Overdrive - Monterrey, Mexico (06/10/09)

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes on with a flash back of the final moments of Mayhem

Pence turns his attention back towards the champ, and as Level-One gets to his feet, Pence hooks him in a Urinagi position, going for the Heavy Artillery! Level-One counters by elbowing Pence in the side of the head, and as Pence is dazed, lifts him upon his shoulders to go for The Darkness Shine! As Level-One twists Pence around, Pence lands on his feet, kicks Level-One in the gut, and goes for the Heavy Artillery again, this time, drilling Level-One into the mat! Pence goes for the cover,
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Tony Ferrari: Here is your winner, by pinfall, and the new APW Heavyweight Champion of the World, Pence Weatherlight!

The cheers of the fans are overwhelmingly loud as “Come to Life” blares over the speakers! Pence is on both knees holding his ribs as the ref hands him the title belt. Pence gets to his feet and holds the title up high with one arm, still clutching his ribs with the other! Pence has climbed the turnbuckle and is holding his title belt high as Level-One rolls out of the ring and makes his way up the ramp with a scowl on his face. The Wall helps John Green up, while the ref attends to Jason Royce. Pence has a huge smile on his face as APW Mayhem comes to a close!

The Flashback fades into the Overdrive intro video





The video ends and Pyro shoots from the stage then the Overdrive theme music continues to play as the cameras pan through the crowd and the voice of Johnny Chase is heard

Chase: Welcome Everyone to Wednesday Night OVERDRIVE!

The cameras go on the commentators

Harvey: If you missed Mayhem, Shame on you. What a while and crazy night it was.

Chase: And the biggest thing to come from it. We have a new APW WORLD CHAMP!

Harvey: You heard it right folks, Some how, some way, Pence Weatherlight won the World title from Level One.

Chase: In what was the Match of the Night I may add.

‘’Put you on game’’ By Lupe Fiasco blasts the stereo system; to the fans mixed reaction. The boos outweigh the cheers, perhaps the fans weren’t pleased with the new champion that had emerged due to his lack of performance, or maybe they were sick and tire of him, and had begun their revolt. All theories aside the former APW world champion appears on the ramp, strapped into a wheel chair and a microphone placed strategically on his lap. Stitches remain carved into his face from his battle scars with Crazyman, and scars align his torn and tattered body. He surveys the crowd; and curses under his breath.

Harvey: Level One doesn‘t look like he‘s in any condition to wrestle tonight or any time soon. Mayhem took a big toll on him!

Chase: Don’t mislead the people, Harvey. Those bruises, scars, and the over all shape of Level-One coincided with the match he had with Crazyman a few hours later! The APW knew what they were doing when they booked him in this match. Absolutely, outrageous!

Harvey: He was a champion, Chase. I can’t believe your making excuses for him, it’s not as if he’s going to need your help anyways.

With each tug of the wheel; brings a jolt of pain. His face is contorted as he slowly but surely, wheels himself down the ramp. Through his mask of pain, you cannot tell if he’s angry—but because of the events that have transpired it is safe to make such presumptions. Level-One finally reaches the ring apron, where five stage hands surround him, and hoist him into the ring, nearly dropping him in the process. Once in the ring, he does his best to shove him off; with a weak push. Not underestimating the former champion, they quickly scatter off camera.

‘’What a load of bullshit!’’ Level-One yells into the microphone when the crowd had started a ‘’pence’’ chant. Wheeling himself towards the middle of the ring, he continues. ‘’Over the past week all I hear about Pence this, and Pence that. People questioning weather or not I have anything left; people claiming that Pence is some savior of wrestling. Are you kidding me? Pence won due to circumstance. I didn’t have my heart into the match, nor focus, nor attention. Pence used that to his advantage; and fluked out!’’

The crowd isn’t happy, and shows it with loud jeers.

‘’Some ask me why didn’t I just kick out of the Heavy artillery? The truth is; that would have taken energy. The match would’ve continued on and that was just not a chance I can take. Not many things have taking priority over the world championship; but my match with Crazyman? That was more important. It was more important than the APW, its championship, and you fans…’’

The crowd starts a ‘’You suck’’ chant; quickly the support he had a few weeks ago was dwindling away, but he didn’t care.

‘’See, I really do care about the APW though; and that’s why I had sacrificed the world championship. Walking into the match with Crazyman, I knew that although I promised myself I would walk out the winner; I never once lied to myself on weather or not I’d walk out the same. Crazyman pushed me past the limits; and he limited me to this wheel chair. I knew something like this would happen—and in doing so, I allowed Pence Weatherlight to pin me with the three count. You don’t understand how much I wanted to lift my shoulder off the canvas, get up, and smack the living shit out of Pence, but I couldn’t—because I have more self control than that. I am smarter than that. And I have a little thing called honor’’

The crowd is in an uproar. They feel as if he’s twisting the truth, lying—but he doesn’t care. He had believed what he said, and he sought it out as the truth. And in his mind, that’s all that matters, you never mattered.

‘’The truth is; even right now I am not sure if I will be able to compete at Test for the best. Per APW rules say, that I have a rematch clause for the championship I feel as if I didn’t really loose. Yet, although rumors say I have already accepted the match, I’m not sure if I’ll be there or not. So if I’m not…pence won’t be defending the world title’’

Crowd: SCREW YOU, SCREW YOU, SCREW YOU!

He smiles. ‘’But being the man I am; I have put my focus and my heart into healing my body the quickest way possible. Thus, I have put forth a memo not to compete up until Test for the best, so I am in perfect shape to win back the world title. If I am not able to make it; then nobody receives MY title shot. It isn’t fair, it isn’t right, and I have worked hard to receive everything I have got…

I guess the one mistake I had ever made during my championship rein; is feeling sorry for the likes of you fans. You greedy, pig-faced and spoiled fans. If it wasn’t for Michael lively, you people would’ve never taken up to me. If it wasn’t for me SAVING you from Michael Lively’s tedious title reign, than you would’ve never cheered me on. History will NOT repeat itself. And when I beat Pence Weatherlight, and put your asses back onto the path of entertainment, hard work, blood, sweat and tears like I drove you all to last time? You can take your fucking numbers; you can save your prayers and an extra dollar on the hall-mark cards, because I don’t need any of your shit!

I never needed you, and I don’t need you people now’’ he says, before dropping the microphone in the middle of the ring. Confined to his wheel chair he finds enough strength to raise his hands in victory, his eyes shut tight, as the fans let out a vicious string of boos.

Level-One was back.

Harvey: Well, it looks like Level-One has cut his ties with the fans already.

Chase: I knew it would never last. They turned their back on him by cheering on Pence, anyways. Good on him!

Commercial

[President Jeff]

As the wind rips through the air causing loose items to dance and flutter, people line up in front of Arena Monterrey with in anticipation to lay there eyes on the talent of APW. Around the back of the arena larger men work hard as sweat beads on their foreheads. They push equipment into back of the arena as others takes the case out toward the arena. It takes many people to put a show of this caliber together, and APW has plenty of people on staff to perform these functions. Off to the side many cars pull up, many are rentals from the local airport. Out of these cars spill the different talent of APW. Outside the arena broadcaster Cindy Shannon stands dressed in her form fitting dress. It hugs her skin firmly like a child grasping it's mother, tightly with no sign of letting go. This woman doesn't go anywhere without her hair done perfectly and her makeup painted on ever so soft. Appearance is everything, and especially in this line of work. A woman in the land of men must be up to par. Cindy Shannon has always been a looker, and this may be a key to her lasting success. Once again her job will be performed as she stands outside accompanied with a camera man. Apparently she is trying to gather some footage for the next episode of Overdrive. After such a successful PPV, many of the superstars will have plenty to say.

Suddenly a long black stretch limo pulls up. As it passes by the gorgeous Ms. Shannon, her reflection shimmers in the sparkling clean paint. As the limo stops, the drivers door opens. Out flies the driver scrambling around the front of the car toward the back. He motions his arms as if scooting Ms. Shannon back away from the limo.

The woman looks at the cameraman wondering to herself who could be inside. The driver is surely acting if some one of importance is inside. The driver then looks down at the door handle, straightens his tie, and pauses. The driver then takes his hat off turns back toward Cindy Shannon.

Driver: Excuse me ma'am...are you Ms. Cindy Shannon?

The driver asks politely. The hot blonde shakes her head yes in response to the question then offers up one of her own.

Cindy: May I ask who is inside?

The driver places his hat over his chest like a gentlemen, and answers.

Driver: Ma'am...I am actually not sure who it is. All I was told is that I am to pick up a former world champion, and bring him here.

Cindy Shannon turns toward the cameraman as a grin plasters on her face. A former world champion has just arrived. This could be a great interview, breaking news brought to you by Cindy Shannon. As those thoughts cross her mind she then offers up another question.

Cindy: A former APW world champion?

The drivers shrugs his shoulders as if he doesn't know.

Driver: You know ma'am they weren't specific. All they said was pick up a former world champion. He's a innovator, unique, and caused quite a stir everywhere he went.

The driver then takes a deep breath, then continues on.

Driver: Ma'am they also said my job is very important. The only person I am to let approach this limo was you.

Again Cindy Shannon smiles in joy. Feeling pride in her work has finally been recognized she straightens her dress as she holds the mic.

Cindy: So when is this former world champion coming out?

Driver: Well I was told he will exit when he's ready and I will know when that is.

Suddenly the roof slides open on the limo as all three people outside stir in anticipation. The driver readies himself for his instruction. The cameraman steadies the equipment on his shoulder to capture this moment on film. Cindy stands tall ready to greet the former world champion with a smile and her approach to broadcast journalism.

Just then a boom box is set on the roof of the limo, and a gloved hand pushes play. The music of the Eurhythmics "Sweet Dreams begins to play. Cindy Shannon's face goes a little sour. It's been some time since she heard that tune. Just then the limo door is opened by the driver. Out steps a black leather knee high boot. The gloss of the boot shines as if this where a new pair of boots. Then the other foot steps out wearing a matching boot. The stocking covered legs then carryout what seems to be a man in a school girl mini-skirt. Cindy Shannon takes a few steps back in shock. This whole situation seems to bring back memories that are anything but pleasant for her.

The figure wearing the boots then steps out of the limo fully wearing a white girls button up top. A small cut jacket fur coat covering the arms of this person also has a hood pulled over top of the head.

Cindy: Ph...Ph...PHATE!

Cindy Shannon stammers out loud in shock. The person dressed like a school girl looks toward Cindy Shannon...hands over an envelope with the word President Jeff written on the front. Just then the figure of your attention pulls the hood back reveling a skull mask, sunglasses and a bandanna. The person seeming to be Death Wish steps back into the limo. The driver shuts the door and walks off as he places his hat back on his head. The man takes his place behind the wheel and fires up the limo. It begins to pull off as Cindy Shannon looks down at the letter, then back up at the camera.

Cindy: I think Death Wish is....DOCTOR PHATE!!!"

Cindy explains. She then in shock walks into the building to obviously deliver the letter to it's addressee as we go to another commercial.

[President Jeff]

Overdrive come back on the air and we’re at ringside for the opening match

Johnny Hardcore’s music is begins to play as Nicky Paige announces him.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first making his A.P.W. Debut, from Toronto Canada, Johnny Hardcore!

As he walks to the ring there is a rally of cheers welcoming him to the company.

Paige: And his opponent

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

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

Harvey: Streets is looking to decimate this new comer today, so I think he’s looking to make an example out of this guy.

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

Streets Wilson Vs Johnny Hardcore

The match starts off with Johnny Hardcore exploding right out of the gate; catching the King of the Streets off guard. After catching him with a drop kick, Hardcore backs Streets into the turn-buckle, and plants a few cross body chops, as the crowd ‘’woos’’ along; Streets scampers from the corner holding his chest. When Johnny walks over, Streets spins around and nearly takes his head off with a clothesline.

Chase: Johnny Hardcore looking to make a name for himself tonight and Streets looking to make an example.

Harvey: It’s an exciting night. Like this is just the first flames to the powder keg.

Streets is dominating Johnny Hardcore, every time the kid gets up he is taken, Body slam, suplex, then a Russian leg sweep. He goes for the cover and gets a quick two count. When he starts to get back up, the Canadian brawler begins to fire back. Stiff right hands, followed up with a knee to the gut then to the face, Streets stumbles back and is taken down with a neckbreaker. . He goes for the cover allowing Streets to be able to rake the eyes breaking it up. He gets up and drops Johnny Hardcore to the floor with a big spine buster. Streets looks to end it when he ducks under an attempted right hand from Johnny who struggles to get back up and Streets hit the Neck Wrench Takeover

Chase: That move is vicious

Streets goes for the cover but Hardcore shows some resistance; he kicks out. As he tries to get back up he goes for a clothesline but Streets ducks it, and catches him with a big belly to back suplex…Streets goes for another cover but only a two count! He is getting angry now as he grabs Johnny by the hair ignoring the warnings of the ref. But as Johnny gets up he grabs Streets by the head and drops to his ass, jawbreaker. Streets stumbles back into the ropes when he comes back Johnny goes for a kick to the gut, but Wilson grabs his foot and Johnny follows up with an Enziguri!

Harvey: What a match!

The two fight to get up and Streets comes at Johnny with a back elbow, and its Hardcore‘s turn to duck it. He bounces off the rope and catches Streets Wilson with a spinning wheel kick. The King goes down!. Stomps from Johnny brings Wilson to the corner. Johnny tries to throw Streets to the opposite corner, but he reverses it and Johnny hit’s the corner. He stumbles out and hits him with the Vicious Style DDT! Streets hooks the leg! 1.….2.….3

Winner: Streets Wilson

Streets celebrates his victory as we head backstage

The scene opens inside of Pence's locker room where Pence is getting ready for his big match tonight, he is doing stretches, and is drinking some Gatorade when the door to his locker room opens. Nick walks in a look of concern crossing his face as he looks at Pence doing his stretches, Pence turns around to look at Nick, surprised to see that he is in the locker room with him. Nick opens his mouth and begins to speak to him.

Nick: Can I ask you one thing?

Pence: Yeah, sure Nick. Whats up I didn't think you were coming tonight?

Nick: Tell me that this doctor's note is not true and I will leave you alone.

Nick throws the doctor's note on the ground, a detailed report of examination of Pence Weatherlight, and in big red letters 'not cleared to wrestle' show up on the paper. Pence looks saddened that his good friend Nick found the paper he had tried so hard to hide.

Nick: So it is true...your rib injury is much worse than you are letting on. I knew you were walking a little too stiff and seemed to be in pain a lot. Tell me...when the hell were you going to tell me your ribs were in much more worse shape than you were letting on?

Pence: I wasn't going to tell you Nick...because I knew you would react like this! I knew you would ask for me to be benched and I just can't have that. The fans need me to bring them entertainment, no one else in this building is going to give them the entertainment that they require. Plus my ribs are fine...I will be ready for tonight and Test 4 the Best.

Nick: I don't think you understand what this injury could do to your career Pence. It could drastically shorten it. Do you want to leave the fans without the 'entertainment' you preach of?

Pence: No..but...

Nick: No buts Pence, no buts. This is a major injury from what the reports said and it could get worse if you go out in the ring tonight and fight that 6'8 crap eating ***hole. He doesn't care too much about your well being! He doesn't even care if he kills you tonight...he would relish ending your career!

Pence looks down to the floor below, he doesn't know what to say because Nick is completely right, but he has to say something.

Pence: You once said to me that it takes real guts to be a champion, but it takes a real amount of confidence to step out into the ring to become a champion. Nick, please trust me...I am confident that my injuries will not hinder me from winning tonight and if they do...I don't know what I will do.

Nick shakes his head not knowing what to say to the man he trained.

Nick: I suppose there is nothing I can do to stop you from fighting against Shadow tonight and going on to Test 4 the Best. Just make sure that Jeff doesn't see that paper otherwise he will be all over me and James for not telling him and you could quite possibly be fired.

Pence: Don't worry, I will be.

Nick walks out the door leaving Pence to finish his stretches as it goes to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes back on the air

Chase: Welcome back folks. An interesting night we’ve had already.

Harvey: Level One is in a wheel Chair. Pence is hurt and has to fight Shadow tonight in the main event. And Dr. Phate is coming back?

Chase: I don’t know what the deal is with this guy, Dr. Phate or not, but it can’t be good.

Harvey: Its going to be interesting to see how this all unfolds in the up coming week. But enough about that. Lets go to the ring for our next match up.

Jason Royce Vs Biggs


This would be a quick-paced match. Biggs opens up with a right hand that misses it's mark by a mile, allowing Royce to slip under and take Biggs down with a Russian leg sweep, before jumping into the air and dropping a leg over the new comers throat. Royce would stand up again, and go for a back body splash, but Biggs would throw up his knees! Pain is painted over the face of Royce, whom squints his eyes and grits his teeth as he rises to his feet. Jason Royce turns around to eat a flying right knee to the face by Biggs, planting him to the mat. Biggs rises his arms and garners some solid heel heat from the crowd.

Chase: I love this kid!

Biggs slaps the head of Jason Royce mocking him as he gets to his feet; but would be caught by a low blow from Royce. Biggs now doubled over; allows himself to be caught with a quick sunset flip into a pin!

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Harvey: Jason Royce is trying to end this early, perhaps Mayhem last Sunday has gotten to him.

Biggs is frantic by the close counts; and begins to nail Jason Royce with hand chops to the chest; sending Royce to rest against the ring ropes as he lights his chest up. Biggs wheels back, building yet more heat from the crowd before rushing forward; launching himself like a ballistic missile toward the chest of Jason Royce, but Royce avoids the drop kick hopping down onto the outside. Biggs head whip-lashes against the canvas, as Jason Royce leans over the ropes grabbing the feet of Bigs before launching himself over in a bridge pin.

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Chase: Biggs does it again!

Harvey: Biggs is sweating out right now, he nearly avoided that three count.

Biggs able to bridge himself out of the bridge pin; is now on his feet. Biggs slips out of the hold and grabs Jason Royce's neck, before slipping in a side headlock. Biggs charges up; and walks up the turn-buckle, before catching Royce with the sliced bread! Biggs eyes expand wide open, and immediately rises to his feet, charges up the turn-buckle. The cocky newcomer doesn't even have time to taunt, as he catches Jason Royce with the UFO frog splash! Biggs recoils from the maneuver, works his way around Jason Royce, allowing himself to get his feet on the ropes of extra leverage.

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Winner: Biggs

Biggs celebrates his victory as we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

“Iron Man” By Black Sabbath hit’s the PA and the arena fills with loud boo’s from the fans as The Hardcore Kid comes out, supporting a new look.

Harvey: The Hardcore Kid got himself a hair cut

Chase: He’s lookin good.

The Kid struts down to the ring for his match as Nicky Paige announces him.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring first, from Las Vegas Nevada. He is the APW Xtreme Champion, The HARD…CORE…KIDDDD!

The fans boo as The Kid ignores the boo’s. He gets to the ring and hops up on the ring apron and enters the ring. He walks to Nicky and takes the microphone from her.

Kid: Cut my Music.

The music cuts off and the Kid stands in the middle of the ring ready to address the crowd.

Kid: At Mayhem, I’ll admit, I got my ass kicked!

The crowd cheers

Kid: BUT…. After the show, I went home and I got to thinking about a few things. First thing, I’m sick and tired of being called, a “Kid.” I’m not a Kid anymore. Hell, I haven’t been a Kid for a long time. A 24 year old man isn’t a Kid. A Kid doesn’t hold the Xtreme title for 6 months. A Kid doesn’t become the longest reigning champion in APW. So, from this day from this day forward. I will no longer refer to myself as The Hardcore Kid. I will refer to myself by my real name……CHRIS CYRUS! Now Nicky, Introduce me again!

Chris hands her the mic

Paige: From Las Vegas Nevada, he is the APW Xtreme Champion….CHRIS….CYRUS!

Chris Cyrus raises his arm and title in the air and the fans boo then "Basic Thugonomics Remix" begins to play on the PA. The fans jump out of their seats cheering and Jesse Nunez bolts out through the curtain, posing on the stage.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, weighing 240 lbs. From Phoenix, Arizona, Jesse "The Prodigy" Nuñez!

Jesse does is usual entrance and gets into the ring and this match begins.

Jesse Nunez Vs Chris Cyrus


Both men stood in the ring looking at each other and as the bell rung the two men would go face to face not locking up, but going nose to nose and staring each other down. Nunez would take a step waving his hand in front of his face signifying "You can't see me.", this of course leads to Chris cold clocking Nunez over the face sending him tumbling into the ropes, but Nunez comes back and clotheslines Cyrus. He gets up quickly and looks over at Jesse who is smiling at him, rubbing his jaw. Cyrus comes at Nunez and Jesse moves out of the way tripping him on the way, sending Cyrus landing on his face in the middle of the ring. Nunez picks Cyrus up and goes for a suplex only to be countered and slammed down with a suplex of Cyrus's own. Cyrus hits the ropes and hits a leg drop right across Nunez' neck causing him to roll around on the mat in pain. Cyrus picks him up and delivers an uppercut straight to Nunez' chin which sends him falling backwards, but he goes for the clothesline that will send him tumbling over the ropes and out of the ring, but Jesse sees it coming and ducks pulling the bottom rope down sending Cyrus plummeting out of the ring. Nunez gets to his feet rubbing his chin and waiting for the Chris to get back into the ring and fight him. The ref begins to count.

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Cyrus gets back into the ring slowly and grumbles as both men stare each other down, Chris gets to his feet and both men lock up in the middle of the ring in a test of strength. Nunez pushes Chris into the ropes and then irish whips him into the ropes on the other side. Nunez who is about to clothesline Chris on his way back is surprised by Chris ducking underneath and then turning around and locking a full nelson, it was quite unsuspected and Nunez tries to fight his way out but Cyrus has it locked in tightly and won't let go. Nunez forces Chris into the ropes forcing him to release the hold, but it has already done its job. Nunez turns around and is knocked down by a drop kick to the legs. Nunez rolls on the floor holding his legs in pain as Chris goes for the pins.

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Jesse kicks out just barely, but Chris thinks the ref was counting too slowly and signals for the end of the match. He lifts him up for the Straight to Hell, but is surprised by "Come to Life" by Alterbridge hitting over the PA system. Pence appears standing on the entrance ramp and both men are confused to why this man would even be out here, but the fans don't care they are enjoying him being there. But a moments distraction is all that is needed, Jesse powers out of the hold and kicks him in the gut and lifts him up on his back. The crowd is going crazy as Jesse hits The 602 and knocks Cyrus down and goes for the pin.

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Winner via pinfall: Jesse Nunez!

As Jesse's music starts playing over the PA, Pence makes his way down to the ring and steps in. Both men stare at each other and the fans are waiting on their feet to see what is happening between these two wrestlers. Pence extends his hand to Nunez which confuses the Prodigy, but he shakes it anyway.

Pence: I wanted to be the first to tell you that I demanded you be put in the Test 4 The Best PPV #1 Contender match. I didn't want some PR guy telling you, so I came out here to tell you myself. Anyways good match and see you at Test 4 the Best.

Pence lets go of Nunez hand and gets out of the ring and walks back down to the entrance ramp. He turns around to look at Nunez and holds his belt up high for everyone to see as we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes back from commercial with President Jeff in his office with Streets Wilson by his side. The crowd boo’s and a knock is heard.

Jeff: Streets, answer that.

Streets goes over and opens the door, only to have Cindy Shannon come in.

Cindy: Jeff, I have something for you.

Jeff: What is it?

Cindy: A letter.

Jeff: From who?

Cindy: I think you should just read it.

Cindy hands Jeff the letter and leaves the room. Jeff opens it up and reads it out loud


HA...the APW, and President Jeff.

Obviously this letter is for you, but like all figure heads hungry for ratings I'm sure it will end up on the web, or put on television to promote and build hype. That’s fine because this situation unfolding before us deserves all the hype. A true ICON like myself deserves all the attention. Why do I deserve it, well let me explain. You see this place holds a sour spot in my heart. It like you Jeff disgusts me. I can't stand you arrogance. I can't stand your ethics. I can't stand the way you paraded around as a self proclaimed super hero. You have built this place up to something it isn't. You hold APW as if it where the best in the business. Well I'm sorry to inform you that it is far from that.

To be the best fed in town you must have the best talent in town. The APW is lacking an ICON. Well Jeffery...an ICON is making his way here. Legends are great, and wrestlers will come and go...but Jeffer's...ICONS LIVE FOREVER!!! The wrestling world has very few of these, and I above all others am the one true ICON. My record speaks for itself...and JEFF you know who I am. You know what I speak of. The things I'm capable are second to none.


Snap out of it Jeffey...I got you day dreaming, and wondering when it is I'm coming. You're pondering in your head right now about my arrival. Not for the ratings, but for the simple fact that I'm capable of crumbling your foundation here in APW. An ICON like myself makes things happen...a catalyst for greatness is what I am. I leave nothing up to fate...just make my own destiny. Jeff I figured I would take this time to give you a chance to suck up the glory once more. I figured I would take matters into my own hands. I knew that coming after you would boost my arrival into the spotlight. So like I said...this letter will be available for all to gaze upon. It's truly for them Jeff, you already know what the doctor has ordered. It's a Death Wish I'm dreaming of Jeffey-Poo...Death to the APW and it's founder...the clock is ticking. The time is drawing near...what does fate have in store for you JEFF.

Toodles...your friendly neighborhood Death Wish!!!


Jeff looks up from the letter, he and Streets look at each other and the camera fades out to ring side.

Chase: Doctor Phate is coming back to APW?

Harvey: That’s what it sounds like.

Chase: Phate walked out on us 6 months ago, why would he come back now?

Harvey: I think this is one of those things that we’ll find out more about next week.

Chase: This has got me curious.

Harvey: Let get your mind off it with our next match.

John Green vs. Mr. Strange


Both men are in the ring as the bell sounds and both men lock up in a test of strength, but Strange pushes John to the ropes and irish whips him to the other side and sends him crashing to the floor with a powerful punch to the face. John lays on the floor, clutching his face, the match already heading south for the ex-contender. Mr. Strange pushes himself off the ropes and delivers a leg drop to the midsection of John and then repeats with another leg drop to the midsection. John doubles over in pain holding his stomach as Mr. Strange begins to stomp on him and the fans can even hear him laughing, the fans begin to boo as Strange pays them no heed. He lifts John up to his feet, but is surprised by the resiliency of the ex-contender when John starts laying into him with lefts and rights. John then locks in a suplex and sends him crashing to the mat behind him, John begins to stomp on Strange, Strange continues to laugh even though clearly each shot is painful. Finally John lifts him up and kicks him in the stomach and performs a neck breaker on Strange. John taking advantage of the now weakened Strange goes to the top rope, John jumps off going for a flying elbow to the midsection of Strange, but Strange rolls out of the way and John his the mat screaming in pain holding his arm. Strange gets to his feet about the same time John does, but John is caught by a heavy clothesline which sends him tumbling over the top rope and to the floor below, Strange however doesn't wait for the ref to start counting. He gets out of the ring and begins to stomp on the prone John Green outside of the ring. The ref is shouting that it is enough, but Strange pays him no heed, the ref begins to count.


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Strange powers out of the small package and is generally angered by the quick think Green. He lifts Green up and begins laying into him with lefts and rights, but somehow John Green manages to stay up even as the punches are being layed into him. However, Strange who is beginning to think he has this in the bag is surprised by John green who grabs both of his arms and then pushes him into the ropes and irish whips him to the ropes on the other side. John Green performs a running neck breaker on Strange, sending him to the mat where he goes for the pin again.


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Strange kicks out and John begins to stomp on Mr. Strange as he had stomped on him earlier in the match. Mr. Strange gets up through the assault and John punches him in the face, but Strange looks back at him and laughs, which gives him a second of confusion from John. Mr. Strange locks in a chokeslam, and slams the confused John Green, causing the entire ring to shake, down to the mat below. Strange goes for the pin.

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Strange picks up the fighter one more time and repeats the choke slam and then begins to stomp on him. After about ten stomps Strange goes for the pin again.

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Strange growls and looks at the ref, the ref takes a few steps back as Strange picks John up, only to be surprised by a quick shot to the groin causing Strange to double over. The ref didn't see the low blow, but sure as hell Strange felt the assault. John locks in The Head Splitter in his moment of weakness and sends the man crashing to the mat face forward. John goes for the pin.


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John Green celebrates as the camera go backstage. The scene opens on Cindy and Pence standing in the hall way.

Cindy: Hello there ladies and gentlemen I am here now with the APW World Heavyweight champion, Pence Weatherlight and I'm just wondering about how you feel about Level One claiming to be injured in his match with Crazy Man and that being the reason why he lost you you. What are your thoughts?

The fans go crazy as they see Pence standing there stroking the beard which is growing on his face.

Pence: Its simple how I feel Cindy, it is real simple. I feel like that two timing son of a bitch is nothing more than a fucking liar. There is no way in hell that I believe anything he says about himself being injured prior to our match and there is no way in hell I believe he is forced to be in a wheel chair.
screw that guy, I don't believe it and it just doesn't seem right. He did not sustain enough injury in the match with us at Mayhem so there is no way that there is any truth to what he is saying.

Cindy: That is a pretty bold statement, but can you prove it?

Pence: Not at this time, but most likely in the future I will have the evidence necessary to prove to the fans out there that Level One is doing nothing, but what he did when he was champion. Deceiving and manipulating them to his end. Now if you will excuse me, I have a match to go participate in.

Cindy: No problem, Pence thanks for your time.

Pence: No problem.

The scene fades to black as Pence walks off towards the ring.

Chase: Its main event time…NEXT!

Overdrive goes to commercial

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes back from commercial

Chase: What an exciting night we had

Harvey: And I just got word that President Jeff wants to address Max Carter after the following match

Chase: Great, what’s he going to do now, beat him up again!

Harvey: Max surprised all of us at Mayhem with his wrestling.

Chase: Eitherway, Its main event time and I’m pumped!

Shadow Vs Pence Weatherlight

The bell is rung, both men stare at each-other not in a rush to start the match. Shadow, with a grin across his face pace’s back and forth around the ring. Pence, hop’s up on the rope taunting the fans who repays him with cheers. Pence , hopes down from the ropes as Shadow charges from behind wailing on the back of Pence, swinging his hands heavily. Pence falls to his knees, and Shadow picks him back up. Shadow hits a few chest chops and Irish whips Pence , into the ropes. But Pence hooks his arm’s around the ropes, staring at Shadow who has a big grin across his face.

Chase: Good work by Pence Weatherlight on the rebound.

Shadow & Pence circle the ring. Pence, grabs Shadow’s legs trying to pull him to the mat. Shadow does fall, and grabs Pence by the waist. Pence, stands up and slips out grabbing Shadow’s right hand behind his back. Pence,, than makes the swift transition from a arm wrench from behind the back into a back bull-dog sending Shadow face first into the mat. Pence gets to his feet, as Shadow slowly pulls himself up. Pence, waists no time and his a DDT spiking Shadow’s head into the mat. Pence, follows up with the pin.

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Chase: The champ was looking for an early win here

Harvey: Shadow is tough. Undefeated in APW, its gonna take a lot more to take him down

Pence erupts in anger, and immediately argues with the ref. Shadow slowly makes his way back to his feet. Pence turns around and Shadow is back up. Shadow goes for a clothesline, but Pence ducks under hitting a huge German Suplex on Shadow, Pence gets the bridge, and the ref counts.

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Shadow, struggles but somehow manages to get up from the bridge. Shadow is on his feet, with Pence’s arms around Shadow's waist. Shadow uses his hands to try to loosen the grip, but Pence has his arms wrapped around Shadow very tight. Shadow uses his body size to push Pence back into the turn-buckle. Shadow begins to ram Pence’s back into the turn-buckle as the fans begin to cheer. Shadow does it a couple of times, but Pence doesn’t loosen up the grip. Pence smiles, as the thinks up an idea. Holding Shadow, he steps back onto the top turn-buckle. Pence than advances one step higher, and Shadow now stands onto the turn-buckle as well.

Chase: What the hell? What hell is Pence Weatherlight thinking?

Harvey: Pence, Is looking to put out the Overdrive champ. Literally!

Pence looks behind him, as he goes to lift Shadow for a German Suplex off the top-rope to the out-side! But Shadow hooks his leg around the ropes below. Shadow keeping his balance, begins to swing elbow’s into the face of Pence. Pence manages to hold on, and Shadow nod’s his head. Shadow takes one swift jump, throwing himself back first. Shadow lands on Pence, who smashes his back onto the concrete out-side! Shadow, cushioned the blow, by landing on Pence’s chest. Pence, on the other-hand is rolling on the mat screaming in pain. The fans begin to chant, ‘’Holy shit’’ as the ref begins to count.

Chase: What the hell was that? I think Pence Weatherlight might have just broken his back.

Harvey: Pence didn’t break his back. Shadow broke Pence’s god damn back!

Shadow rolls around on the concrete making it to his feet. Pence, is screaming in pain grabbing his back. The ref, is at a two count. Shadow picks up Pence, and throws him back first into the barricade. Pence, leans back first against the barricade as Shadow begins to wale throwing right hands into his face. The ref is at a six, and Shadow just continues to stomp, and beat on Pence.

Chase: Wow, I think that’s what Shadow needed to come back and pull this victory.

Harvey: Shadow is hardcore, and he’ll push the limits when he need be.

The referee at the count of 8, but Shadow rolls in & back out restarting the count. Pence, lay’s back first beat up against the barricade. Shadow picks up Pence, and tosses him into the ring apron back first, and then into the ring. Shadow stands out-side the ring, taunting to the crowd who gives Shadow a cheer. Shadow turns his attention back into the ring, were Pence struggles to his feet his neck hangs over the ropes as he attempts to make his way back to a vertical base. Shadow sees this and hops up on the apron, and delivers a big boot across the skull to Pence knocking him back over. Shadow crawls back in the ring & follows up with a weak cover.

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Shadow wasting no time, begins to stomp on Pence. Shadow than picks up Pence, and floors him a Back Suplex. Pence rolls on the mat, holding his back in pain. Shadow picks up Pence, and tosses him into the turn-buckle back first continuing his assault on Pence’s back. Shadow taunts, and than charges at Pence but Pence manages to get an elbow In Shadow's face. Pence than tires to hit, Shadow with the Heavy Artillery but Shadow shoves Pence into the ropes chest first. Pence holds onto the ropes, as Shadow cracks a smile. Pence looks straight at, Pence holding his back in pain.

Pence, shrugs off Shadow and leaves the ring. The crowd boo’s a bit, and Pence goes over to the time keepers table and grabs the world title. Shadow watches on, and Pence climbs back into the ring with the world title in hand, and the fans cheer as this match is about to go hardcore. The ref stops him as Pence argues with him and the crowd boo’s the ref

Chase: What the hell Is Pence trying to do here?

Harvey: I don’t know, but he’s got a plan! And it should work.

The ref struggles with Pence, and takes the World title away. The ref soon does. The ref reaches under the rope handing the belt back to the time keeper. Pence runs into the ref knocking him down and out the ring. The fans cheer

Chase: What the hell? What the hell is that for!

Harvey: I don’t know, but wait look at Shadow!

Pence turns around, and Shadow swings at Pence with a steel chair. Pence ducks under and than runs under the bottom rope stand over the ref. Pence smiles, and Shadow who holds the steel chair in his hands. Pence picks up the World title, and holds it close to his chest. He than hops up on the apron. Shadow comes running, slamming the chair down trying to hit Pence, but Pence hops down off the apron. Pence than jumps back up quickly smashing the hardcore championship across Shadow's face, and Shadow split open. Shadow drops the steel chair and falls to the mat flat on his back. Fans cheer as they see blood

Chase: This is about to get brutal

Harvey: With no ref around, we can only assume.

Pence rolls back into the ring, tossing the chair making the pin. But there’s no ref! The crowd counts along.

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Shadow kicks-out anyways! Shadow bloodied, raises his head up of the mat with a sick & twisted smile on his face. Pence, with a look of fear on his face begins to wale on Shadow smashing his fist against his skull. Pence’s punches only seem to fuel Shadow, Shadow grabs Pence’s arm, and slowly gets up. Pence watches worried, as he begins to Kick Shadow In his ribs trying to stop him. But Shadow grabs his foot, Shadow trips up Pence by his feet as Pence falls back first onto the mat.

Chase: I think a switch has just went off in Shadow's head, He’s got control of Pence here!

Harvey: John, The blood has fueled Shadow in this match. Pence has only helped him out here.

With the leg in hand, Shadow grabs Pence’s other leg and turns him over and locks in the Boston crab. Pence screams as his back in still in major pain. Pence reaches for the ropes and it no where’s close. Pence tries to power out with his legs but can’t. Pence then grabs Shadow’s ankle, forcing Shadow to lose his balance and fall forward. Pence twist around and locks in the Ankle Lock on Shadow. Pence wraps his legs around Shadows leg as he keeps twisting the Ankle. Shadow screams as he slides himself to the ropes and finally grabs on to it. But there’s no ref and Pence isn’t letting go.

Chase: There’s no rules now!

After a few seconds, Pence gets up and stomps on Shadow and picks up the chair. He waits for Shadow to get up and as he does, Pence runs with the chair and Shadow big boots the chair into Pence’s face. Pence is down and Shadow falls over. Shadow crawls over and covers Pence, but there’s no ref, but the crowd counts


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Chase: We need a ref out here.

Pence and Shadow get to their feet and exchange punches and Shadow throws Pence into the ropes and Pence reverses it and Shadow comes back and Pence catches Shadow in a Sleeper Hold and jumps up on his back. Shadow is quick to counter by falling back into the corner, crushing Pence. Shadow elbows Pence in the face and then throws him over to the opposite corner. Shadow runs and Pence moves. Shadow hit’s the corner chest first and Pence turns him around and sets him up on the top rope and super plexes him. Pence signals for the end. He waits on Shadow and as he gets up, Pence goes for his finisher, the Heavy Artillery, but Shadow elbows out of it. Shadow runs off the ropes and Pence spears him. Pence goes for a cover and notice the ref is still out. Pence then begins climbing to the top rope and as he gets to the top, Shadow is up and he hit’s the ropes and Pence falls crotch first. The ref is finally up and gets into the ring as Shadow grabs Pence and takes him out of the corner in the set up for the Eclipse. But before he can do the move, out of no where, Mr. Strange is in the ring and he nails Shadow with a spear and starts attacking him. The ref has no choice but to call for the bell. Strange then picks up the chair from earlier and nails Pence between the eyes. The ref is able to get Strange off of both men. The crowd boo’s Strange.

Chase: Strange ruined a perfectly great main event!

The ref gets Strange out of the ring. Shadow and Pence both slowly get up

Nicky: The winner of this match, as a result of a disqualification….SHADOW!

Winner by DQ: Shadow

The ref raises Shadow’s arm and Pence stares at Strange as we go to our final commercial of the night

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes back and “Raining Blood” by Slayer hit’s the PA and President Jeff comes out with Streets Wilson by his side.

Chase: What do you think Jeff wants to talk to Max about?

Harvey: I don’t know, but it can’t be good.

Jeff gets down to the ring and enters it along with Streets.

Paige: Ladies and Gentleman. The owner of APW, President Hurricane Jeff!

Take takes the microphone from Nicky and his music cuts out.

Jeff: I’m not gonna waste any time, Max, can you come out here?


After a few seconds, his Max’s music hits



Max comes out in his suit and tie and makes his way to the ring and cautiously enters it.

Jeff: Don’t worry Max, I’m not here to fight, I just want to talk, man to man for a second. After losing at Mayhem, I realized something. I have no reason to be angry. The fans can boo me if they want, but I realized, I’m a lucky person. I’m in good health. I own APW and everything its been through, its still standing strong. Its it because of all the fans and the wrestlers in the back.

Chase: Is Jeff having a change of heart?
Harvey: Shhh, listen

Jeff: See, about a year ago, I turned on everyone, and why? Because of the Cancers that came into APW. I’m talking about people like Kenny Lambardo, Trevor Blackwell, Spirit, to name a few. I gave them the opportunity to come together, one last time, like the old days. I took care of them and what did each and every one of them do, they all stabbed me in the back and made me look to be the bad guy. They tried to run APW out of business. But guess what, they ran themselves out of business. Back in the WWC days, I hated those guys. And in APW, I put personal hate aside to do business, but in the long run, its something about them that brings out the bad in me. And after Mayhem, I realized that those guys, there not around anymore. There not effecting APW what so ever. So I asked myself, why am I made. Why do I make people’s lives hell. Well guess what, I had no answer. So Max, I want to apologize to you with how I acted over the past few weeks. I want to apologize to the fans to for being a jerk. Max, you’re a great GM, you’re the man for the job and I want to give you full 100% control power over the show.
Streets looks at Jeff

Jeff: Its ok Streets. Max, I don’t have time to devote all my time to this, especially now, with the mind games of same guy referring to himself as “Death Wish.” And I promise you rid of him. But for now Max, the show is yours. Lets go Streets.

Jeff hands Max the mic and he and Streets leave the ring. Streets no sure how to act to this as they go through the curtain.

Max: I’m not sure what to say about that. But thanks Jeff, we’ll see if your true to your word. But now that I don’t have to worry about any decision that I make now. Test for the Best. July 5th. A big night for one lucky superstar. 8 wrestlers will fight in a Single Elimination Tournament where the winner will be guaranteed a world title shot at Shockwave in August.

Fans cheer

Max: All week, I’ve been getting emails, text messages from the guys in the back, asking, “Am I in the Test for the Best Tournament” Well, right now, I’m going to announce the entire card. First, the Tournament. In no particular Order, the competitors are

John Green

Jason Royce

Biggs

Johnny Hardcore

Slade Craven

Jesse Nunez

Streets Wilson

And a Mystery 8th person that will be announced at Test for the Best.

Chase: Who could it be?

Max: Also, every title will be on the line. The Overdrive title, Shadow will defend against Number One Contender, Mr. Strange. And The Xtreme title will be on the line with The Hardcore Kid or Chris Cyrus, what ever you want to call yourself, will defend your title against, Assassin!

The fans cheer

Max: And for the World Title, the new APW World Champ, Pence Weatherlight will defending and Level One, injured or not.

The fans cheer

Max: A big event this……

Just then a road agent rushes down to the ring. He gets into the ring and whispers something to Max. Max drops the mic and exit’s the ring.

Harvey: What’s going on?

The camera peels out from the live crowd, and quickly jumps to the parking lot. The camera moving forward quickly stumbles upon a body laid out onto the stone cold concrete. Upon further investigation, it's Pence Weatherlight. Sprawled out onto the concrete; with his free hand he clutches his world title even while unconscious.

Max Carter hearing the news; had rushed through the back halls bumping into stage hands, wrestlers, and anyone else who couldn't care less unless it was their job to do so. Max Carter painted like a dog on his last breath and by the time he got to the parking lot he could already hear the sirens blasting through the air.

Max Carter looked at his fallen champion and the game of 100 questions quickly flipped through his head. Who could've done this? Who did this? Why? The suspect list was large, too large in-fact to pick out a single name out of the top of his head with-out investigating the matter first. Max Carter cursed under his breath; the ambulance roared down the ramp leading into the large parking lot. The sirens bouncing off the solid brick walls, made the car alarms look amateur.

The EMT'S quickly hopped out of their truck, pushing Max Carter far off to the side. They loaded the champion up, strapped him tightly onto his board, before placing him into the ambulance. Max ran his hands through his hair; and as he paced back and forth he noticed a man sitting by himself in the corner. A homeless man, his coat ripped, his hair Grey well before his age, and he wears a dirt mask on his face. He knows he shouldn't be here, so quickly he approaches the man.

''Hey, you. What are you doing here?''

The homeless man is startled, but Max Carter wouldn't allow himself to miss out on a perfect lead.

''Did you see what went on down here?''

The homeless man nodded his head side to side. He was going to give him information and didn't even have the heart to charge him for it.

''I heard a few sounds. Like pow, pow, swoosh! It was a scuffle but I didn't see a darn thing. Five 'O' so minutes after the scuffle, I saw's a man wheeling away in a chair. That's it.''

Max Carter's face went stone. There wasn't that many people he knew that strolled around in wheel chairs, unless you count the newest addition to the injury list. Digging into his pocket Max Carter pulls out a twenty dollar bill placing it into the mans hand.

''Thanks, you have helped out a lot''

Max Carter turns and watches as the ambulance carries his world champion away, until the sirens are consumed by distance itself.

The curtain falls; the show is over.