Overdrive - Honolulu, Hawaii (04/22/09)

[President Jeff]

Overdrive starts with a recap from the Twister/Hurricane Jeff match from Rasslemania V

THE SPANISH FLY OFF THE TOP ROPE!

Harvey: OH MY GOD!!!

Chase: HOLY CRAP!

The fans are on their feet going nut and chanting holy s**t. Hurricane Jeff covers Twister.
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NO KICK OUT! And the fans go balistic as Twister is still in the match.

Chase: HOW?

Jeff looks up at the ref and can’t believe it. He picks Twister up and goes for the HurraDriver, but Twister manages to fight out of it and land on his feet. HJ goes for a clothesline, but Twister ducks. Jeff turns and Twister picks him up for the Fury in the Wind. Jeff fights out of it and lands on his feet. He turns Twister and goes for the Eye of the Hurricane, but Twister pushes Jeff off into the ropes. As Jeff comes back, Again, Twister picks Jeff up for the Fury in the Wind and again, HJ fights out of it and lands on his feet behind Twister. Jeff hooks Twisters arms from behind and lifts him up and has him ready for the hurraBreaker, but Twister flips over onto his feet, spins Jeff around, lifts him up across his shoulder and hit’s the Fury in the Wind. The fans jump up and cheer and count as Twister covers and the ref counts
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Winner: Twister


The arena erupts as Twister’s music hits and the ref raises Twisters hand in victory.

Chase: What a match

Harvey: Amazing. I thought for sure President Jeff had it won with that Spanish Fly off the top rope.

Twister celebrates as President Jeff lies in the middle of the ring. Twister climbs the turn buckles and after celebrating a bit, President Jeff begins to get up. Jeff gets up and Twister is standing in front of him. They two look at each other.

Chase: What’s going on here?

Harvey: I hope its not round 2.

Slowly, Twister extends his hand. Jeff just looks at Twister, with a disappointed look on his face that he lost. And then Jeff quickly shakes Twisters hand and then exit’s the ring. Jeff heads up the ramp as Twister continues to celebrate and we cut live to the arena

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Our scene opens up with Twister sitting in front of a monitor backstage of the Stan Sheriff Arena just as Overdrive goes air. He leans back in his chair and a smile creeps over his face. He stretches out and then slowly makes his way to his feet before turning away from the monitor and walking out of the dressing room he is sitting in. Twister turns into a lively hallway of the arena and weaves his way through traffic towards the ring side area. Still without a word he signals a member of the ring crew and heads towards the curtain as our cameras cut out to the arena with Chase and Harvey already telecasting through the show.

Chase: Welcome Everyone to Wednesday Night Overdrive!

Harvey: Were gearing up for a huge show here tonight and these fans are already rowdy. Still so many unanswered questions, the biggest one still leaving APW up in the air being will former Xtreme, Tag Team and World champion Twister hang up his boots for the last time, right here tonight Chase!

Chase: I for one hope he sticks it out Darren, he's been a phenominal showman for APW, and never was that as well observed as in the fantastic show he put on for the fans at Rasslemania 5 against old friend and foe President Jeff.

Harvey: But with Jeff saying he was done with in ring competition last week Chase, could Twister follow suit.

The lights fade through the arena as an organ like tone echoes through the speakers. The fans burst to their feet as BOOM by P.O.D. hits the speakers. A red light inhabits the stage as Twister walks through the curtain and surveys the screaming fans.

Chase: Speaking of Twister there is the man right there treating the masses here at the Stan Sheriff Arena.

Twister nods expressionless as the fans continue their tributary salute to the decorated star. Finally Twister begins to walk down the ramp way passing a nod to several of the fans along the way. His walk is slower than most walks he would make down to the ring, as if he's trying to take in everything about it.

Chase: We haven't seen Twister since his victory over Jeff at Rasslemania 5... What could possibly be going through the mans head as he walks down to the ring here.

Harvey: Hopefully an answer.

Twister stops as he arrives at the ring side area. He scans the crowd to the sides of the ring before finally sliding into the ring. Twister quickly springs to his feet and signals to Nicky Page for a microphone.. The young announcer happily abliges as Twister returns a brief smile. He turns and paces around the ring before finally stopping in the middle of the ring and brings the mic to his lips.

Twister: So seems Im a pretty popular topic of conversation lately. Twister... Are you really going to leave. Twister... You really gonna hang em up? Twister you really retiring again.

Twister looks around as the fans seem to be hanging on his every word.

Twister: Rasslemania 5... A careers worth of effort came to fruition. Finally with no bull shit, no excuses, Twister squared off against Hurricane Jeff. Both men legendary in their own right. Both as decorated as it gets in the business. Two men stared eachother down. Played the biggest game of cat and mouse you can in the business. Spent 4 months back and forthing before the battle finally reached a climax.

Twister looks around the arena his face expressionless, sunglasses covering the one region that may show his only true emotion.

Twister: In this business there is no bigger stage than Rasslemania. Its where everyone goes to establish themselves. Its where a man becomes a star. A star becomes a legend. A legend becomes ageless. In our case two legends became ageless but reality pays a harsh price in this business. Jeff said last week, he questioned if he could still hack it. Maybe he was pushing too hard. But the week before that I proved to not just Jeff but everyone else that I could still hack it. That I could still steal the show. That I could live the dream one more time.

Twister puts his head down and soaks in the cheers from the masses in Honolulu.

Twister: This week, it was scheduled to be Twister vs Nick Santos. So it is written... So it must be done. So... So... Not the way this legend is going to go out.

The fans go silent through the arena trying to interpret the mans words.

Twister: Nick Santos, you have a bright future ahead of you but your future will not get lifted on the Natural Disasters coat tails. See Rasslemania taught me, that I only had one final goal in this business. That goal was to one last time put each and every one of you on the edge of their seats one more time. For each and every one of you to remember what I had brought to the ring every time I did. For each and every one of you to remember that I was the very best. At Rasslemania... I accomplished that.

Chants of "Please dont go" begin to stir through the arena. Twister lowers his head and shakes it a time or two before running his hand through his hair.

Twister: Everything I've set out to do... Not just here but everywhere I've been... I have achieved. The time has come now for me to step down, and allow the future of APW to take over. I thank you, the fans for the years of unrivaled support. I thank you, the stars of APW for letting this man finally lay it all on the line week in and week out. Honolulu, I thank you, for one last time showing me exactly what it meant to be Twister. On this day though, finally, like my days as a pro wrestler, I feel complete.

Chase: Twister has always been a class act Darren. Truly he must feel like he's at his pinnacle.

Twister: APW... One last time... Thank you!

The fans rise to their feet as Twister lifts a hand in the air and salutes the fans before tossing the microphone aside.

Fans: ONE MORE MATCH. ONE MORE MATCH. ONE MORE MATCH!

Twister turns and salutes the other side of the arena before stepping out of the ring. He stands at the foot of the ring and looks around one final time taking in the vibrance of the crowd. Twister nods and acknowledges the fans once more before slowly making his way up the ramp as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes back from Commercial and Twister is walking backstage with his bags, heading towards the arena exit doors. Twister shakes hands of a few people and a few others pat him on the back. Just then.

Voice: Twister…Wait.

Twister turns and we see The APW Xtreme Champion, The Hardcore Kid approach the legend.

THK: The hell do you think your doing?

Twister: Retiring. Didn’t you see my speech.

THK: Now? You really think now is the best time to hang up your boots.

Twister: You don’t understand Kid. Wait till you’re a legend like me, then maybe you’ll understand.

THK: Listen, I can’t tell you how to live your life. You had a good match at Rasslemania. Not a great match like Jason and Mine’s hardcore in hell match. If you want to walk out, because our satisfied with your performance, than fine. Leave at a time where APW needs you the most. At a time when you have a young wrestler who looks up to you and wants to learn everything he can from a legend. This Xtreme title Twister. We both held this title. The Tag titles. We both held the tag titles. it’s a special bond I have with you. So if you want to walk out at a time where you could walk out where people will actually remember you. I know Twister, there’s one more Great five star classic left in you. But if your satisfied with your Rasslemania match, and want that to be your last match, then go.

Twister looks at The Hardcore Kid

Twister: You just don’t get it.

Twister walks away and Nick Santo’s runs up, standing beside the Kid

Nick: Hey, where you going, we have a match tonight.

Twister walks through the exit doors.

THK: Looks like your not fighting Twister tonight.

Santos: How about you, you’re here and don’t have a match.

THK: I’ll see you later tonight.

Santos walks away as the Hardcore Kid looks back at the exit door as we go back to ringside.

Chase: The Hardcore Kid tried to talk some sense into Twister, but Twister didn’t want any part of it.

Harvey: If this is the last time we see Twister, this Thank you Twister for everything.

Chase: On a bright note, The Hardcore Kid will take Twister’s spot in his match against Nick Santos.

Harvey: A win for Santos would be huge, considering the Kid is the Xtreme champion.

Chase: That match will take place later on tonight, but lets get to our first match of the night.


“Step Up” by Drowning Pool hits the PA and JC Styles comes out.

Paige: The opening match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, J…C….STYLES!

walking down the ramp as the fans cheer and boo. Hes punching the air and jumping around like a boxer all the way down to the ring. Walks up the stairs. Gets in the ring and raises his hands in the air and jump in a circle and then starts punching the air again getting ready for the match

Paige: And his opponent

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: From Dallas Texas, weighing in at 265 pounds, 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.

Assassin Vs JC Styles

This match would be freakishly one sided. JC styles would try to be aggressor unleashing a myriad of punches that go absolutely no where as Assassin easily avoids the flying fists. Before winding up, and knocking JC styles to the floor with a single solid right hand. JC styles would try to hit a belly to belly, but Assassin doesn’t even budge; and instead drops JC styles on his back with a vicious belly to belly counter; the fans give a solid pop to Assassin as he looks at his underwhelming opponent with confusion.

Chase: JC styles has been the aggressor this entire match, yet every time he seems to land on the back of his head! Assassin can’t believe it.

Assassin watches and allows JC styles to get to his feet. JC styles rushes forward; as Assassin carelessly side steps himself out of the way, causing JC to run chest first onto the turn buckle. Assassin smashes JC styles face into the turn-buckle 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10 just about as high as Michael Lively could count up to; before letting JC styles to fall onto his back. Assassin would then hit a beautiful missile drop kick taking JC styles down to the mat.

Harvey: Pure domination by Assassin here. It appears as if JC styles is beating himself tonight!

Chase: That didn’t sound gay…at all.

JC styles would try to mount a quick come back, catching Assassin with a desperate low blow; before sitting up for the Canadian destroyer; JC styles executes the flip; but forgets to hold on and nearly breaks his neck as he virtually hits his own finisher on himself. A you ‘’fucked up’’ chant his heard mixed in with bursts of laughter. Assassin confused shrugs his shoulders, picks JC Styles up before hooking the arms; and nailing the Chaos theory. Assassin with the applause of the crowd hooks a leg…

1...2...3!

Winner: Assassin

Assassin celebrates his victory as we head backstage

Level-One is backstage; with a roll of tape in one hand he wraps the other as he prepares to look the part for his match later in the night. The APW world championship hangs on his shoulders loosely, as he pats on his plate. A knock is heard on his locker room door; as a result of this he sighs. Propping the world title on his shoulder; a hand touches him from behind.

Level-One: You’ve got to be kidding me? What the hell do you want?

It’s Max Carter. Appearing to be jittery and nervous; Max Carter takes a seat beside Level-One before rubbing his hands together nervously. Level-One looks at Max Carter confused; as he lets out a long sigh.

Max Carter: Look, I know as of late you been backstage giving people good luck and motivation, you know with you being APW world heavyweight champion and everything. And now that President Jeff is back flexing his muscle; I’m going to need something to fend him off.

Level-One shrugs Max Carter off. Focusing back on his APW world champion. Max Carter waits for Level-one to say something, but he doesn’t utter a word. In fact he just pretends as if Max Carter wasn’t even there.

Max Carter: Come on, Level. You know as well as I do that with President Jeff running the show, he’ll be sure to try to screw you along the way.

Level-One raises his head. He doesn’t look at Max Carter be he certainly lets him know that he’s aware of his presence.

Level-One: So, you job here is to run the show. Book matches. The whole ten yards correct?

Max Carter nods his head in agreement. Level-One was on the right track. Level-One pauses before continuing.

Level-One: Max, I never liked you for the worm or sissy you are but one thing is for sure, you know how to run a show. You know how to draw people in, you know how to surprise people, and you know exactly what brings in the ratings. And considering Hurricane Jeff wants to take back his job in which you currently handle, I figure the answer is real simple. Be a better business man than him. Right?

Max Carter nods his head back and forth soaking in the information. Level-One turns to Max Carter; who slowly processes Level-One ones words, but only more questions arose from it all.

Max Carter: Okay, I know this sounds silly. Maybe even pathetic…

Level-One looks over at Max Carter; as if that’s what he expected from him. Max Carter sighs.

Max Carter: …but I have forgotten how to do that. You’ve seen the ratings sheets lately. And to be honest, I have forgotten what people want…

Level-One throws his arm over Max Carters neck, shaking his head in disappointment. Level-One points up in the air; as Max Carter looks up.

Level-One: Do you want me to spell it out for you? Book blockbuster matches, put on a show, and the rest is real simple from there.

Max Carter gazes up at the locker room lights; and nods his head in confidence as Level-One continues on.

Level-One: Imagine next weeks card. Imagine Jason ‘’The Legacy’’ Royce going one on one with…Justin Job! And then…featuring in the main-event, a cage match featuring Slade Craven and John Green. How does that sound, Max?

Max Carter shakes his head slightly impressed; but then ponders a serious question which catches Level-One slightly off guard.

Max Carter: Okay, but what about the rest of the card?

Level-One looks to Max Carter, before moving his hand from around the neck of Max nodding his head in disgust.

Level-One: Look, I’m not booking an entire card for you. I can only lead you, you have to take the strides to get yourself to the end of that road. Epic ratings and your job hangs in the balance. I mean, surely what I have given you is something to think about…

Max Carter nods his head up and down in agreement;, before standing up off the bench looking down at Level-One.

Max Carter: You know what? I think I can do this. President Jeff is going to regret having to ever mess with me, and you can tell him that myself!

Max Carter storms off; leaving Level-One in his locker room alone with his world title. Level-One flashes a smirk, as he looks at his APW world title matching it with a peck on it’s metal plate, as the scene comes to a fade

Chase: Slade Craven Vs John Green in a cage next week.

Harvey: And Jason Royce Vs Justin Job. I can’t wait!

We go to commercial

[President Jeff]

Our scene opens backstage with Assassin sitting alone after his match. He is looking very pleased with himself seeing as how he was successful in his match. On the table next to him is a folder. This week has been a stressful one for everyone as Assassin leans back and folds his hands behind his head. Then after letting out a slight sigh his eyes narrow towards the file folder on his left.

Assassin: Oh? And what do we have here?

He reaches down and picks up the folder, opens it and begins to flip through it. His eyes scan over each page as he reads whatever is written on the paper.

Assassin: Well Jeff, it would seem you got balls and brains.

He sets the folder down on the left and takes another deep breath.

Assassin: I wonder what he will say?

From ringside the voices of the commentators is heard.

Chase: What is he talking about?

We then cut to backstage in President Jeff’s office where you see Jeff and his body guard, Streets Wilson. You can hear boo’s from the fans in attendance.

Streets: There’s no way I’m fighting Level One tonight. I don’t care what Max says.

Jeff: You got the tools to beat Level One. You have nothing to worry about.

Streets: I know that, but that’s not the point. We can’t let Max just make matches just because he doesn’t like me. He can’t book you, so he’s going to book me in attempt to have me hurt.

Jeff: You bring up a Valid point.

Streets: And if you want me to protect you, I need you to protect me with who I fight.

Jeff: I think we need to have a chat with Max.

The scene fades back to ringside for our next match

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall

Bye Bye Beautiful - Nightwish it’s the PA and out comes Nick Santos with head down wearing a ball cap. He stops just at the entrance looks up turning his hat so the brim is at the back looking at the fans he smiles nodding at them as he heads down to the ring.

Paige: Introducing first, From Edmonton Canada, Nick Santos!

Nick slides into the ring waiting for his opponent.

Chase: Nice was suppose to fight Twister here tonight, but with Twister retiring, The Hardcore Kid stepped in and took his place.

“Iron Man” by Black Sabbath hit’s the PA and the Hardcore Kid comes out with the Xtreme Title over his shoulder.

Paige: And his opponent, he is the APW XTREME CHAMPION, THE HARDCORE KID!

The Hardcore Kid jogs down the ramp and slides into the ring. He hands the title over o the ref and waits for the match to start.

Nick Santos Vs The Hardcore Kid

The Bell rings with the two locks up and the Kid taking an early advantage by backing Santos to the corner and lays in with a few chops. An Irish whip into he ropes makes Santos reverse it and catches the Hardcore Kid with a Spinning Heel kick and only gets a two count. Nick stays on the attack with knee drops to the face before lifting the Xtreme champ up and body slamming him to the mat. Nick climbs the ropes and goes for a missile dropkick, but the Hardcore Kid moves and Nick hit’s the mat.

Chase: That High Risk move maybe the turning point in this match.

Harvey: Nick should have kept on attacking the Hardcore Kid.

The Kid picks nice up and suplexes him in the middle of the ring then runs off the rope and drops a leg drop across Santo’s throat. The Kid picks Santo up and throws him into the corner. The Kid gives Santos a combination of kicks to the ribs and then a jumping spin kick to the jaw with sends Santos down to the mat. The Hardcore Kid backs out of the corner and then runs for a Bronco Buster, but Santos gets his foot up and the Kid goes Crotch first in it.

Chase: That’s a good way to counter that move.

Harvey: The Kid can’t be feeling too good right now.

Santos gets up and throws the Kid to the corner and nails him with the Body Splash. The Kid stumbles out and Santos drops the Kid with a back Breaker. Santos covers for a two count. Santos jumps up to the middle turn buckle and signals for his finisher. The Kid is up and Santos goes for the Crash and Burn Tornado DDT, but the Hardcore Kid throws Santos off and he hit’s the mat. Santos gets up and the Hardcore Kid runs at him and they take each other out with a double clothesline. Both guys are out as the ref starts to count. The ref gets to about 4 and then Just then, "Raining Blood" by Slayer hit’s the PA and out comes President Jeff and Streets Wilson.

Chase: What are those two doing out here? We have a match going on!

The boss and his body guard get into the ring. The ref backs away as The Hardcore Kid is up and Streets takes the Kid down with a Super Kick. Santos is getting up and Streets takes him and drops him with the Vicious DDT! Streets then throws the Hardcore Kid out of the ring and then throws Santos out of the ring. The bell rings and the match is thrown out

Winner: No Contest

Jeff gets a microphone.

Jeff: Good job Streets. Before I get started, Max Carter, come out here please!

Everyone waits for a few second and then




The fans cheer as Max Carter comes out and walks down to the ring. Max walks up the ring steps and gets into the ring and has a mic handed to him as his music fades out

Max: What do you want this week Jeff?

Jeff: Last week Max, I gave you the chance to step down as GM. I gave you the chance to give me back 100 percent full control of Overdrive while you could sit at home and I’d still pay you. But what did you decide to do instead. You decided that it be funny that Streets here fights Level One tonight!

The fans cheer and Max smiles and nods.

Jeff: This isn’t funny Max! This isn’t just some kind of game. This is our lives and to book Streets in a match against a man like Level One is the stupidest thing ever.

Max: Jeff, for all the time I’ve worked with you, you taught me something. You Taught me to never let anyone push you around. You Taught me to stand up for yourself. You taught me to never, ever let anyone mess with you and if they did, then they would pay price. Streets, you put your hands on me last week. That’s a big no no. So Tonight Streets, Your gonna be taught a lesson.

Jeff: MAX! You don’t get it. We’re not upset because we’re scared that Level One is going to destroy Streets. Because that’s far from it. Its Level One who should be afraid. You take the APW World Champion and put him in a match against a man like Streets Wilson. Do you not value the world champion. This is a Pay Per View quality of a match and your giving it away for free. This isn’t WCW Max. This is APW. And as your boss, I strongly suggest to you that you change this match.

Max: Guys, the match stands. Nothing is going to change my mind. As far as I’m concerned, Level One won’t have any trouble with you Streets. I really wish Jeff that we could have worked together, put our mind together and make APW the greatest company in the world, but you just can’t put your ego aside. You need to run everything.

Jeff: Max I’m giving you one last chance to change your mind about this match.

Max: Jeff, you can't boss me around

The fans cheer as Jeff looks at Streets then back at Max.

Jeff: Well Max, you leave me no choice. Streets, do your JOB!

Streets grabs Max Carter by the collar of his shirt.

Chase: No not again!

Harvey: Come on. What is he trying to prove.

Streets puts Max’s head under his arm and drops him with the Vicious DDT!

Chase: Oh my God!

Harvey: Someone get help!

Max lays motionless as Jeff and Streets stand side by side looking down at the GM.

Chase: I can’t believe what just happened.

Referee’s and road agents along with EMT’s rush the ring and check up on Max as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes back from commercial with Max Carter being lift into an ambulance on a stretcher. The EMT’s shut the door and the Ambulance drives away

We go back inside the arena backstage where President Jeff and Streets Wilson is laughing.

Jeff: That will teach him.

Streets: I got what he deserved

Jeff: Maybe next time he’ll listen to us.

Streets: He’s lucky I didn’t break his neck.

Jeff: He could have avoided all this. Oh well.

Streets: Now that Max is not here, what about my match with Level One.

Jeff: I can’t change the match.

Streets: What, I thought you we’re suppose to protect me in the ring.

Jeff: I’ll do what I can. There’s wrestling law that prevents matches from being cancelled if both participant are able to wrestle. The only way I can cancel the match is if you or Level One was unable to compete.

Streets: That’s bull

Jeff: Tell me about it.

Just then Level One walks up into camera view and Jeff and Streets look at him

Level: I hope your happy with that you set out to do.

Level One cuts them off

Level One: Don’t answer that. All Max is trying to do is to make Overdrive the number 1 wrestling show in the world, and you can’t even let him do that. You have let your ego go to your head and try and take control. I hope your proud of yourselves. Taking out Max like that. Streets you’re a muscley wrestler. Max is a 130 pounds soaken wet. And might I add, not a trained wrestler. I’m glad we’re fighting tonight, because maybe for once, you can pick on someone your own size.

Jeff: Hold on a second here. I just thought of a great idea. Hows this for tonight main event. In a non title match. We have Level One Verses Streets Wilson. Stipulation, Level One, you can’t use any of your finishing moves. You use a finishing move and your Disqualified.

Streets : Great idea

Jeff: Max can make good match, but I can make them better.

Level One: I don’t care what the stipulation is. I’m winning tonight.

Level One walks away as Jeff and Streets look on and we go to ringside.

Chase: Level One can’t be happy with the news he just got.

Harvey: Level One is not allowed to use his finisher tonight. He’s at a big disadvantage here tonight.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall

The music begins to pulse as the intro begins slow. With each beat of the drum the stage flickers with lights dancing to the melody. As the music picks up the fans seem to rise to their feet in anticipation for the entrance. The music then explodes into actions as does a shit ton of pyro.

Paige: Introducing first, From Bangor Maine, MAYHEM

Mayhem then struts out through the mass of sparks and smoke. His walk very determined and quick paced as he b-lines it to the ring rolling under the ropes. He stands in the ring turning toward the ramp to wait for the man about to get punched in the face.

Paige: And his opponent

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!

Kid Cannabis Vs Mayhem

The match would start off with the newcomer Mayhem taking the brawling right to Kid Cannabis. Mayhem would rock Kid Cannabis with a string of right hands and when Kid Cannabis would try to counter he would be caught with a Lou Thez press driving more fists into the face of Kid Cannabis; until the ref pulled Mayhem off. Mayhem would argue with the ref long enough to allow Kid Cannabis to recover.

Mayhem would turn around and eat a vicious super kick to the face of Kid Cannabis and would receive a huge pop, as he pretended to light up a blunt in celebration of 4:20…what? Who says your man couldn’t love a little belated somethin? Kid Cannabis would follow up with a few chops to the chest, a suplex followed by a leg drop showing shades of a little hulk Hogan! Kid Cannabis looks down at his opponent; before taunting to the crowd receiving a huge pop; quite obviously Jimmy chambers was right about Kid Can’s training regiment because Kid Cannabis looked damn near unstoppable from this point forward.

Kid Cannabis would hit a corner splash, before hooking the head of Mayhem. Kid Cannabis drives a few knees into Mayhem as he tries to stir; before running to the turnbuckle. Kid Cannabis gains elevation and soars so high in the air…and then drops Mayhem on his face with The Chronic! Kid Cannabis casually rolls his opponent onto his back, hooking the leg…

1…2…3!

Winner: Kid Cannabis

The ref raises Cannabis hand in victory and then he celebrates his victory as we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

Scars by papa roach blast the PA systems; as Jason Royce marches through the curtains onto the top of the stage. The fans treat Jason Royce with a mixed reaction of both cheers and jeers; as Jason Royce wields a microphone in hand. Clearly, Jason Royce has something to get off his chest as he begins to make his way down the ramp…

Harvey: Well this is quite the surprise. Jason Royce has come down to the ring, and he appears to have something to say. There has been quite a change in him as of late.

Chase: Well, the kid realizes how fortunate he is in the APW and he is really trying to step up his game for the better, but I guess you can’t get any worse with a streak like his going on…

Jason Royce rolls under the bottom rope; and then takes center stage lifting the microphone to his mouth.

Jason Royce: I bet you all didn’t expect to see the jobber out here working the microphone, huh!?

Jason Royce shouts to the crowd; most in which boo his actions within the ring. Jason Royce’s face is twisted with emotion, as he once again lifts the microphone to his lips to speak.

Jason Royce: I’m also guessing you didn’t expect the jobber to bash John Green’s face in with a steel chair, did you? I am no jobber! Last week, I had Slade Craven beat, until Level-One had to show up and ruin it all for me. But I understand; I shouldn’t have let his appearance startle me like that, but I have learnt from my mistakes.

Jason Royce takes a long pause; observing the crowd in front of him, before continuing on.

Jason Royce: I have listened to what Level-One had to say to me; and while I don’t agree with everything he’s said; he does have a few points. I haven’t been on the greatest streak. I haven’t been as good as I should have, but that all is going to change starting tonight!

Secondly, I am throwing my name into the APW world heavyweight title chase! I have fought hard, I have sweat, and I have bled for the APW and it’s time my rewards pay off in the right ways. I don’t care about whom I have to beat, or who I must walk through, I deserve a world title shot and I want one!

A large part of the crowd chants ‘’Jason Royce’’ as the other part adds a ‘’sucks’’ chant to the end of it. Jason Royce ignores the crowd and continues on…

Jason Royce: As for John Green…

…A blast of cheers are heard as Level-One walks through the curtains with the APW world championship slung around his shoulder and a microphone in his right hand. Level-One cuts off a surprised Jason Royce…

Level-One: …As for John Green? Listen, Royce. Your attack on John Green was unnecessary, and uncalled for. Your war wasn’t with John Green, nor is it with me by throwing your name into the world title picture. And face it, Jason. You haven’t proven yourself world title material. You haven’t won in how long?

Jason Royce approaches the ring ropes; leaning over them staring at Level-One who stands directly at the ramp. Jason Royce is forced to swallow his emotions; as Level-One continues on.

Level-One: Royce, you took my advice and you used it in the wrong manner. Sure, I encouraged you to make an impact; but that wasn’t meant in the manner of a swinging steel chair wielded by your hands. That isn’t what I’m helping you out for…

Jason Royce smirks.

Jason Royce: I only learn from the best.

Level-One looks up at Jason Royce; a small pop for Jason Royce is heard. Level-One smirks; he couldn’t hide from his past, nor did he try to. He nodded his head, giving the young kid the benefit of the doubt.

Level-One: Alright, so you got me there. I have a habit of swinging the steel chair too, but two wrongs don’t make a right. But fuck, screw sitting here giving you all the lectures in the world. You say you want a challenge? After you’re through with John Green, you’ll have the biggest challenge of your life.

Jason Royce looks at Level-One with weary drawn on his face. He shakes his head confused by what Level-One had to say, testing the world champion further.

Jason Royce: Unless you plan on stepping in the ring with me, I don’t think there is anyone who could possibly live up to that bill.

Level-One: Don’t you worry, Royce. I have found just the guy to not only give you a run for your money, but absolutely run circles around you in that ring. I want you sit back, and I want you to train hard—this, this is proportionate to a world title match. I would take this as serious as ever, do you understand me, Royce?

Royce cocky manner disappears from his face. It’s clear he is focused and is now looking forward to this challenge.

Jason Royce: I am going to defeat John Green tonight, and then I’m going to beat whoever you got to challenge me. I can’t wait for this match.

Jason Royce with a smile on his face tosses the microphone to the side; as Level-One looks up at Jason Royce, matching him with the same smile. Level-One slowly backs up the ramp, as Jason Royce signals for the APW world heavyweight championship.

Harvey: Well, it appears as if Jason Royce has taken Level-One’s recent advice, could this be the reason for his change?

Chase: Defiantly.

Harvey: But what’s this big match Level-One is talking about? Earlier in the broadcast, Level-One proposed that Jason Royce be booked against Justin Job, is he even an active roster member in the APW anymore?

Chase: Shut up, Harvey. Jason Royce might here you. Do you really want Level-One blaming you for running his surprise?

Harvey: Uhm…no way.

Chase: Thought so…

Overdrive goes to commercial

[President Jeff]

John Green is backstage with interviewer Cindy Shannon as the crowd gives a solid pop for the former world heavyweight champion. Cindy Shannon sports a large smile across her face; as she conducts her interview.

Cindy Shannon: Hi, I’m Cindy Shannon and tonight I am here with John Green! John Green up in just a few minutes you will be facing Jason ‘’The Legacy Royce’’ any thoughts on this?

John Green rubs his head. John Green sports a bandage in which he ate the steel chair shot delivered to him by Jason Royce himself. John Green is clearly not impressed with Royce, as he grabs Cindy’s hand lifting the microphone to his lips.

John Green: Jason Royce, is nothing to me. Jason Royce is a joke. As some way to prove some point, he decides to attack me with a steel chair? I am going to make Jason Royce pay dearly for his actions against me. He may think attacking me with a few cheap shots, puts him on par with myself, but it’s clearly just desperation speaking.

Cindy Shannon lowers the microphone, nodding her head up and down, as thinks up another question…still thinking…still thinking… there we go!

Cindy Shannon: So have you been taking Level-One’s advice?

John Green looks down at Cindy Shannon; he isn’t particularly pleased with the question asked by Cindy Shannon, but answers it regardless.

John Green: I’ve been taking his advice in moderation. I mean, on one end he is a competitor. For after I am done proving myself in the eyes of the management; I will receive the title shot I have proven I deserve. On the other hand, Level-One is the APW world champion. Surely, that gives his word a bit more leverage over some Joe Shmoe; I take his words with a grain of salt.

At the end of the day, Level-One has a championship to hold onto. Word has it, that he has much to gain from this all. One has to question, why exactly he wanted to help me out in the first place?

Cindy Shannon ponders a thought or two if she could somehow manage; before shrugging her shoulders.

Cindy Shannon: I thought he was an ass too; but he bought me a cup of coffee today.

John Green looks at Cindy Shannon, before turning his head and slipping in-front of her. She tries to fight for camera time, but John Green is always sure to block her out of the view.

John Green: Level-One can offer me all the help he wants too. Nothing will stop me from taking the APW world championship title from his grasps; and reining atop of the world once again.

John Green smiles; before walking away, leaving Cindy Shannon to fight for camera time alone…until she finally realizes John Green is standing in-front of her anymore. She lets out nervous smile; before waving to the camera, as John Green heads to the ring.


Chase: Its time for the next match between John Green and Jason Royce.

With Royce still in the ring from his pervious promo, "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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, 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.

Paige: And his opponent, from Chicago Illinois, Jason Royce!

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 Jason Royce

The match would start off with both men meeting face to face; after an exchange of words are done and dealt with it is Jason Royce who strikes first. However his overly eager offense faults him when he goes for a clothesline and John Green ducks it, only to nail Jason Royce with a high knee. John Green attempts to wear Jason Royce down with a leg lock, but Royce is able to stammer over to the ropes gripping them with all his might, causing John Green to release the maneuver. John Green would late catch Jason Royce with an impact full spine buster; causing Jason Royce to slip out under the bottom ring in attempts to regroup.

Jason Royce with something to prove manages to catch John Green hanging his neck up on the ropes dazing him momentarily. Jason Royce comes off the ropes with a flying cork screw. Jason would try to get it going, even attempting a high risk 450 but John Green is able to roll out the way just in time. As result of this John Green is able to stammer to his feet; catch Jason Royce down low; and then signal for the head splitter…but then his eyes trail off to Level-One making his way out onto the ramp with a microphone in hand.

Level-One doesn’t say a word; as John Green is turned around and caught with an impact full DDT by Jason Royce. Jason Royce looks to Level-One with a smile spread wide across his face; as he focuses in on John Green with intent to do harm. John Green stammers back to his feet; the crowd are standing on their toes. Royce with a desperation maneuver lifts John Green off his feet onto his shoulders; and then caps it off with one of the biggest GTS maneuver the kid has ever pulled off. John Green falls to the mat; Jason Royce’s eyes are spread open at the sight, he hooks the leg…

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Winner: Jason Royce

Level-One holds a microphone up to his lips; the world championship in it’s most comfortable position resting on the champs shoulder as he focuses on Jason Royce, who celebrates in the middle of the ring.

Harvey: Last week it was Jason Royce who was distracted by Level-One ultimately resulting in a loss, this time Jason Royce benefits and John Green is the one who is caught off guard by the distraction!

Chase: Well, I think its clear Level-One isn’t treating either men with any favorites. He had been motivating them both, and in a shocking twist Jason Royce took on John Green. Do you think either men know about the other, yet?

Harvey: What is this a gay relationship or something?

Level-One addresses Jason Royce; ultimately raining down on his parade.

Level-One: Congratulations, Royce. Impressive showing out there. You’ve learnt from your mistakes; and it paid off in a big way, didn’t it kid?

Jason Royce nods his head; flashing a thumbs up to Level-One. John Green still dazed begins to stammer to his feet; as Level-One watches John Green pull himself up to his feet by the help of the ropes.

Level-One: Furthermore, you two had a great match. The both of you should be proud of yourselves. However, the battle between you two must now come to an end.

Jason Royce looks around confused; as the crowd gives the entire situation a mixed reaction.

Level-One: Jason Royce—John Green, I have been giving you both words of encouragement. I see hope in the both of you. Jason Royce, I know how much you want to scrap your way to the top, and I’m willing to help you get there if you are willing to listen to me and heed my advice.

John Green, I can see you slipping away slowly as you desperately try to hold onto your position as a main-player in the APW; and I’m doing my damned best to keep you atop. I would absolutely love putting this APW world championship on the line against you, but you’re going to have to work to make it happen.

As a result, this match never should’ve happened. Look, there was little bit of miscommunication; and Jason Royce took my advice out of context ultimately smashing YOUR face, John with a steel chair. We are not enemies here, so what I’m now telling you both to do is shake hands and put this little in-counter behind us…

Jason Royce grabs a microphone walking back and forth in the ring, as John Green has propped himself up in the corner.

Jason Royce: …So what you’re saying is that you’re trying to get me on top, and keep John Green there as well?

Level-One nods his head, as Jason Royce shrugs his shoulders.

Jason Royce: I can deal with that, champ.

Jason Royce drops the microphone, and offers a hand standing the middle of the ring. John Green fighting back his want to lay Jason Royce out right then and there swallows his pride. Looking at Level-One John Green takes a few steps forward; accepting Jason Royce’s hand shake…

…GTS!

Harvey: WHAT? Jason Royce just dropped John Green to the mat with a GTS! Oh my god!

Chase: What the hell is Jason Royce thinking here tonight, Level-One has lost it!

Level-One curses on the ramp, as Jason Royce stammers over to the microphone as the crowd boos. Jason Royce picking up the microphone casually lifts it to his mouth…

Jason Royce: Champ, you know better than I do—that there’s only room for only ONE number ONE contender…we simply cannot co-exist.

Jason Royce drops the microphone; staring at Level-One who shakes his head back and forth in disbelief

Harvey: Level-One has just found himself playing both sides. Surely, he’s going to have to choose between Jason Royce and John Green, right?

Chase: I don’t know. But Level-One has a huge mess to clean up.

Jason Royce’s music hits; as we get a shot of John Green squirming around on the mat, as Jason Royce raising his hands standing atop the turn-buckle as we cut to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Assassin is walking throught he back locker room area with the file folder under his arm. No one is around him as he makes his way toward's Jeff's office. The door is shut when Assassin reaches the threshold. He doesn't knock.

Assassin: Hey Jeff! You in there?

There is no response from inside as the man outside waits. So Assassin opens the door and walks right in. Inside, Jeff is on the phone talking business to someone of grave importance when Assassin walks in and tosses the folder on the desk.

Assassin: I got to hand it to you, you got guts. No Disqualification match.

Jeff puts his hand over the receiver.

Jeff: Do you mind?

Assassin: Sure, sure.

He puts his hand on the cutout and ends the call. Jeff looks stunned.

Assassin: Now that I have your attention,

Jeff: Who the hell do you think you are? Just because I agreed that you deserved a match at the next Pay Per View doesn't mean you can do what ever you want. In fact why don't you tell me the reason why you would even think that you are more than a wrestler?

Assassin: How about I tell you this? Next week, me and him in the ring, no match, no contract signing, just a face to face to see what he thinks?

Jeff: What?!

Assassin: Thats it, we run this by him and you will find out what kind of match this place will be in store for.

Jeff: What?!

He doesn't look impressed, in fact he looks pissed. The owner of APW still has the receiver in his hand to his head. He is irrate.

Assassin: Next week, we will learn if he accepts this match and you will find out what a real match is. Cause I know whats coming.

No words are said in the response just stammers.

Assassin: And if you don't think my proposition is 'bank-able' after next week, well you can call off the match. But I give you my word that it isn't going to happen.

He gets up and walks away as Jeff finally finds his voice.

Jeff: What the hell!? You cut me off for that?

Assassin: nah, I just made it look that way, he's on hold.

He walks out the door as Jeff looks down and sees the flashing red light on the hold button. But Assassin's hands looked like they hit something else. He doesn't know what to say as he opens the folder and looks inside. All that remains now is the challenger to have a peek.

Chase: Who was Jeff talking to.

Harvey: What match are they talking about?

Chase: We’ll have to wait and see. But now its Main event Time folks

Harvey: An interesting match this will be.

Chase: Indeed. President Jeff announced earlier that if Level One uses any of his finishing moves, including the Level Advance, The Darkness Shrine or the Sling shot from Hell. Level One will be Disqualified and lose the match.

Harvey: I don’t think the Odds has ever been stacked more against Level One than tonight.
Chase: Looks like Streets made a smart decision siding with President Jeff.

Harvey: They didn’t need to send Max Carter to a hospital though.

Chase: Max could have avoided it.

Harvey: Maybe, but he is under contract as a General Manager.

Chase: Either way, We’re about to see if Streets can put an end of Level One’s undefeated Streak.


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

Chase: Streets is coming out here without President Jeff

Harvey: I think that’s a good thing for Level One

Streets slowly makes his way down to the ring, ignoring the boo’s from the crowd. Streets gets into the ring and waits for his opponent.

Paige: And his opponent

Put You On Game- By Lupe Fiasco blasts the PA system, as Level-One steps up on-top of the ramp. Red smoke swirls beneath him, and a string of red and blue pyro shoots up into the air he raises his title high in the air.

Paige: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 262 pounds, he is the current APW World Heavyweight Champion...Level-One!!!

Level-One puts his title on his shoulder and slowly begins to walk down the ramp, being booed loudly by the crowd. Level-One stops before eyeing down a fan, mocking the fan in the process. Level-One turns, and climbs up onto the apron. He climbs up turn-buckle, hoisting his title high in the air. Level-One hops down, and awaits for the fight in-front of him.

Chase: Odds are stacked against Level One here

Harvey: Should be an interesting match.

Level One Vs Streets Wilson


The fans raises to their feet and begin clapping as Level One and Streets lock up in the middle of the ring. Level One pushes forward and Streets comes back pushing forward himself before they break the lock up.

Chase: Its going to be interesting to see if Level One can win without relying on his finisher.

The two lock up again, and Level One grabs Streets left arm and twist it and then comes down across the back of the arm with an elbow and then wrenches on the arm. Streets yells in pain then takes his free hand and rakes the eyes of Level One. Level One holds on to the arm then is met with a right hand from Streets. Level One falls back towards the corner and Streets goes over and gives him a combination of rights and lefts, then finishes off with a knife edge chop.

Harvey: The Fury in the Streets!

Streets grabs Level One and snap mares him out of the corner and then walks in front of Level One and kicks him in the chest. Streets lifts Level One up by his arm and then puts it in a hammerlock before Body slamming the champ to the mat and then hooks the leg for a cover.
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Chase: Level One may have had the match won there if he was allowed to use his finisher.

Harvey: Level One can’t be happy at this point.

Streets goes and lays his shin in the throat of Level One, choking him and argues with the ref about the count. Level One is kicking his legs and the ref doesn’t notice the choke until after a few seconds. The ref gets Streets off and Streets picks Level One up and puts him in the corner and chops him. Streets spears Level One in the corner and throws him into the opposite corner. Streets runs at Level One, but at the last second, Level One moves out of the way and Streets hit’s the corner chest first and Level One rolls Streets up in a school boy.
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Chase: A second life here for Level One

Level One picks Streets up and drops him with a Randy Orton Back Breaker and then starts climbing to the top rope.

Harvey: Level One is about to go air born.

Level One gets to the top rope and Streets pushes the Referee with his legs into the ropes, causing Level One to fall on his crotch. Streets gets up and climbs the ropes and hooks Level One up for a superplex, but Level One gets a few punches in on Streets and pushes Streets off the top rope. Level One steps over the rope and stands on the middle turn buckle. Streets gets up and stumbles towards Level One who sets him up with the Sling Shot from Hell. The ref yells at Level One not to do it, which distracts Level One long enough for Streets to pull Level One out of the corner into a Death Valley Driver into a cover
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Shoulder Up!

Harvey: Streets Almost had the World champion beat right there.

Streets gets up and waits for Level One to get to his feet. As soon as does, he goes for the Vicious DDT but Level One is quick to push out of it. Streets charges at Level One who kicks Streets and hooks his arms for the Level Advance. Again, the ref reminds Level One about the DQ and Streets drops to a knee behind Level One and low blows him. With Level One bent over. Streets drops Level One on his head with the Dangerous DDT in the middle of the ring. Level One out as Streets lays his back across the chest of Level One and hooking the near leg and with his other hand counts along with the ref
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Winner: Level One

Streets gets free and quickly goes after Level One, but Level One slips out of the ring in time. Streets bangs his fist down on the mat in anger.

Chase: Level One just stole this victory out from under Streets.

Harvey: It looked like Streets had this match won but some how, Level One managed to come out on top.

Level One goes up the ramp and celebrates with his title as he looks at an angry Streets in the ring.

Chase: That’s all for this week.

Harvey: For Johnny Chase, I’m Darren Harvey See you next week folks!

Level One continues to celebrate as Overdrive goes off the air.