Overdrive - Oklahoma City, Oklahoma (02/25/10)

[President Jeff]

As the video ends, Pyro shoots off from the stage and the camera pans through the crowd of Oklahoma. The camera then stops on the voices of APW, Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase

Chase: Welcome everyone to Thursday Night Overdrive

Harvey: We are just a month away from Rasslemania 6, and I have a feeling tonight, thinks will begins to shape up Rasslemania

Chase: That’s right. After tonight, we have 2 more shows till Rasslemania and I have a feeling, a few matches will be made here tonight

Harvey: Also tonight, the first Hall of Fame Induction. A new tradition for Rasslemania, the Hall of Fame

Chase: I’m curious to see who will be in this years Hall of Fame. But also tonight, our main event match will be, Biggs Taking on The Beast. A match made by President Jeff

Harvey: The Axis of Awesome are trying to run Overdrive, but Jeff is doing everything he can to keep control.

Chase: Enough talking, lets go to the ring for the opening match up.

Assassin Vs Streets Wilson

The bell rings and both guys lock up in the middle of the ring and Assassin gets a knee in on Streets then throws him off into the ropes and takes Streets down with a back elbow and goes for a cover
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Kick out by Streets.

Assassin lifts Streets up, bringing him to the corner and chops him. Assassin throws Streets to the opposite corner and runs at him, catching him with a clothesline and then throws Streets back to the first corner and runs, hitting another clothesline before grabbing Streets by his head and bulldogging him out of the corner. Assassin covers
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Kick Out by Streets

Assassin picks Streets up and takes him right back down with a Russian Leg Sweep. Assassin stomps on Streets Chest and climbs up to the middle rope, he leaps off for an elbow drop, but Streets rolls out of the way. Streets gets up, punching Assassin, throws him into the ropes and takes him down with a Spine Buster. Streets grabs Assassin, going for a DDT, but Assassin fights out of it, grabs Streets, giving him a belly to belly suplex. Assassin picks Streets up, picks him up and chops him. Streets falls in the corner and Assassin kicks him and then lifts him up on the top rope, Assassin climb up and connects with a Super Plex in the middle of the ring. Assassin is up and waits for Streets to get up, as soon as he doesn’t, Assassin kicks Streets and nails him with the Assassination (Raven effect ddt). Assassin rolls Streets over and covers him
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Winner: Assassin

Before Assassin celebrates his victory, Assassin gets the mirophone.

Assassin: With Rasslemania coming up, I still don’t have an opponent, so I’m making a challenge right now. I will challenge who ever loses between Vic Diaz and Damian Dimitri later tonight. I’ll be watching closely guys.

Assassin drops the mic and leaves the ring celebrating his victory.

Chase: Assassin destroyed Streets here tonight and made a challenge for Rasslemania

Chubs the rather plump cameraman of Michael Lively steadies his equipment on his shoulder as the JESUS then walks into the frame. The custom made Xtreme title made just for himself placed over his right shoulder as the arrogant mans eyes are covered by a pair of sunglasses. The left hand of the JESUS takes the glasses off his face and places then on the back of his head as he stares deep into the camera, knowing that all who watch this are filled with anger at this very moment because their must witness the shear perfection that is Michael Lively.

Lively: Tonight this company, a company I helped build will be holding a match. They will be holding a match to determine the number one contender to the title that I rescued, the Xtreme championship. Zoom in Chubs...take a close look at the name etched in this title...that’s right it is Michael Lively. My name has made it onto every title this company has put out, and in doing so I have become the first and only grand slam champion.

Chubs rolls his eyes at Lively's arrogance.

Lively: Don't think because I'm cutting a promo Chubs that I didn't see that, now. A lot of claims have been made over the past few weeks. Claims of a champion this company can be proud of will be crowned. I can honestly say that this company already has that so save that tired speech for some other place. I am the JESUS, the savior of the Xtreme, the Hottest Sh%t Going what isn't there to be proud of. So back to some of the other ridiculousness that has graced this fine company. The Fetus Damian Dimitri has staked claim to what is mine, has come back under the order of Trevor Blackwell to spread that cancer-like Blackwell philosophy across the APW once more. Thi sawed off little bitch hasn't a clue what he is about to engage himself into. The sack of feces hasn't even accumulated a win here in APW. If the snot nosed brat cashes in his luck tonight and manages to squeak past Vic Diaz then the JESUS will surely pencil him in for the meeting, which hasn't ended up to well for very many in this fed. By chance that brat fails like he has twice already then the JESUS will be welcoming the so called King of Hardcore to the reality that is right before him, I am his worst fricking nightmare, and will prove that to either one of these jabrones come Rasstlemania!!! It makes no difference to the JESUS who APW claims to be the number one contender, up against me the will all be simply second rate!

Lively then grabs the title in his hand and outstretches his arms for the I am JESUS pose as the camera zooms in on the prize at the end of the rainbow for either Vic Diaz or Damian Dimitri and Overdrive goes to commercial.

[President Jeff]

The scene cuts to backstage where a clearly injured Pence Weatherlight can be seen making his way down the hallways in the back. His arm is in a sling and Pence avoids moving it too much in fear that the movement will aggravate the injury. As he is about to turn a corner back stage the lights begin to flicker and Pence looks around in confusion, the lights go out all of a sudden, and the sounds of a scuffle are heard through the darkness. The lights come on only thirty seconds later and the Masked Man is seen standing over Pence looking down at him.

Masked Man: Next week, I will reveal who I really am to the world. No more masks, no more backstage attacks...just pure unchecked rage and unnecessary brutality. So keep your eyes alert World Champ, because I am coming for you before the night is done.

The lights go out again and when they come back on The Masked Man is gone and the only thing that remains to even say he was there, lays on the floor clutching his arm.

Chase: Who is that masked man

Harvey: It looks like we will find out next week.

Chase: This guys is pissing me off

Harvey: Lets just get to our next match

Mark Moment Vs Jim Steel

With Jim towering over Mark, Mark runs off the ropes and goes for a shoulder block, but Mark just ends up hitting the mat. Mark gets up and dances around the ring and goes to lock up with Jim, but is able to get in a waist lock. Jim grabs Mark and hip throws him over. Mark hit’s the and gets up, going to the corner. Jim walks over to the corner and kicks Mark and then gives him a hard short arm clothesline.

Chase: A big size difference between these two

Harvey: Its almost a battle of David Verses Goliath here

Jim picks Mark up and hoist him up over his shoulder. Jim runs and gives Mark a running shoulder breaker and then covers Mark
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Kick Out.

Jim throws Mark to the corner and then rushes at him but Mark gets his feet up in Jim’s face. Jim stumbles back and Mark jumps to the middle ropes and comes off with a drop kick, which has the big man rocking. Mark then climbs to the top rope and leaps off with a cross body, but Jim catches him and slams him to the mat and covers Mark for a second time
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Chase: If Mark wants to win, he’s going to need a better plan.

With Mark on the mat, Jim walks over Mark, stepping on Mark’s chest in the process and then pulls him to his feet and throws him into the ropes and lifts him up in in a side walk slam and drops him. Jim raies his arms in the air and the crowd boo’s him. Jim then grabs Mark and lifts him up for a Jack Knife Powerbomb, but Mark is able to counter with a Hurricanrana. With Jim getting up, Mark dropkicks Jim from behind and Jim goes chest first into the middle rope and Mark runs and nails Jim with the 619. Him falls to the middle of the ring and Mark then springboards off the ropes and nails a splash. Mark covers
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Jim powers out, throwing Mark off of him.

Harvey: Look at that power

Chase: Mark is gonna have to knock this guy out if he wants to win

With Jim getting up, Mark connects with a dropkick to the face of Jim and Jim goes down, laying near the corner. Mark climbs the top rope.

Chase: Its looks like he’s going for the Marking Out

Mark looks at the entrace and see’s Draven standing at the top of the entrance ramp. While distracted, Jim is back up and he hit’s the ropes, causing Mark to fall, croatch first. Jim goes to the corner and climbs up. He grabs Mark, lifts him up nailing a Brain Buster off the top rope

Harvey: Jim calls that the Tower of Hell

Jim rolls over, covering Mark
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Winner: Jim Steel

Chase: A big win for Jim.

Harvey: This is the big man’s first win here in APW.

Jim gets up and celebrates his victory. The camera shows Draven smiling as he heads backstage

Chase: Mark could have had this match won if Draven didn’t distract him.

Harvey: But a rookie mistake by Mark, he should have stayed focused in the ring.

Jim continues to celebrate as we go backstage where President Jeff is in his office. Jeff is seen on the phone and hangs up as The Axis of Awesome enters the room.

Jeff: What can I do for you Gentilmen.

Biggs: We need to talk about the match you made for tonight. I can’t go out there and fight The Beast.

Chris: Yah, he can’t go out there and fight The Beast.

Biggs looks at Chris.

Jeff: And why not?

Biggs: Because Jeff, last time I fought The Beast, he put me out on the shelf for Three months. I can’t risk that again.

Chris: Yah, he can’t risk that again.

Biggs looks at Chris again

Jeff: Listen, Your match with The Beast tonight is a go. Like it or not.

Biggs: You need to reconsider Jeff. If I’m hurt, ratings will go down. And with Ratings down, money does down. You need me Jeff. APW needs Biggs and Chris Cyrus, and without Biggs, theres no Axis.

Chris: Yah, without Biggs, there’s no Axis.

Biggs: Chris, please.

Jeff: I’m the boss and what I say goes. Tonight Biggs, your still fighting The Beast, and Chris, your fighting Jason Royce.

Chris: Why would I want to change that match, Its an easy win.

Jeff: Now get out of my office, I got some work to do.

The Axis of Awesome leave as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

The scene opens backstage where you see Mark Moment and Jim Steel talking.

Jim: I didn’t want to win like that.

Mark: Don’t worry about it. In this business, you win any way you can.

Jim: Anytime you want a rematch, just let me know.

Mark: Actually, I have a better Idea, come with me.

Mark and Him walks off as we go back to ringside.

Chase: What was Mark talking about?

Harvey: Who knows.

Chase: Lets get to our next match

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Harvey: Our next bout of the evening features newcomer Jimmy Jazz taking on one of the men involved in the Overdrive Title match at RassleMania, Draven.

Chase: Jazz was victorious in his match last week, and you know that he'll want to hold on to that momentum, but then again, so will Draven!

The Lights Dim and a smooth but short jazz tune plays. The music stops the lights come back on and suddenly “Paper Cut,” by Linkin Park hits and then pyro comes from underneath the stage. Jimmy Jazz comes out and struts to the ramp then stops, shrugs his shoulders, and lowers his arms then quickly raises them.

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 230 pounds, from Chicago, Illinois, “The Upgrade” Jimmy Jazz!

He rubs his hands together as he approaches the ring. He slides in and raises his arms and the crowd boos loud. He jumps up and wipes his face as his music lowers and eventually cuts off. Nazareth's “Hair of the Dog” plays over the speakers as Draven makes his entrance to a positive reaction. He makes his way down the ramp, focusing on his opponent.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 215 pounds, from Owensboro, Kentucky, Draven!

Draven is all business as he reaches the ring, and Jazz talks some smack to him as the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Jimmy Jazz vs. Draven

Immediately as the bell sounds, Draven slaps the taste out of Jimmy Jazz's mouth, which doesn't please Jazz all that much, he responds by going for the Discus Clothesline, but Draven ducks under and counters with a Standing Side Kick, taking Jazz down to the mat! Draven pulls Jazz up to his feet and delivers a Russian Leg Sweep and goes for a cover,
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Jazz kicks out! Draven gets back to his feet, measuring up his opponent as Jazz slowly gets up as well. Draven goes for the Buzzsaw Kick, but Jazz sees it coming, ducking the kick and grabbing Draven in for a Snap Suplex! “The Upgrade” maintains a hold of Draven's trunks and head, pulling him back up to deliver another Snap Suplex, and follows up with two more Snap Suplexes before pulling him back up and releasing his grasp to give Draven a few European Uppercuts that back Draven into the corner. Jazz gives his adversary a few kicks to the midsection before grabbing a hold of his arm, dragging Draven out of the corner, and then spinning him around to whip him chest first back into the same corner! As Draven clutches his chest in pain, Jazz grabs him from behind to perform a German Suplex! Jazz goes for the pin,
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Draven kicks out!

Harvey: Jimmy Jazz almost had him there! We've seen a pretty evenly contested match thus far, though Jazz seems to be in the driver's seat right now.

Chase: “The Upgrade” just needs to hold on to secure a huge win...

Jazz slams his fist on the mat in slight frustration before turning his focus back to Draven, getting to his feet while pulling Draven up with him. Jazz goes to whip Draven into the ropes, but Draven reverses it, sending Jazz to the ropes instead. On the rebound, Draven nails Jazz with a Spinning Lariat, and as Jazz is down, Draven climbs up to the second rope and delivers a Second Rope Knee Drop right to the chest of Jimmy Jazz! He goes for the pin,
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Jazz kicks out! Draven stays focused, and gets up to his feet, motioning that the match is almost over.

Harvey: He's calling for the Headhunter! If Draven hits with this, the match is over!

Just then, Mark Moment appears at the top of the entrance ramp. Draven lets go of Jimmy and focus his attention on Mark. Jimmy gets to his feet and from behind, Jim Steel slides into the ring. He clotheslines Jimmy from behind and the noise of Jimmy falling makes Draven turn around and Jimmy gets Draven with a big boot to the face. The ref calls for the bell

Winner: No Contest

With both Jimmy and Draven down, Mark comes down to the ring and gets a microphone

Mark: Since you wanted to show up in my match Draven, I figured I’d repay the favor. And your Jimmy Jazz, my boy Jim Steel here has some unfinished business with you.

Mark hands the mic to Jim Steel

Steel: And we we’re just talking with President Jeff, and next week, its gonna be us two against you two in a tag team match. And after next week, its gonna be the same results as right now. The two of you on your back and us standing above you.

Jim drops the mic and Mark’s music begins to play as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

A camera sparks to life as you see the image of Jason Royce stalking through the back hall of the arena. Something obviously devious is up his sleeve as he seems to be cautiously walking along the wall. He peeks around the corner spotting his target.

The tiny frame of Sabur's Lil Dick is eating a PB & J sandwich sitting on a crate in the back. The midget reaches out next to him and picks up a juice box slurping the 100 percent juice nutrition form the straw. The Legacy charges forward down the hall blindsiding the midget with a swift big boot to the side of the head. The little guy flies off the crate and slides across the floor. The cameraman sprints over trying to capture all the action on film. Jason Royce bends down to the midgets level as he lays on the floor writhing in pain with his eyes squinted shut.

Royce: You tell Sabur that he's a bitch if he doesn't accept my challenge for Rasstlemania. Better yet...

Jason Royce then grabs the midget up standing him on the crate so they are almost the same level. The Legacy then halls off slapping the living shit out of Sabur's Lil Dick. The midget falls sideways to the floor with his cheek bright red, and his head still sore from the nasty kick.

Royce: You show him that...I just slapped his Lil Dick.

Cameraman: PFFTTT....HAHAHA!!!

Royce whips around.

Royce: What the hell is so funny?

Cameraman: Uhhh, nothing.

Jason Royce then wipes his hands together feeling real proud of himself for the message he just sent the Irish Hammer as we go back to ringside

#1 Contender for Xtreme Title
Damian Dimitri Vs Vic Diaz

Back and forth match, but in the end, Damian picked up the win with his finisher

Winner: Damian Dimitri

Overdrive goes to commercial with Damien celebrating


OOC: Sorry for no written results for this match, the match never got sent to me and I have no time to write it.

[President Jeff]

After commercial break, the footage feed cuts to ringside where Victor Hades stands in the middle of the ring holding a microphone... As "Bulletproof" by Five Finger Death Punch fades from the P.A. System speakers, a massive ovation from the crowd erupts in boo's and "ASSHOLE!" chants throughout the jam-packed sold-out crowd in the arena... Hades smirks and nods his head circling the ring, carefully twisting the microphone in his fingertips at his side. Sporting a black, snug-fit t-shirt with a design of the World set on fire across the chest and what appear to be Hades' hands beneath it. Stretching down his massive legs a pair of black-striped track pants sways along, as he overlooks the very unfriendly crowd surrounding him... Stopping in the center of the ring, Hades raises his tattoo-sleeved arm and brushes the long, damp strands of his dark hair from his eyes... Lifting the microphone to his lips, as he looks out into the crowd...

Victor Hades-"You know, the longer you ignorant, low-life, scramble-brained, fat and ineffectual people stand out here and continue to antagonize and disrespect me... The longer it is going to take for me to sit out here and get to what I have to say, while I deal with the cesspool that is you people here in Oklahoma City..."

Hades grumbles, glaring around the arena as the people respond with boo's and obscenities...

Victor Hades-"You people disgust me about as much as the homeless, job-less, waste-less scum that is the lowlife living out on the street... Judging by what I've seen tonight, that's about half the population in here... You're all nothing more than the waste that doesn't belong in MY presence; you don't belong anywhere near the greatness you see before you, hell... NONE of you deserve to rot and pollute the same air I breathe! Just like Jesse Nunez, you people don't deserve the chance, the right to be standing within a hundred miles of where I am standing, because not only am I one of the absolute best, but I am very... very... dangerous."

Harvey: "Dangerous indeed."

Chase: "One of the most dangerous in the sport today."

The crowd boo’s at Hades’ remarks, and begins to throw food and objects towards the ring, causing a mass of hysteria...

Victor Hades-"You see, you see! I can get under Jesse's, yours, yours, yours, and even YOUR (turns pointing to the camera lens) skin at any given time! I am just that fucking good at what I do; there is no point in attempting to deny what is true... You people simply despise and hate me because I bring the cold, bloody, and horrifying truth to your eyes... I show you what you don't want to see, what you choose to run and hide from... I showed you just as I showed Jesse Nunez; he is AND always has been NOTHING! The career he once carried that embarked on a short trip to the top before driving off the cliff, which was one hell of a long fall... THOSE DAYS ARE OVER. Jesse Nunez has nothing left, but a scarred and burned up bitch for a wife, a washed-up and rundown career, and an empty baby carriage..."

Chase: "This guy just never quits..."

Hades chuckling under his breath pauses for a moment, brushing the back of his hand against the end of his nose as he looks back to the audience... Continuing to hurl and toss food and empty cups of ice into the ring, as Hades grins callously ear to ear...

Victor Hades-"Jesse, you can come back and give the entire world your upmost performance, you can beg, plead, and cry for all the sympathy in the world... Please realize just ONE small thing, no one gives a damn about how you lost the World title all those years ago, no one cares about your crispy-fried chicken of a wife, and nobody cares about your comatose child buried in the ground... Well, except me because now I got an extra chew-toy for my dog to use as a new bone to play with at home."

Hades laughs.

Harvey: "My god... I think I'm going to be sick."

Chase: "Way ahead of ya-"

Chase can be heard puking in the background of the commentary audio.

Victor Hades-"Aw c'mon now Jesse, after all I gave you your life back... It's only fair I get to keep something in return for "sentimental" value, you know? Because you see, before you took my Five-Hundred-Thousand dollar prize, my Survive and Conquer trophy, and erased it from my life for good... I was busy making a step into the history books while you were stuck on a dirt-nap six-feet underground, I went to war with Shadow and defeated his roid-raging ass, I took on Pence Weatherlight halfway across the world and beat him, while I nearly took his Overdrive Championship in the process which I was robbed of... I put Sabur back in his place at the "Kiddie" table with the rest of the worthless jobbing scum... And you... you're still Jesse Nunez... And you still fucking suck..."

Hades pauses, lowering the microphone as he leans against the turnbuckle glaring into the camera lens while the fans erupt in boo's...

Crowd: "ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!"

Victor Hades-"Oh yeah... Which reminds me, I wanted to recite you a song I wrote just for you Jesse... It goes, a little something like this..."

Chase: "Oh god..."

Hades pauses, as an old familiar child's song melody begins to play over the P.A. System...

Victor Hades: "Jesse and Victoria sitting in therapy, S-U-F-F-E-R-I-N-G, first comes pain, then comes Hades, then there comes no baby in the baby-carraige!"

Harvey: "Oh no... Hades is sick... Not bad for a vocalist though."

Chase: "Are you listening to yourself?!"

Hades, chuckling to himself inside the ring while the aggravated and very unhappy sold-out crowd show their response by flipping Hades the "bird" and continue to toss objects in his direction... Meanwhile, Hades strolls back towards the camera and pulls it close towards his face with a dark grin...

Victor Hades-"That one was for you Mrs. Nunez, oh and Simon Cowell... Eat your bloody- heart out..."

Hades smirks.



Hades' smirk fades.

Chase: "And Jesse Nunez says enough is enough!"

Harvey: "Yes, shut his mouth Jesse!"

Nunez's "Basic Thuganomics Remix" theme blares over the P.A. System as the Oklahoma City fans break into an absolute frenzy, meanwhile Hades mouthing off in the ring stands in a crouched and ready position...

Harvey: "Wait a minute!"

Suddenly Nunez appears sliding into the ring behind Hades, fired-up and appearing very pissed-off as he rips a "Oklahoma Sooner" jersey clean off and taunts Hades from behind aggressively...

Jesse Nunez: "YOU WANT SOME..."

Hades wide-eyed hearing Jesse's words, quickly spins around...

Jesse Nunez: "COME GET SOME!"

Jesse connects with a quick kick... Scooping up Hades and mounts him on his shoulders in the fireman's carry position, before glaring out into the crowd...

Harvey: "Jesse setting Hades up!"

Chase: "Payback time for last week!"

RESURRECTION CONNECTING!

Hades scrambles to his feet howling in pain as he applies a hand to his spin, staggering around before turning to Nunez who cuts him off with a clothesline, followed by another, while Hades gets to his feet Jesse salutes the crowd with a "Thug-Life" pose before turning back to Hades... Who quickly cowers his way out answering back with a sickening Blood-Myst!

Chase: "That's gonna sting."

Hades staggering backwards smiles sadistically as Nunez swings around violently blinded by the blood spit in his eyes, as it appears Nunez is finished, he rips off an armband quickly and uses it to wipe the blood from his eyes...

Hades freezes after rolling out of the ring and stepping onto the security mats...

Harvey: "Run Victor!"

Jesse stands still as a statue glaring a hole through Hades, mouthing some very foul words to Hades before breaking into a dead-sprint... While Hades backpedaling turns and rushes up the ramp, followed closely by Nunez who finally stops at the top of the stage as Hades vanishes behind the curtain...

Chase: "Damn, almost got him..."

Harvey: "Hades and his sick and twisted mind games..."

Nunez shaking his head turns and continues wiping the blood dripping down his face off, and turns to the crowd raising his arms with his traditional pose, as the fans erupt...

WHACK!!

Hades emerges out from behind the curtain, cracking a folded steel-chair across the back of Nunez and sends Nunez toppling to the ground... Slowly strolling out onto the stage with blood dripping from his lucid, cold lips Hades flashes a grin... As the crimson blood drips from his chin Hades holds a fist and the steel chair into the air before tossing the chair aside... Circling Nunez like an animal slowly moving around it's wounded prey, Hades stops and very carefully turns his head peering over his shoulder then back to Nunez slowly...

Chase: "Um, Harvey... I don't like the way this is looking..."

Harvey: "Me either..."

Chase: "You never know what sick and twisted images Hades' has floating around in that mind of his..."

Hades hunching over and grabbing Nunez as he tugs him up to his life-less feet, presses his forehead to Jesse's temple screaming a few words in his ear before turning to the sea of fans... TOSSING JESSE NUNEZ FIFTEEN FEET RIGHT OFF THE STAGE!

Harvey: "WHAT THE-?!"

Chase: "NO!"

Nunez flipping through the air as he sails outward comes plummeting off the stage and crashes through stacked equipment tables and topples over onto wiring and electrical supplies now scattered across the concrete below... Lying motionless as the fans watch in horror and continue to boo Hades off the stage... Who only stands along the edge of the stage with a tilted head posture and a sick smirk growing upon the left side of his face, slowly raising his arms outward as if taking a formal bow as Overdrive fades to commercial...

[President Jeff]

Sabur steps out of the locker room of his new found partner in crime, a person he shares an enemy with, the New Breed Damian Dimitri. These men both have a vested interest in seeing the demise of Michael Lively come to fruition. Sabur turns to walk down the hall as one of the road crew member comes running up to the Irish Hammer.

Roady: Sabur, come quick...your Lil Dick is out.

Sabur: Whoa...what do you mean, my zipper is up, there is no way my Lil...oh crap Lil Dick...what happened?

Roady: Not sure.

The two men run down the hall. As they turn a corner there lies Lil Dick as if he was run over by a truck. A female paramedic is standing over the midget as Sabur shoves his way in the crowd that has gathered.

Sabur: Hurry woman, put your mouth on my Lil Dick...

Female Medic: Excuse me?

Sabur: You have to blow into my Lil Dick to save him...

Lil Dick looks up as the woman glares at Sabur. Just as the female medic turns back toward Lil Dick he plays dead once more.

Female Medic: Looks like he needs mouth to mouth.

The woman pulls her hair back in a pony tail as Sabur begins smiling from ear to ear. The woman bends down placing her lips on Sabur's Lil Dick. She then gives a few deep blows of air to Sabur's Lil Dick. Lil Dick getting very excited because a woman’s lips are placed on him he quickly wraps his arms around the female medic and jams his tongue in her mouth. The woman gets a oral assault from Sabur's Lil Dick as he swabs her throat with his slimy little tongue. She shoves the little man off of her with anger. Lil Dick hits his head on the floor as she stands up. The midget then sticks his tongue out as if he's dead.

Sabur: Look girl you killed him, he needs more!!

The medic frustrated grabs her bag and heads back to the ambulance. Sabur looks down at his Lil Dick laughing as the midget springs to his feet.

Sabur: You alright?

Lil Dick: Yeah now.

Sabur: What’s all this about?

Lil Dick: You know Jason Royce has been calling you out, and last week I gave him the upper decker. Well I guess he wasn't to thrilled with that so he came to give you a message through me.

The Midget turns his face showing the red hand print across his cheek left by Royce.

Sabur: Damn, Royce had enough umpf to do that...who knew...

Lil Dick: Yeah well the jerk off booted me in the head also, that was little harder to deal with. Anyways they called the medics, and when I saw I chick I played it up a bit.

Sabur: I figured...my Lil Dick has a thing for the ladies...alright well lets us prepare to let the so called Legacy know that I heard him loud and clear.

Overdrive goes back to the ring

Harvey: This isn't the first time these two have stepped into a ring together. They are very familiar with one and another.

Chase: Should make for an interesting match up here tonight.

Harvey: And there is the bell.

Jason Royce Vs Chris Cyrus

The Legacy and Cyrus charge forward locking up in the center of the ring. Chris Cyrus clutches a handful of Jason's hair to overtake the power struggle. He backs Royce up to the corner. The ref sneaks in calling for the break. Cyrus lets go and catches a jab right in the mush as he lifts his arms.

Harvey: Ha, Jason Royce got him before he could get the Legacy.

Chase: What??

Harvey: Call the match ok...

Royce charges out of the corner ducking under a wild right from Cyrus and gets around rolling up Chris for the quick pin. The ref barely squeaks out a one count before Cyrus kicks out. Legacy gets to his feet measure the former Xtreme champ for a drop kick. Cyrus swats the mans legs aside and drops a nice elbow in the small of the Legacy's back as he crashes into the mat. Chris follows it up with another, and then locks in a side headlock. He cranks on the hold as Jason Royce tries to power up. The Legacy gets to one foot and a knee as Cyrus then starts to pound out the forehead of his opponent as if he were tenderizing meat. Legacy wincing in pain blocks it out and then nails his tormentor with back body drop. Cyrus smashes the back of his head on the mat and he rolls over clutching at it in pain. Royce crawls to the rope and pulls himself upright. He walks over yanking his opponent upright and irish whips him into the ropes. As Cyrus comes back toward the Legacy Jason spin wheel kicks his opponent. Royce gets up back flips landing into a knee drop on the forehead of Chris Cyrus. He leaps into the air once more and drive an elbow into the chest of the former Xtreme champion. Legacy quickly covers his opponent.

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Jason Royce frustrated walks to the corner and scoots up the turnbuckles backwards keeping an eye on Cyrus. Sitting on the top with his feet resting on the middle rope he motions for the man to rise. Cyrus does just that almost as if it were scripted to do so. Royce stands tall on the middle rope lifting his arms over his head leaps out for a double axe handle smash. Instead he catches a gorgeous drop kick in the face. The Legacy flops backward on the mat after the impact as Cyrus rolls over real fast grabbing both legs for the pin.
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Jason Royce grabs the rope with his right hand.

Chris Cyrus shakes his head in disappointment, almost as if he knew that might happen.

Harvey: Had Cyrus yanked his opponent further out toward the middle of the ring that might have been it.

Chase: A true veteran move there by Royce knowing his ring position at all times.

Cyrus backs up waiting like a vulture to strike. Royce quickly rises, and turns swinging at Cyrus. The former Hardcore Kid ducks under and catches him with the Straight To Hell.

Harvey: Here it goes....

Cyrus quickly lifts Royce who spins in mid air catching the man with a reversal into a DDT. Cyrus's head slams the mat with force as Jason Royce looks to have a sigh of relief leaves his mouth. Jason Royce stands getting his wits together as Cyrus gets up the Legacy wraps his arms around the mans waist. Legacy then powers up with a releases German Suplex. Chris Cyrus back flips landing on his feet. Royce turns around as Cyrus charges forward trying to take the mans head off with a clothesline. Jason ducks which sends Cyrus chest first into the corner. Chris Cyrus turns around just as Jason Royce attempts an enzuguri kick. The Awesome One ducks the kick, waits and nails a nasty spinning neck breaker on his opponent as he gets up from his botched move.

Cyrus drops down for the cover.

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Harvey: These two know each other so well.

Chase: That would explain why so many moves are being missed by each man.

Harvey: Gonna come down to a simple mistake.

Cyrus picks his opponent up hooks the arm and whips him into the air for a standing suplex. Cyrus lets the blood rush to the head of Royce for a moment and then drops him to the mat with fierce impact. The Awesome One floats over with another pin.

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Harvey: Cyrus trying to wear this man down.

Chase: It takes a lot of strength to muster up after a brutal move to kickout.

Harvey: Good strategy by Cyrus here.

The former Xtreme champion stands tall waiting for the Legacy to rise once more. The man does and Cyrus sends him into the ropes with an Irish Whip. The Legacy ducks under a clothesline and keeps going to the rope. Cyrus missed an back up to the rope top get a boost and charges forward with serious intent but Jason stop whipping out his own clothesline that Chris ducks under in a sprint. Both men hit the ropes again rebound off and are heading toward one another. Each man leaps into the air for a shoulder tackle and they collide in the center of the ring. The impact sounded like a car crash as the shoulder smash together. Both men writhing in pain on the mat as the fans are on their feet for the action in the ring. Cyrus stands to one knee as he looks over seeing Jason Royce struggling to get up. The mans right shoulder in tremendous pain he looks as if he is ready to nail the straight to hell with his left. Royce gets upright as Chris Cyrus quickly tries to hook in the Straight To Hell. Jason ducks real fast scooping up his opponent and within a split second he nails the GTS. Royce hooks both legs of Cyrus

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Your Winner: Jason Royce

Jason stands up proud of his victory as his music begins to play. Just then his attention as is everyone in the arenas is drawn to the tron as his music is stopped abruptly accompanied by the scratching of a needle as if a record was removed from a turn table. The pulsing music of Mickey Avalon begins to blare through out the loud speakers.

"My Dick...cost a late night fee, your Dick gots the H.I.V., My Dick plays on a double feature screen, your Dick went straight to DVD."

The fans erupt with excitement as the image of Sabur's Lil Dick stands as tall as a Russian midget can at the top of the ramp. Full of rage Jason Royce stands up looks toward the midget with serious anger. The little fellow not backing down tears off his button up shirt revealing a superman symbol on his chest. The fans burst into laughter.

Harvey: So he's a Super Dick...

Chase: Faster then a speeding bullet, able to penetrate lead, he is Super Dick.

The midget then sprints toward the ring with that bow legged run that midgets pull off. Jason Royce backs up and prepares for the little bastard as he slides into the ring. The midget walks toward the Legacy as he just glares downward at the short man with a look of doing serious harm. Lil Dick then lifts his arms up and hoists one leg in the air performing the crane from Karate Kid. Royce looks puzzled and chuckles a bit until Lil Dick lunges forward whipping the kick towards his crotch region. The Legacy's eyes bulge as the kick narrowly misses his jewels he backs up bumping into a solid mass of humanity. As the man gulps he turns around to see the large frame of Sabur standing in the ring behind him. Sabur explodes forward with a Lager Liner clothesline that spins Royce inside out. Sabur picks the man up hoists him on his shoulders and whips him around violently with a House of Pain. Jason hits the mat crumbling into a lifeless pile of skin after that intense move. The Irish Hammer then slams his fist into his chest like a rabid beast proud of the damage he has just caused. His Lil Dick bends over and slaps the Legacy across the cheek.

Harvey: Jason Royce just got slapped by Sabur's Lil Dick!!!

Chase: WHOA...did you hear yourself?

Harvey: Sabur's Lil Dick just slapped the cheek of Jason Royce how about that?

Chase: I think no matter how you word it will sound bad.

Harvey: A pink Russian midget named Richard, or Dick for short just assaulted Jason Royce...there!

Chase: Screw he just got bitch clapped by a Lil Dick!!!! HAHAHAHA!!!!

Overdrive goes to commercial

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes back from commercial

Chase: Welcome back folks, before we get to our main event, we want to take the time to talk about the APW Hall of Fame

Harvey: Last year we inducted 3 men who made a huge name for themselves in this business. We inducted Alternativ, Razor Ryan and Matt Metal.

Chase: A Tradition began last year with 3 guys being inducted into the APW Hall of Fame and this year, we will do it again.

Harvey: And at this time, We like to introduce the first Inductee into the APW 2010 Hall of Fame





The cameras go back to the ring where Nicky Paige is standing

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is your APW Overdrive Main Event!

“Spaceman,” by The Killers, hits the speakers as the arena lights fade to a dim blue. Bright blue laser lights and spot lights dance about the arena as Biggs and Ellie make their entrance to a chorus of boos. Biggs has a pensive look on his face, while Ellie appears to be terrified. They both lack the normal dance in their step as they make their way down the ramp.

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

Harvey: Biggs doesn't have his normal swagger as he makes his way to the ring tonight.

Chase: Would you if you knew that you were facing The Beast! The man is a legitimate monster! Biggs has got to be worried here tonight that he might not even make it to the tag match at RassleMania!

As they reach the ring, Biggs holds the ropes open for his fiance before sling-shooting himself over the ropes. Ellie gives him a peck on the cheek before removing his ring jacket and shades and giving him a long embrace as the lights come back on.

Chase: She may be kissing her man goodbye considering his opponent tonight!

At this point, the arena lights turn red and dimmu borgir's “For the World to Dictate Our Deaths” hits the speakers and flames burst from stage, and the fans cheer wildly as The Beast steps through the wall of flames. Biggs and Ellie look incredibly nervous as he slowly makes his way down the ramp.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 475 pounds, from Indianapolis, Indiana, The Beast!

Harvey: Just look at the expression on The Beast's face. He looks almost like he's envisioning what he's going to do to Biggs!

Chase: It's just scary, the stoic look on his face, almost emotionless. Biggs is screwed!

The Beast reaches the ring and steps up onto the apron before stepping in over the top rope. Biggs reaches out to the timekeeper for a mic. The Beast walks to the center of the ring, and raises his fist in the air, prompting flames to shoot out of the posts. As his music fades and the lights come back on, Biggs begins to speak.

Biggs: Beast, don't be rash here! Whatever President Jeff is paying you, I can triple it! And furthermore, once Cyrus and I beat President Jeff and gain full control of Overdrive, I can give you whatever you want! If you want a shot at Level-One's Heavyweight Championship, I can give it to you! Imagine it, Beast, anything you want! Just name your price...

At this point, The Beast grabs Biggs around the throat, and hoists him up for a Chokeslam! The Beast drills Biggs into the mat, and the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Harvey: I think The Beast just gave Biggs his answer!

Biggs vs. The Beast

The Beast wraps both of his hands around the throat of Biggs and pulls him up to his feet. He then proceeds to pummel Biggs, holding him up with one hand while punching him with the other. The fans cheer with each blow, and the cheers grow even louder as The Beast whips Biggs to the far corner. He gets a running start, and looks to squash Biggs, but the Spaceman gets out of the way just in time, causing The Beast to crash right into the corner! Biggs catches his breath a bit before giving his opponent some stiff Calf Kicks before running towards the ropes and bounding off to nail The Beast with a Flying Forearm! The Beast doesn't leave his feet, so Biggs goes for it again, hitting the big man once more with a Flying Forearm! Again, The Beast remains standing, so Biggs grabs a hold of his massive arm, trying to wrench it behind his head, but The Beast yanks Biggs in for a brutal Clothesline! Biggs is knocked silly by the blow, and Ellie is extremely upset on the outside, screaming at the Beast to relent!

Chase: Biggs is in a bad spot here! The Beast is just so much larger and more powerful than Biggs that anything Biggs tries to do seemingly has no effect!

Harvey: If you ask me, it serves Biggs right considering his actions as of late!

Chase: Well I didn't ask you, now did I?

Biggs is slightly dazed as The Beast pulls him up and tosses him into the nearest corner, punching Biggs in the face a couple of times before elbowing him hard in the side of the head, causing Biggs to fall to a seated position. The big man than takes his boot, and gives Biggs a punishing Face Wash, driving the bottom of his boot across the face of Biggs multiple times! The Beast than runs towards the opposite ropes, causing the ring to shake with each step, nailing Biggs with a Running Face Wash! Biggs is bleeding from the mouth as The Beast pulls him out of the corner and hoists him upon his shoulders!

Chase: This is just sick! The Beast is just toying with Biggs now! He hasn't gone for a single cover yet!

Harvey: Darn right he is! The Beast has been able to have his way with Biggs so far in this match, and I'm sure he'll be able to do that same at RassleMania! President Jeff sure picked himself quite the partner!

Chase: At this rate, Biggs might not even make it to RassleMania!

The Beast parades around the ring with Biggs on his shoulders, showing his overwhelming strength. The Beast then lifts Biggs up into a Gorilla Press position, and walks near the ropes! Ellie is on the outside screaming in horror as The Beast presses Biggs up again and again, with the crowd counting along, “1! 2! 3! 4! 5!” On the fifth one, The Beast gets caught showboating too much, and Biggs squirms out of the hold, dropping behind the Beast and delivering a Drop Kick right between the shoulder blades that sends the Beast staggering into the ropes! As The Beast is propped up on the top rope, Biggs runs to the opposite ropes, and upon reaching the Beast, bounds over the ropes, grabbing The Beast's head, and driving his throat right into the top rope as Biggs lands on the apron! This finally gets the Beast off of his feet, and Biggs immediately follows up with a Flipping Leg Drop! Biggs goes for a quick cover, 1
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Chase: This is exactly the strategy Biggs needs to use! Keep the Beast grounded, keep on the pressure, and keep on annoying him until he makes a mistake!

Harvey: I'll agree with you that Biggs is annoying!

Chase: Hey!

In the ring, Biggs keeps up the pressure, grabbing a hold of The Beast's head, and pulling back into a Camel Clutch! As he works to keep the big man on the mat, Biggs yells to Ellie to remove the turnbuckle pad from the near corner! Ellie obliges, but the ref goes to stop her, telling her to get back down to the ringside area. While the ref is distracted by Ellie, Chris Cyrus comes running down the ramp, and hops up onto the apron, removing the opposite turnbuckle cover! Once Ellie sees that Cyrus is done, she pops back down to the floor, allowing the ref to turn his attention back to Biggs and The Beast. Biggs gives The Beast a few Forearm Crossfaces as he maintains the hold, but after the third shot, The Beast seems to be enraged, and slides his arms off of Biggs' knees, pushing himself up with Biggs still on his back! Biggs has the wherewithal to let go and slide off as The Beast falls back, trying to squish Biggs, but instead, driving his own back into the mat! Biggs props himself up in the corner with the removed turnbuckle pad, gathering himself and thinking about what he's going to do next. The Beast is up to his feet quickly, or as quickly as a man his size can be, and when he sees Biggs in the corner, he charges like a bull! Biggs sidesteps The Beast, and gives him a Drop Toe Hold right into the exposed turnbuckle, drawing loud boos from the crowd!

Chase: For all his strength, for all his size, The Beast's glaring weakness is that he is quite simply not as smart as Biggs! Ever since Biggs took control of this match, it's been because of his brains, not his brawn!

Harvey: Biggs is having to cheat to maintain control. That's hardly smart, seems more desperate to me!

Chase: We can debate this all we want, it doesn't change the fact that Biggs is getting the better of The Beast right now!

Ellie and Cyrus cheer Biggs on from the outside as Spaceman motions for The Beast to get up. The big lug lumbers up to his feet, and Biggs grabs him by the head, running up the ropes to go for the Bigg Time! However, The Beast counters, tossing Biggs right over the ropes and out to the floor as he's in mid-move! The fans cheer loudly as The Beast follows his prey to the arena floor, pulling Biggs up and bouncing his head off the steel steps before rolling him back into the ring. Cyrus is inching his way towards The Beast, but The Beast sees him out of the corner of his eye, and turns around to face Cyrus, daring him to come closer. This gives Ellie the opportunity to pull an electrified cattle prod out of her jacket and slide it in to Biggs! The crowd boos loudly as she feigns innocence and Cyrus backs away from The Beast! The Beast then steps back upon to the apron, and then back into the ring, reaching down with his massive hands to grab his opponent. As he does, Biggs jabs the cattle prod into his chest, and hits the button, shocking The Beast, and drawing the disqualification! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: The Beast

Harvey: Biggs is treating The Beast like an animal, shocking him with that cattle prod!

Chase: Well that's what The Beast is, an animal!

Biggs continues to shock The Beast with the cattle prod, bringing the big man down to his knees before Cyrus slides into the ring with a steel chair in hand! At this point, President Jeff comes running down the ramp, and enters the ring, trying to grab the chair from Cyrus! Biggs keeps the cattle prod pressed against The Beast's chest, electrocuting him as the other two men struggle over the chair. Ellie has entered the ring at this point, and gives Jeff a low blow from behind, driving her forearm into his jollies! This gives Cyrus the chance to take control of the chair and level President Jeff with it! As Jeff is laid out, Ellie digs her heels into his chest while Cyrus turns his attention to The Beast, who still isn't down, despite being shocked for the better part of a minute by now! The Beast is howling in pain as Cyrus creams him in the back of the head repeatedly with the steel chair, and Biggs finally removes the cattle prod from his chest as The Beast falls to the mat!

Harvey: This is an old fashioned mugging! Biggs didn't come out here to defeat The Beast here tonight!

Chase: No he didn't, but he's showing his brilliance by not focusing on picking up the win, but rather on injuring The Beast!

Biggs tosses Ellie the cattle prod and directs her to pull Jeff up to a seated position, holding it to his throat. Biggs and Cyrus then work together, stomping The Beast a bit before wrapping the steel chair around his ankle! The boos grow louder and more venomous as Biggs makes his way to the top rope, leaping off and performing a Double Foot Stomp on the chair, shattering The Beast's ankle! The cries of pain and agony from The Beast are horrifying as Cyrus walks over and grabs the cattle prod from Ellie, taking position behind President Jeff and holding it to his throat. Ellie slaps Jeff a couple of times to make sure that he's awake to see Biggs climb up the ropes a second time and deliver another Double Foot Stomp from the top rope to the chair wrapped around The Beast's ankle!

Harvey: This is just sick! Somebody needs to stop this!

Chase: This is awesome! I don't care how big you are, if you have your wheel taken out, there's no way that you can compete in a match! Considering how big The Beast is, how much weight normally goes on that ankle, there's no way that he'll be able to walk, let alone fight at RassleMania!

Biggs has an arrogant look on his face as he calls for the mic, getting down to one knee right in front of Jeff's face.

Biggs: You see that, Jeff!? You see that!? Just like that, you lost your partner for RassleMania! You thought you were so slick, so clever to get The Beast in your corner for the big event, that with him by your side, there'd be no way that you would lose control of Overdrive to The Axis! You're wrong, Jeff! You're wrong! The Axis of Awesome always has a contingency plan, and you saw it here tonight! We took out The Beast! We destroyed The Beast!

Biggs pauses to catch his breath a bit as Cyrus has a sick grin on his face, still holding the cattle prod at Jeff's throat.

Biggs: Now you see, Jeff, just how important the controlling power of Overdrive is to us. We were willing to end a man's career to gain it, and anybody you can find to help you, we guarantee the same will happen to them. We dare you to find another partner, we dare you to find somebody who will subject themselves to the brutality that you just witnessed. Good luck on that one...

At this point, Biggs slams the mic into the face of President Jeff, and Cyrus lets him fall to the mat. Biggs motions for Cyrus to pull Jeff up as he mounts the top turnbuckle, and Cyrus obliges, giving Jeff the Straight to Hell, followed up by a UFO Frog Splash from Biggs! The crowd is at near riot levels as Muse's “Uprising” begins to play, and The Axis of Awesome coldly exits the ring, leaving President Jeff and The Beast laying in the ring.

Harvey: What a heinous, heinous attack by The Axis of Awesome here tonight! We may have seen the end of The Beast's career here in APW, and they've left President Jeff out cold in the ring! We need to get some paramedics down here!

Chase: President Jeff learned the hard way that you don't mess with the Axis, as they always have a plan! And tonight, their plan played out to perfection!

Harvey: I have no idea who would want to be Jeff's partner after what we just witnessed here tonight! I hope somebody is brave enough to step up and help him, but I just don't see who'd be willing to subject themselves to this kind of punishment.

Chase: Let's face it, President Jeff is screwed! His match at RassleMania against the Axis for control of Overdrive now appears to be a Handicap Match! I love it!

The Axis of Awesome beam with pride on the stage as Ellie raises the arms of both men triumphantly. The Axis disappears backstage as EMTs rush down the ramp to aid President Jeff and The Beast as Overdrive goes to commercial

[President Jeff]

Backstage, the APW world heavyweight champion and Pence Weather light stand just inches away from each-other as they engage in what feels like a never-ending stare down. Pence smiles, before rolling off the large shoulder of Level-One passing him by. The APW world champion flows with the cocky push and watches Pence Weatherlight as he walks down the hallway, not even bothering to look back at the APW world champion. Pence, raises his hand and extends the middle finger, which further enrages the champion.

Level-One clutches his world heavyweight championship and sets his eyes on Pence Weatherlight, who wouldn't see the sneak attack coming. However, something catches his eye. The locker room Pence had emerged from was Madok's Mortalis. A grin crosses the face of the APW world champion as he confidently, throws the championship over his shoulder and sets his eyes on Pence's associate.

Tugging on the door knob, he enters the locker room of Madok's who is quick to spring to his feet and pounce on the world heavyweight champion who holds him back with an open hand to the chest.

Level-One: You don't want to do anything stupid right, now. As far as I'm concerned me and you are in the exact same boat around here and you can bet I'm feeling sea sick.

Madok: What the hell do you want, Level?

Level-One removes his hand from Madok's chest, trying to disintegrate the tension between the two of them.

Level-One: It's real simple. Two weeks ago, I was laid out by some crazed masked man running around here with no ID. And you? You came out to help me and you were laid out quicker than I was and I didn't even see him coming.

Madok begs to differ as he nods his head back and forth pointing at the APW world champion.

Madok: You think I was out there to help you? You've lost your mind. I was out there because I had a beef to settle with the masked man. Truth be told, I could care less about you. In fact, I could have even stopped him earlier if I wanted too.

Level-One sighs clearly disappointed by the response he had just heard. Glancing down at his APW world championship, he snarls at Madok.

Level-One: It's a shame your too stupid to understand. It's a shame your too stupid to understand that together we would've taken care of that masked man and we'd both be standing above that coward. It's clear to me though, you simply don't have a mind of your own.

Madok: Mind of my own? Funny, because I'm thinking I kick your face in right about now.

Level-One grins.

Level-One: It's real simple, Madok. We can come together and expose this masked man or we can stand across from each-other as enemies and fall together when hit by the same blow. I don't know about you but it seems pretty simple to me, how about you?''

Madok stares a whole through Level-One. It's clear, he's thinking about making a deal with the devil—but he wasn't sure if it was the right decision. After all, the history of Level-One had proven that he couldn't be trusted and it was only a matter of time before he'd turn his back on you.

Madok: ...and after this thing between me, you, and the masked man is done and over with, my association with you becomes a memory?

Level-One: A distant memory. I don't want anything to do you with you much like you do me; but it's clear we don't have much of a choice now, do we?

Madok thought about it. At least, Level-One was being honest. He couldn't help but give in, after all, there was much to gain from it in the end and he knew it. He extended a hand to Level-One who looked down at it and snarled.

Level-One: You think it's that easy, kid?

Madok's eyebrows shot up in confusion as the world champion seemingly waived off his own offer of an alliance.

Level-One: See, kid, I'm going to say shit you really won't like to hear. I am going to do things, you really won't like—but you'll have to get used to it if your going to stand alongside me for even a second. Your little friend, your little long time associate Pence Weatherlight... well, let's just say he is up to no good.

Madok: Pence? What is wrong with Pence?

Level-One: You mean, you haven't realized it yet? It's clear he's behind the masked man. Think about it. You and me, laid out in the same ring—he's doing away, with his entire identity, he's trying to become a new man. What better way to deal with it by taking out his number one rival and his best friend in the process?

Madok was certain Pence Weatherlight had nothing to do with it and couldn't sit back and not stick up for his long time friend.

Madok: You have it all wrong. Pence is a good friend of mine and I don't know where you get off trying to insinuate he's behind all this.

Level-One cockily laughs Madok's statements off.

Level-One: You really think Pence Weatherlight cares about you? He's out for himself and deep down you know this. Besides, you think it was just a technical difficulty that his music played after my match last week? He's behind it and everyone but YOU is willing to acknowledge it. So, if you aren't willing to stand with me knowing this... then we'll both fall together, you spineless...

Level-One stops in his tracks realizing Madok's hand is still reached out for a hand shake. A grin crosses the champions face as he nods his head confidently up and down, backpedalling towards the door.

Level-One: I don't have any hand sanitizer with me, so you can keep your filthy hand. You can bet that we have ourselves a deal, though...

Level-One slams the door behind him leaving Madok in his locker room, alone—leaving Madok to think about the events that had just transpired.

Overdrive goes off the air