Overdrive - Little Rock, Arkansas (03/04/10)

[President Jeff]

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

Chase: Welcome everyone to Thursday Night Overdrive

Harvey: Folks, we are just 24 days away from Rasslemania VI and Rassleamaina is shaping up to be the BEST event ever.

Chase: Tonight, We will finally find out who the masked man is. Any picks Darren?

Harvey: It could be anyone, but I’m gonna throw out a wild guess and say Doctor Phate

Chase: I highly doubt it. I’ll guess and say, Slade Craven.

Harvey: Rasslemania is in his backyard of Texas.

Chase: Also tonight folks, we will find out the 2nd entrant into this years APW Hal of Fame

Harvey: Last week we learned that Dr. Matt would get inducted. Can’t wait to find out who else will join him.

Chase: And in our main event tonight, in a non title match, current APW Heavyweight Champ faces off a former APW Heavyweight Champ, Sabur.

Harvey: I expect a hard hitting match in this one.

Chase: Lets not waste anymore time and get to the ring for the opening contest.

Harvey: Jesse Nunez takes on Streets Wilson

Chase: I don’t know how Jesse is going to compete tonight especially how Victor Hades threw him off the Stage last week.

Harvey: Jesse is a fighter, he never quits.

Chase: Lets see how he does tonight.

Jesse Nunez Vs Streets Wilson

The bell rings and with Jesse still feeling the effects from last week, Streets charges at him and Jesse covers up in the corner while Streets attacks him. The ref gets Streets off Jesse and Streets moves the ref and grabs Jesse, pulling him out of the corner and drops him with a European uppercut and Jesse goes down. Streets poses for the fans as they boo him. As Jesse is struggling to get up, Streets, with his foot, pushes Jesse’s head. Jesse falls to the mat. Streets slaps Jesse in the back of the head a few times and then picks Jesse up. Streets goes to throw Jesse into the ropes, but Jesse reverses it and pulls Streets in and lifts him up in a firemans carry. Streets is kicking his legs trying to get out of it and Jesse gives him the Resurrection. The fans cheer as Jesse makes the cover
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Winner: Jesse Nunez

Chase: Wow, Jesse fought through his injuries to beat Streets here tonight

Harvey: Streets acted a little too cocky

The ref raises Jesse’s hand and Jesse signals for a microphone.

Jesse: I got something to say. And Before I say it, I want to call out VICTOR HADES. HADES GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE!

Jesse waits and looks at the entrance ramp. And just then, The silence 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. Followed just seconds later by the pounding beats of "Bulletproof" by Five Finger Death Punch, as it blares across the helpless PA system. Victor Hades walks out onto the stage, with a microphone of his own in his hand.

Hades: I thought I took care of you last week.

Jesse raises the mic back to his lips

Jesse: Last week Hades. You crossed the line with me. Last week, when you threw me off that stage, you almost..almost ended my career. But guess what Victor. Let me remind you who I am and what you did. I a Jesse Nunez and you Killed my Unborn Child. And that means, I will not rest until I kill you!

The fans cheer for Jesse

Hades: Blah Blah Blah Jesse. Yah, you want to kill me, I like to see you try. The thing with you Jesse, you’re a lot of talk. I know you don’t have it in you to kill me. Your too nice of a guy Jesse. The fact is that, killing your unborn child, I did you a favor. You should be thanking me

The fans quickly begin booing Hades for his tasteless comments

Jesse: Thanking you? I should be thanking you? You know what Hades, I sick and tired of you. And that’s why I went to President Jeff earlier today and requested a match.

Hades: Surprise…Surpise

Jesse: It will be you and me and Rasslemania Hades. But it gets better. See, As I was recuperating from being thrown off the stage, I got to thinking. And then it hit me. Hades, At Rasslemania, it will be you and me…IN A SCAFFOLD MATCH!

The fans cheer in excitement

Chase: A first for APW.

Jesse: And Hades, At Rasslemania, when we’re at the top of that Scaffold, believe me, I will kill you by sending you to hell when I throw your sorry ass off the Scaffold!

Jesse Drops the mic as his music plays

Chase: Someone’s career is going to end in that match, I can feel it

Harvey: APW’s first Scaffold match.

Jesse and Hades staring each other down and The camera's cut backstage where Assassin is streatching for his match and Vic Diaz walks up to him

Vic: I don't know who the hell you think you are, going out there last week and announcing that you would face the loser between Damian and I at Rasslemania.

Assassin: I..

Vic: Shut up. You don't make matches around here. And I don't have to agree to fight you. I have bigger plans. That Overdrive Title, Mark has no opponent, and since I was screwed out of one title shot at Rasslemania, I'm gonna find a way to get another. So your plans on fighting me at Rasslemania, consider them ruined.

Vic walks off as Assassin looks on and we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

As APW comes back from commercial break the audience in the arena and the people watching at home are in disbelief to see an IWC logo on the screen of the titan tron.

Harvey: What the hell is this?

Chase: I'm not sure, it said we had a segment coming up, but this is a true shocker.

The ripping sounds of a chainsaw begin to blare as the logo explodes and you are now focused in on the image of the one and only Michael Lively standing backstage. The Xtreme championship dangling from his waist band, and that signature smug look written on his face as he simply glares into the camera pointed his direction. The arrogant bastard's upper body bares a skin tight muscle shirt with the IWC letters silk screen on the chest. The fans in the arena begin rumbling with anger at the mere sight of the self proclaimed savior of wrestling, which makes the corners of Lively's mouth raise to a partial smirk.

Harvey: What is this jerk doing wearing that shirt?

Chase: Deja vu Harv...it was this time last year when the...

Harvey: I know.

The self loving, arrogant, ego maniac otherwise known as the Xtreme champion removes his sunglasses and places them on the back of his head.

Lively: Some of you are in shock as we speak, I mean to see such perfection before you is breath taking, but others are in a pure fit basically over the shirt that I'm wearing and the IWC logo that proceeded this message I bring forth. Let me stop you all in your tracks, this isn't what you think. You see this time it's the APW that is bringing the IWC to you, hell they have been doing it for quite some time.

Lively pauses for a moment as the fans seem shocked by his words.

Lively: That’s right Irresponsible With Championships, the APW has been that way since the very beginning.

Harvey: What is he talking about? IWC, this guy can't be serious.

Chase: I can't stand this guy!!

Lively: Let us look back, the APW was Irresponsible With Championships when they crowned that joke of a hack wrestler John Green as it's first world champion. They also were Irresponsible With the Overdrive title until I stepped up and made it something worthwhile. Now look at the belt, it has no owner, and when two people were named to be contenders one of them quit. Action Packed Wrestling has been Irresponsible With Championships it's entire history. Take the tag titles, it was Irresponsible to bring about a tag team titles when you barely even had a tag team division. Now take a hard long look at the belt I hold, it was under the rule of a guy who thought he could simply drop kick his way through people and claim that was Xtreme. An Irresponsible direction for an Xtreme title division in my opinion.

The fans begin boo'ing Michael Lively, and his nonsense that he is spews.

Lively: You see the most responsible thing ever done by this company was naming me the number one contender for that title. I rescued this belt...I saved...

Harvey: Yeah, yeah we have heard this a hundred times already.

Chase: This guy is so full of himself.

Lively: So just when the Xtreme division gets an ounce of credibility back, a slice of dignity what does the management of APW decide to do...bring about their IWC once more. Damian Dimitri has just been crowned the number one contender to my Xtreme title. Prior to last week this fresh fish was 0-2 in Action Packed Wrestling. I mean I just don't understand the logic management was using to come up with him or Vic Diaz as number one contenders in the first place. Using that same ass backwards logic Jimmy Jazz should have a world title shot here tonight because he said he was the very best in the business, or perhaps since Jason Royce has decided to hang up his career of constant losing, he should be dubbed the Overdrive champion since we have no one to hold the belt...it's Irresponsibility With Championships and now I have become a victim of the IWC once more.

The fans begin cheering for the new comer Damian Dimitri by chanting Buzz-Saw!!! Lively backstage pays no mind to the rumblings echoing off the walls.

Lively: So I have taken charge of this new IWC, and with the attitude of being Irresponsible With Championships I will find myself a new number one contender here this evening. I might guess a number between 1 and 50, and who ever comes closet will be the new number one contender for my title, or perhaps I will cut up some straws and have a public meeting backstage to see who pulls the shortest one. One thing is for certain we will have a new number one contender here tonight, thanks to the JESUS.

Lively then strikes the I am JESUS pose back stage as the image ruins the attitudes of all who see it on the tron in the arena.

Harvey: I think he lost his mind?

Chase: Well, logically speaking he makes somewhat of a good point with the whole Damian Dimitri jumping the line thing.

Harvey: I guess!

Chase: Well, lets go to the ring for our next match.

Jimmy Jazz Vs Jim Steel W/ Mark Moment

The bell rings and both men lock up and Steel uses his power and throws Jazz to the mat. Jazz gets up and runs at Steel, dropkicking the big man in the leg and then grabs his head and DDT’s him. Jazz goes for a cover
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Jim powers out, throwing Jazz off. Jim Steel gets up and then so does Jimmy Jazz and Jazz runs at Steel, jumping at him, but Jim catches Jazz in a bear hug, but runs to the corner, crushing Jimmy Jazz in the corner.

Chase: Jim Steel, he has so much power that you need to hit and run against him.

Harvey: Well Jimmy Jazz defeated Jim two weeks ago, so he knows what he has to do to win

Jim gets knee’s in on Jazz before throwing him into the opposite corner. Jazz hit’s the corner and bounces out, falling to the mat. Jazz sits himself against the corner and as Jim Steel approached him, Jazz grabs Jim by the front of the tights and pulls him into the turnbuckle. Jazz leans over the ropes and spits right in Mark Moments face

Chase: Now what was the point of that?

Jazz brings Steel to the middle rope and begins choking him. With Jim leaning on the rope, Jimmy Jazz runs off the opposite rope, jumps and lands on the back of Steel, further pushing his throat into the ropes. Jazz pulls Steel off the ropes and lays him on the mat as he makes the cover
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Jimmy Jazz climbs to the top rope and waits for Jim to get to his feet. He does and Jimmy leaps off with a cross body, but Jim catches him and gives him a running shoulder breaker. Jim covers
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Jim waits for Jimmy to get up and as soon as he does, Jim Steel runs and nails Jazz with a massive spear. Jim then grabs Jimmy with the Dreadlock submission (Camel Clutch/Chicken Wing Combo Submission). Jimmy tries fighting it but is quick to just submit

Winner: Jim Steel

Just then, the crowd begins to boo as Vic Diaz runs down to the ring and he begins attacking Mark Moment from behind. Vic takes Mark and spears him into the side of the ring. Jim Steel gets out of the ring and starts attacking Vic.

Chase: What is Vic doing out here?

Harvey: This must be what Vic was talking about earlier.

With Jim attacking Diaz and Diaz fighting back, Assassin runs down to the ring and starts attacking Diaz.

Chase: Assassin wanted Diaz at Rasslemania, but Diaz said he had other plans.

In the ring, Jimmy Jazz is back on his feet and climbs the top rope. With Mark, Jim, Assassin and Diaz on their feet, Jazz leaps off the ropes and lands on the 4 men and everyone does down. Everyone begins brawling with one another, except Mark and Jim.

Chase: We need someone to break all this up here.

Harvey: This has gotten out of hand

With everyone still brawling, Raining Blood by Slayer begins to play over the PA System and out comes President Jeff with a microphone, he watches these guys fight before putting an end to it.

Jeff: HEY! Break it up! NOW!

Everyone backs off one another, but not bringing their guard down.

Jeff: You know, for the past week, I’ve been racking my brain around the Overdrive Title situation. I thought I had it all figured out. Mark, you we’re going to fight Draven for the Overdrive Title, but Draven, being as stupid as he is and got himself released from APW, it left a small hole in the Rasslemania card. And then when I saw that Assassin wanted Vic Diaz at Rasslemania, But Vic wanted Mark, in what I’m assuming in getting into the Overdrive title picture. And then there’s Jimmy Jazz and Jim Steel, two guys that’s impressed me in the recent weeks. And now we just signed a few new guys this week. And after watching you all beating the crap out of one another, it gave me an idea. Next week on Overdrive, I’m taking everyone who doesn’t have an official match at Rasslemania and putting you all in singles competition where the winners will go on to Rasslemania and fight for the Overdrive Title….IN A LADDER MATCH! Good Luck

Jeff’s music hits and he walks off as the five men seem satisfied about the title opportunity

Chase: Wow, what an announcement and what an opportunity for these men, a chance at the Overdrive Title at Rasslemania.

Harvey: Rasslemania is gonna be a big night for one of these guys or someone else

Chase: Rasslemania just got a little bit better.

Harvey: A Ladder match, this should be fun.

Overdrive goes to commercial.

[President Jeff]

As we come back from commercial once more we see Michael Lively standing in the back hall again with that smirk that makes you want to slap his mother for giving birth to such a jerk off. Behind the JESUS is a tall black curtain.

Lively: Alright folks here we are, the first chance to decide who the NEW number one contender to my Xtreme title, the man to get a shot at glory come Rasstlemania. Using the Irresponsible With Championships philosophy I have devised a new system. If this comes out like I hope this could be the new way all title matches are made here in APW.

Lively then rips the curtain off revealing the Raw Roulette wheel once used by the WWE. The Raw logo is tapped over with duck tape and APW has been spray painted at the top as well as an IWC logo.

Lively: Welcome to the Wheel of JESUS!!! This wheel has the photo of random roster members glued to each position, and when I spin the wheel the arrow will land on the lucky NEW number one contender to my Xtreme title. Sounds radical, but makes as much sense if not more then the current state of which things sit. Enough B.S. lets get to it, erm-hum, Cindy Shannon if you would please.

Just then the backstage interview specialist walks out showing way more skin then she usually does. The form fitting dress with a very deep V-curve leaves not very much to the imagination as she carefully walks over to the Wheel of JESUS!

Lively: Well, don't you look nice Cindy Shannon?

Cindy: I can't believe I'm doing this.

Lively: Alright, Cindy lets pick a NEW contender...give it a whirl darling...spin the WHEEL OF JESUS!!!!

The woman rolls her eyes as she reaches up getting a hold of the wheel. With a nice amount of force she gives it a hefty spin and the flapper begins slapping the pegs making the sound similar to a baseball card rattling through the spokes of a bicycle. Lively strikes the I am JESUS pose waiting for the Wheel of JESUS to slow down so he can see his newly picked opponent.

Harvey: It's slowing down Johnny!

Chase: There it goes...it's stopped on...WHAT!!!













Lively: VIN E LAMBARDO!!! I thought this was a current roster selection...DAMN IT CHUBS!!!

Lively turns toward the camera looking as if steam is about to boil out of his ears. Thinking quick the JESUS snaps into action.

Lively: Well it's obvious that Vin E Lamabardo is no longer a member of the roster, and it would be Irresponsible to offer him the title shot at Rasstlemania, but lets just save him for another time...I mean the poor fellow is probably stuck in the pastor's office of his church polishing the holy candle if you catch my drift. We will be back later with another chance to name a new number one contender to my title using the IWC method!!!

Harvey: Oh brother...this guy is a total douche!!

Chase: Tell me about it.

Harvey: Lets go to the ring for the next match

Assassin Vs Damian Dimitri

The bell rings and the two guys lock up with Assassin locking in a side headlock on Damian. Damian throws Assassin off into the ropes and Assassin comes back and takes Damian down with a shoulder block. Assassin runs off the ropes and Damian jumps to his feet and hip tosses Assassin. Assassin bounces back up to the mat and Damian connects with a dropkick. Assassin hit’s the mat and rolls to the corner where he pulls himself up. Damian rushes over and begins punching Assassin and throws him into the opposite corner, only to have Assassin reverses it, sending Damian hitting the corner. Assassin runs towards Damian, but Damian gets a foot up in Assassin’s face and then runs out of the corner for a clothesline, but Assassin counters with a power slam into a cover
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Chase: Assassin has been on a pretty good roll lately, but Damian is coming off a huge win last week.

Harvey: Damian got himself a Xtreme Title shot at Rasslemania, not bad for a Rookie.

Assassin lifts Damian up and takes him down with a Russian leg sweep and then lifts Damian up and sets him up in the Tree of Woe. Assassin then runs at Damian and goes for a spear, but Damian pulls himself up and Assassin hit’s the ring post with his shoulder. Damian climbs down from the top rope and then grabs Assassin and then gives him the Double Hammer Lock Piledriver. Assassin’s skull bounces off the mat and Damian covers
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Harvey: That was close for Assassin

Chase: I thought Damian had it for sure after that impressive move

Damian picks Assassin up, but Assassin pokes Damian in the eyes and then kicks Damian and plants him with a Brain Buster! Assassin covers
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Assassin pulls Damian to his feet and puts him in the corner and chops him. Assassin then throws Damian into the opposite corner and then runs at Damian and catches him with a clothesline. Assassin grabs Damian’s head for a running bulldog out of the corner, but Damian pushes Assassin off and Assassin hit’s the corner chest first. Assassin stumbles backwards and Damian grabs him and gives him a belly to back suplex. With Assassin down, holding the back of his head, Damian goes out on the ring apron and then springboards in with an elbow drop, but Assassin moves at the last second. Both guys are down

Chase: What a back and forth match between these two

Harvey: This is still anybodies match

The ref counts and gets to 8 and both guys are to their feet. They exchange punches back and forth with Damian getting the upper hand. Damian punches Assassin to the ropes and then throws him into the ropes and gets Assassin with a spinning heel kick. Assassin bounces back up and Damian snap mares him and drops kicks him in the back. He pulls Assassin up, Lifts him on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry and goes for the Full Throttle, but Assassin elbows Damian in the face, and is able to fall behind Damian and Assassin grabs Damian and gives him a Dragon Suplex and bridges.
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Assassin then signals for his finisher, Damian gets up and Assassin kicks him and goes for the Assassination, but Damian grabs Assassin’s arm and twist it and then kicks Assassin in the gut. Damian grabs Assassin and out of no where, nails the Cardiac Arrest. Damian hooks the leg
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Winner: Damian Dimitri

As the bell rings, "The Hybrid" Damian Dimitri climbs to his feet using the ropes and looks out over the cheering crowd. "Ain't No Rest For The Wicked' by Cage The Elephant blasts over the loudspeakers and a slow smile creeps over the battered warrior's lips. He climbs the top rope, wincing from the soreness of his body, and strikes a Blackwell Style Crucifix Pose for an even more passionate reaction from The APW Faithful.

Harvey: And The #1 Contender to Michael Lively's APW Xtreme Championship just picked up his second win in a hard fought victory over Assassin.

Chase: I still don't think he has a chance against The White Lion. Damian Dimitri is way too young and wet behind the ears to dethrone The JESUS.

Assassin gets back up to a vertical base and shakes off the cobwebs, just now realizing that he lost. He hears the music and bursts into a rage, exploding up the turnbuckle currently occupied by The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw, wraps an arm and leg around Dimitri, and just snaps him right off the turnbuckle with a vicious Reverse Russian Legsweep that sends Damian's skull bouncing off the canvas. Assassin stands again as The Hybrid's theme music cuts and the fans start to boo. He curses at the crowd for a moment, only making them boo louder as The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw rolls over onto his stomach, holding the back of his head in pain. Wanting to shut the APW Faithful that once had his back up for good by destroying the hero they prefer, Assassin pounces on the fallen #1 Contender, wrapping him up in a punishing STF. Damian's face twists in pain as he reaches desperately for the ropes but Assassin has him good and truly locked in the middle of the ring with no where to go.

Suddenly, a rather small girl... maybe only 5'3" and barely over 100 lbs hops the guard railing behind them with a worried, furious, and rather fearful look on her face. She searches around for something to save her boyfriend and a slow, sick smile creeps across her lips that creepily resembles Damian's. Back in the ring, the referee is trying to pull Assassin off "The Hybrid" Damian Dimitri but Assassin just roars and cranks harder on Dimitri's neck. The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw struggles to try to reverse the hold but is saved at the zero hour by the small blonde that slides in behind them with a Steel Chair in hand. She brings the weapon down on the top of Assassin's head with all her might, not enough to knock the man out but enough to get him to release the hold. Assassin immediately springs to his feet. The girl drops the chair and starts backpedaling towards a turnbuckle with her hands over her head as the crowd explodes. Why? Because "The Hybrid" Damian Dimitri is back to his feet like a good boyfriend, standing behind Assassin, screaming curses at him and striking another Blackwell Style Crucifix Pose. Assassin hears the cue from the crowd and turns around only to be met with a vicious boot to the gut. The Hybrid then hoists Assassin onto his shoulders and just drills him to the mat with a ring shaking Full Throttle. The crowd cheers louder as the blonde girl smiles and rushes The Barbed Wire Buzzsaw, jumping into his arms and kissing him.

The Hybrid signals for a microphone and brings it to his lips and puts down the beautiful girl at his side, her arms around his waist as he drapes his own arm around her neck. They look into the camera.

Damian: Hey Nikki...

Harvey: Nikki? Is this the girl Damian Dimitri's been talking about lately? The third member of The New Breed?

Nikki looks up at her boyfriend (and savior) with adoring eyes.

Damian: Tell them where we're going next...

He puts the microphone to the girl's lips and that sick smile is back on her pretty face.

Nikki: We're coming for you at Rasslemania, Big Brother... and we're taking your title...

The crowd explodes as "Ain't No Rest For The Wicked" by Cage The Elephant blasts over the loudspeakers once more.

Chase: Wait a minute... Big Brother... Is Damian Dimitri's girlfriend Nikki LIVELY?! THIS is the third member of The New Breed?! What the hell is going on here???

APW Overdrive fades out to commercial

[President Jeff]

Muse's “Uprising” begins to play over the speakers as the arena lights flash alternately blue and orange. The Axis of Awesome enters the arena to loud boos from the crowd, with smug looks on their faces. Biggs and Cyrus are dressed in nice suits, Biggs with a blue tie and Cyrus with a golden tie. Ellie has on a black dress with a green sweater and knee high green boots. They make their way down the ramp coolly and deliberately, soaking in the boos of the crowd as they approach the ring.

Harvey: Oh great! I thought that we might have a reprieve from these jerks, considering that neither Cyrus or Biggs were scheduled for matches tonight!

Chase: You're forgetting that they are the Co-General Managers of Overdrive! There's no way they'd miss tonight's show!

Biggs holds the ropes open for Ellie to let her into the ring, and once she's in, Biggs and Cyrus slingshot themselves into the ring in unison. Chris Cyrus hops up on the near turnbuckle, taunting the fans, as Biggs and Ellie stand in the middle of the ring. Ellie gives her man a peck on the cheek before calling for a mic. The lights come on and the music fades as Cyrus joins Biggs and Ellie in the center of the ring. She waits for the boos to subside a bit before beginning to speak.

Ellie: You can boo us all you want, the fact remains that standing before you in the center of this ring is the single most dominant duo in professional wrestling today, and the soon to be Undisputed Co-General Managers of Overdrive, The Axis of Awesome!

This prompts the crowd to boo even louder. At this point, Biggs motions for Ellie to hand him the mic, while Cyrus signals for the time keeper to hand him one as well. Ellie obliges and Biggs adjusts his shades before speaking.

Biggs: If there were any justice in the world, my beautiful fiance wouldn't have had to qualify our status as Co-General Managers with the prefix “undisputed.” The fact is that while Cyrus and I may officially carry the title of Co-GMs, thus far President Jeff has deemed it necessary to nullify our power at any chance that he gets!

Cyrus: It's like he thinks that we're going to abuse our power or something! Seriously, do we look like the kind of guys that you can't trust?!

Cyrus and Biggs flash cheesy grins in unison, feigning innocence. The crowd boos them mercilessly.

Cyrus: Okay, so maybe we do look like a couple of guys that you cannot trust, but President Jeff hasn't even given us the chance to break his trust! He's pretty much neutered us, and let's face it, the ladies most certainly don't like it when Chris Cyrus is neutered!

Ellie rolls her eyes, disgusted by Cyrus' chauvinistic comment. Biggs has a smirk on his face as he starts to talk.

Biggs: That's why I initially challenged President Jeff to a match at RassleMania for control of Overdrive. But when he decided to change it to a tag match, of course we had no choice to accept. But then he decided that he'd be cute and pick The Beast as his partner, and put me in a one-on-one match with him last week. I'll be honest when I say that The Beast is one of the very few people in this world that I am afraid of. He is quite simply the most destructive force in professional wrestling today. Actually, make that was, because last week, Cyrus and I removed him from the equation, making ourselves the most destructive force in all of wrestling! Roll the footage...

A video of last week's events shows on the big screen:

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!

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!

The fans are in an uproar as the camera then goes back live to the arena, where Biggs and Cyrus have smug grins on their faces.

Harvey: That was hard to watch. What despicable human beings!

Chase: Where you see people who are despicable, I see them as practical! The Beast would have done the same to them if given the chance!

Cyrus: A lot of people have been discounting the Axis of Awesome as of late, saying that our bark is worse than our bite, that we're just a couple of big mouths and nothing more! If last week proved anything, it proved just how dangerous we can be when we set our minds to it! It proved how ruthless we can be, and it proved how serious we are about earning the controlling stake of Overdrive!

Biggs: Exactly. And while some have dismissed our goals as merely being a power grab, that we want to run Overdrive for our own benefit, this couldn't be further from the truth. We want to actually have our powers as Co-GMs for the benefit of Overdrive rather than ourselves. Since he's come back, President Jeff has shown that he lacks the vision and leadership skills necessary to help APW evolve and grow, being content to run things the way he always has, poorly and inefficiently.

Cyrus: Quite poorly and inefficiently, indeed!

Biggs: We showed last week that we were willing to do whatever it takes to help lead APW into a glorious future, one that is innovative and unique, much like ourselves. And now that President Jeff is without a partner at RassleMania, it's only a matter of time before we beat him and take our rightful control of this show. President Jeff would be hard pressed to beat one of us by ourselves, but the both of us, he quite simply has no chance at all.

Cyrus: No chance!

Biggs: Our rise is inevitable, our match a mere formality...

At this point, “Raining Blood,” by Slayer, hits the speakers, and the fans cheer as President Jeff emerges from backstage! All three members of The Axis have annoyed looks on their faces. President Jeff has a mic in hand.

Jeff: So my leadership style is poor and inefficient. Well, that's just your opinions, because last time I checked, I've been running APW for over two years now, and it's going stronger than ever!

Biggs: Because we ran it for a month!

Jeff: Please, don't flatter yourselves! When you two ran Overdrive, it sucked!

The fans cheer loudly at this.

Jeff: You two say that you're willing to do whatever it takes to ensure your power as Co-General Managers, and after the number you did on The Beast and myself last week, I believe you. However, I don't believe that your victory is as inevitable as you think it is!

Cyrus; Sure it is! You don't have a partner. There's no way that you can possibly beat the two of us on your own.

Jeff: You're right about the fact that I probably couldn't beat the two of you on my own, but you're wrong about the fact that I don't have a partner for our match at RassleMania!

“Encore,” by Eminem ft. Dr. Dre, hits the speakers, and the fans go wild as Dr. Matt comes from back stage, and gives President Jeff a fist bump before Jeff drops the mic and the two rush down the ramp towards the ring! The music continues to play as Biggs motions for Ellie to leave the ring as he and Cyrus remove their suit coats and ties, readying themselves for their opponents!

Harvey: Can you believe this!? President Jeff has gotten soon to be APW Hall of Famer Dr. Matt to be his partner at RassleMania!

Chase: What a coup! What a surprise! Dr. Matt is as tough as they come! I think I'm more worried about him than I was The Beast!

President Jeff and Dr. Matt reach the ring and slide in under the ropes, popping back up immediately and proceeding to brawl with Biggs and Cyrus, Jeff pairing off with Biggs while Dr. Matt goes after Cyrus! Before long, Jeff and Dr. Matt get the upper hand, with Matt grabbing Cyrus by the belt and scruff of the neck, tossing him unceremoniously to the floor, allowing the two of focus on Biggs! They double team The Spaceman, double Irish Whipping him towards the ropes, and catching him with a Double Clothesline on the rebound! President Jeff goes down to pull Biggs back up, but he gives him a thumb to the eye, and hurriedly crawls to the ropes, slipping out of the ring before Dr. Matt can get a hold of him. “Raining Blood” begins to play again as Jeff and Dr. Matt stand tall in the ring while Biggs, Cyrus, and Ellie make their way back up the ramp, glaring at Jeff and Dr. Matt the whole time. The president and his good friend taunt The Axis from the ring as the fans continue to support them.

Harvey: It looks like President Jeff has the upper hand in this one now! This is going to be a RassleMania moment for sure, seeing President Jeff and Dr. Matt team up! I sure hope they can teach the Axis a lesson!

Chase: This is horrible! This is an outrage!

APW Overdrive goes to a commercial break

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes back on the air. We go backstage where we see President Jeff and Dr. Matt, Fresh from their attack on the Axis.

Matt: Man it felt great to be in that ring and kick some ass.

Jeff: The Perfect Storm, back together again for one night only at Rasslemania

Matt: You know I can’t miss Rasslemania. I got a streak going on at Rasslemania. I’ve wrestled at every one

Jeff: You and I both.

Matt: And I want to thank you for inducting me into the APW Hall of Fame

Jeff: You earned it buddy.

Matt: I just hope I don’t let you down at Rasslemania

Jeff: Listen, Your Doctor Matt. Hardcore as Hell. You got a PH.D in pain. And now, APW Hall of Famer. You’re a legend, your not letting anyone down at Rasslemania.

Matt: The Axis has nothing on the Perfect Storm.

Jeff: Hey listen, I got a few more things to do in my office. How about you get in the limo, go find the best bar in town and I’ll meet you there after the show

Matt: There’s one just down the street from here. Great place, great food.

Jeff: How the hell did you know that so fast.

Matt: I’ve traveled a lot. I know all the best bars around the world.

Jeff: Right. Anyways, I’ll see you later.

The two friends fist bump as the camera cuts away back to Michael Lively

Once more you are brought backstage to the antics of Michael Lively. The man looking ready to announce another one of his ridiculous plots.

Lively: Well folks the Wheel of JESUS didn't go as expected, thanks to a certain fat pudgy cameraman. So I have taken some time to come up with the most innovative, accurate way to name a number one contender possible. I was going to go with a dart board, but that would require a similar method as the wheel did...so instead I have myself an old fashioned Coca Cola bottle here.

Lively cracks the top open on the beverage and pours it into the trash can.

Lively: We are going to spin the bottle. So this is an open call to anybody who thinks they deserve a title shot...step up and form a circle, because right here, right now with a method that has been used in junior high house parties to get dorky dudes kissed, we are going to Spin the Bottle.

With that Lively places the bottle on the ground. He looks around waiting for people to form a circle.

Lively: Hey you...you want a chance to be named the number one contender for my Xtreme title...

Lively points at one of the ring crew. The man shrugs his shoulders and stands by the bottle. As a woman from the costume department hears this she decides she wants to give it a shot as well.

Lively: Thats right folks, you don't have to be good, you don't have to have a winning record, you don't have to earn a thing, all you have to do is step up with the intentions of being a champion even if there is no way possible that you could be one...

"Whats Going On???"

Lively: Joe Martinez...

Michael Lively turns around to see J-Mart standing there.

Lively: Hey I know we have had our differences in the past my fine African American friend, and I know you would love to have a chance at some gold...so stand here in the circle because we are about to determine the real number one contender to my Xtreme title for Mania.

J-Mart smiles huge thinking he has a chance to finally get a shot. Just then Razor Ryan, Marcus Saxton, and a few other blasts from the past arrive to form the circle. Lively is about to spin the bottle when he hears "Wait" blaring down the hall. The circle parts and none other then Fyre Angel comes sprinting on the scene.

Lively: The Fyre Crotched Assassin of the squared circle...wow...this challenge has brought out all the unworthy folks.

Fyre Angel: I was down the street watching you on TV, and figured what the hell...might as well throw my name in the hat.

Lively: There you have it folks...that’s what this is all about...names from the past, people currently employed, guys who set up the ring, and women who sew up the costumes...all trying to get a shot, and with the Irresponsible With Championships attitude that the APW puts to use, any one of these sons of bitches could walk out of here the new number one contender for the Xtreme championship.

With that Lively reaches down and gives the bottle a real rugged spin like only his perfection can offer up. The bottle begins twirling around as the crowd circling the bottle cheers for it to land on them.

Harvey: This has to be the biggest waste of time I have ever seen on television.

Chase: Anything with Lively is a waste.

Harvey: Here we go the bottle is slowing down.

The crowd surrounding the coke bottle gets louder as the thing almost creeps to a stop. The camera pans in to see which way it's pointing, and it is directed right back at the camera.

Lively: There it is folks, the new number one contneder...

The crowd breaks up from around the bottle as they realize it didn't land on them. Lively gets in close to the camera looking deep into the lens.

Lively: Your NEW Number one contender to my Xtreme title is....
















DARREN HARVEY!!!!!

Harvey: What??

Chase: You won Harv...you got a shot at the Xtreme title at Rasstlemania!!! Nice going pal...

Harvey: You idiot, Damian Dimitri is the number one contender...not me. Lively is just playing his stupid games.

Lively: So lets go on down to the ring, and check to see how the NEW number one contender feels about the great honor bestowed upon him this evening.

With that Michael Lively begins walking through the back of the arena. The camera switches to the tron as Lively's music hits the loud speakers along with his entrance video. As the blue lights flicker the JESUS steps out on the ramp greeting his warm welcome of boo's.

Chase: Harv, this is incredible...you have a once in a lifetime shot here pal.

Harvey: I told you Johnny, never mind.

Lively makes his way down the ramp, circles the ring and heads straight for the announcers table. Michael grabs a microphone and asks for Darren Harvey to stand up. The crowd begins clapping for the veteran voice of APW.

Lively: So thanks to the IWC, which is the Irresponsibility With Championships method Darren Harvey you have just received the number one contenders spot for Rasstlemania...how does that make you feel.

Lively puts the microphone in Harvey's faces to hear his response.

Havrey: Well, Michael Lively you know this whole....

Lively yanks the microphone back interrupting the commentator.

Lively: I mean you have no wins in APW, no talent, nothing you have shown anybody watching gives you the right to even be inked to a contract to wrestle inside that ring, yet here you stand the lucky number one contender to my title...it's gotta feel good Harv, it really does.

Havrey: Lively enough games, you have wasted enough time, you can't just go ducking the real number one contender because your scared...and start naming off some new one.

Lively: You are right, it's a game, a simple Lively antic once again. Seriously though Harv, it's all the same. You being worthy of the shot is just about the same as Damian Dimitri. Hell anyone of those jabrones backstage winning a chance to step in the ring for a shot at my precious gold was ridonkulous, and so is the fact that some little fetus, that tugged on Trevor Blackwells balls long enough so he could learn to take a bump. Sit down Harvey...you realize now the JESUS is done with you.

Harvey takes his seat putting back on his head set, while Lively just smiles with the roaring disdain showering his ears.

Lively: The New Breed, the little semen stain is fresh from his mother's teet, can barely hold his head up, yet he thinks he's ready to graduate college. Well he will learn, get schooled by the JESUS. The fact that the APW gave him an undeserved title match means nothing to me, his ass will get shot down like all the rest. I'm gonna bury the last reminisce of the Blackwell legacy, and piss on the grave once I pack that dirt down nice and firm. He might be some new flash in the pan, but I'm the constant flame that cooks all the meals...the Hottest Sh** Going!!!

Lively then strikes the I am JESUS pose for a few brief seconds sending the fans into the defining chant of "FUCK YOU JESUS", this pleases the ears of the Xtreme champion as he makes his way backstage to settle in and watch the rest of tonights show and we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes back on the air with the camera on Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase

Harvey: Welcome back folks. Last week, we announced the first person to be inducted into the APW Hall of Fame, Class of 2010

Chase: Dr. Matt was inducted and right now, we’re going to find out the second induction.








As we head backstage a UPS driver is pushing his dolly cart with a decent sized box on it. The driver stops briefly asking for Jason Royce's locker room. The Legacy who just so happens to be walking by hears his name mentioned.

Royce: You looking for me?

UPS Driver: Yeah got a deliver for ya.

Royce: Sweet I wonder who it's from? I'll take it from here boss you don't need to haul it to my locker room.

UPS Driver: If you'll just sign here.

Royce signs the electronic clipboard of the UPS driver, and the man looks down at his package in wonder. He bends down trying to lift the thing and struggles a bit.

Royce: Damn it's heavy...

The Legacy doesn't see any label on the box, and decides he'll just open it right here and now. He tears into one flap of the box, and then the next. Suddenly like a jack in the box Sabur's Lil Dick pops out waffling the Legacy over the head with a cookie sheet. Jason Royce staggers backward shakes off the assault and looks down at the midget with a fire in his eyes. Lil Dick then grabs a super soaker filled with milk and blasts the Legacy right in the mouth area. Jason Royce begin spitting, and coughing before lunging at the box. Sabur's Lil Dick leaps to freedom, and scampers off with the wrestling mega star quick on his tail.

Their pursuit flies down the hall and around the corner. Lil Dick feeling a bit nervous burst through a door, jumps into the air diving under the first thing he sees which is a desk. A second later Jason Royce storms into the room huffing and puffing with a little milk dripping from his chin. His face looking like he wishes to tear the midget in half, quickly turns to shock. The Legacy swallows his anger briefly as he looks across the room noticing President Jeff sitting at his desk. From the look of the head honcho you can tell he is none too pleased with this distraction wandering into his office. Jeff slides back in his chair.

Jeff: Get the hell out of there!!!

Sabur's Lil Dick climbs out from under Jeff's desk with an ashamed look plastered on his kisser. Jason shoots a glare toward the midget, who simply flips the Legacy the bird. Jeff shakes his head in disgust.

Jeff: I don't know what to do here. I do know this has to stop, the two of you are constantly running around backstage disrupting my program.

Jason Royce: He started it...

Lil Dick just crosses his short arms and looks away after being snitched on.

Jeff: Listen to yourself Jason, you sound like a child. You are coming up on retirement soon, and I don't think you are acting like a long time ring veteran. This midget has you all flapped up.

Sabur's Lil Dick slams his hands on the desk as soon as the horrible "M" words leaves Jeff's mouth. Jeff looks toward the tiny guy nervously.

Jeff: What??

Lil Dick: You said Midget!

Jeff: Yeah, and so did you?

Lil Dick: I can say the "M" words because I am one.

Jeff: Listen, I'm not going to get in some political correctness debate with you Dick. This is what I am going to do. Next week here on Overdrive I am going to ban either of you from coming within 50 feet of each other...

Jason Royce smiles looking at the midget that has tormented him for a few weeks.

Jeff: You will have to stay away from one and another until your match...

Lil Dick looks concerned at the words that just left Jeff's mouth.

Jeff: Thats right next week on Overdrive it's The Legacy Jason Royce, Teaming up with Michael Lively to take on, Damian Dimitri, Sabur's Lil Dick...

Royce claps his hands together in excitement before rubbing them together in a devilish manor obviously thinking of what he plans to do to his rather smaller opponent next week.

Jeff: Oh, and Lil Dick...Sabur will be banned from ringside. You have been stirring the pot for a few weeks, it's time to see if Sabur's Lil Dick can stand on his own. NOW GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!!!

The midget hangs his head in shame after being scolded as Royce looks as if he just received the gold medal at the Olympics. Jeff has a seat at his desk shaking his head at the madness that tends to unfold week after week before his very eyes, I guess that’s wrestling folks.

Overdrive goes to commercial

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes back on the air, ready for the main event

Nicky Paige: The following contest is a non-title match scheduled for one fall, and is your APW Overdrive Main Event!

The lights dim as The Deftones' “My Own Summer” hits. Orange lights flash to the beat of the music, as a shower of red sparks stream down like a water fall. The music picks up, and two large explosions on both sides of the entrance ignite as Sabur strolls through the shower of sparks.

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 297 pounds, from Las Vegas, Nevada, “The Irish Hammer” Sabur!

Harvey: Tonight's main event has a big match feel to it for sure! When you look at the credentials of both competitors involved, one can't help but get the feeling that this match is going to be huge!

Chase: No doubt about it, except for the part about Sabur's Lil Dick! Not that it'll come into play in this match, but still, just thought I'd mention it. Did I tell you that earlier today, I ran into his Lil Dick pitching a tent backstage.

Harvey: That must have been awkward.

Chase: Not really...

The Irish Hammer walks the ramp, slides under the bottom rope, stands in the middle of the ring with one fist raised as red flames shoot up from around the apron of the ring. “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 raiseshis title belt high in the air.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in tonight at 273 pounds, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he is the APW Heavyweight Champion of the World, Level-One!

Harvey: We’re still suppose to find out tonight who this masked man is

Chase: The Mask man has been quiet all night. Who knows when he will strike again.

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 eying 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 ref takes Level-One's title belt, hands it to the time keeper, and calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Level-One vs. Sabur


The two men clash like bulls in the middle of the ring, forcibly tying up in a collar-and-elbow tie up! Level-One uses his strength to push Sabur back a few steps, but the Irish Hammer responds in kind, sending Level-One a few steps back. The fans are firmly behind Sabur, if only because they hate Level-One so much! The two men continue to jockey for position, neither man getting the upper hand! As the two realize they're in a stalemate, both let go and immediately go for Clotheslines, knocking each other down! Both men get to their feet at roughly the same time, though Level-One is a hair quicker, and he grabs Sabur, hitting him with a quick Belly-to-Belly! Level-One runs to the ropes, getting some extra momentum as he bounds off of them, nailing Sabur with a Big Boot to the side of the head as he runs past him! Level-One goes for the cover, but doesn't even get a one count! Level-One then proceeds to mount Sabur, assaulting him with a flurry of fists before floating into a Tri-Angle Choke! The fans are booing loudly as Level-One cinches in the hold!

Harvey: Level-One is trying to end this one early!

Chase: He has the hold locked in tight!

Level-One grits his teeth as he tries to choke out his opponent, but The Irish Hammer will have none of it, trying to turn over to get himself in a better position to escape the hold. Sabur is shaking a bit as he turns Level-One and himself over and powers his way out of the hold! The fans gasp in amazement at the escape!

Chase: What power by Sabur there! Level-One is quite strong himself, but Sabur's just a freak of nature!

Both men get to their feet, and Level-One takes a swing at Sabur, but Sabur blocks it, and shoots in to give Level-One a Belly-to-Belly of his own! As Level-One gets back up, Sabur pulls him in for a T-Bone Suplex, followed with a hard stomp right in the chest! As Level-One gasps for air, this gives Sabur the opportunity to pull hm up by the head, get behind him, and catch Level-One in a Full Nelson before delivering the Irish Car Bomb! Sabur bridges his massive back, pinning Level-One,
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Harvey: Level-One is used to being the bigger man, being able to bully his opponents, but not Sabur!

Chase: Are you saying that our champ can't handle Sabur? Are you implying that Sabur's too big for him? How can you sit there and doubt our champion!? This match is still very young!

Harvey: I'm just saying that Level-One will have to adapt his style in order to win is all.

Chase: And if anyone can, it's him! Don't forget, he's the freakin' APW Champion!

The champ blocks a punch from Sabur as he makes his way to his feet, responding with a couple of hard shots to the gut of Sabur! Once Level-One is up to a vertical base, he gives Sabur a couple more shots to the face before grabbing a hold of his arm and pulling him in for a Flipping Clothesline! The fans are shocked at how much force he just hit Sabur with! On his part, Sabur is slightly winded on the mat, recovering from the force of the clothesline.

Harvey: That is perhaps the absolute hardest clothesline I've ever seen!

Chase: And you were doubting Level-One!

The champ has his usual scowl across his face as he slowly and methodically gives Sabur a stomp to the chest, taking his time between each stomp to let Sabur think about the pain he's to endure with each stomp! The fans spew venomous insults towards Level-One, each one nastier than the last as he continues to toy with Sabur, talking smack to The Irish Hammer between each stomp. On about the sixth stomp, Level-One places both feet on Sabur's chest, and stomps down as hard as he can, causing Sabur to cry out in pain! Level-One then steps off and pulls his larger opponent up to his feet, and whips him to the ropes, nailing him with a Leg Lariat on the way back! Sabur slowly gets back up, and is greeted with another Irish Whip, but this time he reverses it on Level-One, and on the way back, he catches the champ with a Sidewalk Slam! He goes for the cover,
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Harvey: Brutality like that is why they call him the Irish Hammer!

Chase: Level-One is in a very bad spot here, because not only will he have a little bit more trouble breathing, but his eyes will tear up as well, hurting his vision!

Harvey: Not to mention the psychological implications of being busted open by Sabur!

Chase: Please! Level-One isn't just physically tough in that ring, but mentally tough as well! If anything, Sabur has merely pissed him off by bloodying his nose!

Indeed, Level-One is enraged as he reaches up to try and choke Sabur while The Irish Hammer still goes at him with Hammer Fists! Level-One manages to wrap his hands around the throat of Sabur, squeezing as tight as he can! Sabur stops with the Hammer Fists and tries to break Level-One's grip, but is fading as the ref starts the mandatory five count! Level-One naturally releases on four, and shoves Sabur off of him to the side, allowing himself to get to his feet while Sabur coughs on the mat. Level-One then proceeds to the corner, where he removes the top turnbuckle pad, drawing an admonishment from the ref! Level-One tells the ref where to stick it before walking back to his opponent, who is now on all fours, pushing himself back up. Level-One gives Sabur a few stomps to the back before giving him a hard Soccer Kick to the midsection, causing Sabur to fall back down to the mat in pain! As Level-One goes to pull him up, Lil' Dick emerges from beneath the ring and stands on the apron, giving Level-One a vulgar hand sign!

Harvey: Sabur's Lil' Dick is screwing with Level-One!

Chase: That did not sound right in the slightest!

The fans laugh as Lil' Dick stands on the apron, imitating Level-One's familiar scowl while flipping the APW Heavyweight Champion off. Lil' Dick makes the mistake of turning his back to Level-One to appeal to the crowd, which Level-One takes advantage off, getting a running start and punting the midget off of the apron and face first into the guardrail, drawing loud boos from the crowd!

Chase: Look at the hang time on the midget after that kick from Level-One! If he wasn't such an accomplished wrestler, Level-One may have made a great kicker in the NFL!

Harvey: He wasn't too impressed by Sabur's Lil' Dick, I don't think!

As Level-One shouts some loud insults to the downed little person, Sabur has gotten back up to his feet in the ring, and is waiting for Level-One to turn around. As the champ does, he's nailed with a kick to the gut, and Sabur hoists him up onto his shoulders, going for the House of Pain! Sabur pushes Level-One up and twists him around, but Level-One counters, taking Sabur down to the mat with a Tornado DDT! The champ goes for a pin,
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Again Sabur kicks out! Level-One gets to his feet, and signals that this one is almost over, wiping blood from his nose as he motions for Sabur to get up. Once Sabur is up, Level-One comes in to hoist him up, but Sabur shoves him back and shoots in, hooking Level-One in for a viscous Lager-liner! He pulls Level-One up and lifts him up, drilling the champ into the mat with a Running Powerslam! He hooks the leg,
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The champion kicks out! Sabur pulls him up to his feet, giving him a few fists to the face before whipping him towards the exposed turnbuckle! Level-One reverses it, sending Sabur crashing chest first into it with authority! Level-One then pulls his adversary up by the head, ramming his skull off the unforgiving steel again and again, causing Sabur to start to bleed in the process! The ref yells at Level-One to stop, threatening to disqualify him!

Harvey: Level-One's going to get himself DQ'ed if he's not careful here!

Chase: I don't think he cares! Perhaps he's trying to send a message to the masked man!

After a few shots, the ref forces himself between Level-One and Sabur, trying to push Level-One out of the corner to give Sabur some room. Level-One starts jawing with the ref, and while he does, Sabur comes to and shoves the ref aside, giving Level-One a hard kick to the gut and pulling Level-One in to Flapjack him onto the exposed turnbuckle! As Level-One stumbles out of the corner, Sabur lifts him up onto his shoulders again, but Level-One gives him a couple of hard elbows to the side of the head and slides down to his feet. Level-One then gives his adversary a kick to the gut and drags him by the head to the middle of the ring before hooking him up and hitting with he Level-Advance! He hooks the leg,
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DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Level-One!

Chase: Another win for the champion! I got to tell you, this never grows old!

Harvey: I'm sure it doesn't for you, Still, an impressive outing for both men, it's just that Level-One shows again why he's the APW Heavyweight Champion of the World.

Put you on game by Lupe Fiasco ruthlessly attacks the PA system as Level-One retrieves a microphone and his APW world championship from ringside and enters the ring, after his match with Sabur. Seemingly, unscathed from the match, he takes to the center of the ring, with his eyes burning with intensity as he addresses his newest rival.

Level-One: Ladies and gentlemen, women and piglets abroad... we have a situation on our hands. A situation in which some low life idiot has decided to run rampant in a mask with a tendency to attack people with their backs turned. Though, I understand. It's hard fighting face to face. Mono to mono—especially, when you aren't as efficient as I am in this ring...

Level-One cockily flashes a grin as the fans boo. He taunts the crowd by dusting off his shiny APW world championship, and takes his taunts back to the microphone.

Level-One: So, last week I enlisted the help of Madok Mortalis. Since then, the whole world has been asking... why? Madok hasn't done anything spectacular nor is he even established in this sport-- why would a guy like me associate myself with a guy like him? Valid questions. The truth, I believe Madok Mortalis knows things about the masked man, I currently don't. And like any good investigator, I exercise all my leads.

Level-One turns his head to the ramp and points in the direction.

Level-One: And so, I'm all but certain now—who exactly it is behind the mask. Pence... I know it's you! I know you're behind all of this, you little coward! So, the question now is... are you going to come out here? Are you going to come out here, stand right across me and attack me when I DO see you coming? The Masked man... Pence... I dare you, I dare you to come out here, so I can kick your ass all around this damn arena!

As Level One finishes speaking, he violently slams the microphone onto the canvas sending bad feedback over the PA system. "Ultra Mega" by Powerman 5000 hits the PA, and Level One looks up the entrance ramp to see the Masked Man appear at the top of it.

Chase: Looks like Level One is going to find out first hand who the Masked Man is.

Harvey: Doesn't look like the Masked Man is going to give Level One time to gather himself or for that matter going to reveal himself to Level One.

Chase: What the hell is he doing?

The Masked Man doesn't give Level One time to think as he runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, the two begin to exchange blows, and the fans are confused as to who to cheer for. However, Level One gains an advantage, and switches the momentum as he begins to smash his fist into the face of the Masked Man, harder and faster. The Masked Man stops getting any offence in all together as Level One Irish whips the Masked Man into the ropes and then takes him down with a standing drop kick, the Masked Man lays on his back looking up at the rafters.

Level One isn't finished with him.

Harvey: What is Level One doing? He has clearly won the battle of fists with the Masked Man. This is not kosher. Someone put a stop to this!

Chase: No, don't stop this! The Masked Man deserves everything he is getting for the attacks on Level One!

Level One picks the Masked Man up and locks in a Level Advance and nails it. He slams the Masked Man to the mat with such force the ring shakes and the fans are going crazy in anticipation. They too want to know who the Masked Man is and as if reading the fan's minds Level One reaches down to pull of the mask of the Masked Man but he stops, before casually reaching over and grabbing the microphone with his free hand.

Level-One: Pence, I told you I was going to expose you. You weak, fragile, coward. The entire world is going to see you for the little, degenerate bitch you are.

Chase: The moment of truth, Harvey.

Harvey: For about a month, everyone in APW has been on pins and needles wondering who the Masked Man was and now we will all know.

Chase: Just like he said...the truth will be known today.

Level One pulls off the Masked Man's mask and everyone lets out an astonished noise, Level One looks at the man's face, and then takes a step back, clearly confused. Laying on the mat, dazed, and completely out of it is none other than Madok Mortalis!

Harvey: Well I'll be damned!

Chase: I guess Level One was wrong! That has to be a first.

Harvey: I don't think it is a first, but...wow, no one expected Madok Mortalis to be the Masked Man.

Level One straightens up and lifts the microphone to his lips but the fans boo him before he even manages to get a word in. He doesn't care and continues on regardless. He looks at Madok Mortalis with the disgust, eventually though, he smiles... and even begins to laugh.

Level-One: Madok Mortalis? Is this some type of joke? You got me, you got me, you really got me, Madok! Let me ask you something, punk!? What was your entire purpose of this? What was your proposed end-game? All this time, you've been dressing up as the masked man, attempting to lead me off trail rather then manning up, and asking for an opportunity, the entire world really knows you want...

Level-One looks up at the Rasslemania banner and points and smiles.

Level-One: A main-event match with the APW world champion and greatest wrestler you've ever laid your eyes upon. Madok, I would've GLADLY sanctioned your ass kicking come Rasslemania if you would've asked nicely... but now, you've ruined that possibility with this low, grade, publicity stunt. Pathetic...

Level-One crouches to a single knee right by the head of Madok and shakes his head back and forth, clearly disappointed by the revelation. This display of disrespect by Level-One sends the crowd into a booing frenzy.

Chase: I love this guys speeches. He is a great in-ring speaker.

Harvey: Well, I can't agree, but Madok is clearly not going to be at Rasslemania the way he looks like right now.

Chase: He deserves what he got! Low card trash should not be in the same ring as a legitimate Main Eventer!

Just as Level One begins to lift Madok back up, looking to end his career with a second of his Level Advances the lights go off. The fans let out a surprised yelp.

Chase: Did we forget to pay the utility bill?

Harvey: I don't think so...but do you hear something?

The sound of whispering and bone chilling howls fill the arena, a couple fans scream, and the sound of howling wind can be clearly heard as well. As everything begins to die down the whispering goes louder and everyone strains to hear it.

Voice: For one year, life has been plagued by darkness...the lights in the people's eyes have died out...filled with dread and regret. For one year....life has been filled with corrupt voices, vile propaganda leading people to believe that those who speak these vile things are indestructible...the fire of mankind's soul begins to flicker weakly. For one year, life has been filled with the fall of heroes, destroyed in war, and left for dead...the image of perfection becomes less humble and more stubborn. For one year Level One has destroyed Mankind, for one year Level One has forced the fall of heroes, and for one year Level One has spoken vile propaganda, but the darkness has fooled him into a false sense of perfection.

Level One is a vain creation, built in darkness, forged in destruction, and born of hate...but none hate more than the one who seeks to destroy him. The lights are out, the time for talk has ended, and now everyone will remember...what it was like to once be alive! The lights will return to the fan's eyes! The heroes will come back to where they belong and perfection will become obtainable through their actions! The voices of corruption will be silenced by his rage...by his fury...and in the place of these corrupted voices shall be the voices of peace and humility.

Chase: What the hell is this voice talking about?

Harvey: What this voice is saying is kind of true in a metaphorical sense.

Chase: Bah! Bring on whoever it is and Level One will crush him!

Voice: Here he comes...I hear his footsteps and they send chills down my spine. He is nearly here and if you are smart, Level One...you should be running for the hills. Not that it matters, because he would find you anyway...for he is the end of you! He is...

The whisper ends as another voice comes out over the PA system.

Voice #2: I am...coming for you! So no matter where you hide, no matter where you run...I will find you and destroy you. Much like you did my pathetic career when I was a mortal man. But I have ascended, I am a beast, a monster who has been born from the rage and anger deep within all of mankind. You will experience their pain...their suffering...and their sorrow through my fists. So know this, Lester, prepare yourself, for I am here!

The other voice fades away as a video package is played over the Action-Tron with "Baby Don't Fear the Reaper" by the Blue Oyster Cult as the song the package plays to. All of the fans and even Level One turn to look at the screen, displays of harsh violence, cruel dictators standing on their perches looking down at people below, and the images of mobilized tanks moving into densely populated areas fill the sight of the fans and Level-One. The sound of crying and fear fill the arena.

Chase: What the hell is going on? Who is showing us this!

Harvey: I think it all symbolizes everything the voices were talking about.

Chase: I don't care, just get it off the screen. It is grotesque.

The images then change, dictators being shot, killed, or committing suicide are shown, the tanks are stopped by other tanks, and the images of cruelty are replaced with images of warmth and kindness. Just as the images flicker off the screen the sounds of "Lights Out" By Breaking Benjamin fill the arena, replacing the original song, as the Masked Man appears on the entrance ramp, the lights come back on and begin to flicker white and blue. He doesn't move, and instead looks over at the ring. Level One points at the ring and then the Masked Man and tells him to bring it.

The Masked Man makes his way down to the ring, he has a microphone in hand, but clearly he will not get a chance to use it as Level One rolls out of the ring and comes barreling down to where the Masked Man is. They both begin to exchange blows as the Masked Man begins to back Level One up to the ring.

Harvey: From harsh images to an all out brawl...

Chase: I know. Isn't it great! Go Level One!

Level One begins to pick it up an octave as he throws the Masked Man into the steel steps and then watches as he gets back to his feet sluggishly. He goes for the mask, but the Masked Man catches Level One's hand and throws Level One into the metal pole. The Masked Man rolls into the ring and gets to his feet gingerly looking at Level One as he gets back up to his feet, and when he looks inside the ring the Masked Man shakes his finger. This infuriates Level One as he gets into the ring and both men begin to go at it again.

Harvey: Where the hell is security!

Chase: Who cares? Level One will finally get his vengeance on the Masked Man tonight!

The Masked Man and Level One are go at it both men beating each other up, clearly survival is the only thing on both men's mind. Level One finally gains the upper hand again and pushes the Masked Man into a corner, he begins to wail on him with fast and furious attacks. The Masked Man can only stay on the defensive by bringing his hands to his face. Just as things begin to get brutal the fans notice that Madok is no longer in the ring and that security is coming down to the ring.

Harvey: Finally we will have order!

Chase: Don't cut the festivities short! Jesus, Level One was going to kill that guy!

Harvey: What the hell is security doing and they are...why are there more men wearing masks?

The security is stopped dead in its tracks by four men wearing masks, they all seem to be brandishing bats covered in barb wire and the security guards don't want to get involved with that sort of violence. Level One looks back to see the other Masked Men and does a double take as he goes over to the ropes to get a closer look, thinking the Masked Man in the ring is clearly out of it.

Level-One: What are you idiots doing just standing there!? Get the hell in this ring, and come get yourselves some!

Harvey: Six masked men...that is just...wow.

Chase: The hell is going on? Why are there so many of them? Oh well! Let them all come at Level One, he can take em all on!

As Level One is pre-occupied with the four masked men on the outside of the ring, as he taunts them to enter by sitting on the bottom rope and waving them in with his free hand. Madok slides a steel chair into the ring which the other Masked Man picks up while standing up to look at Level. Level One shakes his head and as he turns is hit hard right across the kisser with the steel chair.

Chase: That's not fair!

Harvey: And some of the things that Level One has done has not been fair, but you didn't care. You will get over it.

The Masked Man isn't done with Level One as he hits him two more times across the back with the steel chair bringing Level to his hands and knees. Madok gets into the ring holding the discarded microphone in his hands, he hands it to the Masked Man who brings it to his face. The fans don't know whether to cheer or boo.

Masked Man: This is what you really are...on your hands and knees like a whore working for money. Maybe you and your mom are the same after all.

Level One looks up the Masked Man and gets up this knees before he his hit across the face again with a steel chair this time from Madok who took the chair from the Masked Man.

Masked Man: You just stay there and take it. Take it like the millions of people who watch you every night have had to do for a year. Watching you piss away your credibility with every disgusting and vile thing you do. You make me sick and you make this world sick. You are a blight, an open wound on this world that has been infected for some time, but I plan to amputate the part that you have infected to save the world.

Level One growls, knowing if he moves the chair will be brought to hit him again.

Masked Man: The facts are Level One...I am tired of this crap. I am tired of you, your vanity, your alliance with the Axis of Awesome, your number one status around the Experts organization, and the press that you seem to attract. Everything that you are is not worth a dime of the money that these people pay for admission or a nickle that they will pay to go see you at the Experts or the pennies that they spend on news papers to see your ugly mug gracing the front page. You are vile, you are putrid, and above all else you are the lowest life form that has ever laced up a pair of boots...I have half a mind to end your career here in the ring tonight where clearly...I have set up a scenario where I have the advantage.

But what would that be to me? It would be too easy. No, I'm not a coward, I can tell what is rolling through your head right now, and no you will not get your revenge. Because earlier tonight I got the clearance... I got the go ahead to go at you at Rasslemania in front of the largest audience for an APW event. For that World Heavyweight Championship that you have sullied with your vile and disgusting acts. But I bet right now you are confused, who am I?

The fans are also wondering the very same thing as they begin to chant "Take it off!", the Masked Man nods his head.

Masked Man: Who am I? Well, pick him up so he can see what he is up against at Rasslemania.

The fans cheer even more as two Masked Men from the four guarding the ramp come over and pick Level One up, holding him in place so that he can see the Masked Man with the microphone. The Masked Man puts a hand underneath his mask and begin to pull it up.

Masked Man: You see Level, a long time ago...I found that this would be the only way to get at you. To get on your level, to roll around in the muck of deceit, and to hide my identity so that I could act in any way I chose. However...over time I realized as a man pure of heart like myself...a boy scout among villains...I could not come to terms with doing such a thing. But all of that changed when you beat Slade Craven and he retired...who else was there that could step up to the plate and be the guy to defeat you?

Most of the contenders were gone, hiding in the back, afraid to step up to fight you, and as I realized it...my anger grew. And through anger I grew stronger, I returned back to a time not too long ago when I used to decimate people for money...in essence....

The Masked Man removes all of the mask, revealing himself to be none other than Pence Weatherlight, the fan's cheers go rampant, and loud. Pence continues.

Pence: In essence I had returned to being the Reaper. A cold blooded killer who would give an arm and a leg to crush his adversaries...in the end I had nothing to lose, but oh so much to gain. So when I needed laser eye surgery from the red mist in my eyes and the camera attack from Mr. Strange, I took my time off to recuperate, but at the same time...initiated a plan to destroy you. Madok and myself would play the Masked Man, orchestrating attacks to make you be afraid, but the plan took an unsuspected twist. You aligned yourself with Madok.

Madok pulls the microphone over to him.

Madok: Which was a big mistake.

Pence: Indeed it was, so we built this plan of surprise, to make you vulnerable for an attack from me, and it succeeded. And that brings us here, to this ring, in front of these fans...with you being held by two other Masked Men and me holding the microphone instead of you...

Level One spits on Pence, who clearly does not like that. The fans boo as Level One laughs.

Pence: Back in the day, I would not react...but you just messed with the wrong guy!

Pence slams his fist into Level One's gut causing him to double over. The fans cheer and Pence orders the other Masked Men to let him go. Level One falls to his hands and knees, but gets up relatively quick.

Pence: You don't want to talk? Fine by me...lets get this over with....come at me!

Pence tells the other Masked Men to get out of the ring, they obey, and Pence and Level One go at it again. Pence and Level One punch at each other, but clearly Level One is worn out. Right in the middle of a punch, Pence catches Level One's fist and drives him to the mat with a vicious Heavy Artillery, laying the APW world champion out flat! The crowd can't help but stir with shock.

Pence steps over the downed APW world champion and casually picks up Level-Ones now discarded microphone.

Pence: Looks, like you won't be needing this anytime soon. Level-One... you are not in the right place to fight me. Show some honor and accept this as a clear cut victory for myself...you would have no chance if we continued after all of the brutality you have received today. So rest up...you will have plenty of time to prepare for another round with me at Rasslemania. So bring your "A" game Level One, because I am not holding back any longer because I don't view you as a human any more...your just another beast in the woods to me. And I will take you out very much like a hunter kills a stag...without remorse.

Pence goes to walk away before adding one last thing

Pence: Oh, and I almost forgot, Our match at Rasslemania, It will be a 60 MINUTE IRON MAN MATCH!

The Fans cheer as Pence throws the microphone down as he goes up the entrance ramp with his Masked Men army with "Lights Out" by Breaking Benjamin playing in the background. In the ring, Level-One sparingly kicks a leg up... then another... and then..he kips up to his feet! The crowd stirs with anticipation as Pence Weatherlight turns his head to see the World Champion back to a vertical base!

Chase: Pence Weatherlight may have just messed with the wrong man, Harvey!

Harvey: Maybe, but there’s only one man in APW who has pinned Level One and its Pence Weatherlight

Chase: These two will face off one more time, this time at Rasslemania in an Iron Man Match.

He runs his hand across his throat his face twisted with both pain and anger before taking a one giant wobbly step back and then collapsing back down to the wrestling canvas sending the crowd into cheers. Pence Weatherlight turns to his army of masked men and shakes his head up and down because he knows better then anyone...

A war has just begun.

Overdrive fades off the air