Overdrive - San Jose, California (11/18/09)

[President Jeff]

The camera opens up with President Hurricane Jeff standing in front of the camera

Jeff: Tonight I have to sadly inform you that I will not be at the arena here tonight due to a family emergency. I am in my office here at the APW Headquarters in Toronto and I taking this time to give you all a message. For the past two weeks, I went on television, in front of millions of people and I made the biggest challenge in this business history. I challenge a man from another promotion, I called out President Mac from the EWC. For the past 2 weeks, Mac has yet to answer my challenge. He cowardly avoided the challenge. Mac can run, but he can’t hide. Because This Monday Night, I will confront Mac Face to Face. This Monday marks the return of EWC’s Monday Night Brawl. And with it being the return of it, I know Mac will be at the arena that night. So This Monday, I will go to Monday Night Brawl, I will confront Mac and I will make him accept my challenge. Mac, I know your watching. Listen to me carefully. You will accept my challenge. You will fight me at Christmas Chaos and you will take the beating that you deserve. Mac, Thru Howling Winds And Pouring Rain, You Will Fear..The Hurricane!

The camera fades into the Overdrive intro video

The video ends and pyro shoots from the stage and the Overdrive theme song continues to play as fans stand from their seats, cheering and holding up their signs, showing off for the home audience. The camera stop on the voices of Overdrive, Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase.

Harvey: Welcome everyone to Wednesday Night Overdrive!

Chase: We are a month away from Christmas Chaos and I can’t wait for it.

Harvey: Tonight we have a block buster main event. Biggs teams up with Victor Hades to take on Pence Weatherlight and Shadow

Chase: Its sure to be a great match.

Harvey: Also tonight, two former APW World Champions will battle it out as Michael Lively takes on John Green.

Chase: Lets stop wasting time and get to our first match


"The Cult Of Personality" by Living Color blares over the loudspeakers sending the fans of APW into a frenzy.

Chase: Here we go Harv, should be a good one.

Harvey: Yeah these two are perfectly matched in size and skill, I'm amped for this one.

Paige: Hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin standing at 6'2", and weighing in at 234 pounds...he is EDDIE ZION!!!

The man steps out as the fans cheer for action. He looks upon the jam packed arena with a glimpse of a smile on his face. As he soaks it all in the man then takes his stride toward the ring. With a spring in his step he peppers his way up the steps and across the ring apron. The man climbs the outside of the ring post, and looks out to the fans holding one solid fist in the air. He then leaps into the ring, waiting for his opponent as the light then dim.

Paige: Hailing from Dallas Texas...

"Coming Alive" by Chimaira then erupts on the speakers, as do the fans.

Paige: Standing at 6'2", and weighing at 235 pounds...here is the Assassin!!!


Assassin walks out onto the ramp. The tilts his head to the left slightly as he runs his right hand along his mask staring in front of him at the crowd. Assassin slowly makes his way down the ramp refusing to shake hands with the fans as he makes his way down the ramp climbing into the ring. Assassin steps through the ropes and walks across the ring until he climbs onto the middle turnbuckle and lowers his head. Assassin raises his head up spraying out a colored mist towards the crowd before jumping off the turnbuckle as he turns back towards his opponent.

Chase: We have the bell!

Harvey: Here we go...

ASSASSIN VS EDDIE ZION

Both men circle and then lock up. The power struggle ends up with Assassin’s back against the ropes as Zion seems to get the better of the exchange. The two then seem to bare down even more as the struggle ensues with a back and forth shift as they jockey for position ending up with Zion in the corner. Assassin tries to head the refs warning letting go of his grip. Zion slips a back elbow into the mans face, then trades places with him slamming him against the turn buckles. Zion drives a few stiff boots to his opponents mid section and then Irish Whips the man across the ring. He charges forward to follow and catches a very large boot to the face. Zion hits the mat, and rolls to the side. Assassin comes free from the corner as Zion gets to his feet. With a simple hand full of hair Assassin takes his opponent and rams the mans head off the top turn buckle a few times, and then hooks him in a back body drop. They both hit the mat as Eddie Zion arches up in pain. Assassin gets to his feet, and drives a boot home to bring the arch back down to the mat giving Zion something else to think about.

Assassin takes a step back measuring his opponent as he tries to rise. The big Texan then hits the opposite rope setting up for a nasty charging clothesline. Zion gets up turns around and nails the man right in the face.

Chase: HOLY COW, what a gorgeous dropkick there!

Harvey: Perfectly timed, using Assassins momentum against him.

The Texan hits the mat, tries to sit up and shake off the cob webs but eats a sit out double leg kick to the face. Zion wasting no time hooks the mans legs and goes for the pin.
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Foot on the rope from Assassin.

Zion gets up not even concerned with the near fall only focused on what to deliver next as for punishment. He drags up his opponent, hooks his arm over the mans head, and hoists him high in the air with a standing suplex position. He steps forward to the middle of the ring, and then drops the man violently to the mat with a Brain buster. He floats over and very arrogantly covers the man with a pin.

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Chase: That’s two pin attempts by Zion this guy is impressive.

Harvey: Yeah, trying to show the boys in the back what he has to bring to the table.

Zion gets frustrated this time with the pin and locks the man in a side headlock. He cranks on it for a moment as Assassin ties to power up to his knees. Zion squeezes the headlock on even harder making it hard for the Texan to battle out. The man eventually makes it to his feet, and breaks the hold with three stiff elbows, and the uses of the ropes to whip him off. Assassin leaps into the air almost ripping his opponents head off with a nasty lariat clothesline. Both men laid out on the mat as the fans begin to scream trying to rally behind Assassin. The Texan the makes it to one knee as the crowd erupts. Zion then begins to stir as well, they both make it to their feet. Zion facing the crowd gets hooked by Assassin and flipped back ward with a release German suplex. Zion hits the mat rolls over to his knees, shakes off the pain momentarily ands charges toward Assassin who locks the charging man into a belly to belly suplex and slams him to the mat with force. He quickly hooks the legs of Zion and gets his first pin fall attempt of the match.

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Chase: What a match here this evening both men showing heart, and dedication.

Harvey: Yeah dedicated to not have a Loss on their record.

Assassin drags the man up to his feet, and delivers a few knife edge chops to his chest. Zion battles back with a few rights, and they then get into a full exchange of blows back and forth. Assassin then takes advantage of the situation by drilling the man in the mid section, hooking real fast and then unveiling a brutal power bomb on Zion. The ref jumps from the force of that move as the canvass bounced. The loud thud stunned their crowd as they popped with excitement from the noise. Assassin staggers backward from the force, and then clears his thoughts as he ascends to the top rope. The man steadies his feet and then leaps out with a beautiful shooting star press.

Harvey: This could be it...he nailed his finisher.

Chase: The ref in position for the pin as Assassin hooks both the mans legs.

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Your Winner: ASSASSAN!!!!

Assassin celebrates his victory as we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

Do you want to know where my head is at?

The video package opens up to a shot of a large elogant building, which overlooks a better part of the city. Some say, it was built for the richest of people whom choose to wine and dine in luxury, but most would aruge, it was built for a champion. A classicical camera trick, immeddiately takes us into the highest level of the large structure and into the penthouse, greeted by an old familar face at the door.

''Come on in''

The shot then changes into a large forte; where the champions many accolades remained stuffed in behind a black incasement. Beside the eloquent display, various boxes camp out which contained many other awards and trinkets, none worthy of observation in the champions eye. While he wasn't nessarily ashamed of them; they simply didn't hold enough prestige to be proud about.

Level-One admires the case; full with trophies, plaques, and replicas of old championships he has won over his short, yet sucessful career. Over his shoulder, he boasts the APW world championship proudly, clearly trying to appeal to the cameras. Turning around he smiles at the camera, extending his hand to the far side, as if he was presenting a on-stage preformer.

''Do you see this this? The trophies, the metals, the plagues and the championships? This isn't me being cocky, it's me reminding a select few of you, who may have forgotton''

He delivered his message calmly. The glow of his sucesss, keeping him cool and calm, yet on the verge of exploding. You never really knew what you could expect, from the APW world champion, especially in his own home.

''Who could've forgotton? How about anyone who has taken me one on one in the past year? There isn't anyone willing to admit, I am above and beyond their ability—perhaps it's denial that keeps them safe or the lies manage to make their skewed thinking, half truth; but whatever it is, it isn't healthy. It's clear to me, that Slade Craven has been showing all these qualities''

Level-One looks up in his display case. The APW world championship replica; dated on the night of Rasslemania where he had won to the date of Mayhem where it all had ended, nearly quickly as it began. He can't help but smile.

''Slade Craven, I don't know what you are banking on this match, I don't know if you see a weakness in me, that simply doesn't exist. All I know is, that if you expect the same handout Pence Weatherlight got, you are deeply mistaken. We have established that I can and already have beaten you; now the question is, do you want to go through this all again?

''Things haven't changed much, Slade. In fact, I've grown. I admit for the past few months, I have became content with all my sucesss. I accepted it and I cherished it as something great. I swam in the deep end of my success and I underestimated the shallow end which failure often swims; and for a second, Slade... for a mere second, I almost drowned. I almost turned around and walked away, but I didn't.

I didn't because I am not done here. I'll never be done. See, Slade...''

Extending his hand, he lifts off the camera, and moves out of the frame, catching a full shot of the large display at hand, his voice now sneaking up behind the rear side of the camera.

''I want more of this and it's as simple as that. Call me greedy, call me selfish---hell might as well as even call me Level-One, but isn't going to change a damn thing, Slade. I may have something you want, but I have something, I don't want to give up—I refuse too.

The rein of Level-One is going to be long one, maybe next year, they'll be tired of feeding me the entire roster and you might, just might, receive another title shot again. The outcome however Slade, will always be the same. You aren't on my level; and this isn't a game.

You have three weeks to decide your fate. To sit down and really think it over and ask yourself, if what you are willing to go through is worth it. And if you manage to lie to yourself to the point where this match is nothing more then a blessing? Then it'll go on as planned. I'll still be world champion, and you?

You'll be slurping pourage through a straw; while your family enjoys the smell of a turkey dinner''

Level-One leans over into the camera and smiles.

''Merry Christmas''

The frame slowly faded to black; but the glow of success still shines behind the darkness.

[President Jeff]

The fans roar with disapproval as live on the tron clouding their vision is the most hated man in professional wrestling Michael Lively. With a smug look on his face, and a confident oozing from his pours the man looks deep into the camera pointing his direction.

Lively: TONIGHT...you limp wristed, pansy ass, half dead, mentally challenged douche bags will be privileged like you never have been before.

The people boo with hate.

Lively: Live here on Overdrive, you people get to witness greatness. I am not sure what you have done to earn this great honor, none the less it is bestowed upon you either way. So with that being said, you people listen closely.

The fans roar even louder then before.

Chase: They hate this man...

Harvey: So do I, screw this Jerkwad.

Chase: Amen to that...Amen to that!

Lively: Later on tonight you may be, scream, rant and rave all you wish as I enter the arena. You may show your hate in ways that you senseless idiots love to do. Know this though, during my match I need complete silence, I wish for your utmost attention. As tonight in that very ring I will be under going a very intense surgical procedure.

The fans shower this man with hate and break out in the famous "FUCK YOU JESUS" chant. The man just eats it up, and continues talking.

Lively: You see this surgical procedure will be complicated, it will be intense and I must focus all my attention on it. Tonight I try to pull John Greens head out of his ass. Live on TV I try yet once again to do the unthinkable. I try to revive the career of the former world champion. I try to snap this waste of sperm out of the coma he has been in for the last year. It will be a very tricky and complex surgery so if you could people show some respect...because once again the JESUS will be expected to perform miracles...

The fans boo and cuss the JESUS as he simply smirks with pleasure and then strikes the I am JESUS pose to grant him even more disdain.


The camera fades to black settling the fans down for a moment as they get relief from Michael Lively. Then the loud sound of a throat clearing can be heard as the scene snaps back to life once more showing the JESUS.

Lively: You people thought you were done with me...please I have more to say, now shut the HELL UP!!!

This does exactly the opposite but being backstage Lively just overpowers them by talking anyways until they calm down.

Lively: Now since I have addressed my preschool type opponent tonight, and explained the importance of what I will be engaged in let me now move on to another important topic of discussion...Chris Cyrus!

The fans boo him as well.

Lively: Wow, a real pickle you ****heads will be in...hate him, hate me...trust me I am sure the hate will swing my direction. Now Cyrus you have been able to talk up a mean game, almost convincing me that you could care less about our upcoming match at Christmas Chaos. Then last week you inserted yourself in my business, you intervened in my match, hell you even cost me the win. I'm sure when it was all said and done, when you ran to the back hiding under Biggs security blanket the Beast you found enough time to reach around and pat yourself on the back.

I hope you don't take that pride and think that maybe you have gotten over on me. I hope that that little stunt you pulled doesn't boost your ego making you feel as if you really stand a chance now. WHen the bell rings for our match, and the brutality of what I bring forth slaps you in the face like the last dick you tired to engulf, the thing that brought you to the dance will be unleashed. Finally you will have to resort back to the ways that you so desperately resent. You will be forced to get Xtreme the problem will be that you have done it just a tad bit too late. I'm taking your title, I'm ruining your reputation, and leaving you in a pile of your own shit Chris...this is fact. When they look back on you it won't be how great you run was, or how trend setting you tired to be not getting Xtreme, the thing they will remember, it will forever burned in the minds of all who witness the PPV is just how bad Michael Lively destroyed you. The lack of remorse I showed on your carcass, as I brought the division back into it's rightful place. They will talk about how I gave the Xtreme title a rebirth, I make it rise from the ashes of ruin that you seem to have overcast upon it. Cyrus, a serious war has built up with your first strike, I hope you have what it takes to make it out alive. Like those nasty Japs when they bombed Pearl Harbor I think you haven't really thought it through...but when the gore of your own blood spills on the mat, and the Prelude explodes on you like Hiroshima...then and only then will you realize that defending against me was a deadly decision, one that in the end will sot you a lot my friend, including that precious title!

Lively once again strikes that pose, and then tells the cameraman that indeed this time he is done and the cameras go to the ring for the next match

Jason Royce Vs Mark Moment

The two lock up in the middle of the ring with Mark taking Jason down with a arm drag. They lock up again and again, Mark takes Jason down with an Arm Drag. The go to lock up again, and this time, Jason kicks Mark in the gut and punches him to the corner and then chops him before throwing him into the ropes and connects with a jumping leg lariat. Jason goes for a cover and gets a 2 count. Jason lifts Mark up and gives him a few forearm shots to the face and brings him to the ropes. Mark reverses an Irish Whip and as Jason comes back, Mark catches him with a Hurricanrana into a pin.
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Kick Out

Both are back up and Mark ducks a clothesline and comes off the ropes and takes Jason down with a cross body into a cover, but Mark only gets a 2 count. Mark pulls Jason up and puts him into the corner and gives him a few kicks to the ribs and then throws him into the opposite corner. Mark then runs and jumps on Jason’s chest and does a back flip. Jason then runs out of the corner and takes Mark’s head off with a clothesline. Jason picks Mark up and pushes him to the corner. Jason runs and gets a knee into Mark’s face, then grabs Mark’s head and Bulldogs Mark out of the corner. Jason covers.
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Kick Out

With Mark down, Jason climbs the top rope but Mark is up and hit’s the ropes and Jason falls crotch first. Mark climbs the ropes and hooks Jason up, Super plexing him off the top. Mark goes on the ring apron and springboards off the ropes and catches Jason with a Tornado DDT and covers him
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Mark waits for Jason to get up and as he does, Jason runs at Mark who gives him a drop toe hold into the middle ropes. Mark runs and goes for the 619, but Jason catches him and then carries him to the middle of the ring and lifts him up for the GTS, but Mark fights it and lands behind Jason and rolls him up in a school boy
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Mark kicks Jason and brings him to the corner and chops him then Jason pokes Mark in the eyes and gives Mark a kick to the head. Mark does down and Jason pulls him up and throws him into the corner, but Mark reverses it. Jason hit’s the corner and Mark runs at him, but Jason moves and Mark hit’s the corner chest first. Jason hooks Mark up with a backslide
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Winner: Jason Royce

Jason celebrates as Mark tries explaining to the ref that Jason used the ropes as we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

We come back from commercial with the scene opening up backstage with the AKA and Assassin in their dressing room. Shadow sits on a bench taping up his wrist.

Slade: Big win tonight for you Assassin.

Assassin: I needed that win. But you, your getting a shot at the world title in a month.

Slade: I’ve been waiting for this moment since that day Level One beat me back in March.

Shadow: Someone needs to take Level One down. Knock him off his high horse and make him realize that he isn’t as great as he may think he is, and the one man who can do that is you Slade.

Slade: Level One got lucky the first time he beat me. I made one small mistake and Level One took advantage, but not this time. See, its time for a new champion. Its time for a new face to APW. And Level One has been ruling APW all year. Its time it gets put to an end. I’m tired of Level One and I know everyone else is.

Assassin: You got that right.

Shadow: Slade, we’ve got your back and our support. I’ve seen you on you’re “A” game, and if you bring that at Christmas Chaos, Level One is going to kiss that title good bye.

Slade: Not only will he kiss his title Good bye, he’ll be kissing his career good bye as well.

Shadow goes back to getting ready for his match as we go to the ring


"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: Introducing first, weighing in at 265 pounds, from Atlanta, Georgia, “The Retribution Killer” John Green!

John Green walks down to the ring, making a straight b-line to the ring, seemingly not observing a single thing in front of him.

Harvey: I really hope John Green teaches Michael Lively a lesson here tonight.

Chase: Michael Lively is coming off a tough loss; and John Green hasn't been himself in quite sometime; I say the edge is leaning towards Lively in a big way, tonight.

Paige: Introducing his challenger, from Ft. Lauderdale Florida, weighing in at 225 pounds, he is the White Lion…MICHAEL LIVELY!

AFI Misseria Cantare begins to play The lights are dim, and the stage flickers with blue strobbing lights to the beat. Snow flakes begins to fall all through the arena, and the walkway is filled with smoke. The strobing light beat to the music, and then as the lights flicker again the figure of a hooded figure can be seen. The I am JESUS pose is given then the hood is flipped back reveling Michael Lively as blue sparks shoot up from the floor behind him. Lively then begins to walk the ramp to the music, rolls into the ring, walks to the ropes in-between two ring posts, climbs the second, leaning against the top, holding his title in the air, as snow falls around him, and the ring glows blue. Lively drops down strike the pose again embracing the overwhelming boo's from the crowd.

MICHAEL LIVELY VS JOHN GREEN

The bell is rung, as Lively strikes two solid strides striking the Jesus Pose right in the direction of John Green; who stares back at Michael Lively, with not even the slightest sign of life in his eyes. Michael Lively, holds the pose in frame as John Green takes a few steps forward, causing Michael Lively to drop his arms in anticipating for John Green's sudden rush, but no such thing comes. This frustrates the crowd and Michael Lively himself, who paws at John Green with an open palm slap, sending the crowd in a wave of boos.

Harvey: What a disgusting display of sportsmanship by Michael Lively, here tonight!

Chase: You didn't expect anything less from our former world champion now, did you? This is Michael Lively's style, and it's why you hate him for it!

John Green lowers his head, gripping his teeth before whipping his head straight up once again, but is only met by another slap by Michael Lively, this time much harder then the last. John Green takes a few steps back upon it's recoil, before swinging back with a wild right, which Lively easily ducks and takes off for the outside ropes. Lively darts through them, escaping to the outside with a smile on his face. John Green steps forward, eagerly approaching Michael Lively, who laughs it up. John Green chases Michael Lively around the ring, as Lively approaches the steel steps. Michael Lively, uses the steps to propel him self behind the charging John Green, who smashes his knee caps into the steel steps. Michael Lively kips up in the air, putting his boots to the back of John Green sending him tumbling over the silver obstacle.

Harvey: I must say, that was a very innovative move by Michael Lively, there.

Chase: This is vintage Michael Lively. He knows John Green simply isn't on his level, especially tonight, and is toying with him. It seems to be working, to add insult to injury.

Michael Lively, rolls back into the ring, and leans against the far side rope, admiring his work. John Green is rest on his knees; smashing his fist against the ring apron. John Green pays no attention as he pulls himself to his feet and ascends the ring apron. Michael Lively charges forward with a shoulder block, catching John Green in his sternum. John Green bends through the middle rope, and Michael Lively charges the ropes, allowing him to gather speed upon it's recoil. Michael Lively flips over the top rope, grabbing John Green in the process, nailing a Lions Bite (Canadian Destroyer) to the outside ring apron!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!

Harvey: Jesus Christ, Chase! I think Michael Lively, may have broken John Green's neck on that one!

Chase: I don't even think John Green had the opportunity to mount and offense here tonight and I don't think he's going to get up from that one; this doesn't look good for Green right now.

Green is laid out on the apron, clearly knocked out at this point. The referee begins his pain staking 10 count, while Michael Lively, strikes a Jesus pose, garnering the emotion he is looking for from the crowd. The referee counts John Green out; as Michael Lively, runs his hand across his throat, clearly sending a message.

Winner by KO/Countout: Michael Lively

Michael Lively climbs through the rope, as his music hits. His steps over John Green's near lifeless body, and begins to climb up the ramp. His smile never removing itself, despite the many steps he takes, eventually disappearing through the curtain.

Harvey: I really hope John Green isn't seriously hurt here.

Chase: Well, after Michael Lively came up short against Level-One, I am certain he was looking to send a message. The real question is; is how exactly John Green comes back from something like this? If anybody can do it, I'm sure it's him.

Harvey: Wait, did you just say something positive, Chase?

Just then, Lively falls backwards through the curtain.

Chase: What’s going on

All of a sudden, out walks Chris Cyrus. With Lively own, Chris gets on top of Lively and starts punching him in the head repeatedly. Chris gets off Lively and does a pose with the crowd booing. Chris picks Lively up and walks over to the edge of the stage.

Harvey: No Chris, don’t do it!

Chris hooks Lively up, lifts him up and gives him the Straight to Hell off the stage!

Chase: CHRIS KILLED LIVELY

Chris looks down at Lively with a sick smile on his face. The camera finally makes it to where Lively is and he’s lying motionless on the steel concrete. Chris continues to look down at Lively as we go backstage.

Rushing through the hallways as if trying to keep up with someone, the camera cuts a corner hearing the roaring sound of glass shattering followed by a loud "THUD". The camera comes to an open doorway that appears to have been kicked open, nearly hanging onto the door frame by a single hinge as it teeters from side to side. A large-sized lamp leaning along a wall inside a dark room continues to flicker every few seconds, as the light illuminates the room it appears as if a tornado struck through. Revealing a broken glass coffee table, a flipped couch, papers and clothes everywhere as well as blood along the wall. Several holes and cracks from the door along the wall to the farthest corner of the room can be seen, as two bodies appear moving through the dim light. Suddenly one of those bodies appears to be seen flying through the air and off-screen as the camera is struck!

Chase: "Oh my...god!"

Harvey: "What the hell was that?!"

[ THUMP! ]

After a few short seconds with the camera crew down and the camera lying on it's side, a figure from inside the room appears moving towards the doorway and towards the body flung from the room. The victim appears to be a very familiar one yet it is too far off camera to make out exactly who, as the attacker drags the body to the wall and begins to shout.

Chase: "It appears we've got some serious action taking place backstage here folks!"

Victor Hades: "Listen ZACK I don't give a fuck what you're doing here or what you're trying to accuse me of. I did what I did because I simply WANTED to, don't you dare question my fucking actions or ever threaten me ever again motherfucker. I am the wrong sick fuck who's door you want to come knocking on, so let me make this clear to you."

Harvey: "Zack?"

Chase: "Who the hell is, Zack?"

Harvey: "Hell I don't know, Superman, your mother, the Anarchist, Zack Gowen, how should I know?"


Chase: "Smartass."

The sounds of gurgling and choking on blood and saliva can be heard followed by another sudden "THUD".

Victor Hades: "LOOK AT ME!"

Hades shouts before what sounds like a body being flung into another wall, as the camera remains on it's side and only two pairs of boots moving around the camera can be seen. The victim clearly appearing to sound in tremendous pain moans and groans as the attacker now appearing to apparently be Victor Hades, slams the victim against a concrete wall.

Victor Hades: "I am NOT in the mood to be playing games with, and I CERTAINLY AM NOT going to deal with "that" issue. It's done-it's finished-it's BURIED god damnit, so if you really want to push on then be my fucking guest. Just let me make this clear to you it will be the last thing you'll ever do...I promise."

Through the choking and sounds of heavy breathing, the victim appears to be struggling to give a response...

: "Okay...o-k-kay...j-just let me go...I sw-ear I won't tell anyone..."

Victor Hades: "Don't let me ever catch you lingering around here or slipping into MY fucking dressing room ever again. I'll slit your fucking throat..."

Hades grumbles as the camera continues to try focusing on the open doorway across the hall, as the lamp inside continues to flicker.

Victor Hades: "Now get the hell out of here, I've got a match to get ready for and some people I really want to hurt."

Hades appears to fling the body to the floor, as the victim quickly bounces off the pavement and scurries to their feet before sprinting off down the hall. Hades' feet appear to slowly turn towards the camera, and then moving in the opposite direction of the victim as a sadistic laugh grows in the distance...


Harvey: "Hades is on the loose tonight here in San Jose folks, look out!"

[ Fade to commercial... ]

[President Jeff]

Coming back from commercial break the footage cuts to inside the HP Pavilion in San Jose, sitting alongside a wide crowd of fans near the bar area-the O'Connor Brothers! Austin and Aidan holding up their mugs along with friends and fans all around, as they catch a glimpse of themselves on the televisions mounted on the walls. Fans all around the arena and near the bars and concession stands erupt in cheers, as both Austin and Aidan chug down their drinks. Carefully the camera pans in closer as now only Austin and Aidan can be seen in view, slowly moving in at shoulder-level focusing on Austin who grins towards his brother.

Austin: "Gee Aidan, I think these fine people here in San Jose tonight missed us something feirce wouldn't ya say?"

Austin furrows a brow and smirks scratching a cheek puzzled, as Aidan somewhat does the same in thought looking in the distance.

Aidan: "Aye it seems so, but I'm not sure about that, are you folks happy to see the O'Connors back on APW or what?!"

Aidan shouts through his thick Irish accent standing over his stool as he raises his mug and fist into the air as the jam-packed crowd cheers even louder.

Austin: "Thas' more like it lads!"

Austin smiles and pats a nearby fan on the shoulder and gives a pleasant nod, before turning back to his brother as they both acknowledge the camera nearby.

Aidan: "Aye so it be that we've been away for a short while to sort of collect ourselves y'see, my brother and I had some drinkin' to do, some pubs to visit, and some fine American women to-"

Austin immediately grunts and shakes his head quickly as he cuts his brother off, leaning over the table and whispering something in Aidan's ear. As Austin leans back Aidan appears stunned yet confused, and cracks open his mouth in awe.

Aidan: "Are you bloody serious? I can't say that on national television?? What the hell kind of bloody network is this?!"

Aidan grumbles as his brother shrugs in response, after a moment Aidan sighs and looks back to the camera leaning against the edge of the table.

Aidan: "Anyway as we was saying, Austin and I been gone for some time, it's time we step back into that beloved ring and kick some arse. It doesn't matter to us anymore if it's the Axis of Assholes, it doesn't matter to us if it be the fine lads that are the AKA...aka Crazy Redneck Americans. Hell, if it comes down to it my brother and I will take on OJ Simpson, John Green, John Green's fairy godmother, that Kevin Federline bloke, or even that Shamwow fellow."

Aidan smirks pointing his index finger to the camera before looking over to Austin.

Austin: "I like his haircut."

Wrinkling his face in disgust and appearing absolutely puzzled Aidan slowly turns his head towards Austin.

Aidan: "..What??"

Austin shrugs and shakes his head before looking to the camera.

Austin: "This year for Christmas, my brother and I are opening a special invitation to all tag-teams out there, it don't matter where ya from, who ya work fer', or what color o' panties you be wearin'. Come down to Los Angeles California this Christmas, and get into the ring with the O'Connor Brothers. We don't care if it's two men, four men, or eight men, we'll take any bunch o blokes on. We're callin' it a 'Seasons Beatings' match. Any gifts you feel like bringin' then bring em lads, the more the merrier."

Austin rubs his hands together in excitement as he looks to Aidan.

Aidan: "Aye, tables, ladders, chairs, barbed wire, bats, candy canes, christmas stockings full of thumbtacks, bring on the giving spirit lads! Because Austin and myself are feeling very giving this' holiday' season, and it's time we give back to those who've given us something to come back fightin' fer'. We'll see you lads there at Christmas Chaos, until then...where be that Max Carter?"

Austin looks around shift-eyed before chuckling uncomfortably and looking back to Aidan.

Austin: "Oh, Mr. Carter, um yeeah you remember that Irish Car bomb we bought him earlier? Well I might of sort of kind of bought him a few five er six more, I think I saw him sprinting to his office to throw up a couple..."

Aidan's face goes red as he slowly turns to the camera and back to Austin, as they raise their mugs and quickly chug their drinks in embarassment before turning to the bartender.

Austin and Aidan: "TWO MORE PLEASE!"

Cut back to the ring as the footage switches to the next match.

Nicky Paige: The following contest is your APW Overdrive Main Event!

The arena lights fade to a dim blue, as “Spaceman,” by The Killers, hits the speakers, and blue laser lights and spotlights flash all over the arena! White strobe lights flash on the stage as metallic blue confetti falls from the ceiling! Biggs makes his entrance to the arena to a chorus of boos, clad in his funky ring jacket and signature shades. The APW Overdrive Championship is clasped around his waist as he dances a bit on stage.

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 217 pounds, from Seattle, Washington, he is the APW Overdrive Champion, Biggs!

Chase: Woohoo! Here comes the most entertaining wrestler in all of APW! His entrance is something else, isn't it!

Harvey: You already know how I feel about Biggs' elaborate entrance. Even for a champion, it's excessive!

The arrogant champion mocks the fans as he heads down the ramp, dancing all the way in beat with the song. He walks over the ring steps, goes up them, and slingshots himself into the ring. He snags the mic from Nicky Paige as his music fades and the lights come back on. The ring crew comes in to sweep confetti from the ring as Biggs begins to speak. In the background, the time keeper hands Nicky another mic.

Biggs: Pence, how dare you try and judge what caliber of a wrestler I am based on a few minutes in the ring with each other? You can say all you want about me being lower than dirt, but at as evidence by the championship around my waist, at least I know how to win the big one and keep my title! I know that you're a little miffed about losing to Level-One at One Night in Hell, and flat out embarrassed by the fact that you lost to Joe Martinez last week, but just because you're feeling bad about yourself doesn't mean you have to try and drag others down to your level. You can mope and cry and vent and be a general annoyance all you want, the fact remains that you and I have not yet had the opportunity to truly go all out against each other in this ring. I look forward to forcing you to change your mind about me here tonight!

The crowd boos loudly, but the atmosphere of the arena as it suddenly becomes disturbed by the sound of a horrific and deafening scream, a white mist begins to seep through from the ramp way, its swirling life source, only to cast itself lovingly into the air and towards the stage. The crowd looks on worried, each and every face being filled with simple fear as their hearts beat rhythmically with the bright-sensitive flickering lights of death… a sickening blue light only to swoon over the crowd. Just as any search light does when picking sight of its criminal… another one only to follow it in its quest. Suddenly a large circle of fire arises in a quick counter-clockwise motion, before exploding upwards as a tall dark figure appears within the center of the flames. Followed just seconds later by the pounding beats of "Bulletproof" by Five Finger Death Punch, as it blares across the helpless PA system.

Paige: And his partner, weighing in at 260 pounds, from Los Angeles, California, Victor Hades!

Harvey: Here comes one of the most disturbing, sadistic men I have ever known! He makes Vlad the Impaler look like Barney!

Chase: That's what makes him so great! Hades is willing to do absolutely anything to get the win!

Exhaling calmly he moves casually down the ramp way with the bright white light behind him, as he slides into the ring in a black t-shirt with his logo design across the front clinging securely to his masculine frame. Stepping to the center of the ring while overlooking the crowd disgusted, he lowers his head and brings his fists over his face. He begins throwing clenched fists pounding against his forehead in a violent manner. Screaming words to himself before snapping his head back as his dreadlocks fly from his face, within that moment all four turnbuckle posts are lit up by the explosive pyrotechnics as they erupt. Holding his arms held high with clenched fists, while he then lowers his arms and calmly exhales turning to the stage awaiting his opponents... The crowd comes alive as Alterbridge's “Metalingus” blasts over the speakers as strobe lights flash all about and Shadow enters the arena to a thunderous ovation!

Paige: And their opponents, first, weighing in at 295 pounds, from Dallas, Texas, Shadow!

Harvey: Just listen to the ovation from this crowd! They love Shadow!

Chase: Shadow has beef with both of these men, and he would love nothing more than to take to both of them here tonight!

Shadow makes his way toward the ring, slapping fives with the fans as he goes along. He stops at the foot of the ramp, glaring at both Biggs and Hades, staring a hole into both men. The whole arena goes black as "Immortal" by Adema hits, the fans are chattering and looking around confused as a single spotlight hits the entrance ramp. Pence stands there with a long black trench coat without sleeves.

Paige: And his partner, weighing in at 250 pounds, from Hershey, Pennsylvania, Pence Weatherlight!

Harvey: Pence is looking to make a statement here tonight after losing to Joe Martinez last week.

Chase: If you remember the last time Pence and Shadow teamed up, they weren't on quite the same page! That bodes well for Hades and Biggs here tonight!

He makes his way down to the ring slapping hands, the spotlight following him until he reaches Shadow at the foot of the ramp, and the two men enter the ring together. Biggs and Hades exit the ring and step to the arena floor as Pence and Shadow stand in the middle of the ring. As Pence raises both of his arms up, sparks fall from the rafters, and the lights come on. Pence gets up on one of the turnbuckles and looks around the arena, the fans with mixed chants some saying "Mr. Main Event", others chanting "Reaper". Pence takes off his trench coat and throws it into the crowd as he goes to the other side and looks out across the vast masses before standing up on the other turn buckle. He jumps down off the turnbuckle and looks back towards Hades and Biggs on the arena floor. Biggs still has a mic in hand as he begins to speak.

Biggs: Pence and Shadow, I know that you two can't wait to try and get your grubby hands on Victor Hades and myself, but there's some official business that needs to be taken care of before this match can commence! First, let me introduce you two to the special guest announcer for tonight's bout, none other than the longest reigning champion in APW history, the APW Xtreme Champion, Chris Cyrus!

Black Sabbath's “Ironman” plays over the speakers as Cyrus enters the arena, getting booed loudly by the crowd. He has his Xtreme Championship slung over his shoulder, and mocks the fans as he makes his way down the ramp, and walks around the ring to reach the announce table. He shakes Johnny Chase's hand before taking a seat!

Chase: What a treat! It's a pleasure to have you join us at the announce table tonight, Chris! Can I call you Chris?

Chris: No problem, Johnny, although it's Mr. Cyrus to you, Harvey!

Harvey: (sarcastically)I'm glad to see you too.

Biggs: Also, allow me to introduce you to the special guest time keeper for tonight's main event, none other than The Beast!

dimmu borgir's “For the World to Dictate Our Deaths” plays loudly as the arena is bathed in red lights and The Beast enters the arena to loud boos from the crowd. A huge grin crosses the face of Biggs as Shadow glares towards the biggest member of the Axis. Pence has a frustrated look on his face as The Beast lumbers his way down the ramp, and takes a seat next to the ring bell!

Harvey: How is this fair!? This is exactly the point the Pence made earlier this week that Biggs doesn't fight his own battles!

Cyrus: Do you see either The Beast or myself inserting ourselves into this contest? Do you see either one of us physically interacting with Shadow or Pence Weatherlight?

Harvey: Well not yet!

Cyrus: Then quit your whining! It's in Biggs' championship contract that he can have a special guest announcer and special time keeper at any time!

Harvey: What else does his championship contract say? Does it say that he can be a total coward!?

Chase: Now that's just out of line!

Biggs smiles as he removes his ring jacket and unclasps his belt. Hades and Biggs hop up onto the apron, and Hades steps into the ring. Shadow makes his way to his team's corner, and the ref calls for the bell! DING! DING! DING!

Pence Weatherlight and Shadow vs. Victor Hades and Biggs

Harvey: It looks like Hades and Pence will be starting out this match!

The two men circle around the ring, sizing each other up. After a few tense moments, they tie up, and Pence gets the advantage, grabbing Hades in a Side Headlock! Pence maintains the hold with his left arm and pulls his right hand back to deliver a vicious punch to the top of Hades' head! This knocks Victor down to the mat, and Pence immediately mounts him, delivering a rapid volley of machine gun like fists to the head of Hades! The fans are cheering loudly as The Reaper dismounts and stands to his feet, appealing to the crowd! He then turns his attention back to Hades, who has gotten to one knee. Pence reaches down to pull him up, but Hades responds by slapping him right in the mush! The sound of the slap echoes throughout the arena, and the cheers turn to boos as Hades gets to a vertical base, slugging Pence in the face a couple of times before pulling him in for a Snap Suplex! Hades gets back up to his feet, and gives Pence a couple of stomps to the chest before grabbing him by the arm and dragging him towards Hades' and Biggs' corner! The Devil's Comrade applies an Arm-Triangle Choke to Pence, and yells for Biggs to tag himself in. The Spaceman obliges, and steps in between the ropes, measuring Pence up as the ref counts to five for Hades to release the hold and exit the ring. Biggs gives Pence a stiff kick to the gut, and Hades releases the hold and gets back on the apron by the count of four! As Pence lays on the mat in pain, Biggs continues to target the midsection, rolling Pence onto his belly and delivering knee after vicious knee to the ribs of Pence! With Pence still down, Biggs sits on his back and locks in the Camel Clutch! The Overdrive Champ pulls back hard on the chin of Pence, and then uses his right arm to give Pence a couple of Crossface Forearms! Biggs lets go of the hold and slaps Pence on the back of the head a couple of times before getting to his feet and tagging Hades back in!

Cyrus: This is a smart strategy by Hades and Biggs, isolating one of their opponents, and going to town! Tag team wrestling 101!

Chase: Hey Darren, Cyrus here is a natural at calling matches! He could very well put you out of a job!

Harvey: It sounds to me like he's doing color commentary. That's your job, you know!

Chase: You can have multiple color men!

Back in the ring, Hades pulls Pence up to his feet, and holds his thumb up, motioning for the Throat Spike! Hades connects with it, sending Pence falling down to mat! The Reaper gasps for air as Hades pulls him back up and pulls him in a Double Underhook position. Hades then proceeds to give Pence a Double Underhook Powerbomb, driving his neck and back into the mat! Hades goes for the first cover of the match,
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Pence kicks out! Hades gives him a couple of punches to the head before reaching out to tag in Biggs! Biggs steps into the ring and arrogantly taunts the crowd before motioning for Pence to get up. As Pence reaches one knee, Biggs runs in for a Shining Wizard, but Pence ducks beneath it! Biggs falls back first onto the mat, and Pence is the first one to his feet. As Biggs gets up, he is drilled by an explosive Spear from Pence! Pence rolls over to his corner, and tags in Shadow, who comes in like a ball of fire, rushing towards Hades and knocking him off the apron before turning towards Biggs, who's getting back up to his feet! The crowd cheers Biggs turns around and sees Shadow standing right there! Biggs jumps back with a start, and Shadow lights him up with a combination of rights and lefts that come so fast it would make one's head spin! Biggs can barely defend himself as Shadow continues to punch him again and again and again, backing him up towards Pence and Shadow's corner! Shadow tags Pence in, and they both pull Biggs to the center of the ring, whipping him towards the ropes, and nailing him with a Double Big Boot! The crowd goes wild as Shadow steps back out onto the apron and Pence pins Biggs,
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Biggs rolls his shoulder up!

Harvey: Any doubts anybody had about Pence and Shadow being able to work together tonight can be thrown out the window! They're taking it to Hades and Biggs tonight!

Cyrus: Says you! This match is still in the early goings! There's plenty of time for Pence and Shadow to predictably implode!

Chase: Hear hear!

Pence pulls Biggs up by the head and drags him back towards Pence and Shadow's corner, tagging in the former APW Overdrive Champ. The fans cheer loudly as he gives Biggs a few forearm shots to the face before pulling him out of the corner for a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! As Shadow reaches down to pull Biggs back up, he gives Shadow a thumb to the eyes, and uses the distraction to roll away from Shadow and up to his feet! Biggs then runs in and nails Shadow with a Flying Forearm! As Shadow gets back up, he's greeted with another Running Flying Forearm! On the second time up, Biggs goes to whip Shadow towards the ropes, but Shadow reverses, sending Biggs to the ropes instead! Biggs ducks the attempted Clothesline on the rebound, and springs off of the center rope, doing a back flip and catching Shadow on the way down for a Springboard Flipping Inverted DDT! The crowd boos as Biggs grabs a hold of Shadow's leg and tries to pull it out of joint! Biggs follows up by giving Shadow a quick kick to the calf before applying a Grapevine Leg Lock! Pence comes in to break the hold, and as the ref directs Pence back to his corner, Biggs pops back up to his feet, splits Shadow's legs with the wishbone, and stomps him right in the jollies! The crowd boos with disgust as Hades rushes into the ring and begins to viciously stomp Shadow in the gut as Biggs makes his way back to their corner and claps his hands in the air to make the sound of a tag. The ref turns back to see Hades going after Shadow on the mat, unaware that the tag wasn't legit! The fans are pissed as Hades pulls Shadow back up and gives him a kick to the gut to hunch him over! Hades then runs to the opposite ropes and springs off, going for a Springboard Scissor Kick! Shadow dodges the kick by standing straight up, and takes Hades down with a Clothesline! He pulls Hades up and whips him towards his team's corner with such force that Hades falls to the mat after hitting the turnbuckle! As Hades is down, Shadow steps onto his back and just stands there as he tags Pence in! The Reaper steps into the ring, and both men work together to sit Hades up on the corner! Biggs rushes in to clip Pence at the knees before he can do anything to Hades, and Shadow immediately goes after Biggs, who gets out of dodge by rolling beneath the ropes! Shadow follows him to the floor, and proceeds to chase Biggs around the ring as the fans laugh at Biggs' cowardice! Biggs quickly runs past the time keeper's table, and The Beast stands up from his chair, blocking Shadow from chasing Biggs! The Beast is careful not to attack Shadow, while the big men stare each other down. The fans are chanting, “FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” obviously wanting the two to go at it. Biggs hides behind The Beast, taunting Shadow as the ref tells the two men to get back to their corners! After a few tense moments, both parties oblige, and The Beast sits back down. Back in the ring, where Hades and Pence are still the legal men, Hades has gathered his bearings while seated up top, and notices that Pence is on the mat, holding his knee in pain. Hades quickly pops up to a vertical base on the turnbuckle and turns around, leaping off for his Moonsault Kneedrop, From Heaven to Hell, target directly to Pence's knee joint, crashing his knees into the hands and knee of Pence!

Cyrus: What innovation, what precision from Victor Hades there!

Chase: He targeted the hurt knee of Pence, and also dealt damage to Pence's hands! That'll effect Pence's ability to lock on hold and perform moves as the match goes on!

Harvey: But it appears that Hades also hurt himself, as his knee is giving him trouble as well!

Indeed, Hades' knee is bothering him as he rolls over to drape his arm over Pence, covering him,
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Pence gets the shoulder up! On the apron, Shadow starts stomping and slapping the top turnbuckle, prompting the crowd to clap in unison to try and will Pence back up to his feet. Hades is the up first, and goes down to pull Pence back up as well, but The Reaper responds with a hard punch to the gut! Hades stumbles back a bit, but come back in to try and grab Pence again. By this point, Pence is up to a knee, and he gives Hades another hard punch to the midsection! Pence hits with punch after punch as he continues to rise up to his feet, finally hitting Hades with a combination of rights and lefts to the face that sends him toppling down to the mat! The Reaper is now firmly in control, and whips Hades' to his corner, tagging in Shadow. Shadow steps in and lifts Hades up for a Delayed Vertical Suplex, while Pence makes his way to the top turnbuckle!

Harvey: We don't see Pence go to the top very often!

Cyrus: It's because Pence is clumsy! He doesn't know how to properly utilize the top rope, which only helps his opponents, because they know they don't need to prepare to defend against any high flying from him.

As Shadow has Hades elevated, Pence leaps off and hits with a Flying Cross Body, driving Hades hard into the mat below! The fans are in a frenzy as Pence rolls out of the ring and Shadow goes for the pin,
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Biggs breaks up the count! Shadow looks none to happy as Biggs scurries back to his corner, and Shadow turns his focus back towards Hades! Shadow drags him up to his feet and whips him hard to the ropes, and on the rebound, both men collide in the middle of the ring with Clotheslines, taking both competitors down to the mat! The crowd is cheering for Shadow loudly as both men crawl towards their respective corners, with Hades making the tag a second before Shadow! Biggs and Pence both enter the ring and rush to the center, trading punches left and right! Pence gets the upper hand, and manages to back Biggs into a neutral corner! As Pence continues to clobber Biggs, the arrogant champ takes a cheap shot, kicking Pence right in the sore knee! As Pence stumbles back a bit, Biggs grabs him by the head and runs up the ropes, nailing The Bigg Time! Biggs goes for a cover,
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Pence powers his way out of the pinning predicament! Biggs gets to his feet, and motions for Pence to do the same, and once Pence is fully up, Biggs gives him a Short Dropkick to the bad knee, followed up with a Shining Wizard! Biggs goes for another cover,
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Pence kicks out again! A “REAPER! REAPER!” chant gets going as Biggs starts to show signs of frustration, but nonetheless stays on the attack. He gives Pence a few stomps before stepping out onto the apron, sling-shotting himself onto the top rope, and bouncing off to go for a Springboard Shooting Star Press! Pence rolls out of the way at the last moment, and as Biggs gets to his feet, Pence charges in with a Spear! Biggs sidesteps, causing Pence to accidentally Spear the ref! At this point, Biggs motions towards The Beast and Cyrus as Hades rushes in the ring to attack Shadow! Cyrus slides into the ring and helps Biggs double-team Pence with dual kicks to the gut followed with a Double Gut Buster, as Hades and Shadow brawl in the corner! At this point, The Beast has made his way around the ring, and drags Shadow down to the arena floor, shoving him hard into the steel barricade! Hades hops out of the ring, and pulls back the floor mat, exposing the concrete floor! The Beast then pulls gives Shadow a few more hard punches to the side of the head before wrapping his hand around the throat of Shadow, walking him over to the exposed floor and delivering a thunderous Chokeslam! The Beast then pulls Shadow back up, and pushes him towards Hades, who delivers the Closed Casket on the floor! Back in the ring, Biggs and Cyrus are stomping a mud hole into Pence, although the ref appears to be coming to. Cyrus quickly rolls out of the ring and runs back to the announce table, putting his headset back on!

Harvey: How dare you! You slimy weasel! You and Biggs planned this all along!

Cyrus: Actually, it was Hades' idea!

Chase: Brilliant!

As the ref regains his bearings, he sees The Beast standing next to Hades over the downed Shadow, and immediately orders The Beast to the back! Biggs and Hades are livid, arguing with the ref!

Cyrus: What a croc! The ref can't prove that The Beast had anything to do with Shadow's current predicament!

Harvey: That's why he wasn't able to flat out disqualify your weaselly friends!

Chase: Who's going to ring the bell now?

The Beast angrily lumbers his way up the ramp as Hades ceases to argue with the ref, and turns his attention back to Shadow, stomping him on the outside! The ref and Biggs are still exchanging words, and while doing so, Pence comes from behind Biggs, and rolls him up with a Schoolboy!
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3! DING! DING! DING! Hades turns around as Biggs sits up in shock, Pence having pulled a fast one on him!

Paige: Here are your winners, by pinfall, Pence Weatherlight and Shadow!

Harvey: They did it! Pence and Shadow overcame long odds to beat Victor Hades and Biggs, despite having the deck stacked against them!

Cyrus: This is bull-****!

Chase: What a travesty! Pence got the quick cover on Biggs, and Hades had no idea what was going on!

Harvey: How poetic is it that Biggs had a fast one pulled on him? It couldn't have happened to a better guy!

“Immortal” blares over the speakers as Biggs pleads with the ref that it was only a two count! Cyrus has slid into the ring as well, to argue with the ref as Pence makes his way to the outside to help Shadow up to his feet. The two victorious competitors celebrate as coming up from under the ring skirt with a barbed-wire sledgehammer of some sort in hand is Hades. Swinging violently Hades smashes the edge of the barbed wire hammer into Shadow's spine as the crowd screams in shock. Matching the volume of painful screams bursting out of Shadow's mouth as he drops to his knees in agony. Pence before can help Shadow, gets taken out with the Barbwire Sledge Hammer to the stomach.

Harvey: Hades is sick!

Chase: He should be in jail!

Hades rolls Shadow into the ring as he, Biggs and Chris continue to stomp away and pummel a now bloodied Shadow as Hades grabs a microphone, shoving the barbed-wired sledgehammer to Shadow's throat as he mounts the big enforcer.

Victor Hades: "I told you I had a big surprise in store for you ya big dumb son of a bitch, so here it is-you and me-Christmas Chaos title or no title, we WILL meet inside this god-forsaken ring in a Deck the Halls match! Candy-cane glass light-tubes, presents and goodies all around the ring, and a Barbwired Cage to seal us in. Merry...fu*****'...Christmas, bitch."

Hades spits in Shadow's re-opened face before rising up and taunting in the ring beside Biggs. The Axis and Hades celebrate as Overdrive goes off the air