Overdrive - Denver, Colorado (02/11/10)

[President Jeff]

Backstage as the cameras roll into the parking lot spotting a large, black, 72' custom Dodge Charger's engine revving up upon arrival... The camera runs along the headlights and chromed-out front-bumper and hub-caps as the driver's side door finally opens, the camera zooms in carefully as a black dressed pant-leg inches from covering black leather shoes steps out onto the pavement... As the fans watch in anticipation the camera pans upwards to reveal none other than the APW 2010 Survive and Conquer Winner, Victor Hades... Standing tall in a well-suited black and gray suit and tie, his jet-black, gleaming with rainbow lights in it from the overhead provided lighting, like a crow's feathers, or 'like liquid, too soft and fine for natural hair... Tied back in a ponytail as he steps out of the brand-new re-built million-dollar muscle car... Holding the very same briefcase in hand as he inhales the Colorado air...

Harvey: "Oh boy, look who's here..."

Chase-"Things just got interesting Harvey, Hades wasn't even booked for tonight but you know this means he's got something in store for us here tonight!"

Meanwhile, the sold-out arena of jam-packed APW loyal fans fill the halls and stairways with an over-whelming wave of boo's having seen Hades' arrival... As he simply adjusts his collar and twitches his broad, massive shoulders beneath his suit before growing a callous smirk as he strolls down the corridor...

Chase: "One can only wonder what sick and twisted plans Victor Hades would have in store for these Denver, Colorado fans here tonight Harvey!"

Harvey: "Johnny, I'd say it would be best for these people watching at home to put their children to bed and strap in for one hell of a night."

As the cameras follow Hades down the corridor, he simply stops with a wrinkled and yet-puzzled expression upon his face. Backstepping carefully as he tilts his head towards a nearby blonde woman with a clipboard and headset, who glances up and merely jumps in terror at the sight of Victor Hades before her... Turning carefully, the Titan of Torment slowly approaches the trembling woman and holds his arms out in confusion...

Victor Hades-"Well, where's my god damn coffee at you blonde bimbo?!"

Hades demands as he screams in the young woman's beautiful face, while tears begin to soak up in her eyes for fear of her own life... She hesitantly mutters and begins sobbing as he quickly rushes to a nearby table, pouring a cup of coffee while the steaming-hot pot rattles in her hand, the cup nearly spilling as her hands tremble pouring the small cup in hand...

Young Staff-Member Woman: "H-h-here you are Mister Hades, th-they are waiting for you by the curtain..."

The woman sobs under her breath as she gently hands the cup of coffee to the tall, masculine and intimidating man standing before her... The transparent contacts in his eyes resting carefully on her as he quickly snatches the cup from her tiny hands, causing her to flinch once more... Slowly he lifts the cup towards his lips and inches it towards his mouth before pausing, holding the cup from his face and looks back to the young woman...

Harvey: "Oh no..."

Victor Hades-"Did you...SPIT...in my fresh coffee??"

Hades growls as he turns his head towards the young woman, who merely hides behind her clipboard in terror as she adjusts the headset on her head...

Chase: "For god sakes' she's just doing her job!"

Young Staff-Member Woman: "N-n-no sir, you just watched me pour it for you, I c-couldn't have...Please, I'm just doing my best..."

The woman pleads as she begins to quietly sob behind the clipboard, shutting her eyes for fear he may strike her. While Hades simply turns away and raises the cup of hot-steaming coffee towards his mouth...

Harvey: "Well thank god, he can at least leave the poor girl alone and let her do her job..."

Before Hades can walk away he suddenly spits around and tosses the cup full of steaming-hot liquid into the young woman's beautiful face as the coffee singes her soft skin... Immediately the woman's headset flies off as her clipboard flies into the air, letting out a unbearable and frightening-yet excruciating scream.

Chase: "OH MY GOD!!"

Harvey: "Oh my-WE NEED SOME HELP BACK THERE!!"

Collapsing to the ground the young woman cries and screams as security officials and equipment screw members quickly rush to her aid... While Hades flashes a sadistic and maniacal grin walking away towards the stage curtain...

Victor Hades-"Stupid bitch..."

Hades scoffs under his breath as he signals the tech-team to start his music...

The chattering commotion filled with concern of the crowd stirs around the atmosphere of the arena as it suddenly becomes disturbed by the sound of a horrific and deafening scream, a white mist begins to seep through from the ramp way, its swirling life source, only to cast itself lovingly into the air and towards the stage. The crowd looks on worried, each and every face being filled with simple fear as their hearts beat rhythmically with the bright-sensitive flickering lights of death... a sickening blue light only to swoon over the crowd. Just as any search light does when picking sight of its criminal... another one only to follow it in its quest. Suddenly a large circle of fire arises in a quick counter-clockwise motion, before exploding upwards as a tall dark figure appears within the center of the flames.

Chase: "I cannot believe what we had just witnessed..."

Harvey: "Johnny, in all my years in this business, never have I EVER seen anyone with such hatred and lack of sympathy towards human life... It-it just makes me sick..."



Followed just seconds later by the pounding beats of "Bulletproof" by Five Finger Death Punch, as it blares across the helpless PA system. Exhaling calmly he moves casually down the ramp way with the bright white light behind him, carrying the briefcase in hand as he adjusts the jacket to his suit, before marching up the steel steps and enters the ring...

Nicky Paige: "Ladies and gentleman, please welcome the 2010 APW Survive and Conquer winner...VICTOR...HADES!"

Fans: "ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!"

The roaring chorus from the audience merely sounds over Hades' very own theme music, as he strolls across the canvas and reaches the ropes... Taking microphone in hand as the music fades, and the boo's and obscenities continue...

Fans: "HADES SUCKS! HADES SUCKS! HADES SUCKS!"

Hades meanwhile stops in the center of the ring, as the cameras remain close by showing Hades grinning ear to ear and taunting the sea of fans on to continue their chanting... Meanwhile Hades slowly turns to the big and glimmering golden Survive and Conquer Trophy in the center of the ring, and nods in approval...

Fans: "YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE!" -clap, clap, clap clap clap- "YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE!" -clap, clap, clap clap clap-

Hades nods his head with a smirk, while carefully raising the microphone to his cold, lucid lips gently...

Victor Hades-"Yes, I am indeed an asshole, and you know what-you people can sing that song all night long if you'd like... Because I don't give a damn about what any single one of you people or YOU PEOPLE (points towards the nearby camera lens) have to say about it! I've dominated countless hundreds of thousands in my career, in the short-time I've been here, I've rose through the ranks and immediately made a name for myself... And you know what, every single last one of you sick, fat, low-life, gullible morons ate every last bit of it up! Face it, you wouldn't BE HERE, if I didn't sell out these arenas, pissing you off each and every single night just so your money... Can make all of my nice and well-spent paychecks..."

Hades smirks.

Victor Hades-"I don't care if you've come to try loving me or hating me... Because you see it doesn't make one god damn bit of difference, you PAY to come watch me do the things I do, as horrifying and graphic as it may appear to you, you STILL come back and want MORE... Yeah, that's right, every single one of you is practically an accomplice to the things I've done and there isn't a thing any one of you can fucking do about it."

The fans erupt in boo's.

Chase: "My god this guy is a jerk, there are kids watching this!"

Harvey: "Well, we did warn their parents to put them to bed!"

Hades flicks his cold tongue against the top row of his menacing teeth, and turns circling the ring slowly as he raises the microphone...

Victor Hades-"Just like all of you, thirty-seven men thought that they could eliminate ME, that they could outshine ME, they had the audacity, the brain matter, to CLAIM that they could outlast and "DESTROY" the sickest motherfucker in the game... That they could allign themselves against the Innovator of Agony and take out Victor Hades! Guess what, I rolled into New Year's Retribution, I climbed into that ring with those thirty-seven poor souls, and I BEAT...ever...SINGLE...one of them! I competed in a street fight, I outlasted the Steel-Cage match, and then to drop the icing on the cake, I nearly ENDED Ryan Ruckus' life in the Hell in a Cell-Ladder match! I AM now Five-Hundred-Thousand Dollars richer, and standing before you with my glorious achievement here... I put everything on the line, I gambled with the Devil... And I WON... Just an hour after competing against Pence -shit his pants- Weatherlight for the Overdrive Championship... which I won! Until that arrogant and unjustly ring official decided to flip the decision..."

Hades grumbles as the sound of his fingertips tightening around the microphone echo into the P.A. speakers... While the fans respond by cheering on the referee's flipped decision to award Pence Weatherlight back the Overdrive Championship...

Victor Hades-"Oh yeah, cheer him on all you want folks because it's too damn bad that referee is now in the hospital with a shattered collarbone courtesey of yours truly!"

Harvey: "WHAT?!"

Fans: "ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!"

Hades nods.

Victor Hades-"That's right, that Overdrive Championship... BELONGS to me, so one way or another, I'm going to take that Overdrive Championship... I'm going to ONCE...AGAIN... EARN my title shot for the World Heavyweight Championship, and I will stand above and beyond every single one of you worthless human beings and the rest of those cowardly pieces of shit in the back, a UNIFIED... Unstoppable Champion, and there won't be a damn thing anyone can do about it..."



The sold-out crowd leaps to their feet as the defeaning screams can be heard all around to the arrival of Hades' nemesis, and APW fan-favorite... Jesse Nunez.

Chase: "Harvey it's Nunez! It's Nunez! Nunez has returned to Overdrive!"

Harvey: "So...it would...appear..."

Nunez in the flesh immediately strolls out onto the stage in a Denver Nuggets custom jersey with the number 1 just below the name "Nunez" on the back... Baggy jean shorts and a navy blue "Denver Nuggets" hat on, as Nunez with a very pissed-off and cold-blooded look in his eyes stands glaring a hole through Victor Hades as he stops at the top of the rampway...

Fans: "JESSE! JESSE! JESSE! JESSE! JESSE!"

Chase: "Jesse Nunez is BACK in the APW, ladies and gentleman!"

Victor smirks after looking slightly frustrated and rather disappointed, before lifting the microphone up to his lips...

Victor Hades-"Jesse! So good to see you after all these months, you know... I couldn't remember if I ever did leave you an airhole to breathe out of once I shut that casket... Was in alright in there, did you have enough room, y'know was it sort of okay to sleep all nice and cozy six-feet underground?"

Hades leans along the ropes, still holding the briefcase in hand as he grins to the sight of Nunez simply staring with a cold-blooded glare and no expression showing upon his face...

Victor Hades-"Aw Jesse, don't be like that... You know I only meant for you to join the rest of your family, well your beautiful unborn child that is..."

Hades pauses with a smirk, taunting to get some reaction from Nunez, but Nunez doesn't budge.

Victor Hades-"You see Jesse, I TOLD the authorities where I buried your sorry and pathetic ass, I TOLD them every detail and I did it with a big fat grin on my face... Because even if you were still alive, I knew you'd come looking for me, and I would be waiting... Just as I was at New Year's Retribution right before I took your has-been ass and sent it right out of that ring, by eliminating you from any chances of returning to the APW looking like any kind of hero... But thats the thing Jesse, you AREN'T a hero, you couldn't stop me then and you can't stop me now, you couldn't stop me from kidnapping your wife, and you sure as HELL couldn't stop me from murdering your only unborn child..."

Chase: "My god Harvey... Hades... Hades has just gone too far."

Hades glares back at Nunez who appears to swallow hard as if fighting back the choked-up sensation deep down, leaning along the ropes as he toys with Jesse's emotions once more... While Nunez carefully takes a step forward, and then another... Meanwhile the crowd remains silent...

Harvey: "This is just sick, look at the pain in Jesse's eyes you can just see the things he and his wife Victoria have been through..."

Victor Hades-"That's right Jesse, come on down don't be shy, after all we're practically like family now after everything we've been through... I mean, I took advantage of your wife and nearly killed her, I took your child away from you, I took your career away from you... I gotta say... I'd say we're very close, aren't we? Speaking of your wife, how's that burned and scarred face of her's doing these days?"

Suddenly Nunez breaks into a dead-olympic sprint and rushes the ring, while Hades drops the microphone and scrambles to the ropes... Nunez sliding in the ring lunges for Hades but only grasps ahold of the briefcase and Hades' jacket... Who slips through the ropes and drops the jacket and briefcase, turning to Nunez and levels him back a few steps with a powerful right hand... While Nunez catches himself and answers back with one of his own, as these two collide in an all-out brawl to the fans' approval! Nunez taking a few shots finally fights back and pummels Hades to the ropes, whipping him off and turning around to set Hades up for the Resurrection, only Hades catches the ropes and slips out... Rolling under the bottom rope and high-tailing out of the ring and up the ramp as the fans erupt in a roaring echo of cheers for Nunez...

Chase: "Nunez wants a piece of Hades here folks!"

Harvey: "A piece, bu the looks of things I'd say he wants the whole thing!"

Meanwhile Hades on the ramp now in a tie and black long-sleeved collared shirt, glares back at Nunez with his hair ripped from a ponytail and stares back as Nunez paces the ring like a caged animal... Lifting the large golden trophy that reads "2010 APW SURVIVE AND CONQUER CHAMPION: VICTOR HADES" and begins smashing it to pieces against the canvas!

Chase: "Yes, damnit! Do it Jesse!"

Harvey: "Don't encourage him!"

Nunez continues to take apart the trophy while Hades looks on in anger, much to the delight of the millions of fans in attendance... Before hurling the final pieces out of the ring and towards the ramp at Hades as he circles the ring... Until Nunez stops, glancing down towards the briefcase full of FIVE-HUNDRED-THOUSAND DOLLARS CASH, and slowly looks back up the ramp at Hades...

Victor Hades-"Oh N-NO! Don't even think about it you son of a bitch!"

Hades screams and shouts pointing his index finger back at Nunez in the ring, who carefully picks up the briefcase and opens it revealing the stacks of money inside... Turning towards the crowded sea of fans and holds up a handful of bills as the fans erupt in cheers in response...

Harvey: "He's rich!"

Chase: "That's a lot of money!"

Suddenly Nunez looks back at Hades with the same blank expression, and begins throwing handfuls of money out into the crowd as fans flock towards the barricades... Fighting to get through in order to grab the money raining down over them!

Victor Hades-"No! No! Nunez you son of a bitch! That's my money! Mine! Mine god damnit!"

Hades explodes on the ramp tearing his tie off and ripping his dress shirt partially open as he drops to his knees, holding his tattooed hands on top his head... As Nunez circles the ring emptying the briefcase full of thousands of dollars to the fans...

Harvey: "Um, excuse me Johnny, one sec."

Harvey's headset can be heard setting down.

Chase: "Harvey! Where the-"

Harvey rushes down along the barricade joining the fans in catching handfuls of cash as the money continues to pour down over the crowded sea of cheerful fans...

Chase: "Folks my broadcast partner has just left me here alone with you, and it appears Harvey feels as though he just won the lottery. Yes Harvey that is a real hundred-dollar bill...!"

Meanwhile Nunez hurls the empty briefcase into the crowd and bends over slapping the palms of his hands to the canvas, before leaping upwards flashing the "Thug-Life" pose towards Hades on the rampway who remains utterly furious... While Nunez's theme music blares over the P.A. System...

[President Jeff]

APW Overdrive returns from commercial to see its newest Mega Star, The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw, The New Breed, "The Hybrid" Damian Dimitri pacing the halls backstage. He keeps wringing his wrists in a nervous tick. "The Vicious Vixen" Tabitha Crowley is hot on his heels, following in The Hybrid's wake.*

Tabitha: I don't know why you're so nervous, Damian. You've trained for this for months. Your first match is gonna be a cakewalk. You're so ready for this, its ridiculous...

Damian looks up at that last part.

Damian: Ready? Are you sure about that?

The Vicious Vixen sighs and reaches into The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw's red and black duffel bag. She produces a bottle of muscle oil and squirts some in her hands before starting to rub Damian Dimitri's shoulders. The New Breed visibly relaxes in her grip, letting the oil work in and do its job.

Tabitha: Of course you're ready... Trevor never would have let you graduate to APW if you weren't. You're the name on everyone's lips right now. What is Damian Dimitri capable of? You just have to show them all...

The Hybrid starts to pace again... his eyes shifting back and forth like a caged animal. Tabitha sighs and takes a seat on the bag.

Tabitha: Now, what is your gameplan for Hardcore Jim Steel?

Damian laughs

Damian: You mean Hacksaw Jim Duggan? That guy's a joke. He's not what I'm worried about at all though I'm not going to be too arrogant and look past him. I'm going to take Steel out of the contest fast so I can concentrate on my real opponent. Did you hear what Steel had to say this week? He has no clue what he's getting himself into. And that's good. He's going to make an awesome distraction and stepping stone.

Tabitha looks up at her prodigy and ticks her points off on her fingers.

Tabitha: And Vic Diaz?

Damian sighs as he paces faster.

Damian: Vic's going to be a bit more of a challenge but I have him under control too. I'm going to tie his tubby ass up and refuse to let go no matter how much he taps out. Diaz is going to scream for release and I'm going to deny him that simple pleasure with a smile. I can't afford to let Vic Diaz get any momentum out of this match. Damian Dimitri Vs. Vic Diaz in a Best of Seven where the matches get increasingly more and more violent en route to a #1 Contendorship for the APW Xtreme Championship is just way too good of an opportunity for Jeff to miss. I can't let him start to think that's a good idea. I don't know if I want a lengthy feud with Vic Diaz... I've got to take him down fast and hard. I'll use the one weapon that the King of Hardcore can't combat... his own body.

Suddenly there's a thump behind Damian as "The Vicious Vixen" Tabitha Crowley hits the concrete at his feet. Her hands are suddenly replaced by two slightly larger and more experienced ones. The Hybrid looks up and sees a sadistically smiling face that's no stranger to any of APW's fans. That smile belongs to The Hottest Shit Going and current reigning APW Xtreme Champion, "The White Lion" Michael Lively. The Jesus leans against the wall next to the Barbed Wire Buzzsaw.

Lively: So you're the New Breed... Funny... I thought you'd be more then this... the way people are talking about you, I thought you shit gold belts and carried a Singapore Cane. But you're just a kid... Another snot nosed punk with delusions of my belt and stars in his eyes. Well, I just wanted to stop by and bring you back to Earth.

Lively laughs and looks down at The Vicious Vixen on the floor, curled into the fetal position, cradling her woman parts.

Lively: Sorry about her. I owed that bitch some Sweet Uterus Music from IWC last summer. When she wakes up, tell her it was The Jesus. She'll understand.

The Hybrid looks up at The Champion and sighs

Damian: Enjoy your title reign, Mike. That belt belongs to me and you know it. I look better in silver anyway.

The Jesus sighs and looks down. Its a shame too... He almost likes this kid... Its almost enough to stay his boot from the kid's jaw... almost

CRACK!

The New Breed crumples to the floor, holding his throbbing mouth. The Hottest Shit Going snaps his fingers as his mother jumps to his side. They step over Tabitha Crowley like she was a leper on the side of the road.

Lively: That's good, Kid. You have an apple bag. Hold onto it. It might get you thrown in my path yet. Welcome to APW.

The APW Xtreme Champion walks off with his Mommy, preparing for his match tonight against Biggs. After a few moments, the two Hardcore Warriors climb back to their feet. Both with a little help. Damian Dimitri's help comes in the form of a 6'7", 297 lb Genetic Powerhouse known as The Irish Hammer, Sabur. Tabitha's comes in the form of a much smaller man who offers to rub what hurts on her... of course, he mentions... he'd have to do it from the inside.

Sabur laughs as he brushes Damian off.

Damian: I see you had a meeting with Jesus...

Damian rubs his throbbing jaw

Damian: How'd you know?

The Irish Hammer echoes laughter

Sabur: Your mouth is red... now if you really want to know how to get to Lively...

APW Overdrive fades to the ring for the next match

ASSASSIN VS JIMMY JAZZ

Assassin and Jimmy Jazz tie up in the middle of the ring! Assassin gets the advantage and lifts Jazz up for a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Assassin goes to pull Jazz back up, but on the way up, Jazz gives him a Punch to the gut, and then once he's up, delivers a Spinning Backhand Punch to the chin of Assassin! As Assassin stumbles back, Jimmy Jazz gives him a Running Dropkick that sends Assassin down to the mat!

Jimmy Jazz follows up by grabbing a hold of Assassin's arm and bending it back into a Key Lock! Assassin pounds the mat with his fist before dragging himself and Jazz over to the ropes to get the rope break! Jazz releases the hold and gets to his feet, stalking Assassin. As Assassin gets up, Jimmy Jazz goes for a Discus clothesline, but Assassin ducks under, and goes in to drill Jazz with an STO! Assassin goes for a pin,

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Harvey: We've seen a fast paced match thus far, and neither man shows any signs of slowing down anytime soon!

Assassin pulls Jazz up and whips him into the ropes, delivering a ring shaking Powerslam! Assassin goes for another cover,
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Jazz kicks out! Assassin gives Jimmy Jazz a few punches to the side of the head before pulling him back up and hooking Jazz's head in a DDT position. The Upgrade counters by wriggling out and twisting Assassin's arm into a Hammerlock, and follows up by ramming Assassin chest first into the nearest turnbuckle, causing Assassin to fall down to the mat! Jazz pulls him back up and whips him into the opposite turnbuckle, hitting with a Charging Body Splash! Jazz then hangs Assassin up in the Tree of Woe, and delivers another Running Dropkick to the face of his hanged up opponent! Jazz then yanks Assassin's legs out of the turnbuckle, sending Assassin crumbling to the mat. Jazz goes up to the top rope and leaps off for a Splash, but Assassin rolls out of the way just in the nick of time!

Chase: Had Jimmy Jazz hit with that, this match would have been over!

As both men slowly get to their feet, the ref begins the 10 count. Assassin is the first up to his feet at 7, and he goes over to pull Jazz up by the hair. Assassin then hoists Jimmy Jazz up in a Powerbomb position, but as he has Jazz lifted up, The Upgrade delivers punch after punch to the face of Assassin, allowing him to slip out and fall to his feet! The Upgrade Jimmy Jazz then lifts Assassin up for the Cut Throat Driver, but as he's up, Assassin gives Jazz a few elbows to the side of the head, forcing Jazz to let him down! Assassin then gives Jazz a kick to the gut, and grabs his head, dropping him with the Assassination! Assassin goes for the cover
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Winner: Assassin

Assassin celebrates his victory as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

We come back from commercial and the scene opens with Jason Royce on the Titantron with a cocky grin on his face

Jason: To the people of Denver. I come here tonight to bring you a message. Tonight, I was scheduled to face off against Streets Wilson, but it looks like, Once again, he’s gotten lost on his way to the arena, so I’m declaring myself the winner of our match. But now that I have that out of the way, I decided to not go to the ring tonight for a big announcement I have, because, basically, you people in Denver don’t deserve to see Jason Royce, In the flesh. But one place does though, and that’s Houston Texas, the sight of this Years Rasslemania.

The fans cheer for the mention of Rasslemania

Jason: Rasslemania is one of those events that I have a special place in my heart for. This year marks the 6th Rasslemania event. And I’ve wrestled at every Rasslemania since Rasslemania two, which is more Rasslemania matches than anyone in the APW. And so, it will be at that event where I will have my final match. That’s right folks, I’m announcing my retirement from this business and I’m ending it at the grandest stage of them all, at Rasslemania.

The fans cheer some more

Jason: Your cheering for my retirement? That’s exactly why I’m not there in front of you all live. You don’t deserve to see me live. But, back on topic here. I thought about this for a long time, and I also thought about who I’d like to fight in my last match. Now, I had a list of guys but there’s one guy that I just don’t have finish business with. So, Rasslemania 6, I’m calling out SABUR! That’s right you dump son of a B****. I want you in the ring one more time. And I guarantee, this time, the end result will be different than the las time. So Sabur, what ya say. You and me, One more time at Rasslemania. Come see me next me Sabur, you know you want a piece of me one more time.

Jason continues to smile arrogantly as the cameras fade to ringside

Chase: Wow, Jason Royce, an APW Original announcing his retirement.

Harvey: Jason has been in this business for a very long time, He will be missed.

Chase: Yah, miss being made fun of.

Harvey: Now that’s not very nice.

Chase: Its cool. But lets go to the ring for our next match up, a Hardcore Triple Threat match with 2 guys making their APW in ring debuts

Triple Threat Hardcore Match
Jim Steel Vs Vic Diaz Vs Damian Dimitri

Harvey: Well here we go Johnny, three men who all claim to be hardcore set to do battle inside an APW ring. Some of them for the first time ever.

Chase: Well we don't care if your hardcore, we only care if your Xtreme. I for one hope all these guys are legit. It would make my day for one of these three to potentially have what it takes to dethrone Michael Lively.

Jim Steel leans against the turnbuckles back first. He lifts his arms up and turns his head cracking his neck loosening up for the match. Across from him is Vic Diaz who has a hard grip in the top ropes as he bounces his back off the turn buckles repeatedly as if anxious to get this thing started. Caddy corner from both of them is the new comer Damian Dimitri. He stands there real patiently rolling his wrists with his eyes closed waiting for the bell.

Harvey: There's the bell folks here we go.

Like a bolt of lightening the young Hardcore disciple sprints across the ring charging toward the big man Hardcore Jim Steel. Damian back flip drop kicks Steel with a burst of force. Steel stumbles back and falls out of the ring through the ropes. Dimitri lands on his knee springs up turns and drop kicking the knee of Vic Diaz. Diaz hits the mat clutching his leg as Damian strikes a crucifix pose for the crowd. The young kid then explodes with speed stepping up the turnbuckles and the leaps off the top out to the big man who has just gotten to his feet. Dimitri front flips and catches the man around the throat with a Hart Attack clothesline. The fans ringside jump to their feet in excitement for the young high flyer. He sucks in the admiration from the APW faithful and then slides into the ring. He stands tall before climbing the middle rope and holds his hand over his brow looking out for more cheers from these die hard fans.

Harvey: Look at this young man, he had better pay attention to his competition.

Chase: Yep here comes Diaz.

The King of Hardcore showing just a slight limp charges toward Damian and Axe handles him over the top rope out to the floor. Vic Diaz then slides outside the ring on the opposite side of his opponents. The fans pop as the man grabs a hold of one of the three Shopping carts full of weapons ringside for this match. The Black Tooth Grinning demon of Hardcore smirks as he runs the cart around the ring. With a full head of steam he smashes the metal grocery getter into the legs of the rising Jim Steel. Steel flips over sideways as the cart tumbles to it's side spilling out many goodies that any one of these three wouldn't mind using to their advantage.

Harvey: Well here’s the first assortment of weapons.

Chase: And Diaz showing why thus far he is the self proclaimed King of Hardcore.

This Hardcore Brawler grabs a hold of a garbage can lid and wraps it over the head of The New Breed before he can get to his feet. Diaz follows it up with three more shots keeping the young man down. Full of momentum and lots of Adrenalin Diaz holds the mangled lid in the air as he screams toward the crowd. He bends down feeling like he must keep the match going his way and tosses aside a stop sign to reveal a Singapore can completely wrapped in barbed wire.

Harvey: Watch, the disciple of the Blackwell Clan would probably love to assault someone with that.

Chase: I can't stand the Blackwell's and I know that Trevor is at home watching this with a sick smile on his twisted face.

Diaz holds it over his head with fury then turns back around as Steel gets up. He whips it around then tries to come down and crack the big man in the head. Steel quickly catches the wire wrapped stick in his firm grasp. Diaz looks puzzled not expecting that and quickly pulls the stick out from the mans hands slicing the flesh on the way out.

Blood drips from Hardcore Jim Steel's hands as he quickly whips a big boot in the chest of Diaz before he can get off another strike. The cane falls from the Kings hands as Steel swings a few rights to his face. Before bouncing his head off the apron Steel rolls Diaz back in the ring. As the big man pulls himself up the apron and steps over the top rope Diaz gets to his feet. They meet in the middle of the ring exchanging a few fists back and forth. Steel gets the upper hand with a knee lift to the gut of his opponent. Steel quickly powers his opponent up in the air charges across the ring and drops him with a shoulder breaker. Diaz hits the mat clutching his shoulder as Steel waists no time driving a few stiff boots to the mans shoulder to add insult to the injury.

Behind his back Damian Dimiti climbed up to the apron with a steel chair in hand. He spring boards off the top rope and nails the big Hardcore Jim Steel in the back of the head with a steel loaded elbow shot with a chair. Steel hits the deck face down on the mat, as the New Breed picks up the chair tossing to Vic Diaz who just rose as well. Diaz catches the folding chair then before he realizes what is happening he catches a kick to drive the metal into his forehead and forces him through the ropes to the floor.

The product of the Blackwell training regime grabs the steel chair in his hands and cracks it over the back of Steel keeping him at bay. The kid then accends the top rope looking out to the King of Hardcore on the floor. He grabs the chair holding it on his stomach as if it were a sled. The Barbed Wire Buzz-saw shooting star press with his makeshift sled and lands right in the gut of Diaz. Damian flies off with the impact clutching his own ribs from the move that has inflicted almost as much damage to him as well. He coughs a few times as he struggles upright, The Kid drives a boot to the side of Vic's head before rolling into the ring. Damian looks down at his handy work and turns catching a stiff boot to the gut folding him over. Dimitri's head is hooked in and his arm draped over, Steel hoists the man upright with a suplex. With a few steps and a release of air from the big man he drops the New Breed into a pile driver which impacts the canvas with extreme force. The Barbed Wire Buzz-saw lays motionless as he crumples to mush on the mat. Steel gets to his feet pumped and yanks the kid upright to his feet. Jim Steel backs to the corner, hooks the kid in a front face lock. Jim Steel sits on the top rope pulling Dimitri up with the hold. The kid struggles to get air as he also tries to get his feet on the ropes to stand hoping to reduce the force from the lock.

Steel stands upright on the top ropes as the New Breed finds his footing up there as well. Damian Dimitri fights the big man off with a few shots to the ribs but is hoisted up with a suplex.

Steel stands upright on the top ropes as the New Breed finds his footing up there as well. Damian Dimitri fights the big man off with a few shots to the ribs but is hoisted up with a sup lex. Diaz jumps back into the mix out of nowhere and climbs up the outside apron and scurries to the top rope with the two other men. Dimitri is in the air as Steel catches a low blow from Diaz. Damian is dropped and Diaz catches the young kid in his grasp for the Black Tooth Grin (Gringo Killah). Steel falls off the top to the outside as Diaz leaps out dropping the Barbed Wire Buzz-saw on his neck in the ring.

Harvey: The Black Tooth Grin from the Top Rope, nasty.

Chase: That has to be it...

Diaz rolls him up as the ref slides in for the pin.
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Your Winner: The King of Hardcore Vic Diaz.

Vic celebrates his victory as we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

Paige: Ladies and Gentlemen, please, welcome back to APW. “President” HURRICANE JEFF!

The lights dim as the titantron flickers on with Hurricane Jeff’s titantron video plays and “Raining Blood” by Slayer begins to play over the APW system and the fans are cheering loudly.

Chase: Listen to the ovation for the boss

Harvey: Its defining

Pyro shoots from the stage and the lights are back on as Hurricane Jeff steps out from behind the curtain. He looks around the arena as he stands on the stage. After a few seconds, he makes his way down to the ring and walks up the ring steps. Jeff enters the ring and takes the microphone from Nicky Paige and then holds the ropes for her as she exit’s the ring. Jeff paces around the ring as his music stops. Jeff stops in the middle of the ring, waiting for the fans to quiet down as he lifts the microphone to his lips.

Jeff: Its feel good to be back!

The fans cheer and begin a Welcome back Chant

Jeff: For the past month and a half have been the worst in my life. As you all know, I was kid napped by the EWC. And while I was there, I was made a mockery of. The way they treated me. The way they tried to break me down. But, at the end of the day, they couldn’t destroy me. They couldn’t kill APW, and because of it, I’m that much stronger and APW is that much better.

The fans cheer and clap

Jeff: On January 31st, I was forced to miss APW’s 2 year anniversary show. Because of EWC. They had their show on the same night. But it was that night where a match took place. Pence Weatherlight, fought a man named Kyle Deathlock, in a stipulation that may have ruined APW. If Pence we’re to lose, he would leave APW forever. But if he was to win, then I would be let go, freed from APW. And as you can see, here I am. And Pence, I owe you one bud.

The Fans cheer

Jeff: But now with that over with, its time to get back to business. Its time to look into the future, and that’s, RASSLEMANIA 6.

The fans cheer

Jeff: I never thought I’d see Rasslemania 6, when this world wide extravaganza begin all those years ago. But now that I’m back, Its time for me to take back control of Overdrive. But I want to thank the Axis of Awesome, Biggs and Chris Cyrus, as well as Level One for stepping in, in my absence. You guys did a hell of a job, but I think I can take it from here. And now, to my first Order of business. The APW Overdrive champ, Pence Weatherlight

The fans cheer for Pence

Jeff: As you all know, Pence was attacked by a mysterious person at New Years Retribution. Earlier today, I received documents from his doctors of the injuries that Pence sustained from the cowardly attack. The injuried will put Pence out for up to 4 weeks. And with Pence not being able to compete and not being able to defend that APW Overdrive Title, and after much thought, I have decided that I have no choice but to strip Pence of the Overdrive Title and vacate the title for the time being

The arena erupts in boo’s as Jeff nods his head in agreement

Jeff: I don’t like this any more than you guys. But its something that needs to be done. As far as the future of the Overdrive Title goes, It will be decided in the up coming weeks. That’s all for now folks, its good to be back and……

Jeff is cut off by the sound of Muse's “Uprising,” as blue and orange lights flash throughout the arena alternately. The Axis of Awesome appears on the stage and the crowd boos loudly as Biggs, Chris Cyrus, Ellie, and The Beast make their way down the ramp. As they reach the ring, Cyrus hops up onto the apron and steps in between the ropes as Biggs holds the ropes open for Ellie before entering himself. The Beast steps up onto the apron and over the top rope. Biggs and Cyrus call for mics, and then Biggs takes his shades off before getting right in President Jeff's face.

Biggs: President Jeff, while I would like to say that it's great to have you back, I honestly don't believe that. You see, President Jeff, it's going to take more than a little throwaway comment commending us for doing a good job to get rid of The Axis as the Co-General Managers of APW. Since you've been gone, President Jeff, we have been running APW the way that it is meant to be run, in a way that isn't biased towards the fan favorites, giving them every advantage in the book...

President Jeff: By giving yourselves every advantage! Listen, I was trying to be cordial and polite, but quite frankly, the conduct of the three of you in your roles as General Managers was nothing more than shameful! Biggs, you tried to make a mockery of the Overdrive Championship by changing the rules for yourself as you went along against Pence Weatherlight! Chris Cyrus, your treatment of Cindy Shannon was utterly disgusting! And don't get me started on Level-One! The fact is that you guys are lucky that I was going to simply relieve you of your duties rather than reprimanded you for your heinous actions.

The fans cheer Jeff at the top of their lungs as Biggs and Cyrus get sour looks on their face.

Biggs: Listen here Jeff, you are a smart business man. You've seen how Overdrive's ratings have soared through the roof with Level-One, Cyrus, and myself at the helm. We've made APW a lot of money, and you'd be a fool to not capitalize on our momentum!

Cyrus: Not to mention that your last GM, Max Carter, turned on you! The GM position is otherwise vacant, so you might as well keep the winning team in place!

Biggs: Think about it Jeff. You're sitting on a goldmine here. Plus, it would help with your workload. Being both president and GM could potentially cause you to be burnt out, which wouldn't be good for the product.

President Jeff stands there for a moment, reflecting on what The Axis is telling him. Biggs and Cyrus glaring at Jeff while he ponders his options. After a few moments, Jeff responds.

Jeff: Well, you guys do bring up some valid points, particularly the fact that the last GM did turn on me, which is something you two would never do, because you're already against me! I'm going to tell you right now, you two are immediately stripped of all decision making abilities here in APW! Furthermore, until another General Manager is found, I am acting as the interim GM of Overdrive!

The fans explode into cheers at this announcement. All the members of the Axis look flustered as a confident grin crosses Jeff's face.

Biggs: No Jeff, you aren't! You see, Cyrus and I figured that if you ever got back, you would try to relieve us of our GM powers, so while we were in charge, Cyrus and I drew up some new contracts for ourselves, stipulating that the only way that we could lose our authority as General Managers is by our own volition.

Cyrus: I think we forgot to make for Level-One, but that's beside the point. Thing is Jeff, based on our contracts, we get to keep our power, and there's nothing you can do about. If you try to fire us, we'll sue for wrongful termination.

The cheers turn to boos, as the crowd begins chanting, “Bulls***! Bulls***!”

Biggs: Whether you like it or not, Jeff, you're stuck with us!

Jeff: Well, I don't like it, and you can believe that I'm going to give those contracts a thorough look through when I get to the back. Fact is, though, even if you two retain your positions as Co-GMs, as the President of this company, my authority supersedes yours. Until this situation is figured out, if I deem that you two are abusing your power, I have the right to overturn your decisions. Don't make me have to use it.

Biggs: (feigning innocence) I can assure Jeff that we'd never dream of it. Still, you forget that there are two of us, and one of you. Also, we have a pretty nasty insurance policy in The Beast. We would greatly advise you to stay out of our way.

Jeff: And I would advise you leave my ring before I show you guys why you don’t scare me

Cyrus: As you wish, Prez. We'll be on our way now, and get to work on helping run this show the best way we know how. Why?

Biggs: Because we're AWESOME!

At this point the Axis leaves the ring and draws loud boos from the crowd as Jeff has a serious look on his face. When they reach the head of the ramp, Cyrus turns around and jokingly waves at Jeff before they disappear to the back and we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

Victor Hades marches through the hall way, his pace is slow and methodical. With his teeth clinched the look on his face had a few stage hands scrambling away for their life's; surely, Victor Hades would take them—if they meant anything. His encounter with Jesse Nunez only made his mood worse but it was near impossible to tell.

Victor Hades lowered his head allowing his long black hair to cover his face before lifting his head again throwing the strands of his hair behind his back but before he can even look two feet in-front of him, he bumps into someone rolling around a sharp corner.

Level-One: You need to watch where the hell you are going around here....

The APW world champion stares down Victor Hades with the championship slung around his shoulder; Victor Hades stares at the APW championship and the back up at Level-One, taking a step forward right into the APW champions face.

Level-One: You better back yourself up, hellboy. I don't know who or what you think you -are- but that win at New Years Retribution was a fluke at best. You should know that I can slap you into shape and can wrestle rings around you the size of Saturn any day of the week. You got that?

A smirk crosses the face of Victor Hades as Level-One tilts his head to the side, clinching his teeth in attempts to hold Victor Hades at bay.

Victor Hades: Maybe... the ass kicking I served up to you a week ago has escaped your memory capacity...maybe you should spend less time self-hyping yourself and more time looking down the barrel of a shotgun I point to your head.

Victor Hades lifts his fingers putting them against Level-One's temple, before mockingly pulling the trigger.

Victor Hades: You have allowed the lure of the championship glow to blind you from the darkness that currently looms above your head. Now, I'm not one to rain on a parade...but I am coming for that APW world championship weather you--Pence Weatherlight—or Jason fucking Royce- holds it after Rasslemania...

Level-One: Is that so?

Level-One smiles before propping up his APW world championship onto his shoulder before pretending to ponder the thought.

Level-One: You know, that'd me your facing. Victor, if you really want to go down this path, if you really want to do this to yourself, then fine. You were much more tolerable when your head wasn't bloaded every time it touched air—it's a shame that 500 grand couldn't by you some goddamn sense, boy.

Victor Hades clinches his fist right to pounce on the APW world champion but before he can bat an eye, Chris Cyrus and Biggs (alongside Ellie) appear behind the shoulder of Victor Hades. Victor Hades watches both Biggs and Chris Cyrus through the corner of his eyes as the APW world champion grows evermore confident.

Level-One: Victor, you may want to rethink your approach to me. You do NOT want to piss me off; nor my friends on the other side of the axis, now do you?

Victor Hades looks up at Level-One and smiles.

Victor Hades: Good luck out there tonight, champ...

Victor Hades slaps Level-One on the shoulder before turning around, back peddling slowly. The Axis along with Level-One stare down Victor Hades as he vanishes around the corner. With a scowl on his face Level-One turns to the Axis.

Level-One: Speaking of tonight; how about we pay a little visit to the O'Connor brothers...?

Biggs and Chris Cyrus smile as Level-One high fives both of his allies with Ellie smiling along with the proposal. The camera fades out and heads back to ringside.

Draven Vs Mark Moment

The two lock up in the middle of the ring with Mark taking Draven down with a arm drag. They lock up again and again, Mark takes Draven down with an Arm Drag. The go to lock up again, and this time, Draven kicks Mark in the gut and punches him to the corner and then chops him before throwing him into the ropes and connects with a back body drop. Draven goes for a cover and gets a 2 count. Draven lifts Mark up and gives him a few forearm shots to the face and brings him to the ropes. Mark reverses an Irish Whip and as Draven comes back, Mark catches him with a Hurricanrana into a pin.
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Both are back up and Mark ducks a clothesline and comes off the ropes and takes Draven down with a cross body into a cover, but Mark only gets a 2 count. Mark pulls Draven up and puts him into the corner and gives him a few kicks to the ribs and then throws him into the opposite corner. Mark then runs and jumps on Draven’s chest and does a back flip. Draven then runs out of the corner and takes Mark’s head off with a clothesline. Draven picks Mark up and gives him a fall away slam. Draven covers.
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With Mark down, Draven climbs the top rope but Mark is up and hit’s the ropes and Draven falls crotch first. Mark climbs the ropes and hooks Draven up, Super plexing him off the top. Mark goes on the ring apron and springboards off the ropes and catches Draven with a Tornado DDT and covers him
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Mark waits for Draven to get up and as he does, Draven runs at Mark who gives him a drop toe hold into the middle ropes. Mark runs and goes for the 619, but Draven catches him and then carries him to the middle of the ring and lifts him up on his shouler, but Mark fights it and lands behind Draven and rolls him up in a school boy
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Mark kicks Draven and brings him to the corner and chops him then Draven pokes Mark in the eyes and gives Mark a kick to the head. Mark does down and Draven pulls him up and throws him into the corner, but Mark reverses it. Draven hit’s the corner and Mark runs at him, but Draven moves and Mark hit’s the corner chest first. Draven grabs Mark and for the Head Hunter, but Mark swings his hand, punching Draven in the head. Mark breaks free and Mark nails Draven with a Pele Kick and Draven falls into the ropes. Mark runs off the ropes and nails the 619. Draven falls back and Mark climbs to the top rope and signals for the Marking Out. Draven is up to his feet and he runs towards the corner and Mark jumps off the ropes, over Draven and lands on his feet. Draven turns and runs back at Mark who jumps up and gets in a Hurricanrana and grabs Draven’s leg into a cover
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Winner: Mark Moment

Mark quickly slides out of the ring and jumps in excitement in the victory. Draven slams his hands on the mat and Mark jumps into the crowd and celebrates his victory as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Nicky Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is no disqualifications or count outs for Biggs!

The crowd boos at this announcement, and then boo even louder as “Spaceman,” by The Killers, begins to play. The arena lights fade to a dim blue as blue laser lights shoot out of the stage and blue spotlights flash about the arena. The fans boo as Biggs enters the arena, clad in a fancy blue and white ring jacket, complete with blue feathers on the shoulders, and his signature blue shades. He is joined by his girlfriend Ellie, who is dressed in a bright purple blouse and black jeans, complete with a fancy ring jacket like Biggs', only with Purple feathers instead of blue. As the couple dance a bit on stage, Chris Cyrus emerges from the back, and gives Biggs a high five.

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, accompanied by Ellie and Chris Cyrus weighing in at 217 pounds, from Seattle, WA, Biggs!

Harvey: For those of you who don't watch Biggs' web show “First Contact,” and I'm sure there are many of you who don't, Biggs made this match a No DQ match, but only for himself! President Jeff warned Biggs earlier tonight about abusing his contested General Manager powers, but he's let the stipulation stick!

Chase: It's because President Jeff absolutely hates Michael Lively! Lively has been nothing but a thorn in the side of President Jeff since Lively came back last summer. I'm sure Jeff doesn't mind Biggs taking liberties at the expense of Michael Lively one bit!

Biggs and Ellie have a slight dance in their step as they make their way down the ramp, mocking the fans as they go along. When they reach the ring, Biggs holds open the ropes for Ellie, allowing her to step through before sling shooting himself over the top rope and into the ring. Biggs then goes to the center of the ring, where he and Ellie dance around a bit before she removes his jacket and shades and leaves the ring. Cyrus stands outside the ring, clapping for Biggs the whole time, and making fun of the fans in the front row while doing so. Biggs then focuses his attention on the match at hand. AFI's “Misseria Cantare” begins to play as the lights are dim, and the stage flickers with blue strobbing lights to the beat. Snow flakes begins to fall all through the arena, and the walkway is filled with smoke. The strobing light beat to the music, and then as the lights flicker again the figure of a hooded figure can be seen. The I am JESUS pose is given then the hood is flipped back reveling Michael Lively as blue sparks shoot up from the floor behind him.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in tonight at 225 pounds, from Fort Lauderdale, Florida, he is the APW Xtreme Champion, “The Lone Wolf” Michael Lively!

Harvey: Remember folks, this is a non-title match! Still, one has to wonder how Lively will be able to adapt to the stipulations of this match!

Chase: Either he'll be able to or he won't!

Harvey: That has got to be the biggest “no duh” comment I've heard from you in quite some time, Johnny.

Lively then begins to walk the ramp to the music, rolls into the ring, walks to the ropes in between two ring posts, climbs the second, leaning against the top, holding his title in the air, as snow falls around him, and the ring glows blue. Lively drops down strike the pose again embracing the overwhelming boo's from the crowd. Biggs has an arrogant smirk on his face as Lively acknowledges his presence. Lively unclasps his belt, and gives it to the ref, who immediately gives it to the time keeper and calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Biggs vs. Michael Lively

Harvey: This should be a very interesting match, because let's face it, the fans hate both of these guys! And rightfully so, because their two of the biggest jerks in APW!

Chase: Hey, how can you call these two extremely talented wrestlers jerks!?

Harvey: I didn't say they weren't good wrestlers. In fact, I have to begrudgingly admit that both are great, but in terms of their respective attitudes, both are reprehensible human beings!

In the center of the ring, Biggs raises his hand as to challenge Lively to a test of strength. “The Lone Wolf” obliges, and the two men clasp their hands in the middle of the ring. At exactly the same moment, both men go for the cheap shot kick to the gut, and both connect, hunching each other over.

Chase: Great minds think alike!

As both men are hunched, they begin to trade slaps to the face, which become punches as they both stand back up straight! The crowd gets a variation of the “Yay! Boo!” chant going where they say “Boo!” with every blow! “BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO! BOO!” Finally, Lively gets control during the scuffle, and manages to back Biggs into the ropes. He then whips Biggs towards the opposite ropes, but Biggs ducks the attempted Clothesline, instead springing off the middle rope and pulling off a backflip, but as he's in midair, Lively lifts his boot up and clobbers Biggs in the midsection, causing him to fall right to the mat!

Harvey: Lively had Biggs well scouted there!

Lively grabs a hold of Biggs by the hair, pulling him up and giving him a few punches to the face before delivering a Standing Dropkick! As Biggs gets back up, he gets another Dropkick to the mush, and after another Dropkick, Biggs rolls out of the ring, drawing loud boos from the crowd. As Biggs regains his composure, Ellie and Cyrus come over to give him a pep talk. As the three are huddled together, Lively gets a running start, leaps onto the top rope, and springboards off to go for a Flying Crossbody! Biggs quickly shoves Ellie out of the way to protect her, while he and Cyrus get the full brunt of Lively's suicidal dive! The crowd claps for the move, but they aren't cheering Lively, despite their hatred of Biggs. Lively strikes his “JESUS” pose over Biggs and Cyrus, and then turns his attention to Ellie. A sick smile comes across the face of the Xtreme Champion as Ellie backs away, obviously disgusted by Lively!

Chase: We've seen how Lively treats his mother! I don't even want to imagine what he'd do if he got his hands on Ellie!

Harvey: As much as I don't care for the way Ellie carries herself ringside, she is a woman! Lively is just sick!

Lively inches ever closer towards Ellie, who's backing away, while Biggs and Cyrus are still recovering on the outside. The ref has started the 10 count for Lively, who licks his lips as he gets closer and closer to Biggs' girlfriend. The crowd is booing at the top of their lungs as Lively reaches Ellie, and grabs her by the hair! As he drags her in closer, Ellie gives him a swift kick to the nuts, causing Lively to let go and fall to his knees! By this point, Biggs has come to, and gets up, rushing towards Lively, and nailing him in the back with a hard Soccer Kick to the spine! Biggs then pulls him up by the head, and bounces it off the apron before rolling Lively back into the ring. Biggs then steps onto the apron, grabs a hold of the top rope, and nails his opponent with a Slingshot Flipping Leg Drop! He then rolls Lively onto his belly, locking Lively's arms into a Double Underhook position, before proceeding to deliver the Ultimate Knee Strike's combo to the crown of Lively's head! After the blows, as Lively lays on the mat in pain, Biggs blows a kiss to his girlfriend, and gets more boos from the crowd.

Harvey: The fans just can't stand either one of these guys, and neither can I!

Chase: It's your loss, as they are two of the best we have here in APW!

As Biggs reaches down to pull Lively up, “The Lone Wolf” slaps the taste out of his mouth, sending Biggs staggering back a bit, before nailing him with the Pele! As Biggs is down, Lively quickly makes his way to the top, and goes for the Moonsault, just missing Biggs as he rolls out of the way! Lively holds his gut in pain as Biggs pull him up to a seated position, and then runs towards the ropes, catching Lively in the back of the head with a Shining Wizard! As Lively crumbles face first to the mat, Biggs sits in the small of his back before pulling back on his head to lock in the Camel Clutch! As Biggs pulls back as hard as he can with his right arm, he takes his left arm and drives it across the bridge of Lively's nose with some clubbing Forearm Smashes! After a few smashes, Biggs yanks back even harder on Lively's head before releasing the hold! Biggs has an extremely confident look on his face as he motions for Lively to get up. Once Lively is to his feet, Biggs gives him a kick to the gut, and hooks his head, running up the ropes to hit with The Bigg Time! As Lively is down, Biggs hops right up to the top turnbuckle, and leaps off for the UFO Frog Splash! Lively gets out of the way just in time, causing Biggs to crash and burn!

Harvey: Both men have missed with high risk maneuvers in this match! How will this affect the flow of the rest of this contest?

Lively is the first to his feet, but only by a little bit, and he catches Biggs with a Hurricarana as he gets up! Lively then runs to the ropes, nailing Biggs with a Running Flying Knee to the Face! Lively goes for the first cover of the match
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President Jeff: Woah, woah, woah! Biggs, I know that you made this match No DQ for yourself earlier this week, and while I was okay to let Michael Lively suffer, because let's face it, he's the biggest jerk here, I also told you earlier tonight that if I felt that you were abusing your power, that I'd step in and override your decisions, and I'm here to do just that! So Biggs, because you're blatantly taking advantage of your contractually mandated GM powers, I am using my authority as President of APW to make this match No Disqualifications or Count Outs for the both of you!

The fans cheer as Biggs has a livid look on his face! Jeff has a huge smile from ear to ear, and as he exits back to the backstage area, Biggs turns around and lifts the chair again, taking a swing a Lively! Lively squirms out of Cyrus' grip, causing Biggs to blast his partner across the face! Biggs has a look of shock on his face, and as he turns to attack Lively again, he is met with a hard kick to the gut, causing him to drop the chair to the mat. Lively then hooks him in position for the Lion's Bite, and drills Biggs' head into the chair with the Lion's Bite Flipping Piledriver! As Biggs is laid out, Lively places the chair on his head, and makes his way to the top rope! The fans boo loudly as Ellie screams in horror on the outside, while Lively leaps off the top rope and nails Biggs across the face with the Prelude, which is only enhanced by the chair! Lively then goes for a cover,
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Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Michael Lively!

Chase: I never thought I'd see the day where President Jeff would help Michael Lively win a match! I mean, that's one of those bizarre things that you'd never expect to happen under any circumstances!

Harvey: I don't think Jeff's intent was to help Lively so much as it was to teach Biggs a lesson! Still, Lively earned this victory tonight despite long odds in the early going!

“Misseria Cantare” blares over the speakers as Lively gets to his feet, and the ref raises his hand in victory! Lively then rolls out of the ring and grabs his Xtreme Championship, making his way up the ramp as Ellie slides into the ring to check on Biggs and Cyrus and we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

Backstage; The Beast is in the locker room of the O'Connor brothers shaking the two men down. Biggs (accompanied by Ellie) and Chris Cyrus and the APW world champion all stand by the door, peering their attention in. The Beat begins to tear apart the locker room, kicking in the locker room doors before running across the room smashing his foot through a mirror. The O'Connor brothers sit on their bench watching the big man tear apart their locker room as they converse amongst the other.

Outside the door Level-One turns to Biggs who has his armed wrapped around Ellie, who puts her fingers in her ears, trying to ignore the loud grunts from The Beast.

Level-One: Biggs, what the hell is wrong with The Beast? What the hell is he doing shaking down the O'Connor brothers without us?

Biggs: Well, he's angry. You told me and Chris Cyrus about it, but not him. So, The Beast decided to go in on the job alone.

Level-One turns away from Biggs and then back into the locker room as The Beast walks over to the O'Connor brothers lifting up the side of the bench, causing the tag team to spill over onto the floor. The O'Connor brothers roll the opposite direction for safety, as the bench is tossed upright and then back onto the floor (CLASH) sending a heavy vibration through the concrete. At this point, Level-One tries to walk in to intervene but is tugged on by, Chris Cyrus.

Level-One: What is it?

Chris Cyrus: You can't go in there. The beast has marked his territory, he'll attack you if he feels threatened.

Biggs steps in; disagreeing with the observation made by his long time friend and tag team partner.

Biggs: You got it all wrong, Chris. Level-One is part of the family now, The Beast knows better then to attack one who is down with the Axis.

Biggs taps Level-One on his shoulder assuring him that it's safe to go in. Chris Cyrus still believes otherwise as he takes a cautious step back, as Level-One walks into the locker room. The Beast wraps his hands around the locker room bench, pulling it up like a weight to his chest. He turns around to see Level-One standing behind him. The Beast launches the bench in his direction as Level-One hits the concrete floor, avoiding the large bench which clashes against the wall.

Chris Cyrus: I don't want to say I told you so...

Biggs quickly unwraps his arms around Ellie and rushes in to contain The Beast who has clearly lost it, all chaos has broken lose. Chris Cyrus helps the APW world champion to his feet who is more then livid at this point.

Level-One: What the hell is wrong with your guy!? You better contain his ass before I rip his head off his shoulders!

Level-One tries to attack the beast but Chris Cyrus manages to hold the APW champion at bay, as Biggs tries to restore order. In the corner of the room the O'Connor brothers realize it had been an ambush and converse on how to make their quick escape.

Austin: Aye, I say we make our escape when nobody is looking!

Aiden: Oi! Now would be a good time wouldn't you say?

The two nod placing their backs against the fall locker room wall. The two take small, slow, caculated steps, never taking their eyes of the Axis and APW world champion. The two make it to their door as Ellie realizes they're making an escape. She screams out and points to the O'Connor brothers which seems to be the magic word as the APW world champion and the Axis all look towards the O'Connor brothers, who look to each-other and then waves, quickly making their escape from the locker room, dashing through the halls.

Level-One: Goddamn it! You guys let those punks get away! Now, I need to deal with the both of them tonight.

Chris Cyrus: Well... good luck champ!

Biggs: Hey, if you want we can come down there and show some support...

Level-One shakes his head and points at his world heavyweight championship.

Level-One: You guys stay out of this. I'm going to take care of both of these guys, myself...

The APW world champion storms out of the locker room as Biggs admires the damage Beast has caused to the locker room. Biggs taps Chris Cyrus on the shoulder as the live feed in the locker room slowly fades to black.

Biggs:...Over a grand in damages?

Chris Cyrus: I think so, Biggs. I think so...

Overdrive fades to commercial

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes back from commercial. Backstage you see President Hurricane Jeff roaming the hallways. He walks by road agents and other wrestlers, before stopping next to one of APW newest Mega Stars, Damien Dimitri.

Jeff: Mr. Dimitri

Damien: Well if it isn’t the great Hurricane Jeff

Jeff: I just wanted to personally welcome you to APW. I know you we’re trained by Trevor and that your friends with him and all that stuff. And its no secret that I don’t like Trevor and his band of misfits. But I want to show you that I’m not such a bad guy as they stories you may have heard, so put her there.

Jeff extends his hand at Damien. Damien reaches in and shakes the bosses hand

Damien: I heard a lot of great thing about how you run your company

Jeff: Its all about hard work and dedication.

Damien: We’ll its an honor to meet you face to face and its an honor to work with you. And it will be an honor when I’m headlining shows and winning titles here.

Jeff: Don’t get too far a head of yourself, there’s still a tall ladder you have to climb. Plus, lets not forget, you lost earlier tonight.

Damien: I should have won.

Jeff: So did everyone who lost tonight.

Damien: How about you put me in a match next week against one of your top guys and I’ll show you what Damien Dimitri is made of

Jeff thinks for a second

Jeff: Alright, I put you in a match next week against one of the best wrestlers in the world today. Next week Damien, I want you to go to the Blackwell Academy and train hard, because your fighting the APW World Heavyweight Champion Level One next week.

Damien eyes open wide in shock and Jeff walks past Damien before turning back and putting his hand on Damiens shoulder

Jeff: Good Luck

The fans are heard cheering as Jeff walks off and we go back to ringside.

Chase: Wow, an interesting match up announced for next week.

Harvey: It doesn’t help being in APW and being associated with the Blackwells.

Chase: That’s for sure

Harvey: Here comes our main event and man it is one hell of a match that we are going to be seeing tonight!

Chase: Sure is, but then again any match with Level One in it is going to be an exciting match.

Harvey: Suck up.

Chase: What did you say?

Harvey: Nothing.

Put You On Game- By Lupe Fiasco blasts the PA system, as Level-One steps up on-top of the ramp. Red smoke swirls beneath him, and a string of red and blue pyro shoots up into the air he raises his APW Championship high in the air.

Nicky Paige: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 262 pounds, he is the current APW World Heavyweight Champion! Level One!

Harvey: Here comes the ever cocky, Level One.

Chase: Yeah, but he has earned every right to be cocky! No one can beat him!

Harvey: One man did...

Chase: And where is he now? Oh that's right, he is injured!

Level-One puts his title on his shoulder and slowly begins to walk down the ramp, being booed loudly by the crowd. Level-One stops before eyeing down a fan, mocking the fan in the process. Level-One turns, and climbs up onto the apron. He climbs up turn-buckle, hoisting his title high in the air. Level-One hops down, and awaits for the fight in-front of him.

The lights throughout the packed arena cut-off and a bright light appears on stage, while a cloud of fog pours from the curtains. While two voices come over the P.A. system chanting a quiet prayer....

"And Shepherds we shall be

For thee, my Lord, for thee.

Power hath descended forth from Thy hand

Our feet may swiftly carry out Thy commands.

So we shall flow a river forth to Thee

And teeming with souls shall it ever be.

In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti."

Suddenly the drum beating sounds of "I'm Shipping Up To Boston" by Dropkick Murphys blares over the P.A. system as the fans spring out of their seats, the strobe lights bright flickering upon the stage. Finally the duo of Austin and Aidan O'Connor appear bursting through the myst of fog, only to hear the roaring wild echoes of cheers from the fans. A grin on both of their faces, as they march down the ramp singing along the lyrics with the fans.

Nicky Paige: Making their way to the ring next, weighing in at a combined weight of 413 lbs, hailing from Killarney, Ireland! The O'Connor Brothers!

Harvey: Well you might as well say that the deck is stacked against our current champion.

Chase: That it is, but Level One will still come out on top because he has been in worse situations.

Harvey: But lets give the O'Connors some credit...both of them work well as a team.

Chase: Yeah, yeah...but they are nothing in comparison to Level One!

Exchanging hugs, high fives, and handshakes with loyal fans along the way.

"I'm shipping up to Boston ... wayy-yooo!
I'm shipping up to Boston ... wayyyyyy-yo!
I'm shipping up to Boston ... wayy-yooo!
I'm shipping off ... to find my wooden leg!"

Finally running down the ramp and sliding into the ring, Austin and Aidan spring to their feet and climb the turnbuckles. Posing for the massively loud crowd cheering behind them, as they position themselves taunting the amazing crowd on the outside. Before slowly lowering their arms and awaiting for the match to begin. Austin and Aiden have a discussion and after deciding who will go first, split up with Aiden going to the corner, and Austin staring at Level One.

Ding, Ding, Ding!

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Before even the second sound of the bell sounds, Level One is on Austin like white on rice, delivering powerful lefts, and rights to his face and gut. After a short session of punches, Level One Irish Whips Austin, and then slams him down to the mat with a vicous clothesline. Austin looks visibly shaken by the ferocity of the champion and begins to get up, shaking his head.

Chase: As you can see, already Level One looks to be heads over heels better than the brothers.

Harvey: Saying that Level One is going to win this by only the first minute of the fight is stupid.

Chase: Bah! What do you know.

Level One lifts Austin up before he can finish coming to his senses and commences to wail on him with lefts and rights again, but this time Austin starts to fight back with lefts and rights of his own. Austin begins to gain more speed and power behind every hit until finally he begins to punch more often than Level One, and then in a quick move he irish whips Level into the ropes, and on the return delivers a high knee to Level One's face. Level falls on his back and before he can react he receives a leg drop across his throat. The fans are cheering as Austin lifts him up and then drops him down with a belly to belly suplex. Austin goes for a pin, but doesn't even get a one count on Level, who gets his shoulder up quickly.

Harvey: And just like that Austin beginning to show signs of life.

Chase: He is just getting lucky.

Harvey: Yeah, he is lucky, he is filled with the luck of the Irish.

Chase: Wow, that was...just wow.

Austin puts a headlock on Level One after picking him up and brings him over to his brother's corner where he makes a tag for Aiden to get into the ring. Aiden jumps up on the top rope and as Austin lets go, Aiden hits a spring board tornado DDT. Level One crashes to the mat as Aiden goes for a pin.

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Shoulder Up!

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Harvey: I liked the teamwork, but it doesn't look like it was enough.

Chase: Nothing is enough when you are wrestling a living legend like Level One.

As Aiden rolls to the opposite corner of the ring and sets up for a spear, Level One gets to his feet slowly, and as Aiden rushes at him Level One raises his foot, and hits a big boot square into Aiden's face. Aiden crumbles to the floor as Level One picks him up and sets up for the Level Advance which he hits with ease. The fans boo as Level One goes for the cover.

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Broken up by Austin!

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Chase: Oh fantastic, here comes the numbers game!

Harvey: That was great timing by Austin!

Level One shoves Austin out of the ring and threw the ropes to the outside and turns around to be on the receiving end of a spear. Level One and Aiden get up quickly, but once again Aiden hits a spear on Level One. Level One rolls to his side, clutching his stomach, as Aiden gets to his feet groggily, feeling the effects of nailing Level One with two spears in a row.

Harvey: You got to give it to him, that was pretty awesome.

Chase: Yeah it was, but with the added strain on Aiden from the spears to the already unimaginable pain of being hit with the Level Advance this early...I doubt Aiden has much left in the tank.

Aiden looks over to Level One and then rouses the fans with a quick arm pump, signaling for another spear, and as Level One gets up it looks like that is going to happen, but much to the surprise of the APW fans, Level One rolls out of the way of the charging Aiden.

Chase: Oh shit! Duck!

Aiden comes soaring and lands head first into the announcer's table and crumples to the mat. Level One shakes his head with a shit eating grin on his face. Level One doesn't even allow the ref to start counting as he goes to the outside and picks Aiden up and then slams him down to the mat with a suplex. The ref begins to count.

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3...


4...

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Level One rolls Aiden into the ring, shaking his head. Level One lets out a little chuckle as he rolls into the ring as the ref reaches the count of seven. Level One pulls Aiden away from the corner where Austin is now standing before he can tag his brother in and turns Aiden around, locking in a boston crab, while laughing at Austin, and taunting him.

Harvey: That bastard! Look at how cocky he is!

Chase: He is in complete control of this match. There is nothing the O'Connors can do about it either.

Level One continues to hold as Aiden gets a burst of strength and begins to make a powerful attempt to get to the bottom ropes on the other side. Level One keeps the hold the whole way and has no intention of fighting him, instead the purpose of the crab was to wear down Aiden's legs. Aiden reaches the bottom ropes and he clings to them hard as Level One releases the hold and walks over to Austin in the corner. Level One slaps Austin across the face before Austin knows what is going on and the ref breaks up the potential slug fest between the two of them. As the ref manages to get things under control, he turns to see that Aiden has Level One rolled up in a small package, he begins to the count.

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2...


Power Out!

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Aiden looks dissapointed as he sits up and turns to see Level One is already to his feet and as he tries to get up he receives a drop kick to the face. The fans boo as Level One picks up Aiden and goes for a suplex, but they cheer as Aiden reverses it into a DDT. The fans cheer even more as Aiden begins to crawl to his brother in the corner.

Harvey: Man this has been one hell of an exhibition from these three wrestlers tonight.

Chase: I can not deny that this match is definitely not dissapointing anyone that is for sure.

Level One gets up slowly and walks over to the crawling Aiden, right as Aiden tags in Austin, who comes in with a vengeance, and nails of a powerful clothesline. Austin then hits Level One in the gut with a kick and then hits him with a Jack Knife Power Bomb. Austin is no where near done with Level One as he picks him up again and nails another Jack Knife Power Bomb. The fans erupt as Level One lays limp on the floor and the grinning Austin begins to set him up for another Jack Knife, and once again nails it. The fans grow louder as Austin goes for the pin.

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Kick Out!

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Harvey: Nothing that the O'Connors throw at Level One seems to keep him down!

Chase: That is because he is the champ, Harvey. Can't you get that through your thick skull!

Austin glares at the prone Level One and jumps up for a knee to the face, but Level One rolls out of the way, and Austin comes down on his knee hard. Level One gets to his feet and waits for Austin to get up, and then locks in the Darkness Shine and nails it! Level One goes for the pin.

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3!

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Nicky Paige: Here is your winner...Level One!

The fans all boo as loudly as they can as Level One parades around the ring, taunting the fans.

Chase: Why are they booing!? They should be cheering their champion just beat those two chumps!

Harvey: It is because Level One is a sleese ball, Chase. You are the only man in existence who loves him.

Chase: What can I say...he has talent. Which is more than I can say for those two bafoons!

Just as Level One is about to leave the ring "Ultra Mega" by Powerman 5000 hits the PA system and the fans look around confused. Level One stares at the entrance ramp as the Masked Man appears from behind the curtain and makes his way down to the ring at a slow pace. The fans don't know whether to cheer or boo at the Masked Man as Level One gets out of the ring and begins to try to walk past him, but the Masked Man stops him by stepping in his way.

Chase: Somebody call security, I think there is about to be a brawl.

Harvey: Just what the hell is going on...

Level One has a few words with the Masked Man who doesn't say anything or do anything. Level One goes to leave again after waiting for a response to no avail as the Masked Man this time rushes Level One and nails a clothesline. Level One has no time to get to his feet, already exhausted from the handicap match, as the Masked Man lifts Level One up by one hand, and then slams him down with a choke slam! Level One lays on his back completely out of it as security rushes out to put a stop to it before it can escalate any further. Just as security begins to escort the Masked Man to the backstage, "Till I Collapse" by Eminem comes over the PA as the fans get out of their seats and begin to cheer. Madok Mortalis wearing a business suit comes running out and jumps over security hitting a suicide dive on the Masked Man and knocking him on to his back.

Harvey: Looks like Madok has come out here to receive answers from the Masked Man!

Chase: Or he is getting revenge for the vicous attack on Level One!

Chase: Yeah, right.

Madok lifts the Masked Man up and goes for the Blood Rites, but the Masked Man easily powers out, and even with the security guards telling him not to the Masked Man lifts Madok up with a choke slam, and nails him too. The fans boo as the camera gets a close up of the Masked Man who is laughing maniacly. The Masked Man's voice can be heard, but is once again distorted by a voice changer.

Masked Man: This is what our champions truly are... cocky over-rated pieces of s**t! Just wait Level One, I will bury you!

The security guards finally push the Masked Man to the back stage area as Overdrive ends with Medical staff running out to check on the condition of both Level One and Madok Mortalis.