Overdrive - Sacramento, California (12/02/09)

[President Jeff]

A Clip from Last week’s Overdrive is shown before going into the 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! The Final Overdrive of 2009

Chase: And we are gearing up for Christmas Chaos

Harvey: And in preparation for it, we have a huge main event.

Chase: In a rematch from this past weekends event, Rival Faction hosted by The Experts, newly crowned APW Overdrive Champion, Shadow defends against Biggs in a 2 out of 3 falls match.

Harvey: And from what I’ve been told, this match will be the end of this rivalry.

Chase: I know Victor Hades and Pence Weatherlight are going to be watching this match closely. If Shadow retains, then Hades gets a shot at the Overdrive title at Christmas Chaos. If Biggs wins, then Pence gets the Overdrive Title shot at Christmas Chaos. A lot is riding on this match.

Harvey: These two have been battling each other for almost the entire year and they’ve had epic matches, but it all comes to an end tonight.

Chase: And speaking of Pence and Victor, those two will battle it out here tonight in what should be an exciting match.

Harvey: This is going to be a huge show to end this year with, lets get right to the ring for our opening contest.

Warbuks vs Vic Diaz

As the bell rings, Vic Diaz simply claps his hands together. The man seems pumped and ready to get this match started. Warbuks circles around in a wrestler stance looking as if he is going to shoot. Warbuks fakes the shot, and then lands an over hand right to the face of Vic Diaz.

Chase: Something tells me that’s not the first punch this man has received.

Harvey: I'm pumped this looks like a great match in the making.

Diaz staggers back from the punch as Warbuks shoves his opponent to the corner and begin kneeing the man in the thighs. Diaz tries to hold the man at bay, but Warbuks gets his arms locked around him and whips him out of the corner with a belly to belly suplex. Diaz arches his back in pain as the man is slammed violently to the mat. Warbuks wastes not one ounce of movement by circling around and locking in a head lock on the King of Hardcore.

Diaz reaches up trying to pry the mans arms off. He then gets to his knee, and then to his feet. He lifts Warbuks in the air about to go for a back drop. Warbuks lets go of the hold real fast landing to the mat, and quickly shooting in for a double leg, scooping the man in the air and slamming him to the mat once more.

Chase: Nasty aggression showed here by Warbuks.

Harvey: Yeah, from what I hear about this man he will submit you in an instant.

Warbuks backs up after the slam almost daring his opponent to get to his feet. Warbuks motions for it, letting him know that he can take him down at will. Diaz grabs the ropes as he stares at his opponent's confident stand. Diaz gets to his feet, and puts up his fists. Warbuks goes to shoot once more, and Diaz simply bicycles a knee right into his face as he ducks down. Vic then plunges a left hand into the ribs with a stiff shot, and elbows the man in the back of the head for good measure. He hooks his arms around the waist of Warbuks, spins him up, and then pile drives the mans skull into the canvass.

Chase: I guess you can only go to the well so many times.

Harvey: Yeah Diaz dried that bitch up real fast!!

Diaz, grabs up his opponent. Then quickly sends him back down in pain with a neck breaker. He quickly rolls over punching the man in the face with serious intent to kill until the ref forces him to stop. Vic stands looking down at Warbuks, and then leaps into the air for a sit out leg drop. He lands right across the throat of Warbuks. He hooks one leg for the pin.
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Chase: What the hell...

Harvey: He whipped his leg over reversed the pin into some sort of arm and neck submission with his legs. Warbuks countered beautifully from that pin, and now has the man reeling with this nasty submission.

The ref comes over looking closely at Diaz, at least what can be seen of him. Vic struggles to get free by kicking his feet, trying to power out. The mans legs hit the ropes and like a true ring general he clutches them around it forcing the ref to break to hold. Warbuks lets go, and Diaz makes a quick exit out of the ring grabbing his throat gasping for air. The ref looks out at Diaz and starts to count. As Warbuks sees the ref get to three he charges to ropes, suicide dives between the middle and top trying to take out his opponent. The fans explode for cheers as soon as they realize what this man is out to do. Diaz, with having been around the block a few times senses this coming, turns and helps the man collide head first into the guard rail by a nice assisting shove. The rail flies backward nailing the fans in the front row who jump to their feet with excitement. The noise of that mans head smashing the rail was loud, and just what wrestling fans live for. Diaz points to his temple as if saying he's out smarted Warbuks, and then yanks him to his feet.

He scoops up Warbuks for a slam, and then charges the ring post instead driving the mans spine into the steel. He drops Warbuks, rolls into the ring grabbing on the ref to help him stand. This causes the ref to fall over. The man in stripes stands looking very upset by Vic Diaz's actions. The King Of Hardcore just apologizes claiming it was an accident. The ref then starts his count over, as Diaz slides out of the ring. He rolls the limp Warbuks into the ring before following him back in as well.

Diaz yanks the man to his feet, and drills him with a nasty right hand, and another has he holds him up. Vic then Irish whips Warbuks across the ring. He hits the ropes rebounding right toward a big boot from Diaz. Warbuks ducks under clutching the planted leg, and rolling into a knee bar. Vic Diaz hits the mat, and begins screaming in pain. He reaches out barely clutching the bottom rope.

Chase: I thought he was going to break his leg.

Harvey: Surely would have if he didn't get saved by the ropes once again.

Both men rise, and Warbuks get right to work making up for lost time by T-Bone suplexing his opponent up and over. Like a pit-bull he follows it up with a few punches and then a couple of headbutts to the chest of Diaz.

Chase: He's trying to stop his heart, what the hell.

Harvey: Or at least make it skip a few beats.

Warbuks quickly stands dragging Diaz up with him, and within an instant they both hit the mat once more as Warbuks nails a sit out power bomb. The man then begins drilling the knee that got tweaked earlier with a few boots. He then hooks him on a half crab trying to inflict more damage. He lets it up and turns waiting for Diaz to rise to his feet. The man does, and ducks a clothesline by Warbuks who quickly stops in his tracks turning into a stiff kick to the gut, and then falls victim to a DDT. Warbuks head bounces of the mat, and Diaz wastes no time trying to mount some more offense to disable this rabid attack dog known as Warbuks.

He climbs to the top rope, looks right at his target, and nails a flying headbutt to the skull of Warbuks. Both men roll around the ring in pain. Diaz gets to his feet first shaking it off. Warbuks gets to one knee grabbing his forehead, and then eats a sit double drop kick from Diaz. The force sends the man through the middle rope and out to the floor. The ref goes over to the ropes closest to Warbuks and begins to count. Diaz sees this and his brain kicks into action. He charges toward the ref runs up the mans back and leaps out with a diving senton on Warbuks. The force causes the refs throat to drape across the top rope which indeed knocks him down because these fuckers KO so easily.

The fans explode with cheers as they witness this feet from Diaz. Warbuks winces in pain as he just felt to weight of his opponent crash into him outside on the floor. Diaz yanks the man up and drags him over to the announce table. He drapes Warbuks across the table and delivers a few stiff shots to keep him still. Diaz rolls back into the ring, climbs the top rope, looks out to the announce table.

Chase: Damn, Harv...he's coming down on our table...Harv..where did you go...

Harvey books it over to the side of the ring leaving Chase at the table by himself. Diaz crashes down on the table and Warbuks with a leg drop from the top rope. Chase flies backward into the guardrail as the two men and shards of table engulf him.

HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!!!

The fans chant as does Harvey who seems to be pumped from seeing the mess unfold before his eyes. The ref begins to stir, not sure what has happened. He then looks around the ring not seeing anyone. He then looks toward the announce table, and starts to count.

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Warbuks is slide into the ring, and Diaz follows him in just in time. Both men look wrecked, and yet neither seems done just yet. Warbuks has stirred as Diaz looks down at his arms. He is visibly bleeding very badly from his arms. It seems the table Kamikaze injured him a bit. He stands as does his opponent. Both men very sloppily begin to trade punches picking up the pace with each one. The fans are on their feet as these men strike back and forth. The ref amazed they can still stand after the rapid fire blows. Warbuks grabs Vic by the hair and pounds and pounds, and pounds getting the better of Diaz. He then hooks an arm and neck in the attempts to suplex Diaz. Diaz fights it off, and they both quickly end up in a classic shoulder and elbow tie up with Diaz powering Warbuks back to the center of the ring. Both men jockey for position, and Warbuks shoves off Diaz. Warbuks charges his opponent feeling as is he had better seize the chance while he can. Diaz ducks under scooping the man onto his shoulders, and drops him with a Samoan drop. Warbuks rolls over to his stomach tries to scramble away but Diaz falls down in an instant locking in the Total Black Out (crippler cross face).

Harvey: He's locked in the middle of the ring, with no where to go. Chase it's sad you aren't awake to see this, it's amazing!

Warbuks seems to refuse to tap. He just powers through the pain, trying to claw his way toward the rope. The weight of Diaz on his back has prevented him from making any traction. Warbuks seems to be out as his arms no longer move. The ref comes over to try out the classic arm drop to see if we have a winner.

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Thr-NO...he is still in it. Warbuks is moving, and Diaz let loose of the hold, stand and drops an elbow in the middle of Warbuks back. He quickly bow and arrows his opponent trying to keep control of the momentum he has built up.

Harvey: I can't believe these two are still going folks, making a real name for themselves here on Overdrive.

Diaz stands breathing heavy as his muscles seem gassed from holding that grip locked in for so long, then following it up with another. Warbuks struggles to his feet as the fans cheer. Diaz looks at him as if he wishes to kill him with his bare hands. Warbuks seems to have the same look toward his opponent. They charge each other once more, and an exchange of fist begins again. Fists are flying as the level of noise is at an all time high inside the arena. Warbuks ducks a punch from Diaz, and Olympic slams the man to the mat quickly to get the upper hand. Diaz arches up, then rolls over real fast. Vic springs to his feet and Warbuks ducks a charging clothesline from Diaz who tries to regain his control but finds himself on the shoulders of Warbuks.

Harvey: Ohh...here it comes...A Death Valley Driver!!!

Warbuks nails it as Diaz seems to hit the mat lifelessly. The pit-bull aggressive Warbuks quickly hooks the legs of Diaz for the pin.

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Winner: Warbuks!!!

Chase: An impressive debut victory by Warbuks

Harvey: This guy could go places

Warbuks celebrates as the cameras go backstage

The gorgeous Cindy Shannon powders on some makeup as she looks into the reflection of her compact. Out the corner of her eye the woman sees Michael Lively entering the building. She gives a snap to the cameraman to get his attention. The woman grabs her mic, and clanks her heels on the pavement to catch the man as he makes his way in.

The self proclaimed savior of wrestling hears the annoyance that is heals tapping on pavement then smell of her over priced perfume burns his nostrils. The man turns knowing full well before laying eyes on Cindy that it is her. His eyes roll as he spins around.

Lively: Can I help you Cindy?

Cindy: Yeah, in fact you can. You are not scheduled to be in action today...so why would you show up here?

Lively: Well nosey Nelly, if you must be reminded that I am a paid employee of APW, I can come and go as I please unless otherwise advised. So maybe the JESUS wishes to see some top notch action live in person.

Cindy then rolls her eyes toward Michael Lively

Cindy: Seriously Michael, why are you here?

Lively: Man no fooling you hunh, I know you're a bitch but who knew you were a hunting bitch who could 'niff out the falsehoods of Michael Lively. So I originally showed up with the intention to repay Cyrus for his kind gestures over the past few weeks by giving him a loss on his record.

Cindy: But he's...

Lively: Easy Snoopy Snatch, I know he isn't booked either. So instead I figure I would come here and shell out a few other surprises. So tune you filthy bitch if you want to find out just what the JESUS is up to.

Lively then shoves the mic back in her face and walks off. She turns toward the camera disgusted with Lively as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

The scene opens up backstage inside of Pence's locker room, he is seen clearly sitting down on a bench, and watching the television which is broadcasting the show. The door to the locker room opens and Madok steps inside holding a bottle of water. Pence looks up from the television and smiles as Madok hands him the water and begins to speak.

Madok: This place is packed, dude. I didn't know if I could find any water in this entire arena.

Pence: Well thanks for putting in the effort, Madok.

Pence turns to look back the television as Madok, clearly not done speaking, continues to talk.

Madok: Hey, are you worried about Christmas Chaos?

Pence once again looks up from the television and quirks a brow.

Pence: What do you mean, Madok?

Madok: I mean that if Biggs loses tonight you will not be fighting for that title at Christmas Chaos...you will just be fighting Biggs.

Pence: You know, it has crossed my mind once or twice, but I know that tonight it really doesn't matter about who is walking out of here with the Overdrive title. The only thing that matters is that these fans are entertained at Christmas Chaos and I will be making sure that they are entertained.

Madok: Yeah...that's good and all, but seriously wouldn't suck if Biggs let you down tonight, and lost to that cock bite Shadow.

Pence: Biggs will be losing that title either way, either by having his ass kicked by me or by having his ass kicked by Shadow, doesn't matter to me. Just as long as he gets his ass kicked, I am fine.

Madok: I get it, alright man, best of luck to you tonight. I have a meeting in Seattle. I will see you at King of the Cage Round IV on Sunday.

Pence: Sure will. Take it easy man.

Madok: You too man.

Madok walks out of the room as Pence looks back at the television and the scene cuts back to ring side for the next match

Joe Martinez vs. Alex Draven

The match begins quickly as Joe tries to go in and lock up with Alex who pulls back really quickly and slaps him across the face, the fans laugh as Martinez begins to shout at Alex who just shrugs. Joe tries to lock it up one more time and once again Alex jumps back while slapping Joe across the face, the fans laugh more at the expense of Joe. Joe is quite furious now and tackles Alex who is unprepared for the burst of speed from Martinez. Martinez begins to wail on his opponent with lefts and rights, but Alex blocks them by bringing his arms up to his face. Joe gets frustrated and slams Draven's head on the mat a few times, this causes the ref to pull him off of Draven. Joe circles the fallen Draven for a bit and as he gets bored waiting he comes over to pick him up, but Draven rolls him up quickly in a small package.

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Joe kicks out and Draven rolls to outside the ring and stands up quickly. Joe turns to look at Draven who wags his finger at him, Joe gets up and gets out of the ring as Draven gets back in the ring. Joe stomps his foot in frustration as Draven flicks him off and tells him to "go fuck himself", Joe doesn't like that one bit, and rolls into the ring with a rather disgusted look on his face. Draven and Joe this time lock up and Joe gains the advantage pushing Draven into the ropes and on the way back clotheslining him to the mat. Draven gets up rather quickly and the two lock up again as Joe is thrown into the ropes and on the way back he clothesline Joe. Joe falls to the mat but gets up quickly, the two men get real close, and the fans beginning to cheer as both of them seem to be getting into a verbal fight. Draven slaps Joe across the face and then shouts "What's up!", clearly mocking Joe, who super kicks Draven on the chin. Draven falls on his back clutching his face as Joe goes for the pin.

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Joe turns to the ref and begins to shout at him, but what he doesn't notice is that Draven is stirring. Joe looks down at Draven and finds that he is no longer there, he turns to look at the other side of the ring where Draven is now bouncing off the ropes and comes in with a running drop kick straight to Joe's face. Joe clutches at his face now as Draven goes for the pin.

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Draven gets up without questioning the ref and Joe gets up slowly, but as Draven runs into attack the now standing Joe he quickly is caught in a locked up Chi Splash, he slams Draven down and goes for the pin quickly.

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Winner via pinfall....Joe Martinez!

Joe's hand is held up high as the fans all cheer, he goes around the ring holding up his hands, and shouting "What's up!", but what he doesn't notice is Draven is already up, and clearly not pleased. Joe looks up over to Draven who runs over and knees him in the gut and locks in The Head Hunter, he slams him down to the mat below, and then stands around listening the fans all boo at him. He nods his head as he exits the ring, but as he is doing so "Everything" by Pillar blares out over the speakers as Pence runs down the entrance ramp catching Alex Draven by surprise with a clothesline, Pence doesn't give Alex Draven time to prepare as he locks in the Heavy Artillery and slams him down on the ramp. The fans all cheer as Pence pulls out a microphone.

Pence: Welcome to APW, I hope you will find this welcome to be satisfactory. Oh and merry fucking Christmas.

The fans all cheer as Pence holds his hands up and begins to walk back stage, but Draven doesn't seem to be done with Pence, as he staggers up, and begins to chase after him to the backstage area.

The scene opens up backstage

Cindy Shannon: Come on guys, over here.

Says Cindy to a camera man as they walk backstage into the locker room. The lens a little fuzzy at first takes a couple of seconds and focus’s in on Warbuks. Hey seems to be happy, almost in celebrative mood. He doesn’t even notice the camera as he pace’s back in forth showing signs of excitement.

Cindy Shannon: Ahem?

Warbuks: Oh hey, what’s up?

Warbuks gives Cindy a look, but not just any look, but you know…. “The Look.” Warbuks raises his eyebrow as his head sways oh so slighty up and down in a slow motion.

Cindy Shannon: I can only guess your excitement must be the result of your first match in the APW?

Warbuks: Oh well that might not be the only reason, if you catch my drift.

Warbuks continues to give her “THE LOOK!” Cindy just blankley stares at Warbuks in confusion.

Cindy Shannon: Ummmmm…. What are you doing?

Warbuks: Giving you the look……

Cindy Shannon: Well it looks like your about to have a brain aneurism.

*FACE PALM*

Warbuks shakes off his attempt of trying to pick Cindy up and grabs the microphone from her. He motions his index finger for the cameraman to come just a tad bit closer.

Warbuks: You want to know why I’m excited, you want to know why I’m sooooooooooo fucking excited. Well I’ll tell you why, The reason I’m so damn excited is because I just won my first match in the APW. I’m so excited because after 3 years in an indie fed, I finally got my call to the big times. I’m so damn excited because…….

Cindy goes to talk but without the mic all that is heard is a muffling sound..

Warbuks: You wait your turn this is the fucking Warbuks show now. The thing is……… I’m a victim, a victim of abuse, from spending three years in a damn hardcore, extreme rule indie fed. I don’t like going through tables, I don’t like getting hit over the head with steal chairs, and I sure as hell don’t like being Singapore Caned. Do you know what kind of match’s I’ve even fucking been in? I’ve been in Titanium Steel Cages, Pentagram of Hell match’s where there’s barb wire and explosives and sick sadistic opponents who actually enjoy it. I hated every god damn minute of it, and I wont go back, I can’t go back! I’ve been thrown on thumb tacks and had limbs broken, and you think I’d enjoy that? So, finally I make it to the big time’s, finally I get away from hell, and I will do anything, and I mean anything to make sure I never wrestle in another Indie fed as long as I live! Because when it comes down to it, being in a Independent organization just doesn’t cut it for me. The competition is minimal, the paychecks are shit, and if I could use one word to sum it all up I’d have to say it was fucking “ATROCIOUS!” My name is Warbuks, and you will see my war face.

*Commercial*

The scene opens up on a playground where some kids are playing dodge ball, at first all is fun, and dandy, but then a ball from out of no where hits a kid in the face. All of the kids look around for the source of the ball and as they hear maniacal laughter they turn around to see Victor Hades drinking a bottle full of Synergy. Victor picks up another ball and then throws it at another kid hitting him straight in the face, almost spinning 360 degrees before landing on his face, and with a wicked grin Victor keeps walking forward throwing balls at kids. The kids are all screaming at this point, trying their best to run away from Victor who just keeps hitting them head on. The camera pans around to see that every kid is knocked out and with a grin on his face Hades walks away.

The scene cuts to a day later where Victor returns to the playground, all of the kids are playing dodge ball again, and once again Victor takes a sip of his Synergy before beginning, but the kids are prepared this time. As if on cue all the kids turn around with bottles of synergy in their hands, they all drink it at almost the same time, and out of no where they grab balls of their own. Victor's eyes shoot wide as the scene goes black and the sounds of hundreds of balls hitting Victor can be heard and then Victor yelling in pain. An image of Victor Hades standing in complete blackness with crutches and bruises all over his body is shown, he pulls out a bottle of synergy, and smiles clearly missing teeth.

Announcer: Merry Christmas from Victor Hades and the APW. Drink Synergy, the official energy drink of the APW.

The scene goes black with Victor still smiling.

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes back on the air at ringside

Chase: What in the blue hell are we set up for in the ring.

Harvey: Not sure looks like some sort of wedding ceremony, or candle light service..

Chase: Anything goes in APW.

Just then the lights dim in the arena and the music of thee most hated man in wrestling sparks the fans into life as the pour out their disgust for his arrival to Overdrive. Michael Lively steps out on the ramp, bowing for the boo's he is receiving. The man then salutes these die hard APW faithful's with two middle fingers showing them just how much he appreciates their support. The man struts toward the ring with a nasty grin on his face.

Chase: Lively seems pretty serious here, not all arrogant like usual.

Harvey: I wonder if he's sick, because the Lively we know wouldn't miss a chance to stop and jaw jack with the fans.

Chase: Nope, this man just b-lined it to the ring...oh and now he has a microphone.

Harvey: Maybe he can explain this podium with the candle's and wreath.

The self proclaimed savior of wrestling, the Hottest Shit Going has a firm grasp on the microphone as he stares out to the overloaded arena. The man exhales a deep breath and lifts the talking stick to his face.

Lively: Well from the way you miserable assholes packed into this arena, and the stiff prices we set, I would think this economy has begun to shift back to stable...there is a ton of you meat heads here tonight.

The fans explode in cheers for supporting their favorite wrestling company.

Lively: Easy you brain dead, out of shape sloppy twits, enough cheering for the fact that you spend money without concern. You don't think before you purchase, you don't budget, you just want what you want...well thank you for your ignorance because it keeps this company rolling, and puts a boat load of cash in my pocket!!!

The man shoots a devilish grin as the fans shower him with hate.

Lively: Well, you idiots are all full of rage now, and wondering why I am out here I'm sure. I will tell you exactly what brings the JESUS before you people this evening. Christmas Chaos, and since I AM the reason for the season it is so fitting that I come out here every chance I get to royally piss in your peoples Cheerios.

The fans roar once more with overwhelming hatred as they reign down a furious chorus of boo's on Michael Lively.

Lively: Alright down to business. Chris Cyrus, once again you scampered to the ring like the cockroach you are, and interfered with my match. I understand your feelings, I understand your fears. You see while you play games in the back, and skip around town with that midget friend of yours. Deep down inside you are worried. Worried that the very thing that just happened to him will be coming your way at Christmas Chaos. I smell that fear oozing out of your pores like puss seeping from an infection. It makes total sense, because if I were you and they announced myself as the next challenger to my title, the reality of becoming a former champion would surely set in rapidly. None the less that is why I am hear tonight, I am standing in this very ring to confirm your fears Cyrus.

Lively then walks over to the podium where a wreath and four candles sit decorated with flowers and such.

Lively: This is the Advent Wreath. Christians uses this wreath and candle set up this time of year to celebrate the birth of their savior JESUS Christ. Well I'm using this Advent wreath in the same manor. You see I am the savior of wrestling, and have proved to be just that through out my stint here in APW. Take the Overdrive title. Pretty much a jobber belt until I reinvented that title and made it a glorious title to fight for. I made it something to be proud of, fight for, and strive to become. Hence why it has now made it's way to the Experts cross branded show for defending. Hell the title would have been laughed off the card prior to ME holding it.

Now Chris Cyrus take a look at the Xtreme scene here in APW, it's been dormant for quite some time. It was pretty much nothing prior to you getting a hold of that title and has done nothing but be a fixture on your shoulder since. Lowe card matches get more Xtreme then the matches you have to defend that title. m

You act as if you are too good for Xtreme, too high class to compete in such a barbaric manor. I think it's not your class that holds you back it's that scarred little ass. You are fucking joke, your meddling has been simply that, and your reign will be trampled in a dusty trail I blaze right through your ass coming up at Christmas Chaos. So this being the first week of Advent we light the first candle folks.

Lively pulls out a lighter and sparks it to life. He holds it to the wick of the first candle on the wreath lighting it for all to see.

Lively: This is the first candle lit, and it is known as the Prophet candle. It is meant to signify the hope that JESUS Christ will be born, and will carry the Burdon of the world by baring the cross for our sins. In doing so he will save us from the fiery burning death that is sure to be our destiny as we perish in hell. Well APW has been living in sin, the Xtreme title has been dying a fiery death in hell by the hands of Chris Cyrus. As I light this candle here tonight folks, it sends out a clear message to all those watching, and this little bitch in the back that a savior is coming. Coming to strip you of that title, and free us all from the Xtreme Shi****ess that has plagued us for eight to nine months. The prophecy has been proclaimed, and a savior I am. This title will be free, and the fans will once again get a dose of Xtreme wrestling to quench their die hard, blood thirsty appetites. I will be the man to rip you from limb to limb Cyrus. Unlike all your other challengers you know that I can, and will make my promises come to be reality. I think you are zero and six or seven against me KID. Who keeps track when the end result is the same time and time again. At Christmas Chaos expect nothing short of the same as I unleash a fury on your ass so I can become the first ever Grand Slam champion. Expect the unexpected. Drop this silly notion that you will not get Xtreme because you will have no choice. Once the bell rings the title is already mine. You won't need to fight to keep a hold of the belt, instead you will be forced to get Xtreme just to survive.

Like always, I will show these fucking idiots that follow us like sheep what they miss out on. They will see why my paycheck s****s outs little baby pay checks that are bigger then theirs. These retarded fans don't deserve the savior of this sport to give them a real dose of greatness, but just like the people of the world didn't deserve the first JESUS to die for their sins...you fucking assholes will get it either way.

Chris Cyrus I have been hinting to your demise for sometime since my arrival back in APW. You can say what you will, but the candle is lit, and three more will come to let you know that the your doom has finally come. With the rising of a Savior will come the falling of an era. The cardboard funhouse that you and Lippy The Leprechaun have built will crumble live on PPV. Hell it has already begun the weaken at the seams as Biggs fell to Shadow. The Hardcore Kid Chris Cyrus, you will surely be the next piece in the imploding of this funhouse of retardation that you Awesome Assclowns have been parading in. You will realize that having a wee little friend, a new haircut, and refusing to swing a chair will not make you a man, just help you fall to ONE. The Hottest s**** Going is about to show you first hand Chris Cyrus why...the smell coming from me is oh so great!!!

Lively drops the mic on the mat, and strikes a JESUS pose by the Advent Wreath. The single light flickers as the fans shower Lively with hate, and break out into a "FUCK YOU JESUS" chant.

Chase: Well, uhh not sure but I think Michael Lively is trying to send a message to the champ using candles.

Harvey: Yeah might be a first in wrestling...surely APW, but leave it to Lively to...I don't know, lets go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

There is a Christmas tree in the A.K.A's office. It is brightly decorated with car air fresheners and fishing lures. There is a small fake fire painted on the bay door as Slade and Shadow sit there in black and green robes and large cushy chairs. Craven has a pipe in his mouth while Shadow has a monocle over one eye. When the both speak they adopt the mannerisms and tone of a WASP.

Slade- Well good sir it would seem to be the appropriated time to open presents wouldn’t you agree good sir?

Shadow: Quiet right.

Craven turns to the camera and then exhales through the pipe blowing some bubbles into the air.

Slade- Welcome to a Very A.K.A.Christmas, where we will forgo the usual topics of wrestling and discuss a very important matter not being addressed by anyone else

Both speak in Unison

Slade & Shadow: Douche bags

Shadow: While the plight of the everyday Douche bag may be ignored by other we at the A.K.A. feel everyone needs to know the ways to spot a Douche bag and how to deal with them.

Slade- Friends at home, please look to your left, now look to your right, if you think you have spotted a Douche bag, and shout it out so that others may know.

Shadow: Douche bags are known for wearing flamboyant clothing and pretending they are better than everyone else.

He holds up a picture of Biggs.

Shadow: Or they experience violent fits of rage that sparks questions of early child abuse.

As he says this he sets down the first picture and holds up one of Victor Hades.

Slade- Still there are those who were genetically cursed with the douche-gene. These people cannot help their calling and usually end up on television show "Tool Academy" exhibiting their prickishness. These people...

Craven holds up a picture of Level One

Slade- ...should be euthanized to make room for others who actually do what they can to make the world a better place.

Craven then holds up a replica of the Last Supper, except he is sitting where Jesus is and Shadow sits where Peter does.

Slade- This has been the A.K.A. with a public service announcement on identifying douche bags.

Shadow reaches down and picks up a small box, he hands it over to Slade.

Shadow: Merry Christmas old friend.

Slade- Why thank you Shadow.

Before opening it, Slade hand Shadow his present, a small flat box. Then Craven opens it slowly and looks inside. Then he pulls out a box of Gas-X. Craven looks at him as Shadow opens his which turns out to be an autographed photo of Slade Craven. There is an awkward silence as they both examine their useless gifts, then Craven nods and smiles. Shadow just sets his beside the chair with a blank expression. Slade reaches to into his coat and pulls out a small envelope.

Slade- And now the Christmas bonus.

Shadow: Yes the Christm- What?

Slade- The bonus, you didn't get yours yet?

Shadow: No.

"The Main Man" looks at the extravagant envelope and opens it curious about the contents. He pulls out a small letter and reads.

Slade- Dear Slade, As you may know, on 31st January 2010 the Experts are running the fifth annual Invitational event. After deliberation, we at the Experts have decided to invite you to represent APW. - So, would you like to accept the invitation?

Craven sits there for a moment as Shadow just looks at him. His tag partner nudges him with his foot to get Craven to respond. Slade is a little stunned. They whisper in their normal non-WASP voices.

Shadow: Dude? We're still on the air.

Slade- Oh, oh yeah.

They cut back to their voices

Shadow: So Slade, you have been invited to compete, what do you say old chap?

Slade- I accept.

He smiles big but the shock is still kind of on his face as the camera pulls back showing both of them sitting in their chairs with the face fire painted behind them before everything fades away as we go to the next match

Victor Hades Vs Pence Weatherlight

[ Ding! Ding! ]

Both men immediately shoot across the ring to one another and clash at the center of the ring, like two trains hitting a head-on collision as they lock up. Both trying to over-power the other as they hold their ground, Pence adjusts his footing only to be pushed to the ropes. Still keeping a tight lock he uses the ropes for momentum and shifts his weight, turning Hades back into the ropes changing positions. Hades quickly scouting this shifts once more and drives Pence back into the corner, only to have the senior referee official dive in between both men to break it up.

Harvey: "Great work by our referees tonight, they're on top of it."

Hades with a smug look slowly turns to obey the referee's orders and slips in a quick thumb to Pence's left eye, who doubles over shielding his face partially blinded.

Chase: "Oh that was low, come on ref keep your damn eyes open!"

Harvey: "Try telling Pence Weatherlight that."

The referee shouts at Hades pointing an index finger ordering him to not do it again or he'll be disqualified, as Hades narrowing his eyes appears to tell the referee off. Pence meanwhile staggers blinded out of the corner with an arm extended, as Hades quickly latches the open arm and wrenches it tightly. Pence blinking a bit feels Hades grab hold and quickly counters into a well-executed hammerlock. Hades grimacing slightly to the tight hold looks over his shoulder for an opening, kneeling down to a knee before scooping Pence and delivers a quick fireman's carry. As Pence flips over and plants his body back-first into the mat, Hades meets Pence on the canvas and applies a quick headlock.

Harvey: "Some fine chain-wrestling we're seeing here by these two men tonight, wouldn't you say?"

Chase: "Couldn't agree with you more these two are fierce competitors that go years back into the business together. They've scouted each other and know each other very well in that ring."

Hades wrenches the headlock tightly with his shoulders resting along Pence's shoulder and collar-bone, as Pence holds an arm up to avoid a pinning-predicament. Wrenching the headlock Hades flips over shoving his forearm in Pence's face and covers Pence for a quick count.

Referee: "ONE!"


The referee slams the palm of his hand down into the canvas, checking Pence's shoulders as he raises it once more.





Referee: "TWO!!"






Pence throws his arm up almost immediately and kicks out, snapping up into the sit-up position as Hades keeps the headlock applied, pressing a hand to Hades' gut Pence forces him into the ropes. Shoving Hades off the ropes he whips Hades across the ring, as Hades sprints back he is met by a powerful shoulder block. Pence slamming his shoulder into Hades' chest sends him flat on his back, looking down to Hades before racing back into the ropes. Staying low to the ground like a snake waiting to strike, Hades drops down as Pence leaps over and hits the ropes. Using great athleticism Hades leapfrogs over as Pence comes back, Hades ducks and hooks Pence's legs and lifts Pence up before driving him to the mat with a spinebuster!

Chase: "Nice!"

Harvey: "These two are on FIRE tonight!"

Hades keeping a tight and locked grip around Pence's legs and waist, displays great upper body strength to hoist Pence back up and delivers a SECOND spinebuster! The crowd gasps in a horrorified-like awe, as Pence's impact shakes the entire ring. Hades breathing and grumbling loudly, keeps his grip locked in tight and lifts Pence up once more...

Harvey: "Could we see it, Hades going for a hat-trick here...!"

As Pence is lifted into the air he latches his arms around Hades' neck, using his leverage and momentum arches back and rolls into the canvas. Springing backwards before launching Hades up and over, Monkey-Flipping Hades across the ring!!

Chase: "Wow, execellent wrestling counter by Pence!"

Harvey: "There just is no stopping these two tonight, they want this badly!"

Hades slams hard into the canvas and sits up with the expression written all over his face, eyes narrowed and nostrils flaring as he grimaces in pain from the aching impact on his spine. Rolling over Hades staggers to his feet as Pence meets Hades getting vertical, snapping a quick kick before hooking Hades' arm. Hoisting him up and high over his own frame, before dropping back down to earth as he slams Hades with a beautiful vertical suplex. Rolling over Pence scrambles quickly over to Hades and quickly covers hooking the leg...

Referee: "ONE...!!"


The referee shouts loudly, slamming his hand into the mat.





Referee: "TWO....!!"


Hades shoves Pence off by shoving the palm of his hand into Pence's face, kicking out after only two as he rolls over.

Chase: "Damn, only two there!"

Harvey: "It's going to take Pence a hell of a lot more to put Hades away there Johnny, he's going to have to think of something much bigger than that."

The frustration on Pence's face shows as he looks to the referee who holds up two fingers, reminding Pence it was only a two count. As Pence shakes his head and quickly gets to his feet, Hades already to his feet as well scouts Pence approaching. Holding the back of his neck before delivering a swift elbow to the face that sends Pence back, stepping in as he snaps a kick into Pence's abdomen that nearly knocks the wind out of him. Doubling over, Pence grunts holding his gut as Hades hooks both of Pence's arms pulling him in and hoisting him up... driving Pence back down to the mat for a powerful double-underhook powerbomb. Hooking Pence's legs tightly, Hades screams to the referee.

Victor Hades-"Count it!"

Hades barks, as the referee slides along the canvas and begins the count...


Referee: "ONE!!"







Referee: "TWO!!"


Pence kicks out rolling backwards and onto his knees, reversing the pin and holds Hades legs for a countering pin of his own!


Referee: "ONE!!"





Referee: "TWO!!"




Chase: "Oh my god!"


Hades kicks out as he wraps both legs around Pence's small neck and rolls him into a hurricarana like pin, hooking Pence's legs as he makes yet another pinfall attempt.

Harvey: "These guys just don't quit!"


Referee: "ONE!!"







Referee: "TWO!!"



Pence kicks out.

Hades nearly falling over grabs ahold of his damp, jet-black hair and appears to nearly turn a shade of red. Glaring down at Pence lying along the mat Hades appears to nearly snap, pounding hard rights into his skull until the referee breaks it up. Hades screaming and arguing with the referee official, gets shoved back as the referee attempts to shove Hades...but gets too scared.


Referee: "Keep that kind of attitude up and I will disqualify you!"

The referee barks at a distance to Hades who stares back, as Hades turns back to Pence and drags him to his feet.

Harvey: "Hades better be careful out there, he does something any more drastic than that and he might cost himself a win."


Chase: "Yeah but you really have to wonder, how much does a victory over Pence Weatherlight mean to Hades as opposed to quite literally breaking Pence Weatherlight in half?"

Harvey: "Very true."

Hades grasping ahold of Pence's arm backs him into the ropes and launches Pence as he whips him across the ring, only to be reversed as Pence now whips Hades instead! Hades hits the ropes and comes back as Pence cuts Hades nearly in half with a powerful spear!

Chase: "I think that just gave me an upset stomach."

Hades being plowed into the canvas rolls over grunting in pain as he holds his gut tightly, to the fans roaring reaction Pence struggles to climb to his feet. Signaling for the "Battle Testimony" Pence gets a burst of cheers from the packed sold-out crowd, as he tugs on the dark strands of Hades' hair pulling him to his feet. Pence kicking Hades' in the gut steps in and hooks Hades' waist and legs as he lifts Hades into the air, only to be met by a powerful knee to the face. Hades nearly staggering drops to his feet and whips around leaping into the air-PELEE KICK!

Harvey: "What a kick, Hades saw the "Battle Testimony" coming and cleaned Weatherlight's clock with that one!"

Hades and Pence both laying out along the mats gets a mixed reaction from the crowd as they fire up, meanwhile the senior official seeing both men down begins the count at ringside...



Referee: "ONE...!!"





"TWO!"







"THREE!"



Harvey: "Both competitors down here..."


Chase: "They better dig down and find some fire here before its too late."

"FOUR...!!"





"FIVE!!"


Both men manage to finally shake the cobwebs and reach the ropes, clearly with the use of the ropes they struggle to get up.



"SIX..!!"




"SEVEN!!"


Hades manages to prop himself against a turnbuckle pad in the opposite corner, as Pence uses the ropes to get to his feet across the ring. Hades staggering across the ring meets Pence head on in the center of the ring, Pence lunging forward delivers a hard shot to the chin, as Hades answers back with a loud right hand of his own. Pence staggering a step back, comes back with another powerful left hook of his own. Hades growing tense from the stinging shot, answers back with a harding shot to the cheek. As does Pence who now appears fired up as well, Hades growing frustrated steps in with a quick knee to the stomach.

Pence staggering a bit off balance from the unexpected blow, stumbles back into the turnbuckle as Hades follows. Scooping Pence up Hades places Pence on the top turnbuckle, ascending to the middle turnbuckle as he climbs. Suddenly, Pence gets another wind as he grasps ahold of Hades' hair and neck tightly. Beginning to viciously headbutt Hades until a small bit of blood trickles down Hades' forehead. Hooking Hades' arm over his shoulder, Pence with bloodshot eyes and a rush of adrenaline falling over him screams to the crowd loudly.

Pence: "HEAVY ARTILLERY!!"

Pence makes a blood-thirsty cry as he screams aloud, getting a roaring reaction from the crowd as he sets Hades up. Hoisting Hades up off the turnbuckle with all of his remaining strength as he dives off the turnbuckle...crashing to the mat as he plants Hades spine-first!!

Chase: "Wow!! What an impact!!"

Harvey: "Pence wasn't going to give up, he wasn't going to go down without a fight and tonight he proved it!"

Crashing to the canvas both men appear to be knocked out from the impact, Weatherlight toppled over across Hades appears not to be moving as the referee counts the pinfall...


Referee: "ONE...!"





Referee: "TWO...!!"







Referee: "THREE...!!"


[ Ding! Ding! Ding! ]

Nicky Paige: "Ladies and gentleman, here is your winner...PENCE...WEATHERLIGHT!"

Chase: What a match

Harvey: These two gave it their all

The ref raises Pence arm in victory and Pence celebrates then leaves the ring. As Pence heads up the entrance ramp, Hades get to his feet. Overdrive goes to commercial with two-bloodied warriors staring each other down after a hellacious battle...

[President Jeff]

As we come back from commercial we find our savior walking with swagger about him. The man not dressed for action as he seems to have the week off from action strolls light footed through the back halls of the arena. This surely has pleased the fans, not having to watch him constantly perform at high levels of greatness, yet they still have got a dose of his disgusting hateful attitude earlier by coming out to the ring to light his Advent Wreath. Lively then takes a left and stops at a locker room door. The camera pans in showing the name on the door to be Chris Cyrus. Lively gives a courtesy knock then kicks the fucking thing off it's hinges.

Chris Cyrus who seems to be lacing up his boots looks up shocked as the door falls on the ground. The Xtreme champion leaps to his feet in shock, grabbing the title next to him on the bench and clutching it as if he is going strike Lively if he makes a move. Lively simply smirks at the nervous champion who just got caught off guard.

Lively: Easy buddy, I didn't mean to interrupt your personal one on one time with your right hand.

Cyrus: What do you want Lively? You shouldn't even be here tonight, you're not booked for action.

Lively: Yeah an unfortunately you aren't either. You see I had hopes that I could return the favor you gave me for the last two weeks, and cost you a match. Instead maybe I will cost your boy Biggs his match. Maybe he will not regain his title here on Overdrive thanks to my interference. Maybe I get involved in his match, stick my nose in like you have done repeatedly and help old Shadow out with an assists in keeping his newly won prize. This would tickle my insides...

Cyrus: You better keep your ass...

Lively: What are you gonna do about it pussy!! Listen this only involves you because you wrote the check that I am going to cash on Biggs here tonight. You see, it will be your fault that he losses his rematch. It will be your fault that he comes up SHORT..(chuckles) and doesn't regain the Overdrive championship. When you see me Chris, and the bell rings as Shadow gets his hand raised you remember that it is YOUR fault, and this is just the beginning. Come Christmas Chaos...you will be left on a heap of shit, as I give that pretty title a rebirth with a rightful home right here.

Lively points between his legs where he drapes all his previous titles. Chris Cyrus looks down at Lively's hands as Michael then spits in the face of Xtreme Champ. Chris Cyrus charges toward the man who gets ready to strike. Security rushes into the backstage area getting between the two men just in time. Chris Cyrus wipes the spit from his eyes as the guards hold him back. A few guards grab Lively by the arms dragging him away from the locker room.

Lively: Later champ...don't forget to tell Biggs to look out for me, it's happening trust me, right in front of your very eyes Chris...nothing you can do about it.

We go back to ringside where Jason Royce is heading towards the commentators table for our next match

Mark Moment Vs Assassin
Special guest commentator: Jason Royce

Mark and Assassin lock up and Assassin brings Mark to the corner. The ref breaks them up and Assassin takes a swing. Mark move and puts Assassin in the corner and goes at him with punches and then throws him into the opposite corner and Assassin bounces out and walks into a back body drop and then an arm drag into an arm bar.

Harvey: Mark is looking good early on here.

Jason: Are we watching the same match Darren. That was a horrible drop kick he did and that arm bar isn’t even placed right. Just shows how much of a rookie this Kid is.

Assassin gets to his feet and punches Mark with his free hand and then grabs Mark and snap mares and kicks him in the spine. Assassin pulls Mark up and suplexes him in the middle of the ring and make a cover.
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Chase: Mark’s speed is really helping him right now

Jason: Mark isn’t that fast. He’s still a rookie. He doesn’t know how to utilize his speed to his advantage. All it takes is one kick to the knee and his speed is useless.

Mark goes after Assassin and Mark is met in a knee to the stomach. Assassin grabs Mark and throws him into the corner chest first. Mark stumbles backwards and Assassin grabs Mark and hit’s a German Suplex. Assassin goes for the cover
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Assassin lifts Mark up and picks him up over his shoulder and goes for a running power slam, but Mark slides off Assassin’s back and drop kicks Assassin in the back. Assassin falls into the middle ropes. Mark runs off the ropes and goes for a 619, but Assassin moves. Mark spins back into the ring, Assassin grabs him and hit’s a Belly to Belly suplex over the top rope and Mark lands right in front of the commentators table.

Jason: Look at this bum.

Assassin goes outside the ring and points to Jason who stands up

Jason: You don’t want any of this.

Assassin goes to grab Mark, but Mark spears Assassin into the ring apron. With Jason still standing, Mark goes and sucker punches Jason. Jason goes down and Mark rolls Assassin into the ring and climbs to the top rope. Jason is up and jumps on the ring apron. The ref tries to get him down, but at the same time, Jason is shaking the ropes and Mark loses his balance and falls on the top rope and into the ring. Jason jumps down and Assassin grabs Mark and DDT’s him. Assassin covers
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Winner: Assassin

Chase: Royce just cost Mark the match

Harvey: You could argue that Mark cost himself the match when he struck Jason

Before Assassin can get up and celebrate, Jason is in the ring and begins attacking Assassin. The bell is ringing as Jason picks Assassin up for the GTS. Mark is up and spears Jason. Mark attacks Jason and then Assassin pulls him off and starts attacking Jason. Mark pulls Assassin off and goes back on the attack on Jason. Assassin then starts attacking Mark and its an all out brawl in the ring.

: Stop it RIGHT NOW!

The wrestlers stop as Max Carter walks onto the stage

Max: I’m putting an end to this right now and making a match for Christmas Chaos. It will be Mark Moment Verses Assassin Verses Jason Royce in a triple threat match at Christmas Chaos.

Chase: A rematch from a month ago

Harvey: Jason sneaked out the win before, can he do it again?

Overdrive goes to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes back from commercial

Harvey: Here we go again, President Jeff is going to try and get Mac from EWC to accept his challenge

Chase: Gotta hand it to Jeff, he just won’t take no as an answer

Jeff gets a mic and is in the ring ready to talk

Jeff: Last week, I told everyone that I would go to Monday Night Brawl and confront Mac on Accepting my Challenge. So this past Monday, I go to the season premier of Monday Night Brawl. I get to the arena and I’m greeted by a few women. They bring me into the arena and as they sit me in a room, promising me that Mac would show up, out in the ring, Mac is making a mockery of me. It was pathetic. And then, some how, I end up back at my hotel room, only to soon find out that my drink was drugged. A class act by EWC and Mac. It just proves my point. Mac is a joke. EWC is a joke. Mac thinks this whole thing is a joke. We’ll Mac, you want a joke, here’s a joke, Knock Knock.

The fans yell out “Who’s There”

Jeff: A guy who’s ego is so bigger than what’s in his pant. You Mac, who think this is all just a little game. A man who is scared to accept my challenge. A month ago Mac, I laid the challenge out on the table and your scared. I called you out on National TV, and you wussed out. It shows what Kind of person you are. It shows what Kind a man you are. See Mac, you think you can just leave for a year and then think everything is ok. You think you can just come back, restart EWC and act like its some great fed. Your not fooling me Mac. EWC is Garbage. APW, it’s the land of opportunities. it’s the place with the most exciting wrestling on the market.

Mac, I worked for you before, I know the kind of business man you are and a match like this, I figured by now you would have accepted. This can be one of the biggest matches in wrestling history. Owner Verses Owner Mac. The guy who carried EWC and Monday Night Brawl for 14 months 2 years ago, against the owner of EWC. Its Money in both our pockets Mac. People will pay to see it. And to be honest, I’m not calling you out for the Money, I’ve been wanting you in the ring for a long time, And I called you out now, because, who knows when the opportunity like this for me will happen again.

The crowd begins to chant “Mac Sucks”

Jeff: So Mac, The challenge is still there. December 20th, at the Staples Center. I know you know where it is. Christmas Chaos. I’ll be waiting for you Mac. And one more thing Mac. Thru Howling Winds….And Pouring Rain…YOU WILL FEAR……

Jeff is cut off

Voice: BIG DANNY MAC

Chase: WHAT?

The Titantron flickers on and appearing on it is none other than the President of EWC, Mac. Everyone turns towards the screen. The fans boo, Jeff, a little upset that he got interrupted.

Mac: Sorry to interrupt. I figured I’d save the fans from another long boring speech about challenging me.

The crowd boo’s Mac even louder.

Mac: Jeff, I don’t understand your fascination of fighting me. I’m retired. All I want to do is run EWC to the best of my ability. Make it the number one wrestling promotion in the world. I have no real reason to accept your challenge. I got nothing to prove. So please Jeff, leave me alone.

Jeff: No Mac, I won’t leave you alone. You ignored me time and time again. Deep down Mac, I know you want to fight me. I know your craving to get back in the ring. See Mac, I think your scared. Scared because you know you don’t have it any more, scared that The 2005 Battle for the Best tournament winner isn’t the man he used to be. Prove me wrong Mac. Prove the world wrong and Fight me. FIGHT ME MAC!

Mac ponders for a second

Mac: I think I know what all this is about Jeff. Your jealous. Your Jealous of me. Your jealous in the fact that no matter what you do, no matter how hard you try, that EWC is number one and APW will always be number two.

The crowd quickly boo and then start chanting “APW, APW,APW”

Mac: How cute, you taught them how to chant for you.

The APW Chants get louder and Jeff smiles in the ring, knowing the fans are behind him

Mac: So you want me at Christmas Chaos, December 20th?



YOU GOT IT!

The fans cheer as now the match is official

Mac: But let me make this clear. I’m not fighting you want this match. I’m doing it because I know how determine and passionate you are. I’m doing it so you can stop buggy me. So I can go on and live my life without people asking me why I haven’t accepted your challenge. So Yes Jeff, I accept your challenge, on the condition of that, after this is all said and done, You don’t bother me ever again. AND, I want this match to be a No Holds Bared Falls Count Anywhere’s match!

Jeff: Its on Mac. And I won’t need to bother you again, because at Christmas Chaos, It will be the beginning of the end for YOU!

Jeff drops the mic as Raining Blood by Slayer hit’s the PA and you hear Mac Say “I’ll see you at Christmas Chaos.” The Titantron cuts out as Jeff exit’s the ring, slapping the fans of the fans

Chase: Its finally official. President Jeff Verses President Mac at Christmas Chaos, December 20th!

Harvey: I honestly didn’t think this match would happen.

Chase: This is gonna be one for the history books.

Harvey: Christmas Chaos could very well be the best Pay Per View of the year.

Chase: Don’t go away folks, we’ll be right back

Overdrive goes to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Put you on game; is currently playing on the speakers as the world champion stands in an ever so-vibrant ring.

Harvey: I can't believe Level-One right now! A pre-match celebration? What in the world does Level-One need to celebrate about anyways? His recent loss to a girl!?

Chase: Hey, for someone whom looks good in a skirt—you shouldn't be calling anyone out on their manhood! I'm concerned with the APW and the APW only, Harvey.

With the world heavyweight championship strapped around his shoulder; Level-One takes the time to admire the hard work by the stage hands. The ring has been coated with vibrant red carpet and a table with finger foods, deserts, and other assortments of goods align itself on the table. A poster with Level-One holding the world heavyweight championship sits in the corner of the turn-buckle. Level-One can't help but coax back in a black leather chair and stare down the crowd in-front of him.

''You suck, you suck, you suck'' The crowd chants.

Now wielding a microphone Level-One kicks his feet up on the end of the couch showing very little respect to the crowd in the process. Level-One lazily, lifts the microphone to his mouth, but enthusiasm is clearly present in voice as he addresses the crowd...

Level-One: Welcome to the viewers watching at home or the idiots streaming this free broadcast from their internet browsers and of course the pathetic creatures here tonight, how could I forget the lot of you?

The boos pour in but Level-One merely shrugs his shoulders and continues on; like any real champion would.

Level-One: As world champion it is important that I think outside of the box. It's important that I stand out; while the rest try to insert themselves in the frame of the picture. And so tonight, I'm doing something different. See, it would be easy for me to celebrate my win AFTER I win it; but it's boring. It's been done before. It's all too common. But celebrating a win before the match actually happens? Well; that's television!

Harvey: Has Level-One lost his mind? You can't celebrate a win if you haven't won yet!

Chase: Hey, when your Level-One you can do whatever you want. There are no rules. When are you going to get over this fact?

Level-One spins his feet off the soft planting them onto the red carpeted canvas. Now sitting up, he leans over with the microphone to his mouth.

Level-One: Let's face the facts, folks. Slade Craven doesn't stand a chance. He's nothing more then an appetizer, a piece of filler; behind the scenes President Jeff is scouting new talent, scouting the next big name, the next number 1 contender for MY world championship, because even he knows you don't stand a chance. Slade... these fans? They don't think you stand a chance either...

''Yes we do'' The crowd chants back as Level-One nods his head, seemingly ignoring them.

Level-One: See, if they really thought you stood a chance they wouldn't be booing me. They would be cheering me. Encouraging me to continue to run my mouth, simply because you beating me would put the icing in the cake. But they know you don't have what it takes and they hate it. They boo, they jeer, they throw objects at me, but never hurt me. Slade, they know what's coming—and they're expressing themselves the only way they know how...

Slade deep down even YOU know I'm better then you. It isn't an opinion nor is it a myth; it's a fact, it's common sense, it's been documented and the world has seen you fall before—I am better then you. This pre match ceremony is only giving you the opportunity to see me bask in my glory, because clearly with your back to the mat and your soul slipping in and out of consciousness, skating on the ice we call the brink of death—this would surely be a celebration you will miss out on.

Level-One sits up off the couch and slowly wanders his way to the catering table. He grabs a piece of a jelly doughnut stuffing it in his mouth. Licking the jelly off his finger tips, he cockily slaps his belly...

Level-One: Figured I'd try to make this match a little more balanced...

His statement seemingly doesn't go over well with the crowd, as he tops it off with a sly grin. After thrashing Level-One with ear-shattering boos a ''Slade Craven is going to kick your ass'' chants begins to pick up from the grassroots of the arena.

Level-One: So, I want you all to close your eyes, take a deep breath and envision the night that is sure to come! Level-One drops Slade Craven on the back of his head with a vicious Level-Advance, the crowd cries in horror! Hooking the leg, the referee with a scowl on his face is forced to drop down, count to three and send Slade Craven home with shattered pride, hopes and dreams—later to be comforted by his boyfriends in Ass Licker's Synonymous!

Level-One spins around pointing at the ring announcer; following the gesture up with a sharp demand of APW ring announcer.

Level-One: You know what to do...

The cameras focus in on Paige who wields the microphone feeling scolded by the sharp demands of Level-One. Paige lifts the microphone to her mouth, closing her eyes as she begins to deliver the big announcement...

Paige: Your winner and STILL the world heavyweight champion... Level-One!

As if on Que, Level-One rips the world title off his own shoulder and raises it high above the air. He falls to his knees gripping his prized possession before laying it on the mat below. He kisses the belt as if he just won the world title for the first time, before eagerly lifting it back up again. Level-One rushes a turn-buckle, lifting the world title high above his head mocking the crowd, whom boos at him relentlessly.

Chase: You can tell Level-One has been preparing himself for a long time for this win against Slade Craven!

Harvey: He hasn't even won anything, goddamn it Chase!


Suddenly, the crowds boos turn into cheers as Slade Craven comes ripping through the crowd. Slade Craven hops over a ring barrier and slips under the bottom rope. Level-One's smile quickly turns into a look of confusion at the crowds sudden change of behaviour. Level-One can't help but turn around only to eat his own poster to his face!

Harvey: And Slade Craven with a huge shot!

Level-One is dazed by the shot to the head with his own poster as he stumbles around on two feet. Groggily, Level-One pulls the poster from around his head and throws it to the side—but before he can conjure up any offence, Slade Craven catches Level-One with the Cliq Kick! Level-One flies back, hitting the catering table. His legs kicking out beneath him as he crashes over landing hard on his back; covered in various pieces of food.

Chase: Slade Craven is a thug! He can't do this to our world champion! There is cake smudge on his APW championship! Look at that!

Slade Craven picks up the APW world championship, wiping away the cake smudge and throwing the championship casually over his shoulders. Slade Craven smiles slapping the plate of the gold uttering the words ''This is mine come Christmas Chaos''

However as Slade Craven turns back to admire his work, Level-One has already gotten up to his knees. Groggily, Level-One takes a few steps back ripping the title right off the shoulder of Slade Craven, before hitting the deck like a sack of potatoes, rolling out barely lifeless under the bottom rope. Slade Craven can't help but watch in amazement, as a disoriented Level-One eagerly makes his way up the ramp.

Harvey: Slade Craven taught Level-One a lesson tonight, Harvey. This is pleasant to see!

Chase: Well, Level-One is still standing—perhaps that's the biggest mistake Slade Craven could possibly make going into their match up at Christmas Chaos.

Slade Craven looks the cheering crowd and nods his head, as the scene slowly goes backstage

Michael Lively casually walks up to the sound engineer just behind the entrance ramp. Lively clears his throat getting the mans attention.

Lively: The main event is next hunh?

Engineer: Yep, just cueing up the music right now.

Lively: Nice, I'm gonna just hang here so I can watch the match...cool with you.

Engineer: I guess, what’s the harm.

Just then Lively’s gets shoved right into the man as a fist slams into the back of his head.

Chris Cyrus: You aren't getting involved in this match you son of a bitch, and I'll make sure of it.

Chris Cyrus begins pulming the JESUS who shoves the man back trying to create space to defend himself. Chris Cyrus charges back at Lively as the sound engineer jumps from his seat. Lively nails the champ with a Pele Kick. Cyrus staggers backward, as Lively strikes forward with two right hands. Lively goes for a thrid as Chris ducks it, shoots in scooping Lively up and rams him back first into an equiptment case. The White Lion grunts in pain, reaches back getting a hold of an empty beer bucket. With a heafty swing it collides with Chirs Cyrus's skull. Ice flings from the bucket as Cyrus grabs his forehead. Lively tries to take the mans head off with a superkick, but the champ steps to the side. He spears Lively to the ground and they both begin rolling around on the floor tradding punches.

Security rushes in once more, and try like hell to break these two men apart. Some how they manage to get back at each other. Lively starts wind milling fists at Cyrus and cursing like Ralphy from the Christmas Story. Cyrus leans his head back avoiding the shots and jabs the JESUS right in the face. Security then tackles Michael Lively as he screams.

Lively: It's over Cyrus...over you little bitch!!!

The sound engineer walks back to his seat shaking his head in amazement.

Engineer: What a bunch of lunatics!

The man then looks down at his console ready to cue the music for the main event.

Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match promises to be an epic encounter as Shadow defends his newly won APW Overdrive Championship against Biggs in a 2-out-of-3 Falls Match! This match has been declared the final encounter between these two, and it promises to be nothing short of amazing!

Chase: Although it's questionable as to why Shadow got a shot at the belt at Rival Factions in the first place, this has been quite the rivalry, and tonight it comes to a close!

Harvey: In order to be able to present this match in full without commercial interruption, Ford Motor Company has offered to sponsor this match-up! Stay tuned after this seven minute presentation by Ford for our main event!

APW Overdrive goes to a commercial break.

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After the break, the fans sit in eager anticipation for the bout they are about to witness.

Harvey: Welcome back to APW Overdrive, a big thanks to Ford for sponsoring our main event!

Chase: We aren't cutting away from this one for anything! The network has even agreed to give us an extra half-an-hour in case things go long!

Harvey: Knowing how well conditioned these two are, I wouldn't be surprised! Tonight has a big fight atmosphere, and this crowd is ready to see this match get underway!

The arena lights fade to a dim blue as “Spaceman,” by The Killers, hits the PA and the fans begin to boo. Blue laser lights shoot from the stage as blue spotlights twirl about the arena. Strobe lights are flashing as Biggs makes his entrance, clad in his usual ring jacket and shades, but instead of sporting his trademark smirk, he has a scowl across his face. The usual dance in his step is noticeably missing as Biggs makes his way down the ramp, ignoring the catcalls from the fans!

Harvey: Biggs is none too happy about losing the APW Overdrive Championship to Shadow this past Sunday at The Expert's Rival Factions!

Chase: Well, according to Biggs, Shadow never even deserved that title shot in the first place!

Biggs reaches the ring, walks up the steps, and slingshots himself over the top rope into the ring. He makes his way to the far corner, and stands there, awaiting the arrival of his opponent. The crowd comes alive as Alterbridge's “Metalingus” blares over the speakers and strobe lights flash about the arena! Shadow enters to thunderous cheers from the crowd, and raises the APW Overdrive Championship triumphantly in the air before slinging it over his shoulder and making his way down the ramp.

Harvey: And listen to the ovation for the new APW Overdrive Champion! If there was any justice in this world, he would have a nice, long reign!

Chase: The only nice, long thing Shadow deserves isn't appropriate to mention on TV!

Harvey: You should be fired for that comment!

Shadow slaps fives with the fans as he goes along, not breaking his stare on the former APW Overdrive Champion in the ring. Shadow reaches the foot of the ramp, and steps up onto the apron before entering the ring! As he does so, both him and Biggs meet in the center of the ring, staring each other down. The ref separates them, while the lights come back on and Nicky Paige begins the ring announcements.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is brought to you by Ford, and is your APW Overdrive Main Event! It is scheduled for two out of three falls and is for the APW Overdrive Championship! The first man to win two decisions by pinfall, submission, count out, or disqualification will be declared the APW Overdrive Champion! Introducing the participants, first, to my right, he weighs in tonight at 217 pounds, from Seattle, Washington, he is the challenger, Biggs!

The crowd boos as Biggs continues to scowl while removing his shades and jacket.

Paige: And his opponent, to my left, weighing in tonight at 295 pounds, from Dallas, Texas, he is the reigning and defending APW Overdrive Champion, Shadow!

The crowd erupts into loud cheers as Shadow raises his APW Overdrive Championship high in the air again before handing it to the ref, who raises it high in the air. After Nicky Paige has exited the ring, the ref hands the belt to her before calling for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Shadow vs. Biggs

Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen, we'd be remiss to not remind you that this match has huge implications for Christmas Chaos! The winner of this match will go on to the pay per view to defend it against their respective opponent! If Biggs wins it, he defends it against Pence Weatherlight! If Shadow retains, he defends it against the sadistic Victor Hades!

The crowd is in a going wild as both men stand in the middle of the ring, staring each other down. Biggs sneers as he looks up towards Shadow, and the APW Overdrive Champ doesn't seem too pleased to see Biggs either. After a few tense moments, Biggs throws the first punch, which Shadow blocks! Shadow replies with a right fist of his own, clocking Biggs in the face! Biggs stumbles back a bit, and Shadow proceeds to unload on the arrogant former champ! Biggs tries to get his hands up to defend himself, but Shadow is just too powerful, batting Biggs' hands away before following up with a vicious fist! As Biggs falls to the mat, he quickly scurries out of the ring, and rolls onto the arena floor! The fans boo as Biggs gathers himself on the outside, waiting until the ref is to the count of eight before rolling back into the ring! Right as he enters, though, Biggs rolls right back out, restarting the count! Shadow motions for Biggs to get back in, but again, Biggs takes his time, rolling in and out on eight again! This just makes the fans more angry, and draws the ire of Shadow, who then walks over to the ropes, and steps out onto the apron! As Shadow hops down to the floor, Biggs takes of in a full dash, and Shadow begins to chase him around the ring!

Harvey: What a chicken! Biggs talks about how great he is, and yet when push comes to shove, he won't even stand up to Shadow!

Chase: You don't see what Biggs is doing here! He's forcing Shadow to expend a ton of energy at the beginning of the match! You said yourself that this match is all about conditioning, and while both of these men are in phenomenal shape, the fact remains that Shadow's larger frame will actually do him a disservice in this match!

Harvey: Only if this match goes an inordinate amount of time! Shadow is in too good of shape to be gassed by this! Although I do agree with you that it behooves Shadow to try and finish this one earlier rather than later!

The fans are calling Biggs a rather mean name that involves the words “chicken” and “s***” as Shadow continues to chase him around the ring! After about two laps, Biggs slides back into the ring, and as Shadow follows him back in, he gives the champ a couple of hard stomps to the back of the head! The crowd boos the cheap shot, yet it gives Biggs the opening he needs to step out onto the apron. As Shadow gets to his feet, clutching the back of his head, Biggs slingshots himself onto the top rope, and springs off to grab Shadow with a Flying Head Scissors, taking the big man down to the mat! Biggs is immediately to his feet, giving Shadow a couple more stomps before getting down on the mat, and wrapping his legs around the skull of Shadow, locking in a Headscissors! The crowd boos at Biggs' blatant move theft!

Harvey: That's Shadow's move right there!

Chase: Hey, Shadow's put it on Biggs so much that Biggs might as well give him a taste of his own medicine!

Harvey: If that's the case, I don't want to hear you complain when Shadow busts some of Biggs' own moves out on him!

Biggs has a confident grin on his face as he squeezes his legs together as hard as he can! Shadow's face, or what can be seen of it, is turning red as the big man adjusts his weight, rolling Biggs onto his back! The confidence seen on Biggs face turns to shock as Shadow starts to push himself up, pulling Biggs up with him! Biggs tries to release the hold, but before he can, Shadow already has a hold of him, lifting him onto his shoulder! Shadow then gets a running start, and drills Biggs into the mat with a running Powerslam! The ref counts the pin,
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Harvey: Shadow almost had him there!

Shadow stays on the attack, getting to his feet, and yanking Biggs up by the head before tossing Biggs back first into the near turnbuckle! Shadow grabs a hold of Biggs' head, and uses his other hand to deliver punch after punch to the face of his arch-rival, while the fans scream with cheers of approval! After a few punches, Shadow climbs up to the second turnbuckle, and begins to unload a few more punches! The crowd counts along! “1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!” After the tenth punch, Biggs grabs a hold of Shadow's pants, trying to lift him up for a powerbomb or something, but Shadow doesn't budge at all! Shadow looks down at the suddenly terrified Biggs, smirks, and shakes his head “no” before giving Biggs 10 more punches to the head! The crowd is going wild at this point as Shadow hops down from the turnbuckle, motioning for Biggs to come out of the corner! When Biggs doesn't oblige, Shadow takes a few steps back, and gets a running start, crushing Biggs in the corner with a powerful Running Clothesline! As Biggs falls to his bum, Shadow grabs a hold of the top rope, and sticks his boot in the throat of Biggs, chocking the arrogant little punk, as the fans cheer him along! The ref starts the mandatory 5 count, and Shadow breaks on four, before going right back to chocking him with the boot again! This gets another large pop from the crowd, although the ref warns Shadow that he's not afraid to disqualify him!

Harvey: Shadow better watch out and not let his emotions take control! He's in danger of going down a fall on Biggs, despite being in control of this match!

Chase: Shadow did say that he was pissed tonight, and we're certainly seeing that in the ring! These two absolutely hate each other!

Back in the ring, Shadow again releases on the count of four, and then reaches down to prop Biggs in the corner! On the way up, Biggs gives Shadow a thumb to the eye, and drops down to the mat, rolling out of the ring again! Biggs grabs a hold of Shadow's ankle, and pulls his feet out right from beneath him, and tries to pull Shadow towards the post! Before Biggs can slam Shadow's knee against the unforgiving steel, Shadow pulls his leg back, causing Biggs to crash headfirst into the post!

Harvey: It looks like Biggs was trying to go for the knee of Shadow, which he worked all over during their match at Rival Factions!

Chase: With the way Shadow's dominating this match so far, it's not a bad idea!

Harvey: Do I sense that you're worried your hero might not be able to pull this one out?

Chase: Never! Biggs will walk out of here as champ!

Harvey: If you say so...

Shadow rolls out of the ring himself, pulling Biggs up by the head, and bouncing it off the apron before rolling Biggs right back into the ring! Biggs is still shaking the cobwebs out as Shadow slides back in, and goes down to pull him up! Biggs grabs a hold of Shadow's head, rolling him into a Small Package from out of nowhere,
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Shadow kicks out! The big man is none too pleased that Biggs almost pulled a fast one on him, and as he's to his feet first, he gives Biggs a stiff boot to the face as The Spaceman tries to get up. With Biggs in La La land, Shadow pulls him up again, and whips him towards the ropes! Biggs ducks the attempted Clothesline on the rebound, and springs off the middle rope, grabbing Shadow by the head and nailing a Flipping Inverted DDT! The crowd boos as Biggs rolls Shadow onto his belly, and hooks his arms into a Double Underhook! With Shadow unable to protect his head, Biggs drills knee after knee into the crown of Shadow's head, using the Ultimate Knee Strikes to wear the big man down! After about half-a-dozen shots, Biggs releases the Underhook, and floats over onto Shadow's back, driving his right knee right between the shoulder blades of Shadow as he pulls back with a vicious Chinlock! Biggs is grinding down Shadow, yanking back as hard as he can! When Shadow shows no signs of tapping out, Biggs releases the hold, but before he does, he lifts his right knee up and smashes it right into the upper back of Shadow! The crowd boos loudly as Biggs arrogantly gets to a vertical base, and measures up Shadow, motioning for him to get to his feet. As Shadow starts to get up, Biggs takes his boot, and stomps right in front of Shadow's face, dragging the laces of his boot across the bridge of Shadow's nose! Shadow falls back down to the mat, grabbing his face!

Harvey: What a dirty move there by Biggs! Just when you think you've seen every dirty trick in the book, Biggs writes another chapter!

Biggs rolls Shadow over onto his back, and goes for a cover, but doesn't even get a one count! Both men get to their feet at roughly the same time, and the two are at a standoff! Shadow and Biggs circle around the ring, neither one wanting to make the first huge mistake of the match. Finally, Biggs lifts his hand up as if to challenge Shadow to a test of strength. Shadow takes a look at Biggs, then the fans, with a slight grin on his face, suggesting that he can't believe that Biggs would want to take him on in a test of strength. He turns back to Biggs, then the fans, who cheer with approval, egging him on to accept Biggs' challenge! Biggs has a pensive look on his face as the much larger hand of Shadow engulfs his own, and then he lifts up his other hand, allowing Shadow to engulf that one as well! Shadow begins to twist Biggs' hands, getting the dominant position, but as he does so, Biggs takes a cheap shot, stomping Shadow right in the left knee!

Chase: That was the knee Biggs focused on at Rival Factions! There's no way that Shadow's left knee could be 100% tonight, and Biggs finally had the opportunity to exploit it!

Shadow releases the test of strength, and drops to one knee! Biggs takes a few steps back, and runs in to nail with the Shining Wizard! As Shadow is laid out face first on the mat, Biggs rolls him over onto his back, and goes for the cover,
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Harvey: This was the beginning of the end for Biggs at Rival Factions!

Before Shadow can deliver the move, Biggs somehow squirms out, and grabs a hold of Shadow's arm, jumping off the apron and slamming his elbow joint into the top rope! As Shadow stumbles back a bit, holding his elbow in pain, Biggs rushes up to apron, and mounts the top turnbuckle, leaping off for a Flying Crossbody! Shadow manages to ignore the pain, and catches Biggs midair, falling forward for a World's Strongest Slam! Shadow hooks the leg, 1
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Chase: What happens if both men get counted out?

Harvey: I believe that the rules state that both men would be rewarded with a fall, so it would take us to sudden death. If one of them already had a victory, then they would win right there!

Chase: That would be a huge advantage for whoever gets the first fall!

Harvey: I just hope that Biggs didn't read the rule book. He doesn't seem like the kind who would, though.

Chase: Just because Biggs doesn't follow the rules doesn't mean he doesn't know them! If anything, it shows that he knows them better than his opponent!

“3...4...”The ref is to the count of 4 before both men begin to stir, but Biggs is decidedly quicker to his feet. “5...6...” He gives Shadow a couple of stomps before rolling back into the ring at the count of “7!” The fans are clapping in unison to try and will Shadow on, as Biggs has a smug look on his face in the ring. Shadow grabs a hold of the apron as the ref yells, “8!” The Overdrive Champion has pulled himself up to his feet as the ref yells, “9!” Biggs' arrogant grin grows bigger as he anticipates Shadow's inevitable count out! Right before the ref declares “10!” Shadow manages to slide into the ring, drawing loud cheers from the crowd, and shocking Biggs!

Harvey: Can you believe it!? Shadow just barely avoided going to a one fall deficit by sliding in there!

Chase: How the heck did he do that!?

The crowd is in a frenzy, and Biggs sighs as he goes to try and stomp Shadow! Shadow catches his foot, and sweeps Biggs' legs out from beneath him, crawling over and mounting him, slugging Biggs with slow, powerful blows! As Biggs gets his hands up to protect his face, Shadow switches to body blows, before using his size advantage to shift over to a side mount, and proceeding to deliver a combination of knees and elbows to the midsection of Biggs! After a few blows, Shadow hooks Biggs' leg, going for a pin,
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Paige: The winner of the first fall, by pinfall, Biggs!

Harvey: Well, after the cheap shot to the knee, and the Bigg Time into the Frog Splash combo, Biggs picks up the first decision in the match! This really puts Shadow behind the 8-ball in our Ford sponsored main event!

Chase: Woohoo! Biggs is up 1 to nothing! I'm predicting a sweep right here, right now!

Harvey: Time will tell if that's the case, but the ref is holding Biggs back for the mandatory 1 minute break after a fall. While we wait for the next fall to begin, let's take a moment to analyze how Biggs was able to get the first fall in this match. Personally, I feel that he exploited an already existing injury that Shadow was working through, but you won't hear Shadow complain about it.

Chase: Biggs is always thinking in that ring, and that's why he was able to come up with a game plan, and execute it. Even if it appears that Shadow is in control of the match, Biggs is already thinking three or four steps ahead. As you mentioned earlier, Shadow may be going on pure emotion here tonight, and if that's the case, Biggs will continue to out-think him, and in turn, out-wrestle him!

Harvey: I don't believe that's the case at all! As much as Biggs wouldn't like to admit it, Shadow has hit with several high impact maneuvers, and I got a feeling that if he manages to chain a few of them together, it would be more than enough to keep Biggs down for the three! Well, it looks like the minute break is almost up!

Back in the ring, Shadow is back to his feet, and the ref has the two men separated to opposite corners. He calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING! And the match is back under way. Shadow shakes his knee a bit as the two men approach each other. Biggs holds up his index finger, indicating “one” and then points to himself, smirk at Shadow. This enrages the APW Overdrive Champion, who lunges for Biggs! Biggs ducks under, and emerges behind Shadow, giving him several Calf Kicks before jumping up for a Spin Kick! Shadow ducks the kick, and pulls Biggs in for a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Biggs gets up to his feet to get greeted by another Belly-to-Belly! On the next time up, Shadow draws him in for another Belly-to-Belly, but performs a standing switch, getting behind Biggs, and lifting him up for an Atomic Drop, making sure to drop Biggs' rear across his right knee! As Biggs clutches his bum in pain, Shadow runs towards the ropes, and on the rebound, absolutely drills Biggs with a ring-shaking Spear, followed up by a machine gun like volley of punches to the face! At this point, Shadow goes on to lock in the Headscissors, getting back at Biggs for stealing the move earlier in the match! As Shadow's legs close tighter and tighter like a vise, Biggs takes his fist, and repeatedly drives it into the left knee of Shadow! Shadow tries to tough through it, squeezing harder with each blow, but after about a dozen shots, he has no choice but to release the hold! He holds his leg in pain as Biggs rolls out of range and gets to his feet, rushing in to clobber Shadow in the sternum with a hard Knee! As Shadow is laid out on the mat, Biggs gives him a couple of brutal stomps right to the knee joint, before locking on a Grapevine Leg Lock on the left leg of the champ! Shadow cusses under his breath as Biggs torques the knee, but luckily, Shadow is able to use his upper body strength to drag himself and Biggs towards the ropes, grabbing a hold of the bottom rope before too much damage could really be done. Of course, Biggs waits until four to break the hold, but as he releases it, the ref holds him back long enough for Shadow to begin to pull himself back up by the ropes! Biggs shoves the ref to the side, and gets behind Shadow, taking him out from behind with a Knee Clip! Biggs then grabs a hold of Shadow's left leg, and gives it a couple of kicks, before Shadow is able to get his right leg up and kick Biggs off of it! As Biggs falls to the mat, Shadow uses the ropes to get himself up, and shakes out his left leg a bit before pulling Biggs back up by the head and tossing him right into the corner! Shadow proceeds to give Biggs another beating in the corner, throwing a combination of Forearms, Fists, and Elbows that overwhelm the former champion! Once Biggs' guard is down, Shadow whips him towards the opposite corner as hard as he can! Biggs crashes chest first into the turnbuckle, falling backwards to the the mat! Shadow then makes his way over to the downed competitor, and grabs him by the neck, lifting him with one hand to his feet, and then seating him on the top turnbuckle! Shadow gives him a few punches to the face before climbing up himself, and hooking Biggs up for a Superplex! Biggs arches his back in pain upon impact, and Shadow floats over for a cover,
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Harvey: Shadow has been firmly in control of this second fall thus far!

Chase: Can I recant my prediction for a sweep?

Harvey: Yes, you may!

Shadow gives Biggs a couple of forearm shots to the face before getting to his feet and stomping Biggs a couple more times before making his way to the turnbuckle! Shadow's a bit slow on the way up, and he has his back turned to Biggs as the Spaceman gets to his feet, gets a running start, and springboards off the center rope perpendicular to Shadow, and dropkicks him off the top all the way to the arena floor! Shadow lands with a nasty thud, and the crowd gives Biggs all the venom they can muster up! Biggs soaks in their boos, telling the ref to count Shadow out! “1! 2!”

Harvey: Unlike a normal match, folks, Biggs can win the belt on a count-out! In these two-out-of-three falls matches, it doesn't matter how you get the two falls, just that you get them!

Chase: We could be a seeing a new champion crowned in mere moments here!

The crowd starts chanting “Shadow! Shadow! Shadow!” as the APW Overdrive Champion lays out on the mat! “3! 4!” Shadow is starting to make his way up. “5! 6!” Shadow is to one knee! Biggs realizes that there's no chance that Shadow's going to get counted out, and as Shadow's to his feet, Biggs goes over to the ropes, and slingshots himself over for a Vaulting Body Press! Shadow catches him in mid-air again, and gives Biggs a Fallaway Slam that sends Biggs crashing back first into the barricade!

Harvey: Remember, at Rival Faction, Shadow did a number on Biggs' back! If he can repeat that tonight, it would greatly help his chances of retaining!

Chase: He's already down 1 to 0, but like we saw at Rival Factions, if Shadow can chain his power moves together, there's not much my favorite wrestler can do about it!

As Biggs holds his back in pain, Shadow sits him up against the barricade, and gives him a couple of punches to the head before pulling him up and whipping him chest first into the apron! The ref has restarted the count, and is to the count of “5!” by this point. Shadow slides in and out of the ring to break the count, and as Biggs is clutching his chest in pain, Shadow lifts up the ring skirt, and positions Biggs to where he's half-way under the ring! Shadow then grabs a hold of Biggs' legs, and falls back, Catapulting Biggs face first into the underside of the ring, drawing loud cheers from the fans! Shadow quickly pulls Biggs out, and rolls him back into the ring, before hopping up onto the apron and mounting the top turnbuckle to leap off and hit with the Shadowsault! Shadow covers Biggs,
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3! DING! DING! DING!

Paige: The winner of the second fall, by pinfall, Shadow! The two competitors are now tied at one fall apiece!

The crowd is going crazy at this point as the ref directs Shadow to his corner.

Harvey: What a brutal, creative move we just saw there from Shadow, but it's a testament to how much these two hate each other! Shadow promised that he wasn't going to hold anything back tonight, and with a move like that, I got to believe him!

Chase: Quite simply put, Shadow brutalized Biggs there! It's questionable that the ref didn't disqualify him for that, but there's no questioning what kind of impact that made on Biggs' head and chest!

Harvey: It's debatable whether that creative Catapult is legal, but there's no doubt that we're seeing a different side of Shadow here tonight! And with the score tied at one apiece, this match could still go either way!

“Shadow! Shadow! Shadow!” the crowd yells loudly as he rubs his knee and acknowledges his fans. Biggs is up to his feet, but still a bit dazed as the ref calls for the bell for the third and final fall! DING! DING! DING!

Harvey: And here we go! This decision is for all the marbles! Whichever competitor picks up the victory will leave with the APW Overdrive Champion!

Chase: Say what you will about either one of these two, you can't help but be impressed with how tough they've been thus far! We're well over 35 minutes into this match, and both men have been through hell. The fact that they're both even standing is a testament to how tough they are!

Harvey: No doubt, they're just as tough as the Ford F-150, which is the signature truck of our sponsors for this main event!

Both men have weary looks on their faces as the third fall begins. Biggs stays huddled near his corner, and as Shadow approaches, Biggs slowly steps between the ropes, staying there. The ref tells Biggs to get out of the ropes, but he doesn't comply, until Shadow comes over to try and yank him out! As the ref is caught between the two of them, Biggs quickly gets Shadow with a thumb to the eye and as Shadow is taken aback, Biggs runs out and nails him with a Swinging Neckbreaker! He then pulls Shadow up and grabs a hold of his arm, twisting it behind his back into a Hammerlock! With the Hammerlock still applied, Biggs back up to the turnbuckle, and climbs up, maintaining the hold! He then hooks his arm beneath the chin of Shadow in a reverse DDT position, and leaps off the ropes, twisting around in the air while maintaining the Hammerlock and Reverse DDT to deliver a Tornado variation of his Shockwave DDT! Biggs goes for a quick cover,
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Shadow kicks out again! Biggs pounds the mat with frustration, but stays on the attack, pulling Shadow up to his feet, and pulling him down into a side headlock! Biggs drags the taller competitor to the ropes, dragging his face across the top rope a couple of times before leaving Shadow's head resting on the top rope, taking a couple of steps back, and Kicking the rope as hard as he can, driving it into the face and eyes of Shadow, sending him falling backwards onto the mat! The crowd boos the dirty move, which Biggs welcomes by taunting the crowd before stepping out onto the apron, and grabbing the top rope. As Biggs slingshots himself over with a Flipping Leg Drop, Shadow rolls out of the way, causing Biggs to fall flat on his tail bone! This mistake gives Shadow the time he needs to get to his feet, and give Biggs a Running Boot to the face! Shadow falls down onto Biggs, covering him,
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Harvey: At this point in the match, we're probably going to be seeing a lot of pinfall attempts, as both men will hope that their opponent has expended too much energy to kick out!

Shadow begins to show some signs of frustration, but doesn't allow it to affect him, staying focused on the task at hand. The champ pulls Biggs up to his feet, and whips him hard into the ropes! On the rebound, Shadow scoops Biggs up for a thunderous Sidewalk Slam! Shadow then transitions into another pinfall attempt,
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Again, Biggs gets the shoulder up! The fans get a “Let's go, Shadow!” >clap...clap...clapclapclap!< chant going, while the very few Biggs fans in the audience try to will him on with a “Spaceman! Spaceman!” chant. It can barely be heard over the clatter of Shadow's fans, though, and the champ seems to be re-energized by the crowd's support! He gets right to his feet, and motions for Biggs to get up. As Biggs slowly gets to his feet, Shadow grabs him up, and suspends him in the for a Stalling Suplex, allowing the blood to rush to Biggs' head before driving him into the mat! Rather than going for the cover, Shadow pulls him right back up, and whips him into the ropes again, going for a Tilt-a-Whirl Slam! However, as he twists Biggs around, Biggs catches his legs around the head of Shadow, and uses the momentum of the Tilt-a-Whirl against him, taking Shadow down with modified Hurricarana! At this point, Biggs grabs a hold of Shadow's leg, and drags him to the center of the ring before sitting on the small of his back, locking in a tight Camel Clutch! Biggs has it in deep in the middle of the ring as the ref asks Shadow if he wants to give up! Shadow yells “No!” loud enough that the camera picks it up, prompting Biggs to pull back harder! Shadow grits his teeth as Biggs maintains the hold with his right arm, using his left arm to give Shadow a couple clubbing Crossface Forearms before cinching his left arm back beneath the chin of Shadow!

Chase: This is very smart of Biggs to use this move this late in the match! It not only gives him a chance to regain his breath, but it wears down Shadow as well, stretching the neck while making it harder for him to breath!

Harvey: No matter how late in the match it is, it's going to take a lot more than a Camel Clutch to put Shadow away, believe you me!

Biggs yells at the ref to ask Shadow if he gives up, and again, Shadow responds with a defiant, “NO!” Biggs pulls back harder again, but he pulls back a bit too hard, as Shadow's arms are now able to slide off of Biggs' knees, allowing Shadow to press himself up! As he gets to one knee, he hooks his arms around Biggs' legs, and then stands all the way up, falling backwards to drop all of his weight down on Biggs! The crowd is in an uproar, cheering at the top of their lungs as Shadow gets to his feet, and pulls Biggs up, nailing him with a Running Clothesline before pulling his cocky opponent back up and whipping him towards the ropes! On the rebound, Shadow drills Biggs with a Big Boot, drawing even louder cheers from the fans!

Harvey: He has it here!

Chase: NONONONONONONONO!

Shadow goes for a cover following the Big Boot,
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Biggs gets his shoulder up! The fans are in utter disbelief, as is Shadow, but he stays on point, getting up to his feet, and hoisting Biggs in position for the Eclipse! As he's suspended up in the air, Biggs drives his knees into the back of Shadow, and drops down, grabbing Shadow as he turns around, trying to lift him up for the Starmaker! Shadow is simply too heavy for Biggs, and Shadow elbows his way out, drilling Biggs with another Big Boot! As Biggs is laid out on the mat, Shadow climbs up the top turnbuckle again, but again, Biggs pops up before he can do anything, clubbing Shadow in the back, causing him to fall and crotch the top turnbuckle! As Shadow sits their in pain, Biggs manages to get him turned around so he's facing in towards the ring, and then climbs the turnbuckle himself, pulling Shadow up to a standing position, and hooking him up with a Urinagi. Biggs bounces up and down on the ropes a couple of times to build springiness, and on the third bounce, he launches off the top, taking Shadow down with a Starmaker from the top rope! The crowd can't believe what they've just seen, sitting in a stunned silence as Biggs goes for the cover,
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Shadow gets his shoulder up! Not a single member of the crowd is on their feet as they wildly cheer for Shadow!

Harvey: What a way to go out with a bang on Overdrive this year! These two have thrown absolutely everything they have at each other here tonight, and neither one can put the other away!

Chase: That's how much the APW Overdrive Championship means to both these men! Neither one wants to be the one to walk out of here without that belt!

Biggs slams his fists on the mat in an utter rage, but tries to stay focused. He gives Shadow a couple of fists to the face before getting up and walking towards Shadow's legs. He grabs a hold of the left leg, and gives it a couple of kicks before grabbing a hold of Shadow's right leg as well. He steps through, crosses Shadow's legs, and tries to turn him over, going for the Sharpshooter! Shadow struggles mightily, and ends up freeing his right leg, kicking Biggs off of him! Biggs gets right back up and tries to go for the legs again, but Shadow kicks him off once more! Biggs goes right back to the legs again, hoping the third time is the charm, and this time, it is! Biggs gets Shadow flipped over, and has the hold on extremely tight! Shadow grits his teeth in pain as he pushes up with his arms, and crawls towards the ropes, dragging Biggs along with him! The fans are clapping and cheering Shadow on as he inches ever so closer to the ropes! Just as he's a fingertip away from the bottom rope, Biggs pulls Shadow back out to the middle of the ring, and sits down even deeper than before! Shadow tries to push up again, but the energy just isn't there! The fans grow louder and louder, as Shadow refuses to give up! Biggs is yelling, “Just give up! Give up!” but Shadow won't have any of it! The APW Overdrive Champ gives one last desperate push up, and manages to push himself up, trying again to crawl towards the ropes! Biggs doesn't even let him get close this time, pulling Shadow back out to the center of the ring again, and sitting back down in the small of Shadow's back!

Harvey: Biggs is going to break Shadow's back with that move!

Chase: Shadow's been stuck in that move for several minutes now! He'd better tap out or he may face permanent damage!

Harvey: But that's the thing! Shadow does not want to give up the APW Overdrive Championship! He will not give up!

By this point, Shadow is beginning to fade. Biggs pulls back even harder on the Sharpshooter, and Shadow's body appears to be going limp! Almost another minute goes by, with Biggs maintaining the hold, and Shadow continuing to fade! Finally, Shadow's arms go limp, and the ref checks his face and arm, and immediately calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Paige: The winner of the third and deciding fall, by way of referee stoppage, and the new APW Overdrive Champion, Biggs!

Biggs releases the hold and falls to his knees, pumping his fists in the air as “Spaceman” begins to play, and the crowd boos loudly! The ref helps the new champ to his feet, and hands him the belt before raising his arm in victory! Tears can be seen in the eyes of Biggs as he looks down at his fallen opponent!

Chase: He did it! Biggs did it! He got the APW Overdrive Championship back, and he did it in one of the greatest Overdrive main events of all time!

Harvey: No doubt, these two gave each other hell tonight, and in the end, Biggs emerged victorious! But he had to keep Shadow in the Sharpshooter for darned near eternity to do so!

Chase: Even I have to give respect to Shadow for what he did here tonight, withstanding the Sharpshooter for that long! But in the end, my favorite won, and got the belt! How awesome is this!

Biggs takes his belt, and makes his way up the ramp, reveling in his new championship! He takes one last look at Shadow in the ring before disappearing backstage. In the ring, Shadow is finally coming to, and the ref offers to help him up. Shadow holds his hand up as if to say, “No, let me do this myself,” and slowly makes his way to his feet as “Spaceman” stops playing. The crowd gets a “Thank you, Shadow! Thank you, Shadow!” chant going, and applaud the big man as he slowly gets to his feet! Shadow is clearly moved by the respect shown to him by the fans, and he raises his hand triumphantly as “Metalingus” begins to play!

Harvey: What a profile in courage Shadow showed tonight in that ring, and the fans are giving him just desserts! That's all the time we have for Overdrive tonight! Please make sure to tune in to Christmas Chaos, live on pay per view December 20!

The scene cuts backstage with Slade Craven walking in the parking garage. Slade takes the keys out of his car and unlocks the door on the drivers side and opens it. Slade gets into the car and before he can get his right leg into the car, out of no where, Level One shows up and slams the car door into Slades leg. Slades screams and falls out of the car holding his leg. Slade pulls himself up and Level One lays him out with a shot to the face with the APW World Title. With Title in hand, Level One looks down at Slade as Overdrive comes to a close for the last time in 2009.