Overdrive - Newark, New Jersey (05/06/09)

[President Jeff]

The lights dim down; as a familiar laugh his heard stirring through the arena. And then the beat kicks in. The all too familiar music belongs to Level-One, who slowly makes his way from out behind the curtain with the APW world championship strapped around his shoulder. Receiving a mixed reaction from the crowd he pays them little attention as he begins to march his way down to the ring like a drill sergeant. It is quite clear that he isn’t happy, and that he has a few words to get off his chest, especially as he waltzes over to the ring announcer, tugging the microphone from his grips.

Harvey: It’s been a crazy few weeks for Level-One. I don’t think he expected all the drama in dealing with John Green or Jason Royce.

Chase: Well both men have been relatively low key in the shows dealings. It was very rare to ever see Jason Royce wielding a microphone, or John Green backstage before a match. We are getting a better understanding of these two, and they look like somewhat decent in the very least.

Level-One slips under the bottom rope, rolling over onto a single knee. From there he stands up, and begins to pace slowly around the ring, in which he is most comfortable. For the core APW fans this is what they expected from Level-One, but they never knew what he was going to say. Always a loose cannon; the networks CEOS sweat aftertime he lifts the microphone to his lips, but it’s all protected by the constitution, and Hurricane Jeff loves America. So, they took it with a grain of salt and a twisted face and hope it would all turn out for the best.

Level-One: I’m not going to beat around the bush. I am not going to treat you with some politician scoot around the bush; truth pit maneuvers. See, because as of late I had been gracious enough trying to help out Jason Royce and John Green on making a name for themselves here in the APW instead of sitting around doing nothing, pieces of shit like Link who just stumble around the locker room, their heads slouched below their shoulders, wearing a sour face to anyone who would dare to look at them. Hell, I tried to turn a star out of Jason Royce, who I believed was more than just your typical jobber. I tried to show John Green there’s a whole ten levels separating him from myself, clearly my balls blocking his eyesight from the stars he loves to envision. Yet, how do they show me respect?

The fans give a solid pop; they love the emotion coming from Level-One, who appears to be riled up, firing shots from all angles with little to no empathy for whom his targets are.

Level-One: …by fighting each-other. By rolling in the mud arguing, bitching, pissing and moaning believing that only one of them can have success in the APW. Chair shots, knees to the face, attacks from behind, Jason Royce just what the HELL do you think you’re doing? John Green, undermining my talent, making constant challenges to MY world titles through the grapevines, just who the HELL do you think you are? You two have made me look foolish.

Last week, I had Pence BEAT fair and square. I didn’t need Jason Royce to help me. I didn’t’ want his help. You think I couldn’t lift a shoulder off the mat? I have fell from the highest heights you can imagine, and still got up to not only live, but walk down another ramp and compete with-out a single hump in my step. Yet, Jason Royce assumes I can’t handle so two bit, overpaid, over hyped, under talented never has been? Jason Royce, you slapped me in the face TWICE that night, and I only planned on forgiving you once…

Level-One pauses; the crowd stirring with emotion. Its clear Level-One is boiling with frustration and wields the microphone with the intent of solving his problems. As seen in the ring, he was always a quick thinker, always moving on his feet trying to stay one step ahead of his opponent. Yet, with his two protégés he could see them slowly slipping away. A desperate measure.

Level-One: However, I’m not giving up on either of you just yet. See, while you may need to both screw your heads on right, you have found a few screws along the way. Both of you have rise to the occasion and has shown me that there is something deeper than your two rough personas. While you two are at each-others throats, it shows that you are at least committed. Coming into this entire thing, I questioned if either of you even cared…

But now, I see that deep down you both want to be something. You have shown me that you are unwilling to put your differences aside, leaving me no choice but to lay down the gauntlet. If you truly believe that there can only be one of you, then that’s the way it’s going to be. You wished for this. Now deal with it.

The crowd stirs with confusion. Level-One smiles, as he focuses his attention at the crowd who stand on their feet for the rest of the announcement. They can feel something big coming on, they knew Level-One meant business.

Level-One: John Green and Jason Royce, you two feels the need to maim each-other? Kill each-other? The truth is, I rather loose one of you then both of you and in turn I am laying the cards on the table. John Green and Jason Royce, in a glass of pane match. I sat down, and I thought of the idea. It’s a sick creation. One of you fall, and you’ll be cut up, your body scattered ringside…

Harvey: A glass of pane match? Is this even legal?

Chase: I never seen this idea implemented. I think Level-One better copyright this. Big money is in store for the APW in this one.

Level-One: The both of you have until the end of the night to decided on weather or not you two really want to settle your differences once and for all. I really didn’t want things to go this way…

Level-One drops the microphone, as the crowd cheers at the viciousness of the announcement. Level-One rolls under the bottom rope, with the world title in hand as he quickly stomps up the ramp, never taking the time to look back.

Harvey: John Green and Jason Royce are going to face a tough dilemma tonight.

Chase: Well, maybe it seems easier than we think.


Commercial

[President Jeff]

Harvey: Its time for our opening match up.

Kid Cannabis Vs Assassin

Assassin and Kid Cannabis lock up at the start of the match with Assassin snapping in a tight headlock on Kid Cannabis ultimately taking him down onto the mat. Kid Cannabis would kip up to his feet causing Assassin to roll over with a failed attempt as a submission maneuver. Kid Cannabis would catch Assassin with a few right hands sending him back into the turn-buckle, from there Kid Cannabis would heat up the chest of Assassin with some vicious chest chops which sets off the entire arena with ‘’woos’’ Kid Cannabis backs up, and lands a perfectly placed drop kick to the skull of Assassin, causing Assassin to fall to his ass, resting up against the back of the turnbuckle.

Harvey: Assassin is in a bit of trouble here!

Kid Cannabis climbs up onto the turn-buckle using the leverage to attempt a drop kick on Assassin, but Assassin quickly rolls under the ring VIA bottom rope. Kid Cannabis not seeing his, sling shots himself for a drop kick…but his groin connects with the ring post. Kid Cannabis face tells a story, something in his head telling him that he may never have a kid in his life; no child support being the only upside? Clearly, this is a turning point in the match, as Assassin grabs Kid Cannabis leg, and smashes it against the ring post.

Chase: Ouch! Kid Cannabis is in some serious trouble. I think he may have been injured on the attempted dropkick!

Assassin slides under the bottom rope waiting for Kid Cannabis to get to his feet. Kid Cannabis is up, and stumbling and in turn is caught with a huge belly to belly Suplex by Assassin. Assassin would hit a string of Suplex's, and works over the leg of Kid Cannabis with a single legged Boston crab. Kid Cannabis would show some life, even lighting up the blunt prepping for a kick that would surely put Assassin to sleep, but his leg gives way. Assassin would immediately take advantage, ceasing his opportunity Assassin hooks both arms, catching Kid Cannabis with the chaos theory!

Harvey: It’s over!

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Winner: Assassin

Assassin Celebrates as we Shoot too backstage. John Green stands on by with Cindy Shannon microphone on by. John Green’s forehead is taped up from Jason Royce’s recent assault. Clearly however looking at the face of John Green stress has been lifted off his shoulders. With no match tonight, and finally getting the best of Jason Royce the week before, there is an extra bounce in his step.

Cindy Shannon: How do you feel about the challenge that Level-One has just laid out onto the table?

John Green looks at Cindy, and then stares into the camera, a smile spreading across his face.

John Green: You know, after all the time Level-One spent ‘’helping’’ me, you would think he would get to know me a little bit better. I have made my intentions quite transparent, Cindy. I do not fear Jason Royce, nor will I shy away from putting the jobber in his place. As for Level-One, if he thinks I am turning a deaf ear to him ignoring his advice, he is dead wrong. I have been listening. I have been listening very closely, and as of late; I’m not impressed with what I am hearing.

Cindy Shannon looks on with confusion, as John Green continues on.

John Green: I am already convinced that if there is anyone on this roster that deserves a world title shot it is me. So the question is then, what does Level-One have to offer me anymore? If anything, it seems that he has inadvertently been holding me back. While I should be proving myself to him, it as if I must prove myself to Jason Royce, whom isn’t even worth my time.

Cindy Shannon tests John Green with a second question.

Cindy Shannon: Well then wouldn’t the wise decision be to accept Level-One’s challenge? I mean you could potential remove that thorn from your side…

John Green thinks about it. Before he can respond however; Pence Weatherlight appears in the frame. He taps John Green on his shoulder; causing John Green to already become hostile as he turns to Pence Weatherlight. Pence wears a neutral face. Sure, he wasn’t happy about the prior week’s events, but he looked at this week as a new building block, and so he built.

Pence Weatherlight: Sorry to interrupt you and your interview here. However, me and you Green, we have important things to discuss.

John Green raises a finger. Clearly, he feels disrespected by Pence’s quick, unannounced and unscheduled appearance. A spark is lit in his eyes, as he attempts to muscle himself ahead of the situation.

John Green: Pence, I don’t know why you’re here, or what you want. But you can hit the line and take a number, I am dealing with an interview right now.

Pence Weatherlight reaches over grabbing John Green’s hands, lowering it to his side. John Green’s breathing picks up, clearly he’s aggravated by the bold move of Pence, but doesn’t dare to throw a punch, as Pence continues on.

Pence Weatherlight: Your head is so far up Level-One, the answer you we’re going to give Cindy over there…well, I just knew it was going to be so far off based, and I’m here to correct you.

John Green lowers his head; forming a cocky smile. In away, he was impressed by Pence’s boldness, but wasn’t yet pleased that it had infringed on the lines of disrespect.

Pence Weatherlight: Cindy, you brought up that you believed John Green should accept Level-One’s challenge to fight Jason Royce in a glass pane match. You also stated that it would be a great opportunity to take Jason Royce out, correct?

Cindy Shannon looks on confused, nodding her head slowly. Pence slaps John Green on his chest, before pointing to his temple.

Pence Weatherlight: Now think about it. Remember what Level-One is really all about. Remember that he is the one who used Michael Saint, FORCE, and anybody he could get his hands on to further pull him in the direction of a successful title campaign in the EWC. See, while you may have abandoned that promotion—history, can never be denied.

John Green stares at Pence Weatherlight who slowly backs away. John Green stares at Pence Weatherlight, watching him as he walks away. John Green turns to Cindy Shannon, in which her eyes dart away nervously. John Green rubs at his chin really taking Pence Weather lights words to heart, as the scene comes to a fade and we to commercial

[President Jeff]

The titantron flickers on and you see The Hardcore Kid sitting in a chair from the APW Headquarters. The fans boo him for his actions last week. With a cocky smile on his face and the Xtreme title over his shoulder, The Kid begins to speak.

The Hardcore Kid: Last week, I did something that shocked the wrestling world. I’ve gotten so much hate mail because of my actions, which is why I am not at the arena the tonight for my safety. Incase you missed it last week, take a look at what happened.


FLASH BACK TO LAST WEEK


A Celebration is taking place for Twister on his retirement

Twister: Ladies and Gentlemen, please. As a fellow athlete I can respect how hard it is to finally make the decision to hang the boots up for good. Especially when you work as hard as this man here does to please the fans night in and night out.

The Hardcore Kid walks out onto the stage mic in hand.

THK: No... The hell it is. Not like this.

The Hardcore Kid heads down the ramp and slides quickly into the ring. He immediately intrudes the personal space of Twister as Jeff and Streets take a half a step back.

THK: Really Twister? Look around man... Your pissing it away. Look at yourself... Damnit man...

The Kid turns around and shakes his head.

THK: Maybe you really are just washed up.

The fans erupt into full blown boos at this point as The Hardcore Kid bites at his lip before turning around.

THK:I guess your right to hang em up... You really don’t have what it takes to turn it on one... more... time.

Twister finally breaks his robotish form and snatches the microphone quickly from Jeff as the fans pop.

Twister: Damn Kid... You don’t get it. I paid my dues. I put the asses in these seats for years. The hell are you to question ANYTHING I do.

THK: I’m the Xtreme champion... I am the fastest rising star in APW. I am...

Twister stops him in mid sentence as he bumps his way past The Hardcore Kid towards the ropes.

THK: The hell you do.

The Hardcore Kid reaches out and grabs Twister by the shoulder and spins him around getting right in his face.

THK: You really that washed up Twist... Cant even handle the truth anymore.

Twister: Damnit Kid, I told you... I’m done.

THK: Well... If that’s a fact... let me just.

The Hardcore Kid takes a step back and extends a hand towards Twister. Twister looks down at the champs hand and reaches out to match it but instead has it swiped out of the way and The Kid grabs Twister under the arm and around the neck and slams him quickly to the mat sending Twister straight to hell. The fans all roar in protest as The kid looks down at Twister who rolls over and quickly gets up to a knee. Jeff and Streets jump in between Twister and The Hardcore Kid with Jeff looking at him as if to say WTF. Twister rolls out of the ring his now exposed eyes glaring at The Hardcore Kid the entire time as he walks around the ring and backs his way up the ramp.


BACK INTO STUDIO



THK: Why did I do this to Twister. Because I want Twister in the ring. This is the only way I could get his attention. And I got his attention. All year, I been getting better and better. I been getting more and more air time, more and more respect, but now, I want to take it to a high step. I beat one legend already, Dr. Matt, and now I want to Beat Twister. I tried to be the nice guy Twister, but all you care about is hanging up the boots. I talked to you about having a match with you and you blew me off, telling me that you made your decision and your retiring. Screw that Twister.

I want you in the ring and I CHALLENGE YOU AT MAYHEM! The fans want it and I want it. One last match from Twister. Your proud of how you went off at Rasslemania. In a match that is forgotten compared to matches like Mine for example. Twister, I’m going to be at Overdrive next week, and I expect an answer from you. Twister, I sent you straight to hell last week, and I’m not scared of doing it again. You want to be the guy who will be known as the guy who got his ass kicked by the Hardcore Kid. I think not Twister. Next week Twister, you know where to find me, I’ll be waiting for you.

The Kid looks into the camera and it fades to black

[President Jeff]

Harvey: Time for our second match. Streets Wilson taking on a new coming from EWC, Mr. Strange.

Streets Vs Mr. Strange

Streets comes out to the ring first and then Strange does. As Strange Poses for the fans, Streets attacks him from behind knocking him down. The bell rings and Streets Violently stomps on Strange. Streets picks him up and puts him into the corner and lays in with kicks and punches. Streets then chokes Strange with his foot. Streets tosses Strange out of the corner with a hip toss and then takes him back down with a running clothesline. Streets gets on top and starts punching Strange and the ref pulls him off.

Chase: Streets is really taking it to Mr. Strange here

Harvey: Not a way Mr. Strange planned on Debuting here in APW.

Strange rakes the eyes of Streets and then DDT’s him for a 2 count. Strange picks Streets up and body slams him then drops an elbow across Streets’s chest for another 2 count. Strange puts Streets into the corner and goes for an attack, but Streets kicks Strange a few times, getting out of the corner and throws Strange into the ropes and grabs him and gives Strange a belly to belly suplex. Streets grabs Strange and snap suplexes him for a 2 count.

Harvey: Streets is in his zone now.

Chase: Strange is in trouble.

Streets picks Strange up again, throws him into the ropes, but Strange, reverses it and hit’s a spine buster on Streets and gets a 2 count. Strange throws Streets back into the ropes and hit’s a power slam and gets a 2 count again. Strange yells out “That’s it” and picks Streets up and hooks him for the Strange Ending. Streets fights out of it and pushes Strange off and hits him with a super kick to the face. Strange falls back into the ropes. Streets runs and Strange drop toe holds Streets onto the middle ropes. Strange gets up and hits 619 on Streets who falls to the middle of the ring. Strange gets on the ring apron and hit’s the Ace of Spades into a cover.
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Winner: Mr. Strange

Mr. Strange celebrates his victory.

Chase: A debut win here for Mr. Strange

Harvey: That was a sweet finisher.

Strange continues to celebrate as Jason Royce is seen walking back stage; stretching his arms in preparation for his match later on in the night. Jason Royce’s eyes shine with focus; an intensity that hasn’t quite be witnessed within him before as he mentally prepares for his match with a simple walk down the hall getting the grasp for the environment hearing their chants through the brick walls, shaking the foundations that held the arena up. Jason Royce was seeing main-event action, tonight was his night. Jason Royce continues down the hall when he stops half way, taking a few steps back, he looks up at the door.

‘’Pence Weatherlight’’ the door name tag reads.

Jason Royce can’t help himself, as he tugs on the door opening it up. Pence Weatherlight immediately storms to his feet getting up off a work-out bench. Pence Weatherlight stands on guard while Jason Royce stares across at him.

Jason Royce: Hey, I just wanted to see how my opponent was doing. Seeing as how tonight, I am going to kick your ass in the main-event!

Pence Weatherlight lowers his guard shaking his head in disappointment. Pence, was looking for a bit of action, a scrap to keep him into the swing of things. Nonetheless, he was guaranteed a fight later in the night, perhaps he could use this situation to his advantage.

Pence Weatherlight: Royce, you better hope you kick my ass in the main-event. You are going to look awfully stupid otherwise. You had no business on interfering with my match with Level-One in the manner you did. You cost me a clean win over the APW world champion.

Jason Royce smiles and shrugs his shoulders. Clearly, he had little respect for Pence Weatherlight, after all he knew very little about the newcomer.

Jason Royce: It’s a dog eat dog world out there. I need to ensure that I am in the world title chase, you beating Level-One does very little for me in those pretenses! You’re better off dealing with it! Crying to Jeff making him match me up with you, isn’t going to do you any favors. It’s going to get you hurt.

Pence laughs to himself, as he hops over the bench, approaching Jason Royce.

Pence Weatherlight: Well, me beating Level-One? Just maybe the APW fans would’ve saw it has me getting lucky. Hell, you need a ton of talent and good luck to pull one over the eyes of Level-One, I’ll give him that. But when it comes to you Royce? When I beat you in that ring tonight I would prove to you that you aren’t main-event material yourself, and that any success you’ve had as of late has solely been out of luck, a champions rub that did you half decent.

Jason Royce raises his finger in the face of Pence Weatherlight, clearly losing his cool. Royce has been making a name for himself as quite the hot head. Pence however remains reserved, he knows he has to take a different approach to Jason Royce.

Jason Royce: I could’ve done what I have done with, or with-out Level-One! Who are you to undermine my achievements, I am in the main-event!

Pence Weatherlight: And so am I. What exactly is your point?

Jason Royce clenches his teeth, as he lowers his hand.

Pence Weatherlight: Sure, you’ve had success as of late, but to what extent? Rolling over and allowing Level-One to push you around? Quite frankly, I believe Level-One is using you for his own gains.

Jason Royce: What are you talking about?

Pence sighs, wrapping his arm around a reluctant Jason Royce, whom appears to be confused by the entire gesture. It’s clear that Pence had made some headway with Royce, and was ready to plant his last seeds hoping that if the situation all fell into place, they would grow and fester into a power play move, what that was had remained a mystery.

Pence Weatherlight: Level-One’s challenge in which you go head to head with John Green? It’s quite clear that two men willing to do anything to get a shot at the APW championship will result in the both of you getting killed. And where does that leave Level-One? With-out a world title to defend…

Jason Royce: Bullcrap!

Pence removes his hand from Royce’s neck, shaking his head in disappointment.

Pence Weatherlight: Perhaps Level-One has you wrapped you around his finger tighter than I had anticipated. I have watched you put your ass on the line for Level-One once before, let’s see if he’s willing to do the same to you, after I am through and done with you. Good luck my friend.

Pence Weatherlight brushes past Jason Royce, who is left standing by himself. Jason Royce tries to ignore Pence’s words, clearly they were all just mind games…but perhaps they were worth something a bit more. Jason Royce shakes his head trying to break free of all thoughts, after all he has a main-event to win.

[President Jeff]

We come back from commercial break as The lights go out and the intro to Craven Remix of "The Way You Like It" begins to play. The fans immediately begin to go nuts as "The Main Man" walks out from backstage. He does not have his usual swagger and his charisma. He has a more somber look on his face as he wears jeans, a black T shirt and a new jacket with black and green lightnening airbrushed all over it. The green glows in the dark. Craven makes his way down to the ring and climbs inside. Gripped into his fist is a microphone as Slade looks around the screaming crowd. They are cheering for him. He does not know what to say. Finally he raises the microphone to his lips.

Slade: Newark New Jersey, How Ya'll Doin Tonight?!

Again they cheer at the top of their lungs.

Slade: That's good, because well, as many of you may know, "The Main Man" is not. He has a problem, and he owes each and everyone of you an apology. These past few weeks, well months, have been hell on him. And he has done things he shouldn't have. He needs to get his head on straight and he needs-

There is an interruption as "Down Again" by Chimaira begins to play. The fans begin to cheer again as Assassin, Slade's long time friend and fellow Ass Kicker walks out. He is dressed in business slacks and an A.K.A. T shirt. What’s more is Assassin has something in each hand. One has a microphone the other has that folder from two weeks ago. He walks with a purpose.

Harvey: This is it! We finally get to find out what this is all about!

Chase: We all know what it is. We know what Assassin has been wanting. Now he gets his answer.

Assassin gets in the ring as his music fades. He walks straight up to Slade and begins to talk.

Assassin: Whoa, Slade, there is something more important than that right now. You know what you need? You need to look at this proposal. This opportunity here. Because it's been modified. You need to look at this.

Craven takes the folder and opens it. His eyes trail along the pages.

Assassin: This is big Slade. Something you damn near threw away, just like a career. You really want to pass this up?

Craven is silent as he reads.

Assassin: I'll spell out the fine print. Jeff think's you're a liability now. He thinks if you stay down this path he is going to say you are in breech of contract and will be released. No probation, you'll be gone. And this,

He points to the folder.

Assassin: This will never happen.

Craven nods.

Slade: And the proposes?

Assassin: If you stay sober, I mean it too, not a single drink between now and the pay per view we can have this chance. We've been tag team partners for a long time Slade, we cannot pass up this opportunity especially with Shadow off doing his own thing for now. You and me, the Ass Kickers Anonymous. You can't say no to this Slade. And if you stay on the wagon it can happen.

Craven thinks for a moment.

Slade: We have been tag team partners for a long time, and while we have been we haven't had a match together for awhile.

Harvey: Tag match?

Chase; That’s what I heard.

Slade: You've been a good friend, and I do owe you this. So I'm with you on it.

He extends his hand and Assassin smiles. The fans cheer as the two shake hands. Slade's music cues up again as the fans are on their feet as Harvey and Chase don't know what to say.

Harvey: I don't believe it.

Chase: Slade and Assassin are going to be tagging with each other, after all this time?!

Slade gets out of the ring first and heads up the ramp and towards the back as Assassin looks over the folder with a smile. The camera pulls back and fades to black.

[President Jeff]

Chase: Its time for the Debut of Jesse Nunez who takes on Shadow in a Non Title match.

Shadow Vs Jesse Nunez

As The bell ring the two stare each other down passing some hated words to each other before they both run to the middle of the ring and meet in a lock up. Shadow show's his true power and starts to back Jesse to the ropes a bit before Jesse show's some technicality skills and reverses the lock up and slides behind Shadow and delivers a nice looking Backbreaker. Shadow holds his back in pain and before he has time to even get on one knee, Jesse delivers 5 quick snap jabs to the back of Shadow's head. Shadow hits the floor and Jesse isn't wasting time as he goes for the pin. He gets a 2-count and he helps Shadow to his feet only to knock him back down with a clothesline. Jesse starts laying kicks onto Shadow before he stops and waits for Shadow to get to his feet. Shadow gets to a knee and Jesse runs and bounces off the ropes ready to hit a Shoulder Block but get rocked with a huge spear followed by some powerful punches. Shadow finally getting some control in the match stalks Nuñez as he's down. Jesse gets up and gets hit with a powerful Big Boot.


Shadow is rocking Jesse's world with powerful punches showing the brawler in him. Jesse falls to the mat and crawls to the ropes and Shadow follows. As Shadow reaches Jesse he is kicked in the mid section by Jesse. Jesse kicks Shadow two more times before getting to his feet and gets Shadow in a DDT position and carries him to the middle of the ring and hits him with a DDT. A smirk creeps upon Jesse's face as he looks out into the fans who are cheering him on. Jesse goes over to Shadow's head and waves his hand in front of his face. While Jesse says and the crows yells with him "You Can't See Me". Jesse runs towards the ropes to his left. Jesse bounces off the ropes then goes towards Shadow and gets a foot away. Jesse then dirts off his shoulder then with a close fist, Jesse falls towards Shadow with his fist hitting Shadow's face. Jesse is is feeling the energy of the crowd. Jesse then stalks Shadow, who is on his way to his feet, and lifts him up onto his shoulders ready to hit The Resurrection. Shadow then lays some hard, jaw breaking elbows right into Jesse's jaw. Jesse drops Shadow and bends down and rubs his jaw. Jesse gets back up and is CHOKESLAMMED BY THE ANGRY FEROCIOUS GIANT, SHADOW!


Shadow is ready to end it. Shadow walks to the turnbuckle and climbs to the tope rope. His back is facing a downed Jesse Nuñez. Shadow jumps off and flips backwards going for a beautiful Shadowsault. Well it would of been beautiful had Jesse not moved out of the way at the last minute. Jesse rolls to the ropes and gets himself up with them and looks at a downed Shadow holding his stomach. Jesse runs to Shadow and goes toward his legs, Jesse grabs his leg and puts it in between his leg's while falling on top of Shadow. With his arms he reaches over and puts his arms under his chin and locks in THE FUCKING PHX!

Jesse pulls backs and Shadow screams in pain. Jesse pulls back even more and Shadow reaches his hands out for the rope. Jesse pulls even harder and Shadow screams but he is not giving up. His hand is inches from the rope. He finally grabs it and Jesse unlocks it and quickly gets to his feet so does Shadow. Jesse tries to go for a clothesline but Shadow gives Jesse a big boot and brings him back to his feet and hits The Eclipse. Shadow gets the 3-count. Shadow's epic undefeated record is still here.

Winner: Shadow

Shadow Celebrates and he and Jesse shake hands.


We cut backstage and you see Streets Wilson attacking Kid Cannabis with Jeff holding on to Max Carter

Chase: What’s going on.

Streets is kicking Cannabis on the ground then pick him up and throws into a glass window, shattering it on impact. Cannabis lays motionless bloodied up from the glass.

Harvey: It looks like their taking out Max’s Body Guard!

Jeff: Lets go.

Streets and Jeff grab Max and drags him towards the ring arena as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes back from commercial and Jeff and Streets are dragging Max to the ring. Streets gets into the ring first and Jeff rolls Max in. Streets grabs Max to keep him from running away. Streets hooks Max arms from behind as Jeff gets a microphone and gets into the ring.

Chase: What does Jeff and Streets plan on doing to Max.

Harvey: Max is defenseless, he has no body guard.

Jeff gets right into Max’s face.

Jeff: This is it Max. You got no one to help you now. I tried to be nice. I gave you countless chances. But you just wouldn’t corporate. You didn’t want to do things the easy way Max. Now we do things MY WAY!

The fans boo as Max looks at the ground. And then, Jeff slaps him across the face.

Jeff: YOU LOOK AT ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU!

The fans boo even louder.

Jeff: I’m giving you one last chance Max. Step down as General Manager and give me back 100% Control of Overdrive.

Jeff shoves the mic into Max’s face. The fans yell “Don’t do it” as Max looks at Jeff in fear.

Harvey: What are they trying to prove.

Chase: Just do it Max, this isn’t worth it!

Jeff: Come on Max!

Max continues to ponder his decision and then




Max: NO!

The fans cheer

Jeff: You leave me no choice!

Jeff drops the Microphone and Streets shoves Max into Jeff who picks him up for the HurraDriver.

Chase: DON’T DO IT!

Harvey: HE’S GONNA BREAK HIS NECK!

Chase: SOME ONE STOP THIS











Chase: ITS JESSE NUNEZ!

The fans cheer as Jesse emerges onto the stage and runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. Jeff drops Max down to the mat as Jesse takes Streets down with a clothesline. Jeff then takes a Swing at Nunez who ducks it, comes off the ropes and takes Jeff down with a flying shoulder tackle.

Harvey: Jesse couldn’t have come at a better time

Jesse goes over to his Jeff’s head and waves his hand in front of his face. While Jesse says and the crows yells with him "You Can't See Me". Jesse runs towards the ropes to his left. Jesse bounces off the ropes then goes towards Jeff and gets a foot away. Jesse then dirts off his shoulder then before Jesse can drop a fist on Jeff, Jeff rolls out of the ring and the fans boo.

Chase: Jeff sneaks away again.

Streets is up and Jesse picks him up for the Ressurection. The fans cheer as Jesse looks at the crowd, but the crowd quickly boo as Jeff sneaks into the ring, pulls Streets off Jesse’s shoulders and put of the ring.

Harvey: Jesse Nunez just ruined Jeff and Streets party.

Jesse walks around the ring and checks on Max as Jeff and Streets look on. Jesse then picks up the Mic.

Jesse: You know what, I think I speak for all the fans here tonight and all around the world. We are sick and Tired of you treating Max like Crap. We are sick and tired of you guys pushing all your weight around. And I for one, am not going to stand and watch it anymore. You may have taken out Kid Cannabis, but your looking at Max’s new body Guard!

The fans cheer in excitement.

Jesse: And I hear there’s a Pay Per View coming up on May 31st, called Mayhem. Here’s a thourgh, I want to be part of that event. And I’m making a challenge right here, right now. A Tag Team Match, Streets Wilson and President Jeff Verses Me and………MAX CARTER!

The arena erupts with cheers

Chase: What!

Harvey: You can’t be serious Jesse, Max isn’t a trained wrestler!

Jesse: What do you say.

You see Streets and Jeff talking about it, noding their heads and Jeff points to Jesse and yells out “YOUR ON!”

Jesse smiles as his music kicks in and he helps Max up.

Chase: A big match just made for Mayhem, Jesse Nunez and Max Carter taking on Streets Wilson and President Jeff.

Harvey: I think Jesse may have bit off more than he can chew with this one.

Overdrive goes to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Chase: Its main event time folks. Lets go to the ring with Nicky Paige

Paige: The following contest is your main event and is scheduled for one fall

The lights start flicker red, white, and blue, the fans erupt in to chants and then the lights die out and then static appears on the screen in front of the entrance ramp. Miniature explosions explode all over the screen and then the lights start flashing red, white, and blue again as "Come to Life" by Alterbridge starts playing. The announcer shouts out as loud as she can over the fans

Paige: Coming to the ring, from Hershey, Pennsylvania and weighing in at 250 lbs! PENCE WEATHERLIGHT!.

The fans start chanting as Pence emerges on the ramp and a spot light descends down on him as he walks down to the ring. He gets in to the ring and takes off his black and gold vest and throws it to the crowd, he then stands up on the ring post, and raises his hands above his head and gives the fans a big smile. They chant "Weatherlight!" as he stands in the ring and waits for his opponent or opponents to show themselves.

Paige: And his opponent

Scars by Papa Roach hit’s the PA and Jason Royce comes out walking straight to the ring, pointing at Pence and trash talking him

Paige: From Chicago Illinois, The Legacy, Jason Royce!

Jason walks up the ring steps and into the ring. The ref stops Jason from going right after Pence and sends him to his corner. Jason’s music cuts out and the ref signals for the bell!

Jason Royce Vs Pence Weatherlight

They lock up and Pence gets a side headlock on Jason. Pence takes Royce down with a headlock take down, but Royce quickly puts Pence into a head scissor. Pence gets out of it and both men are back on their feet. They lock up again. Royce gets the side headlock on this time and takes Pence down with the headlock take down. Pence tries for the head scissor but can’t get it on. Pence gets to his feet and pushes Royce off into the ropes and then hits Royce with a big Back Body Drop. Jason stumbles to the corner and Pence goes over giving him boxing punches, Hooks, Jabs and uppercuts. Pence pulls Royce out of the corner and lifts him up into a vertical suplex, holding Jason in the air for a good 15 seconds. The fans clap for Pence and then Pence drops Jason and covers him.
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Chase: That’s some nice strength and balance by Pence.

Harvey: I’m just waiting for these two to really go at each other.

Pence picks Royce up and punches him towards the corner and chops Royce a few times. Pence throws Royce into the opposite corner and runs at Royce, but Royce lifts Pence up and sends him over the top rope and onto the arena floor. Royce then leaps over the top rope with a crossbody onto Pence. Royce picks Pence up and rolls him into the ring. Royce jumps on the ring apron and waits for Pence to get to his feet. Pence gets up and Royce springboards off the top rope and connects with a flying clothesline. Royce covers Pence and hooks the leg.
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Harvey: Royce almost won right there.

Royce picks Pence up and throws him into the ropes and catches him and drops him with a sidewalk slam and covers him.
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Chase: Pence needs to do something more than that to put Royce away

Pence gets Royce up to power bomb him but can’t quite pick him up. Royce counters with a back body drop. Jason runs off the ropes and as Pence gets to his feet, Royce hits him with a leg Lariat. Pence gets up and Royce goes to punch Pence, but Pence blocks it and punches Royce a few times. Pence then runs off the ropes but Royce catches Pence and hits a belly to belly suplex. Royce covers Pence
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Winner: Pence Weatherlight

Pence celebrates his win; while his music suddenly dies out. It is replaced with ‘’Put you on game’’ By Lupe Fiasco as Level-One comes roaring out through the curtains; APW world title in hand. The fans cheer by the world champion’s sudden appearance but his target was currently unknown to the crowd. Pence turns around eyeing Level-One who rolls under the bottom rope. Level-One immediately charges Pence Weatherlight taking him to the mat with a flying right hand!

Harvey: What the hell is going on here!

Chase: Perhaps Level-One caught word on what Pence was trying to do. He is nothing but a trouble maker, beat his ass down Level!

Harvey: Or perhaps Level-One is just trying take out a threat to him, just like old times!

Pence Weatherlight stirs; as John Green appears on the top of the ramp staring at the on-going action. Inside the ring, Jason Royce has slowly pulled himself to his feet with the assistance of the turn-buckle. Pence slowly raises to his feet, as Level-One stalks him, APW world championship in his hands. Pence turns around and his BLASTED with the APW world championship, the crowd isn’t happy.

Harvey: Come on! This is sick! What the hell is Level-One doing here; I thought he was a changed man?

Chase: Pence deserved it. The kid can’t mind his business nor shut his mouth!

Pence is laid out on the mat; as John Green slowly makes his way down the ramp. Level-One looks down at Pence with a disgusted look on his face. Jason Royce now to his feet looks down at Pence Weatherlight, and then back up at Level-One. John Green slowly enters the ring, as Level-One picks up a microphone.

Level-One: So let’s get on with business. Are you two going to settle this once and for all or what?

John Green seemingly ignores Level-One. He enters the ring, with his hands on his waist. He looks withdrawn, not sure about what may just happen. John Green is confused, conflicted as Jason Royce hops up behind Level-One telling him to hit him. John Green doesn’t reply with such. Level-One asks him again, Jason Royce sensing his opportunity, turns Level-One around…

GTS!

Harvey: What the hell!? Jason Royce just hit the GTS on Level-One, his mentor!

Chase: What the hell is Jason Royce thinking? What a traitor!

Level-One crumples to the mat world title sprawled out beside him, his eyes roll to the back of his head, and he isn’t moving. Jason Royce falls back onto the ropes; hardly believing what he had pulled off. John Green looks down at Level-One and then back up at Jason Royce. Jason Royce, clearly isn’t happy with John Green, as everything would’ve went smoother if he had helped him, obviously the two men are split on ideals. Again, tensions rise between John Green and Jason Royce, who both meet eye to eye, with both Pence Weatherlight and the APW world champion laid out not too far behind them as overdrive comes to a close.