

Slade bringing it to Royce with control in the match. Slade looks like he wants to end it as Royce is getting up in the middle of the ring. Slade then runs up the turnbuckle, spins and turns while hopping onto the top rope then diving into a shoulder roll wrapping the arm over Royce's head and bring them down into a DDT hitting his Springboard DDT. Slade goes for another pin but it's once again a 2 count. Slade climbs the top rope and see's Royce still on the mat on his back. Slade faces the opposite direction of Royce and goes for a beautiful moonsault. Well it would of been good if Royce hadn't moved out the way and had Slade's body eat the mat. Royce goes for a pin but only get's a 2 count.


Royce was looking to end the match after that. As Slade got up Royce picked Slade up right onto his shoulders and tried to end him with the GTS. Jason Royce holds the move in position, when his eyes shoot off down the ramp. Level-One stands on by, watching Jason Royce, who smiles back at him. However, this proves to only be a distraction as Slade gives Royce a couple of elbows and squirms out and lands behind Royce. Slade turns Royce by his shoulder kicks him in the gut backs up a little and hits The Mercy Drive. Slade waits for The Legacy to stand as he just stalks him. Royce slowly gets to his feet and Slade looks to end the match and goes for a Cliq Kick, but Royce ducks it and picks Slade onto his shoulders again for the GTS but Slade once again squirms out of the move. Slade turns Royce by the shoulder and hits the FLY FLY.

Winner: Slade Craven

Slade Craven rolls out onto his back, slipping under the bottom rope, as he celebrates his victory with a few fans in the crowd. Jason Royce rolls to a single knee pointing at Level-One shouting a phrase towards Level-One APW simply are better off not repeating. Level-One with the APW world championship strapped around his shoulder, now grabs a microphone.

Level-One: So…so close. Royce, I really think you should start heeding my advice. You are not focused and you’re confused; and this is why you’ve lost tonight. I hope you learn your lesson…

Level-One shakes his head in disappointment dropping the microphone, as Jason Royce pulls himself up to his feet. He curses under his breath, as Level-One turns around and walks away. Leaving the young gun to evaluate the on-going situation. Jason Royce looks to Slade Craven, with his arms raised, before hitting the deck and rolling under the bottom rope…

Harvey: I don’t think Jason Royce is happy at all here. Level-One just had cost him the match!

Chase: I disagree. There are many elements that go into each win; and Jason Royce was lacking one of them. Focus. And Slade capitalized on it, with or with-out Level-One in attendance.

Jason Royce storms up the ramp, shrugging off a few fans angrily in the process, as he rips through the curtains and heads backstage and we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

We come back from commercial and Cindy Shannon is standing with the Hardcore Kid.

Cindy: I am standing here with the APW Xtreme champion, The Hardcore Kid. Kid, your facing Shadow in tonight’s main event. What going through your mind going into this match.

THK: I have my game plan going into this match. And I have every intention on walking out here tonight the winner, and to make the Xtreme Title that much better than the Overdrive title. This is a big challenge for me tonight, the biggest challenge in a long time, I mean, seriously, Like Jason Royce was a challenge. But Shadow, get ready, because I’m sending you Straight To Hell.

Cindy: What are your thought about what Twister said at Rasslemania to you.

THK: Much respect for the man, but Twister, I know your not here tonight because of a family emergency, but all I got to say is that, even though you and Hurricane Jeff had everyone on their feet. Royce and I had everyone on their feet screaming for more. Twister, I’m going to show you, starting with tonight that I’m not just some “Kid anymore”

The Kid walks away as we go to ringside for the next match.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

The arena lights dim as "Down Again" begins to play over the PA as the song continues to play the arena lights start flashing off and on before finally flashing on as we see Assassin walk down the ramp.

Paige: Making his way first, from Dallas Texas, ASSASSIN

Assassin reaches the bottom of the ramp as he walk around the ring shaking hands with several of the fans before finally jumping on the apron as he steps into the ring. Assassin enters the ring and walks towards the other side of the ring folding his arms over his chest as his music comes to an end.

Paige: And his opponent

Sound of a woman’s scream is heard followed by the chorus of "Elite". Link comes out from the back standing at the top of the ramp. He looks around briefly before stretching his arms out to his side with his hands in a fist. This pose is what he has always called the sign of the Elite.

Paige: From San Jose California, this is…LINK!

He walks down the ramp and into the ring going to the front right turnbuckle (camera view) and again posing the sign of Elite. He goes to the opposite turnbuckle and just stands on the 2nd rope staring out into the crowd not giving any signs of Elite or any facial expression. He steps down but stays next to the turnbuckle to wait for the match to start

Link Vs Assassin

Link starts off the match being dropped on the back of his head after trying to force a headlock in on, Assassin. After receiving the back body drop, Link would lust for more as he fights to his feet, but this time he receives a belly to belly by Assassin. Assassin would then plant Link to the floor with a body slam, before backing off the rope going for a leg drop…Link rolls out onto his back, avoiding the maneuver. Assassin quickly to his feet, blinded as Link rakes the eyes, and folded over as Link nails him with a vicious low blow…into solid DDT! Link doesn’t get back up right away, and both men lay on the mat for a few seconds.

Chase: Link is lucky he didn’t get Dqed with that low blow

Link would catch Assassin with an arm drag working over his arm in the process. Assassin would mount his position to his feet, executing an Irish whip ultimately escaping the maneuver...Link puts the breaks on it! Assassin takes a step forward, and Link sneakily pops up catching Assassin with a drop kick! Link boasts as he out smarts his opponent. It would appear as if Assassin would mount a come back just after that, after battling back with a few right hands, but Link would hit a snap suplex, before following it up with a beautiful top rope moon salt…Link got played! Assassin able to shoot up a knee, catches Link in his stomach, as Link squirms on the mat; Assassin ceasing the opportunity, rolls Link over…

1…2…kickout! The crowd boos, they don’t like Link! Link would charge forward giving it his all, putting it to the forefront with a Spear; a move we aren’t familiar with seeing in Link. Proving deadly, Assassin is able to use his momentum along with his strength to not only bock the maneuver, put to pick up and drop him with a power-bomb! Link is in trouble! 1…2…kickout by Link! Assassin can’t believe it, as he begins to plead with the ref, begging him to change his decision on that call, insisting that it was a three count, nothing the ref can do, focus on the match! Assassin turns around and Link is there with the Extreme Kick. The smack echo’s through the arena as Assassin tumbles over and Link hooks the leg. 1.….2.….3.

Winner: Link

Link gets up and celebrates as Overdrive goes to commercial

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes back on with Max Cartner standing back stage with Shane West.

Shane: I am here with Max Carter who has an announcement to make.

Max: Earlier tonight, One individual put his hands on me. Streets Wilson. Mistake number one. Mistake number two, you signed your life away to the Devil. Should I remind who what happens to people who allign themselves with President Jeff. Just ask Doctor Phate and Kenny Lambardo. Streets, I’m going to make sure you never put your hands on me again, because next week, I’m putting you in a match. And not just any match. Streets, you will be fighting…….LEVEL ONE!

Max walks away as we go to ringside

Chase: A big match for next week just announced.

Harvey: Don’t mess with Max Carter. I guess Streets didn’t learn that lesson that we should have already learned.


“Iron Man” By Black Sabbath hit’s the PA and The Hardcore Kid comes out with cheers from the fans while holding the Xtreme Title in his hands.

Paige: The following contest is your main event of the evening and it’s a non title match up. Making his way to the ring first, he is the APW Xtreme Champion, The Hardcore KIDDDDD!

The Kid gets into the ring and poses for the fans before waiting for his opponent.

"Never Gonna Stop me hits the PA and Shadow comes out with the Overdrive title over his shoulder

Paige: From Dallas Texas, he is the APW Overdrive Champion. SHADOW!

Shadow gets into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle and poses for the fans

Shadow Vs The Hardcore Kid

Before the Bell rings, The Hardcore Kid run and attacks Shadow from behind. He pulls Shadow off the ropes and puts him in the corner as the bell rings to start the match. The Hardcore kid begins kicking Shadow in the corner and then throws him into the ropes. Shadow reverses it and the Hardcore Kid runs back and gets caught in a big Spinebuster and the fans cheer. Shadow covers the Kid.
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Harvey: The Hardcore Kid tries to get an early advantage but the Overdrive champ just showed why he’s not like the other Overdrive champs that the Kid has fought

Shadow picks the Kid up and punches him to the corner. He then throws the Kid into the opposite corner and The Hardcore Kid hits the corner and falls face first to the mat. Shadow picks the Kid up and body slams in in the center of the ring then bounces off the ropes and dropping a knee drop on the face of the Hardcore kid. Shadow covers.
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Harvey: The Kid may be out of his element in this match a bit, with it not being a match with Hardcore Rules.

Shadow picks up The Hardcore Kid and locks on a side headlock. The Kid is able to push Shadow off into the ropes and The Hardcore Kid takes Shadow down with a spinning Leg Kick. Shadow gets up, surprised in the attack and stumbles to the corner. The Hardcore kid runs and spears Shadow in the corner and then continues to drive his shoulder into Shadows Stomach. THK pulls Shadow out of the corner and gives him a snap Suplex in the center of the ring. The Hardcore Kid begins climbing to the top rope.

Chase: This is all or nothing for the Hardcore Kid.

Shadow isn’t moving and the Hardcore Kid jumps off the top rope and hits Shadow with a Leg Drop across the throat. The Kid covers and hooks the leg.
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Chase: We almost had a winner right there.

The Hardcore Kid picks Shadow up and gives him a Russian Leg sweep then picks up Shadows legs and goes for a sharpshooter, but Shadow uses the strength of his legs, pushes the Kid off. The Kid bounces off the ropes and goes towards Green who takes him down into a small package.
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Winner: Shadow

Chase: The Shadow was too much for the Hardcore Kid here tonight.

The Shadow Celebrates his victory in the middle of the ring

Chase: That all for this week folks, we’ll see you next week

Harvey: Hold on a second Johnny, something is going on backstage.

The cameras go backstage where you see Jason Royce standing, looking down. The camera goes down and you see Jason holding a chair. The camera goes down more and on the ground is John Green. And then you hear Royce say

Royce: John Green, I want you in the ring next week!

The camera zooms back with Royce looking at a knocked out John Green as Overdrive goes off the air.