Overdrive - Baltimore, Maryland (05/20/09)

[President Jeff]

The scene opens up backstage in President Jeff’s office. President Jeff with a phone held to his ear receives an ‘’okay’’ and a ‘’confirmation’’ before hanging up the phone. Hurricane Jeff leaning over the desk appears to be sitting in-front of someone who is hidden by a dark spot in his office, clearly not wanting to give his identity away.

President Jeff: I was just talking with the expert’s owner, Scorpio. And like myself, he has an eye for business. In turn, he has promised that the money for your help here tonight will be wired to your account by the time you get home.

A smile crosses President Jeff’s face. Nothing like a good business deal to get his blood pumping and this is what he had found with the unknown man in-front of him. Not wanting to waste anytime, Jeff quickly stammers up a sentence in attempt to quicken his process.

President Jeff: So, tell me. Why exactly have you decided to sell your brother out like this?

The voice doesn’t respond right away and an uncomfortable shuffle stirs in the shadows. Clearly, the man on the other end isn’t excited for what was to come. After all, this was the last resort for him.

Unknown: No need to get smart with me. I don’t want to sell my brother out, but I have little choice. I can’t live the way I am living right now…

President Jeff rolls his eyes.

President Jeff: You mean with all the money your brother makes, he hasn’t even offered to help you out? What kind of brother is that? Me personally? I’d forget the money, and just get back of him for treating you the way he did.

A hand emerges from the shadow, grabbing our APW owners shirt. President Jeff clenches his teeth, clearly not happy by the mystery man’s offensive gesture.

Unknown: You know nothing about me, or my brother, nor do you even care. You only allowed me in this building when you knew you had business to gain, and life’s to screw over.

The hand realizes President Jeff, whom closes his eyes and fights back his frustration. Fixing his shirt, eliminating the creases the unknown man had recklessly placed on the collar of his shirt, Jeff quickly regains his composure, not allowing the man to stand in the way of his business.

President Jeff: I’m sorry you feel that way, but what do you want me to do about it? You came to me with the offer, and I’m merely just making it happen.

The mystery-man grunts.

Unknown: Look, Scorpio has released my father from Siberia and he will be here later tonight. Now what you need to do is keep an eye on him. If he gets those cuffs off, he will escape from here, and you will never see him again. My father has committed a horrible crime, Sir. The last thing we need is to have justice undone.

President Jeff nods his head, assuring that everything will be alright.

Unknown: As for Joel Bryant, he is in town. You need to call the TFWF offices right now, get a hold of Ian Trumps, and get him to tell Joel just what is on the line here tonight.

President Jeff: What? I have a match to prepare…

The hand reaches over picking up the phone. The dial tone smashes Jeff's ear drums, he clenches his teeth clearly trying to take charge of the situation. Ripping the phone out of the mystery man’s hands; Jeff curses under his breath as he dials in the number.

President Jeff: You’re lucky this makes good publicity…

The scene fades into the Overdrive intro video




Pyro shoots from the stage and the camera pans through the crowd before stopping on the commentators

Chase: Welcome to Wednesday Night Overdrive. The last stop before Mayhem.

Harvey: What a night we have in store. President Jeff will take on Jesse Nunez in what Jeff is calling, A warm up match for Mayhem

Chase: And our main event. A Tag Team match. Level One and John Green team up to take on Pence Weatherlight and Jason Royce.

Harvey: With the four of them fighting at Mayhem, I don’t know how they will work together tonight.

Chase: Lets go to our opening contest.

Shadow vs. Mr. Strange


Strange and Shadow have been standing in the ring waiting for the familiar sound of the bell to ring so that they can begin to beat the living hell out of each other. As the bell rings both men find themselves wailing on each other, Shadow pushes Strange into the ropes, and stands there looking at him as Strange gets off the ropes and begins laughing. Shadow is taken back by this and is so surprised by Strange that he is caught off guard with a quick clothesline that sends Shadow to the mat. Strange looking for a quick victory laughs as he begins to taunt Shadow to get up, preparing to go for The Ace of Spades. Shadow gets up and is instantly put into the hold for the finisher, but Shadow has it scouted and powers his way out and quickly reverses it to a suplex. Shadow goes for the quick pin.


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Strange kicks out!

Shadow looks sort of dissapointed as he gets up to his feet. As he walks over to pick Strange up he is quickly surprised by a small package.


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Shadow powers out!

Strange gets up chuckling as Shadow gets up and is astonished that he nearly lost that to a small package. Both men begin wailing on each other again with rights and lefts, but this time Strange knocks the wind out of Shadow and then in a feat of strength suplexes Shadow to the mat below. Strange smiles as he quickly stomps as hard as he can on the poor Shadow while laughing as if he were a little boy playing jumprope. Shadow catches Strange's foot and pushes him off and sends him to the floor. Strange gets up quickly and goes at the now getting up Shadow with a kick to the gut and then to the face, Shadow lays sprawled out on the mat. Strange goes for the cover.


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Shadow kicks out!

Strange is surprised that Shadow still had the power after all he had put him through to kick out, but that lasts only a second as Shadow is picked up by Strange and then dropped back down with a super kick to his face. Strange stomps on Shadow some more and then quickly does a leg drop and goes for the cover, but it doesn't even go to count. Strange scowls as Shadow gets up and then recieves a big boot from the big man. Shadow lifts Strange ups and uses his finisher The Eclipse, Shadow after landing it goes for the pin.


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Winner via pinfall: Shadow!

Shadow celebrates as we head backstage

Backstage, Assassin and Slade Craven are seen talking.

Slade: It must have been tough losing to the Hardcore Kid last week.

Assassin: It was. He got lucky. He won’t be lucky next time.

Just then The Hardcore Kid shows up with the Xtreme Title over his shoulder.

THK: Sup Guys?

Assassin: What do you want?

THK: Just wanted to see how your feeling after that ass kicking I gave you last week.
Slade: Last week was a fluke and we all know it.

THK: I think not. But hey, maybe I’ll give you a rematch one day.

Assassin: How about you find yourself a tag part and face Slade and I tonight!

THK: Where am I gonna find a partner at this time?

Just then, APW’s newest wrestler walks in.

Biggs: Did I hear you needed a partner?

THK: Who the hell are you?

Biggs: The name is Biggs. You need a partner, I’m looking for my first match in APW. What ya say?

Slade: How about it Kid?

The Hardcore Kid thinks for a second

THK: We’ll see you in the ring.

The Hardcore Kid and Biggs walk off as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

The scene opens up to the APW world heavyweight champion seated backstage. His head is lowered towards his knees, and his APW world championship hangs loosely on his shoulders. This wasn’t normal; clearly something was plaguing the mindset of Level-One. A plethora of events he had encountered began to pile up on him one by one, and his entire world was crashing down on him.

His father…
His feud with Crazyman…

And to stack the deck against him, a hand had thrown him a few extra jokers to take care of in Pence Weather light, Jason Royce, and John Green. Three young wrestlers, not much older then he, all vowing to put a world title rein under their belt, no pun attended. He tried to remain focused; he’s been here since the beginning of the show, biding his time hidden within the shadows. Still, he can’t avoid the world around him, especially as John Green barges in his locker room; demanding an answer.

John Green: What the hell was that last week? I thought you had my back?

John Green storms Level-One’s locker room. Level-One remains seated quietly, with his head still lowered, he still hasn’t raised his head to look at John Green, he did expect him.

Level-One: Yeah, I had your back. I had your back just as you had mine. I sat and watched, watched as Pence Weather light beat you to become the new APW world heavyweight number 1 contender. But what are you bitching for anyways? You’ve got your title shot.

John Green doesn’t reply. Looking down at Level-One, he realizes the shape he’s in. Now would be the perfect time to take advantage of the situation, but then it dawns on him. They have a tag-team match, together.

John Green: Look, I just expected you would call the match in my favor, in the very least call it in Royce’s favor, but Pence? You know as well as I do he doesn’t deserve a title shot. This is spitting on what me and you both deserve.

Level-One doesn’t reply, still staring down at the ground. He is separated from the rest of the world. He is in his element, too dangerous this way.

John Green: Look, let’s just move past all that. Me and you have a tag match tonight, against Jason Royce and Pence.

No reply, his condition is declining.

John Green: Champ, pull it together. You don’t have to like me, just understand that I never once turned my back on you. So when I take that title from you, I’m going to do it with honor.

Silence.

John Green: What’s with you? What the hell is going on in the head of yours?

John Green continues to press; Level-One returning no answer, showing zero signs of life, he makes John Green believe he can’t even hear him anymore. John Green sighs, shakes his head, and then walks back out of his locker room, hoping for the best.

Slowly, Level-One raises his head; his head straightens pointing at nothingness. His eyes burning with rage, fury, foam develops from his mouth, he’s an animal ready to finally unleash himself from chains that have held him down for so long. You may not understand the change within him, but he can smell it in the air. That ol’ familiar smell.

You don’t want to know what is in his head, you’re safer this way.

The Hardcore Kid & Biggs Vs Slade Craven & Assassin

Nicky Paige: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!

Trick Daddy's “Let's Go” blares over the speakers as the crowd cheers wildly and the arena lights flash off and on in rapid succession, finally staying on as Slade Craven and Assassin enter through the curtain. They make their way down the ramp.

Paige: Making their way to the ring, from Dallas, Texas, at a combined weight of 500 pounds, they are the A$$ Kickers Anonymous, Slade Craven and Assassin!

Once they reach the ring, they step in through the ropes, and Assassin crosses his arms, awaiting their opponents.

Harvey: Both of these men are ramping up for the Anarchy Cell match, and Assassin just came off of that Xtreme Title match with The Hardcore Kid last week, so you know these two are tough customers!

The arena lights fade to black as “Spaceman,” by The Killers, plays over the loudspeakers. Blue laser lights shoot from the stage as strobe lights flash about the arena. Biggs enters to a chorus of boos, and flashes his trademark smirk before making his way down the ramp to the ring.

Paige: And their opponents, first, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 217 pounds, Biggs!

Chase: This is Biggs' in ring debut here on Overdrive, and I can't wait to see him in action! I expect big things from him!

Harvey: I'm sure that pun was fully intended, but only big thing I expect from this guy is his big mouth!

Biggs mocks the fans as he heads towards the ring, and stops at the foot of the ramp, waiting for his partner. The fans boo loudly as Black Sabbath's “Iron Man” begins to play, and The Hardcore Kid makes his entrance!

Paige: And his partner, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 240 pounds, he is the APW Xtreme Champion, The Hardcore Kid!

THK heads down the ramp, and slaps five with Biggs before they slide under the ropes. The Hardcore Kid undoes his belt, and hands it to the ref. The music fades as Slade Craven and The Hardcore Kid go to their respective corners, and the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Harvey: And this match is under way!

Assassin in Biggs lock up in the middle of the ring, and Assassin uses his superior size to shove Biggs' back forcibly. Biggs rolls back towards his corner and quickly tags in The Hardcore Kid, prompting boos from the crowd. Biggs flashes his trademark smirk as The Kid goes in to kick Assassin in the gut, and he grabs Assassin in a DDT position, but Assassin counters by wrapping his arms around THK and performs a Bridging Suplex, pinning THK's shoulders to the mat, not even a one count! Both men get back up to their feet, and THK goes for a punch, which Assassin blocks, allowing Assassin to whip The Hardcore Kid into the ropes, and drill him with a thunderous Powerslam! Assassin hooks the leg, but only gets a one count! Assassin stomps The Hardcore Kid a couple of times and drags him to AKA's corner. Assassin tags in Slade and Slade slingshots himself over the ropes to hit with a Body Splash on THK! Slade goes for another cover on The Kid, 1...THK kicks out! Slade pulls The Hardcore Kid up by the head, but THK counters with a punch to the gut, and takes Slade down with a Clothesline! As Slade gets back up to his feet, The Hardcore Kid quickly takes him down with a Snap Suplex! THK mounts Slade Craven, and pummels him with a barrage of fists before wrapping his hands around Slade's throat, chocking him! The ref begins the mandatory five count, and The Hardcore Kid lets go on four! The ref admonishes THK as the crowd boos loudly, and Assassin pounds the turnbuckle, reaching his hand out hoping for a tag. THK whips Slade into his teams' corner, and tags in Biggs. THK gives Slade a DDT as Biggs slings himself onto the top rope, and Springboards off to drill Slade in the back of the head with a Leg Drop!

Harvey: Assassin and Slade started in control, but it looks like The Hardcore Kid and Biggs have the momentum now!

Chase: Biggs tagged out of this match quickly, but now that Slade's down, we'll finally get to see what he can do!

Biggs pulls Slade up to his feet, and gives him a few forearm shots to the face before whipping Slade into the ropes and hit with a Leg Lariat on the rebound! Biggs then rolls Slade onto his belly, and delivers several Ultimate Knee Strikes to the head before rolling Slade back onto his back and covering him, 1...2...Slade kicks out! Biggs pulls Slade back up, and whips him to the ropes, but Slade jumps up and springs off of the middle rope to hit Biggs with a Flying Crossbody! Slade pops back up and as Biggs gets back to his feet, he greeted with a Running Dropkick to the face! Slade whips Biggs into AKA's corner, and tags in Assassin! Assassin steps into the ring as Slade climbs the turnbuckle, and Assassin hoists Biggs up into a Powerbomb position! The crowd is in a frenzy as Slade jumps off the top rope, and nails Biggs with a Dropkick, and Assassin Powerbombs Biggs into the mat!

Harvey: They hit with the Powerbomb Doomsday Device! Biggs' night could be over!

Assassin covers Biggs, but The Hardcore Kid manages to break up the pin with a stomp to Assassin's back! As the ref tries to get THK back to his corner, his back is turned as Assassin pulls Biggs up. Biggs uses the distraction to nail Assassin with a vicious Low Blow! With Assassin hunched over, Biggs hits with a Running Kneelift to the face, and as Assassin spins around, Biggs grabs him from behind for an Inverted Back Breaker! Biggs goes for a quick cover, 1...2...Assassin presses Biggs up and tosses him off! The crowd is cheering wildly as Assassin gets back up to his feet and unleashes a barrage of fists to the new competitor! As Biggs is staggered, Assassin grabs a hold of him for a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Biggs gets back up, and gets another Belly-to-Belly from Assassin! Biggs gets up again, and Assassin hooks him up for another Belly-to-Belly, but this time, Biggs boxes the ears of Assassin, and gives him a forearm to face, forcing Assassin to release to lock. Biggs then grabs a hold of Assassin's arm, and twists it behind his back into a Hammerlock! Biggs uses his free arm to hook the head of Assassin from behind and gives him the Shockwave DDT!

Chase: What an innovative, nasty move! Not only does it target the back of the head, but it uses Assassin's own weight against him, crushing his arm!

Harvey: This has been a back and forth match, and it's still anybodies' contest!

Biggs drags Assassin to the corner, and tags in The Hardcore Kid while Slade starts clapping, prompting the crowd to clap along, trying to will Assassin on! The Hardcore Kid taunts Slade as he pulls Assassin up to give him a side Russian Leg Sweep! As Assassin lies on the mat, The Hardcore Kid gives him a stiff kick to the ribs, causing Assassin to clutch his midsection and roll onto his side. THK takes advantage of this and gives Assassin a hard kick to the back that echoes throughout the arena! The crowd is begins an “Assassin! Assassin!” chant, hoping to inspire the downed competitor. The Hardcore Kid puts one finger to the side of his nose, and launches a snot rocket onto Assassin, soliciting loud boos from the crowd! This insult enrages Assassin, who promptly gets up and unloads fists repeatedly to the face, backing THK back to his corner, allowing Biggs to tag himself in by slapping THK on the back! Biggs attempts to slingshot himself into the ring, but Assassin has the wherewithal to jump up and hit Biggs with a Dropkick as Biggs is perched on the rope, sending him spilling out to arena floor! Assassin then grabs The Hardcore Kid in a Gorilla Press position, and as Biggs gets up to his feet, Assassin launches THK out of the ring, nailing Biggs with his partner!

Harvey: The A$$ Kickers Anonymous are on a roll! Can they maintain it! We'll find out after this break!

APW Overdrive goes to a commercial break!

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes back on the air with Biggs grabbing Slade in a Side Headlock on the mat!

Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen, we're back, and during the break Biggs and THK got the upperhand after a high risk maneuver by Slade didn't pay off! Let's show you.

The broadcast goes to a split screen, with the live feed on the right, and the video on the left. On the left, it shows Assassin tagging in Slade, and Slade gets a running start, leaping to the outside of the ring with a Somersault Plancha targeting Biggs and THK. Biggs and The Hardcore Kid both get out of the way, sending Slade crashing back first into the guardrail! The video switches back live, and Biggs wrenches Slade's head in the Headlock! The crowd is chanting “Slade! Slade! Slade!” and clapping in unison, which inspires Slade to punch Biggs in the side a couple of times, and push himself up! Both men getting to a standing position, and Slade pushes Biggs off, sending Biggs towards the ropes! Biggs ducks Slade's Forearm Smash on the rebound, and backflips off the middle rope, grabbing a hold of Slade in a Reverse DDT position! Biggs uses his free hand to do the “drinky, drinky” motion, drawing loud boos from the crowd, before drilling Slade with the Backflip Reverse DDT!

Harvey: What a disrespectful weasel! That gesture was completely unnecessary!

Chase: That was low, that was dirty, but my goodness, was that move beautiful!

Biggs drags Slade to near the ropes, and steps out onto the apron. He grabs a hold of the top rope, and launches himself back into the ring, going for a Flipping Slingshot Leg Drop! Slade rolls out of the way, sending Biggs crashing butt first into the mat! Slade gets up to his feet and gives Biggs a Front Dropkick to the face! As Biggs is on the mat, Slade quickly pops out onto the apron, and slings himself onto the top rope, springboarding off for a Shooting Star Leg Drop! The crowd is in awe as Slade follows up with a Standing Backflip Splash and goes for a cover, 1...2...Biggs kicks out! Slade pulls Biggs back up and whips him into AKA's corner, and gets a running start, hitting Biggs with a Stinger Splash in the corner! Slade quickly tags in Assassin, and as Biggs stumbles out of the corner, Assassin grabs him to deliver a Bulldog! Assassin pulls Biggs back up to his feet, and bounces his head off the turnbuckle repeatedly, the crowd counting along, 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10!

Harvey: Slade and Assassin have taken back control of this match! Hopefully, they'll be able to shut up the arrogant duo of The Hardcore Kid and Biggs!

Chase: Well I want Biggs to win his debut match, and I like The Hardcore Kid, so it looks like we're rootin' for the opposite teams

Harvey: Wouldn't be the first time!

After the tenth turnbuckle shot, Assassin allows Biggs to fall back down onto the mat. Assassin follows up with a Knee Drop to the face, and pulls Biggs back up, pulling Biggs into position for the Powerbomb! As Assassin lifts Biggs up, The Hardcore Kid quickly jumps into the ring, and clubs Assassin in the back, allowing Biggs to pull off a Hurricarana on Assassin! The ref pushes THK back to his corner as Biggs takes a cheap shot on Slade, punching him off the apron! Biggs then quickly runs to his corner and tags The Hardcore Kid. THK comes in, motioning for Assassin to get up! Assassin slowly gets to his feet, only to be taken back down with a ring shaking Spear! The Hardcore Kid grabs a hold of Assassin's legs and looks to be trying to lock in a Sharpshooter! THK is trying his hardest to turn Assassin over, but Assassin is struggling to prevent it, eventually freeing one of his feet to kick THK back! Both men get to their feet and lock up, with Assassin pulling a standing switch to get behind The Hardcore Kid, and delivering a picture perfect German Suplex! Assassin bridges the suplex into a pinning predicament, 1...2...Biggs stomps Assassin in the gut, breaking the count! At this point Slade runs into the ring and Clotheslines Biggs, following up by mounting Biggs and unloading a flurry of fists to his face! While the ref is trying to break up Slade and Biggs, The Hardcore Kid quickly rolls out of the ring, and grabs a steel chair, sliding back into the ring while the ref still has his back turned. As Assassin is getting back to a vertical base, The Hardcore Kid takes a swing with the chair, but Assassin stops him cold by getting both hands up to clutch the chair! Assassin yanks the chair out of THK's hands, and gets ready to swing when the ref turns around and gets a hold of the chair! As this is happening, Biggs and Slade have made their way back to their respective corners. The ref is yelling at Assassin, admonishing him to give up the chair, which he promptly does, but while the ref discards the chair, The Hardcore Kid nails Assassin with a painful Low Blow!

Harvey: What a despicable, dishonorable, scummy move! Just when you think The Hardcore Kid can't get any lower, he does!

Slade Craven tries to enter the ring, yelling at the ref that THK broke the rules, but the ref goes to restrain him! While the ref is dealing with Slade, Biggs enters the ring, and he and THK pull Assassin up to his feet. THK stands to the side of Assassin, holding his head down, while Biggs backs up to the ropes, gets a running start, and connects with a Knee Lift to the Face! Right upon impact, The Hardcore Kid violently whips back to hit Assassin with a Russian Leg Sweep! Biggs claps his hands in the air to simulate the sound of a tag, and the Hardcore Kid goes to their corner.

Harvey: What lousy cheaters Biggs and The Hardcore Kid are! They're breaking every rule in the book!

Chase: What you call cheating, I call teamwork! Who knew The Hardcore Kid and Biggs would work together so well?

Slade is pleading with the ref, but has no choice but to go back out to the apron as Biggs locks on a Cross Armbar on Assassin! The crowd is booing as Biggs jerks on Assassin's arm, yelling at the ref to “ASK HIM!” Assassin shows no signs of submitting, though, so Biggs releases the hold, and gives Assassin a stomp to arm! Biggs drags Assassin by the damaged arm to his team's corner, and tags in THK while retaining a grip on Assassin's arm. The Hardcore Kid climbs to the top rope, and while Biggs holds Assassin's arm, THK leaps off the top, and Stomps his feet right into Assassin's damaged limb! Assassin screams in pain as The Hardcore Kid and Biggs taunt the crowd! The Hardcore Kid goes for a nonchalant cover, 1...2...Assassin counters, rolling THK into a pinning position, 1...2...THK kicks out! The Hardcore Kid gets to his feet first, but Assassin uses his good arm to sweep The Kid's legs out from underneath him, sending THK back first into the mat! Assassin then mounts The Hardcore Kid and gives him a couple of straight Elbow Shots to the face before pulling THK up and whipping him into AKA's corner! Assassin gets a head of steam, and drills THK with a Shoulder Tackle in the corner, and tags in Slade! At this point, Biggs runs into the ring and towards both members of AKA, to which Slade and Assassin respond with a Double Cliq Kick! Biggs is laid out on the mat as Slade and Assassin turn their focus back to The Hardcore Kid! Both men kick him in the corner while the ref starts the mandatory five count. Assassin exits the ring on four, while Slade continues to beat down THK. Biggs is slowly getting to his feet as Slade whips THK towards the opposite turnbuckle, which THK reverses! The Hardcore Kid charges towards Slade, but Slade rolls out of the way, sending THK crashing into the corner! Biggs is to his feet, and dashes towards Slade, but Slade takes him down with a Drop Toe Hold, hanging Biggs out on the center rope! Slade runs back towards the opposite ropes, bounces off, and on the rebound, is hammered with another Spear by The Hardcore Kid! The Kid covers him, 1...2...Slade kicks out! The Hardcore Kid pounds the mat with his fist, but gets up to his feet, motioning for Slade to get up. The crowd is chanting Slade's name, trying to help him out as Slade gets to his feet. Once Slade is up, THK hooks him in a Urinagi position, but Slade elbows THK in the side of the head of couple of times, staggering his opponent!

Harvey: You've got to believe that The Hardcore Kid was going for Straight to Hell there, and luckily for Slade, he was able to prevent that!

Slade jumps up and nails THK in the face with a Dropkick and then follows up with a Flipping Senton as THK is laid out on the mat! Slade goes for a pin, 1...2...The Hardcore Kid kicks out! Slade is undeterred, and whips THK towards his team's corner! Slade gives THK a Charging Clothesline in the corner, and tags in Assassin, who gets on all fours in front of The Hardcore Kid, allowing Slade to get a running start and hit with Poetry in Motion! Biggs is panicking in the corner as THK stumbles out of the corner into the waiting arms of Assassin, who Belly-to-Belly Suplexes him across the ring! Forward momentum is on THK's side though, as he lands close enough to his team's corner for Biggs to reach down and tag himself in! Biggs gets a running start towards Assassin, but stops Biggs in his tracks, grabbing him to deliver a brutal STO! Assassin shakes his arm a bit as he gets back to his feet, and pulls Biggs up as well. Assassin gets behind the arrogant wrestler, and clasps his hands around Biggs' waist. Assassin gives Biggs a German Suplex, but keeps his hands locked, pulls Biggs back up and delivers another! All-in-all, Assassin hits Biggs with six German Suplexes in a row before unclasping his hands, and Biggs is dazed on the mat! The crowd is cheering loudly as Assassin pulls Biggs back up and hoists him into a Fall Away Slam, backing up towards his corner so Slade can tag himself in! Assassin then stands with his back to the ropes, and Fall Away Slams Biggs to the outside as Slade gets a running start and performs a Slingshot Suicide Plancha on the prone Biggs!

Harvey: Forever Remembered! Forever Remembered! Slade and Assassin could be setting up for The Diamond Star Drop!

Chase: Biggs and The Hardcore Kid better do something drastic if they want to win this match!


Slade rolls Biggs back into the ring and Assassin pulls him up to his feet! Slade climbs to the top turnbuckle, and The Hardcore Kid enters the ring, running towards his opponents! Assassin sees THK coming, and grabs him by the head, tossing him over the top rope and down to the arena floor! Assassin whips Biggs into the ropes and nails him with a Leg Lift Clothesline, sending Biggs down to the mat! Slade then leaps off the top rope with a thunderous Body Splash, pinning Biggs, 1...2...3! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: The AKA

Paige: Here are your winners, by pinfall, Slade and Assassin, the A$$ Kickers Anonymous!

“Let's Go” plays over the speakers as the ref raises Slade and Assassin's arms in victory! The Hardcore Kid drags Biggs' by the legs out of the ring and helps him to the back as Slade and Assassin celebrate their victory, the fans celebrating with them!

Harvey: They did it! Assassin and Slade taught those punks a lesson, and particularly Biggs, with the Diamond Star Drop! It couldn't have happened to a better guy!

Chase: Your sarcasm is noted, but this loss has got to be stinging for Biggs. It was his first televised match here in APW, and he didn't come out on top! This has got to suck for The Hardcore Kid as well!

Harvey: A$$ Kickers Anonymous proved tonight how important chemistry and trust are in a tag team match, and this will go a long way in preparing them for the Anarchy Cell!

Slade and Assassin are still celebrating with the ref is still raising the hands of both Slade Craven and Assassin, Max Carter walks out from backstage with a microphone. He is standing on the entryway and looking out at them with a smile.

Max Carter: Gentlemen, It would seem you truly have proven yourselves worthy. After these past few weeks especially you have each shown you deserve this ultimate match at Mayhem. Now since the question has been raised.

The fans begin to cheer as Slade and Assassin started nodding.

Max Carter: Now that the question has been raised, we need an answer. Because you two have proven yourselves as a Tag Team here tonight, Slade with you succeeding here tonight for your tag team, and Slade with you succeeding last week and at Rasslemania, just who is the better of the two of you?

The fans begins to wonder in their jeers all of a sudden.

Max Carter: Don't get me wrong people, we need an answer to that question, and at Mayhem we are going to find out, in the match you asked for. The Anarchy Cell!

Harvey: What? Slade vs Assassin in the Anarchy Cell?

The fans do not dislike this idea, they love it and the eruption of cheers deafens the arena. Slade and Assassin look at each other then, weary from their long match, Slade extends his hand and Assassin takes it. They shake hands in the middle of the ring before celebrating again. The camera pulls away as it fades to commercial

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes back on the air and backstage you see The Hardcore Kid walking towards his dressing room, angry about the loss to the AKA. The Kid gets to his dressing room door and see’s a big envelop taped to the door. He grabs the envelop and opens up and pulls out a picture. The Kid looks at it, rips it up and throws it on the ground and goes into his locker room. The camera pans down on the ripped picture, which is an autograph picture of Twister that say’s “Good Luck at Mayhem” on it.

We go to the ringside area

Put you on game by Lupe Fiasco assaults the PA system; as the crowd immediately stands up, giving Level-One a sea of mixed reaction. Wasting no time, Level-One rips through the curtain the bass of his entrance theme sends vibrations down the ramp, and then back up again. With the APW world heavyweight championship strapped tightly around his shoulder, he storms his way down the ramp, slipping right under the bottom rope into the ring. With a microphone strapped to his waist, he immediately springs up to his feet, and paces around the ring like a rabid animal whom had just been let out of his cage.

Harvey: Uh, I’m getting word that Level-One isn’t even supposed to be out here right now. What the heck is he doing out here?

Chase: I don’t know, but he looks like he has something to get off his chest, you better duck.

Level-One: In just under two weeks I will go head to head, with Crazyman in one of the most hellacious battles I would’ve ever encountered. And while I promise myself that I would walk away the victor, who knows if I’ll ever, walk away the same. I and Crazyman, we have been in the ring with each-other many times before. Time and time again, I have beaten him proven that I am superior one out of us two. Time and time again, I sent him back broken, hurt, and humbled for the entire world to see. Yet, every time, he stumbles back to me, broken, hurt, and humbled and conjures up the words…

‘’You still haven’t won’’

The crowd cheers; knowing full well of the feud he preaches to them. He doesn’t look at the crowd, he already knows he has won them over; the entire world was against him once again. Crazyman has always brought the worst out of him. With his eyes all void of emotion, his face is an empty canvas as he looks up at the camera.

…but I don’t lose.

Crazyman, I don’t fucking lose! Not now, not ever! You refuse to admit you are inferior; you refuse to take your beating, and remain content. You refuse to stay down, once I knock you down. Crazyman, you refuse to give me piece of mind! You get back up again, you smile, and you prance around, laugh, joke, and have a good time…NO! Crazyman, this has gone on for way too long. I have beaten man, after man, men that stood taller than you, men whom hit harder than you, and none of them has ever came wobbling back like you have. I don’t make exceptions, and you will not avoid this rule. Crazyman, I promise…

I promise to god…I will break you!

I will make you admit…

Damn it, Crazyman…

Level-One falls to a single knee. Rage, frustration, and anger all flowing through his veins at once. He can’t handle it more; it’s time to drop the gauntlet.

I will make you QUIT!

The crowd suddenly cheers; a man appears on the top of the ramp…it’s Crazyman! The crowd starts a ‘’do it tonight’’ chant, which has Crazyman smiling. Wielding a microphone in his grips, Crazyman points at Level-One, clearly trying to taunt him further.

Crazyman: If you're gonna cry a river, you mind doin' it somewhere else?

Level-One quickly springs to his feet, and charges the ring ropes; leaning over it, he spits venom from a distance, Crazyman can’t feel any of it. He’s used to it by now; it’s why they both have to move on. He just slowly shakes his head and continues talking.

Crazyman: You wanna put a cap on that anger before it kills you, don’t ya think? I mean, your father is where he is because he couldn't control his rage, right? Or maybe I'm wrong. Maybe he's a cold, calculated, sick son of a bitch, just like you? Did he pass on that killer gene, Level?

Level-One cuts off Crazyman.

Level-One: You know nothing about my father, you piece of shit!

Crazyman raises his hands in defence and stifles his laughter, further frustrating Level-One. Crazyman turns back tot he curtain and nods his head; two guards in full uniform come walking out from the backstage area. Walking between them is a large grey-haired man, his hands cuffed and his feet shackled, his orange jumpsuit reflecting off his son’s eyes. Crazyman look at him with a glint in his eye.

Crazyman: Would you like to introduce yourself?

Crazyman smiles and turns back to the crowd.

Crazyman: In case you didn't already know, this is Level-One's father! A cold-blooded killer and a fiend, just like his son! So tell me, friend, how does it feel living with the knowledge that you've ended someone else's life? Do you ever get that twinge of remorse? Because Level sure as hell doesn't, and I've always figured he must be his father's son!

Crazyman holds the microphone to the old man's mouth, but he doesn’t say a word - just an emotionless stare that Level-One himself has come to inherit. All the while, Level-One, red faced and steaming, slings his words across the arena.

Level-One: Damn it, Joel! Scorpio, what have you done? You’ve set this entire thing up, haven’t you, you piece of crap!

Scorpio on the top of the ramp shrugs his shoulders in return. Crazyman not receiving an answer from Level-One's father turns to the ring.

Level-One: Fuck you, Crazyman! I'd rather be the son of a killer than a worthless drunk!

Crazyman: You shut your mouth, Lester! You don't have the right, you son of a whore! Your father is a killer, and my father-

Level-One drops the gauntlet.

Level-One: …WAS KILLED BY MINE!

Level-One red faced and steaming tosses the microphone down to the mat. Crazyman eyes widen with shock, as if a knife had pierced his heart. The guards slip in front of Level-One’s dad, quickly shuffling backstage, getting his father out of immediate danger, as Scorpio pushes them along. Scorpio wears a slick smile on his face; he had orchestrated it all.

Level-One and Crazyman stare at each other as the crowd try to understand what they've just heard. Crazyman's face goes red and his eyes fill with stinging tears. Without a word he drops his microphone and turns around. Roaring, he charges backstage. The guards are escorting the old man away when Crazyman shoves one away. The other tries to fight the wrestler off, but he's tossed aside as Crazyman lunges at the man in shackles. They fall to the ground and Crazyman begins to punch and scratch at his face before officials pile in on top of him. they drag Crazyman off the prisoner, kicking and screaming like a wounded animal, as the guards hurriedly pick up the old man and whisk him away into the night. Crazyman breaks free of the officials and, rather than chase after the prisoner, turns on his heels and runs back towards the entrance.

Level-One is walking up the entrance ramp when Crazyman appears, pure rage etched on his face. Level-One slowly backs away as Crazyman steps forward, then rushes down towards the Canadian. Level-One turns and runs towards the ring as officials flood the ringside area. Crazyman slides into the ring, but Level-One is already gone, out of the ring and hopping over the crowd barrier. Crazyman tries to follow but five ring crew workers manage to pull him down to the ground. Still roaring and kicking, he manages to free himself and clamber out of the ring, but more officials take him down and struggle to hold him. The wild, red eyes of Crazyman meet level-One's for a brief second, but in that moment Level-One can feel the pain and destruction that he has brought down upon his rival. A strange feeling builds up in the pit of his stomach as he staggers backwards, security managing to keep the fans from attacking him as he turns and stumbles away.

Commercial

[President Jeff]

BDC is in a small office backstage at Wednesday Night Overdrive, live from the 1st Mariner Arena, Baltimore, in Maryland. There's a red leather chair, a desk, and a laptop and lamp on the desk, and the room also has a large black leather sofa. BDC is wearing an APW t-shirt, blue jeans, and a bandana that has the Welsh national flag on it. He's tipped the chair back, has his hands behind his head, and his feet up on the desk. He's half asleep, and is woken up by a knock on the door, and in comes backstage interviewer Cindy Shannon. He opens his eyes, sighs, and sits upright.

BDC: What's up cheese tits?

Cindy: I beg your pardon!

BDC: No need to beg darling, I'm just playing nice. Now, what do you want?

Cindy glares at him, settles herself, and continues.

Cindy: BDC, you've recently signed a contract in APW that allows you to remain retired, but allows you certain privileges. What exactly are those privileges, and what does that mean in regard to you as a wrestler?

BDC: Well, seeing as how I'm bored shitless, and also a little drunk, I'll humour you and let you in on a few little secrets. Thing is .... what's your name again doll face?

Cindy: My name is Cindy Shannon. I have never been, nor will I ever be “doll face” as you put it, and I'd appreciate it if you showed me the same respect that I am showing you.

BDC: Woah there my little anal fart, chillax and de-stress there a little! Look, I realise that you must be suffering from that “on” thing that you birds get once a month, so I'll cut you a little slack and behave. Now Candy, as I was saying ...

Cindy: It's Cindy.

BDC: That's what I said wasn't it?

Cindy: No, you called me Candy!

BDC: But it's the same thing isn't it?

Cindy: Not in any way, shape or form is it the same.

BDC: Ah ... must be an American thing. I'll tell you what I'll do then, seeing as your name is Candy Shanndangle or some shit, I'll amalgamate your forename and surname, and call you Shandy!

Cindy: But ..

BDC: No, no need to show me your gratitude, your eyes say enough to fill a thousand books! Now, where was I? Oh yes, you asked me about my role here in APW, and being the fun loving, and devishly handsome son of a bitch that I am, I'm going to tell you!

Cindy sits down on the sofa, and is absolutely fuming. BDC reaches into a drawer and pulls out a few files.

BDC: Now Shandy, my guess is that you are wondering what these files have to do with anything, so I'm going to pre-empt your question and answer in advance, because I'm good like that. Basically, me and Jeff got together last month for old times sake, and we started talking about the good old days, and then started drinking. One drink led to another, and then another, and well you get the idea ...

Cindy: Yes BDC, I do. In fact, the entire world got the idea when you both ended up on YouTube streaking naked through a zoo, tried to shave a bear with garden shears, attempted to get a giraffe and a donkey to mate by feeding them Viagra, tried spear fishing in the aquarium with pitchforks you found in the elephant pen, and then mud wrestled with the hippos.

BDC: .... You heard about that?

Cindy: You could say that, yes.

BDC: Wow ... well anyway, as I was saying. AFTER we “allegedly” did everything you said ...

Cindy: You were caught on CCTV, posed for autographs for the police and the media, and have also brought out a line of T-Shirts with pictures of the evening.

BDC: Mere details. Anyway, like I said Shandy, after we “allegedly” did everything you said, Jeff tried convincing me to come out of retirement and start wrestling again. Well, as we all know, I couldn't wrestle my way out of a paper bag anymore. My body is broken, and ... well, I just can't be fucked with it anymore if I'm going to be honest. Refusing to take no for an answer, he instead offered me a position in APW where I can hang around backstage, talk to the roster, give them advice, knowledge, STD's, that kind of thing, and also be a special guest referee at times, and also commentate on the odd match here and there. So, here I am!

Cindy: Well, there is logic behind that decision, and it is true to say that you have a lot of experience to share with the APW roster. The thing is though, will they accept that knowledge, or simply see you as the old dinosaur that you are, one that is slowly decaying as the sands of time start taking their toll, and your miserable existence reaches the final curtain?

BDC pauses for a few moments, absolutely flabbergasted. He then starts crying.

Cindy: I'm ... I'm sorry BDC if I upset you ...

BDC: Upset me? UPSET ME? My dear little lactating fairy muff, you didn't upset me! That was beautiful! Who wrote that poem? Was it Shakespeare? No? Eminem maybe then?

Cindy ...

BDC stops crying and sits up straight.

BDC: No matter Shandy, on to serious stuff. These files here hold the key in regard to the success of each and every single star on the APW roster! I have spent literally minutes pouring over videos, interviews, rectal examinations and other things of that nature of EACH AND EVERY SINGLE roster member, and I honestly believe that I now them better than they know themselves!

Cindy: And that means what exactly?

BDC: To be honest, I don't know! But by the power of Grayskull, I intend on finding out! I mean, let's take some of tonight's matches and throw them into the equation shall we?

BDC pauses a for a while.

BDC: I said shall we?

Cindy: Erm ... yes?

BDC: Hm ... that was quite racist, but it was the correct answer. Let's look at Shadow vs Mr. Strange. Now, by looking through my files here I see that Shadow is actually a transvestite that goes by the name of Baby Sham every Saturday night, and also refuses to shave, wax or even trim his ... or her pubic hair! What this means is that if Shadow learned how to use these up until now hidden facts that I just made up, he would be virtually unstoppable!

Cindy: That CAN'T be true! Surely you can't be serious!

BDC: I'm deadly serious! And Don't call me Shirley! Think about it logically woman, if Shadow hid in the audience in his Baby Sham persona, he could sneak in and attack Mr Strange from behind whilst Strange was waiting for him in the ring! Then, he could pull down his own underwear, and use his over sized pube afro to gouge out Strange's eyes, due to the fact that his pubes would be as coarse as wire wool!

Cindy: I can't believe I'm actually hearing this shit?

BDC: It's quite alright Shandy, I understand. I mean, I did ask you to think about it logically, and as a woman, that is an impossible feat, so my bad. Anyhow, the only match that I give a flying fuck about tonight is the one between Jeff and Nunez.

Cindy: Finally, a subject you can be serious about.

BDC: Wow, you really know how to ruin things don't you? I mean, I kind of felt a kind of “thing” going on between you and me tonight, and now you've just gone and killed the mood.

Cindy: Erm ... thing? Listen BDC, at no time whatsoever have I felt a “thing” for you tonight.

BDC: It's ok, there's no need to hide your feelings from me. I can book you like a read! It's not what you say, or even the way you say it. It's the way that your nipples get erect each time you stare into my baby blues that tell me that you are soggier than the Mississippi down in your undercarriage, and up until a few moments ago, it would have been my pleasure to feed your horse with some oats!

Cindy: WHAT?

BDC: Shut your mouth, I'm still talking. Sorry, that was disrespectful. Shut your mouth ... please. Anyway, tonight my good friend Hurricane Jeff gets to beat the living piss out of Jesse“I want to be black” Nunez. Now we all know my history with Nunez, and we all know that he was never able to beat me in the ring. Ok ... he set my brother on fire, which resulted in his brutal death and drove me to think that my dead brother's soul was possessing me and made me do lots of insane things, so I guess that kind of gives him the edge there in our little contest, but alas that's a thing of the past. My brother is still dead ... but hey, I've got an EWC Undisputed title and HCW title with my name on in my house, so that kind of balances things out right?

Cindy: I don't know what to say anymore ...

BDC: Awww, thanks! As for Jeff, well he is an animal. He has the talent and skill to step in the ring with anyone, and kick their ass all over the place! Also, he pays my wages, so I'm going to be as nice as humanly possible to him. God bless Hurricane Jeff! Anyway Shandy, you've been in here for ages now, and you still haven't got my cock in your mouth, so unless that's going to happen, could you kindly fuck off and leave me get some work done please!

Cindy gets up and slaps BDC across the face, and then leaves, slamming the door behind her.

BDC: What can I say, she wants me! The old fart's still got it! Oh well, plenty of time for that later, time to get some work done.

With that he pulls out a few beers from a mini fridge that is under his desk, turns on his laptop, and watches the clips of him and Jeff streaking through the zoo on YouTube.

[President Jeff]

Chase: Welcome back folks

Harvey: Time for a big match. Two former EWC World Heavyweight Champions going at it.

Hurricane Jeff vs. Jesse Nunez


The bell rings as these two men lock up in the center and try to power each other out, but Nunez comes on top and whips Jeff into the ropes. He sidesteps as Jeff comes back off the ropes with a clothesline and then as he hits the other side and comes back Nunez sends him to the mat with a quick clothesline of his own. Jesse lifts up Jeff and is surprised by a couple of quick blows to his gut and then a round house kick to the surprised Nunez' face. Nunez does a little spin and falls to the floor. On the outside of the ring Max Carter and Street Wilson look on, Max is shouting at Nunez to get up and get in his head in the game while Wilson is smiling menacingly at the fallen Nunez and is telling the boss to hurry up and finish him. Jeff complies with Wilson and picks Jesse up and goes for the Huradriver, but Nunez powers out and pushes Jeff into the ropes, Nunez then performs a spine buster on the president upon his return. Nunez goes for the pin.


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Jeff kicks out!

Chase: Jeff may be a legend, but not a broken down one

Jesse is upset at that, thinking he for sure did more damage than that and he quickly goes for a Ankle Lock which he manages to get. Jeff screams in pain as he reaches for the ropes which are on the other side of the ring. Meanwhile outside of the ring Wilson moves towards Max Carter and Max now noticing just how close he is to Wilson tries to get out of the way of the bigger and stronger athlete. Nunez sees this and is forced to let go of the ankle lock and go outside the ring, he now stands in between Max and Wilson. Wilson looks at him and tries to take him down with a quick spear, but Nunez moves out of the way. Wilson hits the steel pole on the outside of the ring shoulder first and falls to the ground wailing in pain. Nunez nods his head happy for what he has done, but turns around just in time to see Jeff slam him down with a cross body. The ref begins to count.


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Jeff manages to get to get up and get himself back in the ring. Jesse still trying to get up is feeling the pain.



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Jesse gets back inside the ring and Jeff lifts him up and begins pounding on him with an assortment of kicks and punches, the fans are on their feet. As Jeff goes for one final kick it is caught by Nunez. Nunez sends his elbow right down on Jeff's kneecap and with a howl of pain from Jeff he lets go and then watches the now staggering Jeff. Jesse lifts Jeff up and suplexes him to the mat and then goes to the top rope, something he usually doesn't do. He jumps off and lands a flying elbow right to the chest of Jeff, who screams and howls. Jesse goes for the pin again.


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Jeff kicks out!

Chase: A 13 time world champion isn’t going down that easy


Jesse looks at Jeff and shakes his head, because even he can't believe what just happened. The fans are shouting and cheering, but Jesse is ready to end this. He drags Jeff to the middle of the ring and then goes for The KoneXion, which he hits perfectly and the fans begin to chant "Jesse" over and over again. Jesse goes for the pin again.


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Streets Wilson disrupts the count with a quick kick to the back of Nunez skull and the ref has to call a DQ.

Winner via DQ: Jesse Nunez!

That doesn't stop Streets who lays in a few more kicks on the fallen man and then helps Jeff to his feet and takes him backstage. Meanwhile Max Carter goes into the ring to check if Jesse is alright.

Chase: I don’t think Jeff cared about winning this match, he just wanted to weaken Jesse for Mayhem.

Harvey: Max is gonna be in trouble is Jesse isn’t 100% at Mayhem


Pence weatherlight is on the top of the world. He walks down the backstage hallway, with a proud smile drawn across his face, knowing that in just a few weeks he could quite possibly become APW world champion faster than anyone else has done before him. Yet, keeps alert; he had been on the wrong side of Level-One over the past few weeks, and what had occurred in the EWC was a great indication of what the man had been capable of. So, he walked down the hall, every so often turning to see what might’ve been standing behind him…

Pence Weatherlight: Cindy Shannon?

Cindy Shannon looks at Pence weatherlight embarrassed; she appeared to be confused, lost, clearly she wasn’t too smart, she was blonde after all. An interview wasn’t scheduled and in doing so, Pence tried to wiggle himself away from her, but she followed him.

Cindy Shannon: Sorry, Pence. But I tried to find the bathroom, but this arena is just so darn big.

Pence weatherlight returns an awkward look to Cindy, who just shrugs her shoulders innocently. Pence, doing his best to remain polite, musters up the directions…

Pence Weatherlight: …how the hell do I know where the women’s bathroom is?

Cindy pouts, and turns around walking away, leaving Pence with a long sigh. The former EWC star closes his eyes, and re-paces himself. His match was coming up any minute now and the last thing he needed was to loose focus, or is attacked. Reminding himself this, he snaps around once more, this time bumping chest with…

Jason Royce?

Jason Royce: Did I scare you!? Hey, we’re partnering up with each-other tonight. But to be honest with only a few weeks before my big match, I would hate to pull all your weight. So, do you plan on helping me out there tonight, or what?
Pence Weatherlight looks up at Jason Royce with relieve, things looked promising; with Jason Royce by his side, the chances of being jumped by Level-One was unlikely, but still a possibility.

Pence Weatherlight: Scare me? No way. As for carrying my weight, and your title match? The last time I checked, I won that triple threat match on my own. Not to mention, you wouldn’t even have that title match if it wasn’t for me.

Jason Royce laughs, before stroking his chin. Pence did have a point, but it didn’t mean anything in the head of Jason Royce. He worked hard for this chance, he bled and sweat for his opportunity, he was going to win the APW world championship, no matter what lengths he had to go through to win it.

Jason Royce: Alright, I’ll give you that much. Your plan ended up working for the better of all of us, but in away, you don’t think it has backfired? I mean, you vs. Level-One? Certainly you would have a better chance one on one, then having me and John Green included in the mix.

Pence Weatherlight couldn’t help but smile.

Pence Weatherlight: Now, don’t underestimate my talents. I can beat Level-One one on one, but to be quite honest? You in this match gives me an easier option to pin someone…

Pence Weatherlight taps Jason Royce’s shoulder, and walks off, leaving Jason Royce in the lurch. Jason Royce can’t believe what he had just said, and storms off to follow Pence Weatherlight and we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

After all the events have taken place during the night, it was clear it only had worsened Level-One’s condition. He slung the APW world championship around his shoulder, and stomped his way through the back halls, as if the entire building was his stomping grounds, his own rugged environment. Someone had set him up, someone had went to Hurricane Jeff’s office, and allowed this all to occur, but who?

The list wasn’t too long, thinking back to the meeting he had with his own flesh & blood. It is then where he looked down the large hall way, through the crystal clear arena doors, to see his brother in the front parking lot, ducking his head entering an expensive limo, being ushered off like a superstar. His own blood had betrayed him; his father was a murderer…

Reaching through the curtains, he would make everyone pay for it all…



The twisted images of suicide fill the screen welcoming in the words of Death Wish once again. This time once the laughter stops a light bulbs illuminates. A single sockets dangles from the ceiling swaying back and forth lighting up the surroundings of the room slightly. a shadow can be seen as a figure steps into the light. A face wearing a motorcycle riders wind mask. The picture of a skull on it. The eyes covered by a pair of sunglasses. The top of the head covered by a bandanna black in color. An ominous sight as the light shines down upon it creating a creepy image as if a skeleton stands before you.

[glow=red,2,300]"I figured I could give you fine people a good look at who your dealing with." [/glow]

The masked face tilts to the right slightly as if starring into the camera.

[glow=red,2,300]"Got a guess? Catching a gander at my mug didn't help hunh. Well I assure you some people may remember me, and others surely have never even caught a glimpse. Either way...you will all know soon enough. Whats important right now is that I have a sick urge...a driving force...a Death Wish if you will. What form will I enact this wish. I am here for a reason. I am here because one of YOU or could it be all of YOU. Which one of the APW superstars has a past. One thats creeping up on them. A past that has come back from the dead. A past surely ready and willing to slam a pillow down on their face as their limbs begin to twitch violently. Is it Jesse Nunez a man with quite a history. Surely this man has disrupted some one in the past. An arrogant bastard such as this could easily have enemies. Ones that have followed him here from EWC. Maybe it's Mr. Strange. A man like yourself could be the one who has brought about the Death Wish. Your time in Big Time Television running your mouth, spewing garbage. A underground street fighting gig like that could easily garnered you a seedy past ready to jump out of the sands of time and slap you right in the face. Then again it could be an APW original like the Hardcore Kid. The current Xtreme champion. Think long and hard Kid, look through your memory banks. Scan the files, I could be from your past and ready to end your future. It's been a long road Kid, with lots of ups and downs...you could be my focus. In all I'd say every member of the roaster has done something at one point or another to deserve a sick fuck to dawn a mask, play mind games, and plot revenge...so with that being said think long and hard APW...did you deserve this...are you what brought about the DEATH WISH!!!"[/glow]

The sounds of a gunshot rings through the air as the masked individual steps back into the shadows.

Harvey: The hell was that?

Chase: Who cares, its Main Event Time!

Scars by Papa Roach his the PA

Paige: The following contest is your main event. Making his way to the ring first, The Legacy, Jason Royce!

Royce comes out through the curtains with the fans booing him, but he ignores it and gets into the ring.

Paige: And his partner.

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 he 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 opponents to show themselves.

Paige: And their opponents

"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: 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 monstrous roar and beats his chest. He walks to the turnbuckle and climbs them to the second rope and points to himself and then once again does his trademarked "Retribution" pose. John hops off and takes off his shirt and throws it into the crowd. His music fades out as he awaits for the bell to ring.

Paige: And his partner

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 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.

Level One & John Green Vs Pence Weatherlight & Jason Royce

The match starts off with John Green and Pence in the ring. The two lock up with Pence locking in a side headlock. Green pushes Pence off into the ropes and Green takes him down with a shoulder block. Green runs off the ropes and Royce grabs a hand full of Green’s hair. Green turns and knocks Royce off the ring apron. Green turns and Pence clotheslines Green over the top rope. Pence turns to Level One and challenges him to get into the ring. Level One looks at the crowd who’s cheering as they want to see Level One and Pence go at it. Level One takes his time getting into the ring and the ref is stopping him. Just then, Green is back in the ring and knocks Pence down from behind. Green stomps on Pence and gets near his corner and Level One slaps Green on the shoulder and tags himself in. Green not happy about it, goes on the ring apron as Level One continues the stomps on Pence.

Chase: Tension is building up.

Harvey: I’m not sure how these guys will get along with their partners till the end of the match when in less than 2 weeks, there going to be fighting each other for the World Title.

Level One picks Pence up and has him in the corner and chops him. Pence punches himself out of the corner and Level One goes down with a right hand by Pence. Pence grabs Level One’s arm and twist it and goes over to Royce and Pence reaches for a tag and Royce say’s that he’s not going in. Level One gets his arm free and Pence and Royce begin to exchange words and Pence slaps Royce across the face and points to the ring, telling him to get in.

Harvey: Does that count as a Tag?

Chase: according to the ref, yes it does!

Royce gets into the ring and before he and Level One lock up, Level One slaps John in the chest and slides out of the ring.

Harvey: I have a feeling these guys won’t be friends after this match

Green gets into the ring as Level One stands on the floor, watching the match. Green goes to lock up with Royce but Royce kicks him and throws him to the corner. Royce catches Green with a knee to the face and brings him out of the corner with a bulldog into a cover.
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Kick Out by Green. Royce suplexes Green and then gets onto the ring apron. Green gets to his feet and Royce jumps to the ropes to springboard, but Level One shakes the ropes and Royce lands hard on the mat.

Level One gets into the ring and knocks Pence off the ring apron. The ref trying to get Level One back on the ring apron, Level One drags Green to his corner and tags himself in. Level One grabs Royce and drops him with a Randy Orton type back breaker. Level One covers
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Level One throws Royce into the ropes, but Royce reverses it and Pence pulls down the ropes and Level One goes over to the outside. Level One gets up and Royce runs and suicide dives through the ropes, taking down Level One. Pence tells Royce to tag him in and he does. Pence jumps to the floor and Russian leg sweeps Level One into the ring barrier. Pence then rolls Level One back into the ring and snap suplexes him and bounces off the ropes and drops a knee drop on Level One’s face and Pence make a cover.
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Pence snap mares Level One and kicks him in the spine then runs off the ropes and dropkicks him in the face. With Royce not paying attention and yelling at the fans, Pence walks over and slaps Jason’s hand. Pence gets out of the ring and Royce gets in and kicks Level One in the head then picks him up and throws him into the corner. Royce runs and Level One gets his elbow up and then runs out of the corner, taking Jason down with a clothesline. Level One throws Royce in the corner where John is and goes over, chops Green in the chest, causing the tag and Level One leaves the ring. John Gets in and chops Royce then throws him into the ropes and hit’s a spine buster. Green makes the cover.
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Kick Out. Green picks Royce up and Royce gives Green a jaw breaker and then a standing dropkick. Royce drags Green over to Pence and slaps Pence’s hand for the tag. Pence comes in and locks Green into a Boston crab. Green screams in pain and Level One comes in and knocks Pence off Green. Both guys are up and Green kicks Pence and drops him with a DDT. Green crawls over and tags in Level One. Level One goes to grab Pence, but Pence is quick to gets behind Level One and nails a German Suplex.

Chase: Pence just dropped Level One on the back of his head!

Pence goes in for a tag, but Level One manages to grab Pence’s foot and pulls him back into the ring. John Green runs in and knocks Royce off the ring apron. The ref brings Green back on the ring apron and Pence goes to pick Level One up who jabs his thumb in Pence’s eye. Level One throws Pence into the ropes and hit’s a power slam. Level One signals for the end. But Green reaches into the ring and tags himself in. Green comes into the ring and hooks Pence up for the Headsplitter. Level One just looks at Green then nails him from behind, hooks his arms, lifts him up and drops him with the Level Advance!

Harvey: Level One just turned on his partner.

The crowd boo’s as Level One picks Pence up and Royce springboards off the ropes. Level One moves out of the way and Royce comes in nailing Pence with a clothesline. Royce gets right back up and takes Level One down with a double leg take down and is laying in punches. Pence pulls Royce off of Level One and questions his attack and then Pence throws a right hand at Royce and the two start exchanging punches.

Chase: Here is comes!

Level One is watching this in amusement, and Green is back up and he starts attacking Level One and takes him down with a spear. The Ref has no choice but to call for the bell!

Winner: No Contest

Royce and Pence roll out of the ring in front of the commentators table. Royce grabs Pence head and smashes it on the table. And then throws Pence into the ring post. In the ring, Green throws Level One into the ropes and nails a Spine Buster. Green gets up and Royce comes flying off the top rope with a missile dropkick. Royce waits for Green to get up, lifts him up and nails the GTS. Pence is back in the air and takes Royce down with a spear

Harvey: The ref has lost control of all this

Chase: Its Mayhem!

Pence lays in punches and then is pulls off by Level One who picks him up for the Darkness Shrine, but Pence fights out of it, lands on his feet and goes for the Heart Artillery, but pushes out of it and Green grabs Pence and hit’s the Head Splitter on him. Level One gets out of the ring and Royce and Green start going at it. Green goes for the Head splitter on Royce, but Level One gets into the ring with a chair and hits Green in the back with it. And then his Royce on the head. With Everyone down, Level One drops the chair and raises his arms in the air. Pence crawls behind Level One and Low Blows him. He then grabs him and nails the Heart Artillery on the APW World Champion. Pence is up and raises his hands and Green is up and goes face to face with Pence. They look at each other, exchanging words and then both of them turn and Green and Royce start going back at it and Pence and Level One are going at it again.

Harvey: Nothing is stopping these 4

Chase: I can’t wait till Mayhem.

Harvey: Less than two week.

Chase: We’re out of time. Don’t Miss MAYHEM!

The 4 guys continue to brawl is out as Overdrive goes off the air.