Overdrive - Baton Rouge, Louisiana (03/11/10)

[President Jeff]

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

Chase: Welcome everyone to Thursday Night Overdrive

Harvey: This is the last Overdrive before Rasslemania VI. We're just 17 days away from the biggest event of the year!.

Chase: For the past few weeks, with the events leading up to Rasslemania and the matches that's been announced, I can't wait for it. Its going to be huge.

Harvey: We have a big show tonight. First off, we have a series of matches, 4 of them to be exact where the winners will go to Rasslemania and fight for the Overdrive title in a ladder match

Chase: The matches annnounced on actionpackedwrestling.tk last week for these qualifying matches for the Overdrive Title has been changed.

Harvey: The matches you will see tonight is, Edward Kash taking on Hellfire K.I.D and Streets Wilson In a triple threat match. Tajhay Gudakishka verses Assassin. Jim Steel and Jimmy Jazz face off in a rubber match. And finally Mark Moment and Vic Diaz will battle it out

Chase: A huge opertunity tonight for those 9 guys.

Harvey: Also tonight, we have two big tag team matches. First off, Michael Lively teams up with Jason Royce to take on Damian Dimitri and Lil Dick.

Chase: And lets not forget that Sabur is bared from Ringside.

Harvey: And in our main event, Level One and Victor Hades team up to take on Pence Weatherlight and Jesse Nunez.

Chase: And lets not forget the Contract signing between The Axis of Awesome and the Perfect Storm

Harvey: Plus the 3rd entrant of for the APW Hall of Fame

Chase: A jam packed night, lets go to the ring for the first match.

Hellfire K.I.D Vs Streets Wilson Vs Edward Kash


The match starts off with Hellfire and Streets backing Edward into the corner. Edward Tries fighting them both off, but Hellfire and Streets beat Edward down in the corner. Hellfire grabs Edward, throws him off into the ropes and then nails Edward with a Side walk slam. Streets then comes off the ropes with an elbow drop and makes the cover.
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Hellfire pulls Streets off and the two begin to Argue

Chase: I think this partnership has ended.

Harvey: Which is a good thing for Edward Kash

Hellfire and Streets start exchanging punches and Hellfire throws Streets into the ropes and catches him with a Hurricanrana. Edward then clotheslines Hellfire from behind and starts kicking him. Edward picks Hellfire up and throws him into the corner. Edward then grabs Streets and throws him into Hellfire. Edward runs and gets a knee into Streets’s face and then grabs both Hellfire and Streets by their head and hit’s a double bulldog out of the corner. Edward covers Hellfire.
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Edward grabs Hellfire and body slams him then goes over to Streets. Streets kicks Edward and brings him the corner and chops him. Streets takes Edward and gives him a German Suplex. Streets poses for the crowd and then picks Edward up. Out of no where, Hellfire springboards off the ropes and drop kicks both Streets and Jason. Streets falls to the mat while Edward falls onto the corner. Hellfire runs towards Edward and hit’s the tornado DDT. Edward is down and Hellfire climbs. Hellfire comes off the top rope and nails the Frog Splash! Hellfire Covers.
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Streets breaks up the count. Streets grabs Hellfire and brings him to the corner and begins punching him and the ref tries to get Streets off. Streets backs off and Hellfire grabs Streets, turns him around and nails him with the Hellfire Bomb. Hellfire covers
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Winner: Hellfire K.I..D

Chase: Hellfire is the first person to qualify for the Overdrive Title Ladder match at Rasslemania

Harvey: Not bad for a debut match

Chase: 3 other men will also qualify for this match later tonight.

Hellfire celebrates as his girlfriend gets into the ring to celebrate with him and the cameras cut backstage

If there was one word that could describe him right now, it would be simple, hate. The hate radiated off his body, the unlucky stage hands passing him by, felt it too and did their best to avoid it without making it too obvious. The hate was also present in his posture, they speed in which he walked, was motivated by his emotions running into each-other speeding up everything he did physically, while his mind thought slow and methodical; oh, how payback would be so sweet.

Most importantly, the hate he held close to him was present in his eyes. They were sharp, and exposed his intent which was ready to strike. Strike he would. The only question was when and where—how he'd do it, was surely nothing we haven't seen before. While, his rival got the best of him he knew he was nothing out of the ordinary, and would go down like any before him had done before, no need for overkill.

The APW world heavyweight champion paced back and forth, his teeth clenched with all his mighty, and his body shaking ever so slightly, as he tried to harness his anger within himself. If Pence's goal was to let a beast out of his cage, then he may have well succeeded—but if his goal also included taming that beast right afterwards then perhaps he may have bit off more then he can chew; while this animal may just devour him whole...

Then spit him back out again. He vowed he'd get back Pence Weatherlight for what he had done last week, and the various weeks before that and he had his chance do so, at Rasslemania. The only problem was, he was here now, in the moment and although Rasslemania was simply weeks away, his frustration felt like it had the potential to grow forever...

He was going to end this tonight.

Like a rabid animal he paced up and down the hall; mumbling what could be only described as another foreign language, hate-speak. At this point in time, you'd have to be a damn near idiot to approach Level-One in the state he currently was in, but that didn't stop them...

He looked up, and saw Chris Cyrus and Biggs who was accompanied by Ellie standing right in-front of him. The APW world champion stopped and closed his eyes as Biggs took the initiative.

Biggs: Hey, Champ! It's been awhile since we've seen you around—we haven't pissed you off or anything have we? If we did, I'd have you know it... Chris Cyrus was behind it! It was all him!

Biggs pointed at Chris Cyrus who threw his hands up, as if to say he had nothing to do with it. Chris Cyrus turns to Biggs and tells him to knock it off, before faking a smile and nervously turning his attention back to Level-One.

Chris Cyrus: What Biggs meant to say is we haven't possibly done anything wrong to you, so what's your big deal? Too cool to hang out with us around here?

Chris Cyrus looks back at Biggs, who's eyes expand wide. Biggs smiles nervously, and takes one solid step to aside, as Ellie clings to his arm with all her might—as he prepares himself a quick escape route should anything go astray. Level-One slowly nods his head, side to side...

Level-One: Me, ditching YOU guys? Last time I checked, I let you have the show... and you practically have given it back to President Jeff. Furthermore... I've been jumped by some masked tool for the past three weeks and you guys couldn't even find the time to offer me assistance, so as far as I'm concerned, you two have dropped the ball.

Chris Cyrus strokes his chin and lowers his head as Biggs simply stares at Cyrus expecting him to take the lead. Chris Cyrus lifts his head up, and pats Level-One on the shoulder, which Level-One doesn't take kindly.

Chris Cyrus: Look, maybe your onto something. It's just that, President Jeff has focused all his resources on trying to take me and Biggs out, which clearly, hasn't been working... but we'll help you out this time. Tonight, we've got your back.

Biggs: We do?

Chris Cyrus: Yes, Biggs, we do! We aren't afraid of Pence and can the extra camera time really hurt faces like us? Duh, of course not! So, Level-One you can consider the Axis of Awesome there tonight, like old times...

Chris Cyrus extends a hand which Level-One looks down at. He thinks about shaking his hand, right before snapping his head back up. Chris Cyrus, is confused by the champions sudden change of heart and before he knows it, he brushes shoulders with the APW world champion who pushes right past him.

Level-One: You want to help me? Do you want to help yourself? Then just say the hell out of my way, tonight. I don't need your help, or anyone elses, I'll do this alone.

Level-One continues his way down the hall, leaving a confused Awesome of Axis behind...

Chris Cyrus: You'd think that guy, got beat up by six masked men or something, the way he's been acting...

Biggs flashes Chris Cyrus a look of confusion and then merely shrugs his shoulder, seemingly agreeing with observation made by his partner, as the scene comes to a close.

[President Jeff]

Overdrive is back on the air

Harvey: Welcome back to Overdrive. If your just tuning in, Hellfire K.I.D just defeated Streets Wilson and Edward Kash in a triple threat match to be the first man to qualify for the Overdrive Title Ladder match at Rasslemania

Chase: And Up next we have our second Qualifying match. Lets go to the ring

Tajhay Gudakishka vs. Assassin


The match starts out with Assassin going for a Spinning Kick, trying to connect with Tajhay's face. Tajhay gets his arms up to block it, and does, but shakes his arms in pain after the blow, leaving his face open for a Straight Punch right to the chin courtesy of Assassin! Assassin then unloads a flurry of punches and kicks that backs Tajhay into the ropes! Assassin goes to whip Tajhay towards the opposite ropes, and on the rebound, Tajhay ducks another Spinning Kick from Assassin, runs to the ropes, and catches Assassin with a dropkick to the side of the face! Tajhay pulls his opponent up, and gives him a couple of Forearm Shots to the face before pulling him in for a quick DDT! Tajhay immediately gets back up to his feet and delivers a quick Standing Leg Drop before going for a pin attempt
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Assassin kicks out!

Chase: Tajhay positioned his weight perfectly in that pin, but he just hasn't done enough damage to Assassin yet to put him away.

Harvey: Tajhay looks impressive in the early goings of this match

Tajhay motions for Assassin to get up, and as soon as he does, Tajhay nails him with a Bicycle kick right to the mouth, sending Assassin back down to the mat! Tajhay pulls Assassin back up and whips him chest-first into the corner with such force that Assassin is knocked back down! The ropes are still shaking as Tajhay steps over towards his opponent, pulling him up and powering Assassin up into a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Tajhay starts his way up the ropes as well, but Assassin responds with a few fists to the face! Tajhay answers with some fists of his own,. Tajhay hooks Assassin in position for a Superplex! As Tajhay goes for it, Assassin grabs a hold of the top rope with his hand, preventing the Superplex, and gives Tajhay a few well-timed punches to the gut before nailing him on the chin with a smashing elbow! Tajhay falls backwards to the mat, and Assassin gets up to his feet and leaps off connecting with a beautiful Diving leg drop

Harvey: That was impressive! Assassin was so quick, I think Tajhay was still mid-air as he leaped off for that Leg Drop!

Assassin hooks his opponent's leg
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Tajhay kicks out! Assassin releases the leg and gives Tajhay a few elbows to the midsection before hooking the leg again
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Again Tajhay gets his shoulder up! Assassin realizes that he hasn't done enough to put Tajhay away, so he wraps his legs around Tajhay's head in a figure-4, and drives his elbows repeatedly into the crown of Tajhay's head!

Harvey: We haven't seen Assassin utilize that move before!

Chase: I'm liking the brutality being shown in this match!

After half a dozen shots, Assassin releases his legs from around Tajhay's head and gets to his feet, motioning for Tajhay to follow suit. As Tajhay obliges, Assassin rushes in for a Running Dropkick, but Tajhay sidesteps, and swats Assassin down to the mat! Assassin is quick to get up, but not quick enough to avoid a powerful Clothesline from Tajhay! Tajhay pulls his downed opponent up and gives him a DDT before making his way to the top rope! Tajhay drags his thumb across his throat as he leaps off, going for an 450 Splash! Assassin rolls out of the way, and Tajhay comes crashing into the mat! The ref starts the mandatory 10 count as both men are laid out on the mat! “1!......2!”

Harvey: I think the first man to his feet will be the one who can put this match away!

Chase: Both of these guys are capable of ending a match just like that, so I have to agree with you!

“3!.....4!” Both men begin to stir. “5!......6!” Tajhay is up to one knee as Assassin pushes himself up. “7!.....8!” Tajhay is to his feet, and goes to pull Assassin up! Assassin gives him a hard punch to the gut and explodes up to his feet, grabbing Tajhay for the Assassination! Tajhay is quick to counter with a northern lights suplex
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Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Tajhay Gudakishka!

Tajhay quickly rolls out of the ring and begins to celebrate as the shocked Assassin looks on

Chase: Tajhay just sneaked out a victory here

Harvey: And because of it, he’s heading to Rasslemania for the Overdrive Title.

Chase: He and Hellfire have advanced and theres 2 left to qualify.

Harvey: Hellfire and Tajhay both having a big night, in their debut match getting an Overdrive Title shot at the biggest event of the year.

The camera’s then cuts backstage with President Jeff in his office, pacing around the room. A knock is heard at the door.

Jeff: It’s open!

Two men in suits walk in who appear to be President Jeff’s lawyers. They have a briefcase in hand.

Jeff: Its about time you guys showed up. Did you bring it?

Lawyer #1: Yes Sir we did.

Lawyer #2 opens up the briefcase in front of Jeff and Jeff reaches in and pulls out a clip board.

Lawyer #2: The contract you requested

Jeff: Beautiful.

Jeff stares at the contract, smiling as Overdrive goes to commercial.

[President Jeff]

There is a slight buzz as the lights go out in the arena of Overdrive and blue lasers, with green smoke flood the ring. Fans are quiet as suddenly we here the words.

“Stay in the Light…” “The Way You Like It!”

The fans erupt as Craven’s Remix begins to play loudly over the speaker, the first time in over six weeks. But no one comes out, instead the titantron cuts to Slade Craven sitting against a grey backdrop with his sunglasses and leather jacket on while the music plays. He waits for a second as the music dies down.

Slade Craven: Baton Rouge Louisiana, How Ya’ll doing tonight?!

The crowd screams again as Slade smirks at all of them.

Slade: Well, before people go jumping the gun, Slade Craven is not back for good.

There are some boos and jeers at this comment.

Slade: Hey, you all want what “The Main Man” wants. Everyone wants Slade Craven kicking ass once again, but until he heals up completely from surgery, Slade isn’t doing anything. Well that’s not entirely true. You see, Slade is here via satellite for a reason. Rasselmania.

The cheers return in a wave of joy

Slade: Yes, and you crazy Cajuns know, Slade is going to be there!

The walls rumble.

Slade: There has been too much going on since Slade left, people running their mouths, idiots talking about ending careers, Victor Kitten still managing out of some retarded luck to not slip fall and impale himself on a sharp piece of metal. Lots of really trivial things. And the one thing that has mattered most is, Slade’s surgery. For those wondering, the men in white coats were able to repair the damage to Slade’s shoulder as well as his torn pectoral and even fix some of the damage to his knee. It’s a good think too because wheelchairs and “The Main Man” don’t mix. Last time he was in one he tried to jump three cars with a hundred bottle rockets for propulsion. It didn’t work.

Craven pauses for a moment.

Slade: As for what is happening at Rasslemania that is up in the air. Slade is going to be there though, you can bet your sweet bippy on that one. A.P.W. knows, and aches for Slade’s return, maybe it will happen, that remains to be see. All that is certain is Slade is going to walk past that curtain and down that ramp because Rasslemania wouldn’t be the same, without ole Slade!

He smirks for a second as the camera and everything fades to black.

Harvey: Slade Craven will be at Rasslemania

Chase: With Rasslemania in his home state of Texas, how can he not miss this.

Harvey: Seeing Slade at Rasslemania just made Rasslemania that much better

Chase: Lets get to our next match up. Jimmy Jazz Taking on Jim Steel

Harvey: This two have had a bit of a rivalry over the past few weeks. With each having a win over one another. We’re about to find out who really is the better man.

Jim Steel Vs Jimmy Jazz


The bell rings and the two Jim’s lock up and Steel powers Jazz to the mat. Jazz gets up and they go to lock up again and Jazz pokes Jim Steel in the eyes and then kicks him before throwing him into the ropes and drop kicks the big man, and he’s rocking. Jimmy runs off the ropes and Jim gets a boot up in Jimmy’s face.

Chase: I think Jim boot print is on Jimmy’s face

Harvey: He’s gonna be tasting his boot for a week after that one

Jim covers Jimmy
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Jim picks Jimmy up and head butts him, which sends Jazz to the corner. Jim walks up to Jimmy and elbows him in the face then pulls him out of the corner and lifts him up on his shoulder, giving him a shoulder breaker. Steel covers
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Steel picks Jazz up and body slams him in the middle of the ring then bounces off the ropes and goes for a leg drop but Jazz moves out of the ring. Jazz gets up and runs off the ropes, dropkicking Jim to the mat. With Jim Steel laying on the mat, Jazz gives him a jumping knee drop into a cover
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Chase: That’s raw power by Jim Steel

As Steel is getting up, Jimmy runs off the ropes and Jim Steel grabs Jazz around the throat and goes to pick him up for a clothesline, but Jimmy kicks Jim in the knee and then breaks free and rolls out of the ring

Harvey: What is he doing? The match is in the ring

Jimmy grabs a chair and slides into the ring. The ref grabs the chair from Jimmy and with the ref’s back turned, Jimmy pulls out some brass knuckles from his trunks and slips them over his hand. Jim Steel is up and kicks Jimmy and lifts him up for a power bomb, but Jimmy punches Jim in the head with the brass knuckles and Jim falls backwards with Jimmy crashing down on top of him in a cover
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Winner: Jimmy Jazz

Chase: And Jimmy Jazz is the 3rd man to go to Rasslemania and fight for the Overdrive Title

Harvey: A little revenge here for Jazz after losing to Steel last week

Chase: A much needed with for Jazz

Jazz stands on the top rope posing and pointing to the Rasslemania banner that is hanging from the rafters as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

As the most arrogant man in professional wrestling cinches down the laces on his boots and stands tall, he puts on the hooded vest that he wears to the ring. Michael Lively stares at the Xtreme title as if it were a loved one, a member of the family. His brief love affair is broken up by the quick knock at the door and the arrival to his locker room for the Legacy Jason Royce. Lively raises an eyebrow at the sudden show of disrespect from his tag team partner later this evening.

Lively: So you just barge right in, didn't wait to see if I said come on in. What if I were naked...are you trying to sneak a peak at the JESUS's package Jason?

Jason: What...no...

Lively: Are you a dirty dick peeper Jason Royce?

Jason: Dude your tripping, shut the hell up and listen.

Lively looks rather taken back from the Legacy's burst of aggression.

Jason: Tonight we need to be on the same page. I heard your little promo piece on the plane, and I'm not liking your attitude.

Lively: Not liking my attitude, who are you to talk to the JESUS like that. I will tell you about my attitude, I don't like you, I don't like anybody...and damn sure don't like tagging up with people that I can't stand which like I said is everyone.

Jason: Listen Lively, I know your stance, but I am a former tag team champion you might want to listen to me...

Lively: WHOA...little did you forget that it was I and Twister who took those tag titles off of you and the Hardcore Kid. Don't preach to me about tag team wrestling, or strategy. Your just go out there tonight and do your damndest to stay alive...because if you are looking to me for a tag...I won't be there sunshine.

Jason: Suit your self Jackass...I really don't need your lame ass anyways.

Royce turns and storms out of the room.

Lively: First you try to sneak a peek at my junk then your offended because I won't give up the ass...WOW.

Just then a group of female catering staff walks by looking down the hall at Jason Royce and then at Lively. The woman begin cackling at Lively's comments as he gets a little embarrassed.

Lively: Whoa ladies it's not like that...the JESUS is all man.

The women continue snickering and Lively explodes into his woman hating ways.

Lively: Whatever you bunch of bull dykes, you couldn't handle the JESUS anyways...whores!!!

With that we head back to ringside for our next match up.

Chase: Do you think Lively and Royce can work together as a team tonight

Harvey: Not a chance

Chase: Our next match is the final qualifying match. So far, Hellfire K.I.D, Tajhay and Jimmy Jazz as advance for the Overdrive Title ladder match at Rasslemania. Lets see who will join them.

Vic Diaz Vs Mark Moment


The two lock up in the middle of the ring with Mark taking Vic down with a arm drag. They lock up again and again, Mark takes Vic down with an Arm Drag. The go to lock up again, and this time, Vic kicks Mark in the gut and punches him to the corner and then chops him before throwing him into the ropes and connects with a Power Slam. Vic goes for a cover and gets a 2 count. Vic lifts Mark up and gives him a few forearm shots to the face and brings him to the ropes. Mark reverses an Irish Whip and as Vic comes back, Mark catches him with a Hurricanrana into a pin.
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Chase: Mark is so quick that you never know what he’ll do next

Harvey: Which is a huge advantage on his part

Both are back up and Mark ducks a clothesline and comes off the ropes and takes Vic down with a cross body into a cover, but Mark only gets a 2 count. Mark pulls Vic up and puts him into the corner and gives him a few kicks to the ribs and then throws him into the opposite corner. Mark then runs and jumps on Vic’s chest and does a back flip. Vic then runs out of the corner and takes Mark’s head off with a clothesline. Vic picks Mark up and pushes him to the corner. Vic runs and gets a clothesline into Mark’s, then grabs Mark’s head and Bulldogs Mark out of the corner. Vic covers.
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Harvey: Vic has lost his last couple of matches, he needs to win tonight

Chase: And lets not forget, the winner of this match goes to Rasslemania to fight for the Overdrive Title in a Ladder match

With Mark down, Vic climbs the top rope but Mark is up and hit’s the ropes and Vic falls crotch first. Mark climbs the ropes and hooks Vic up, Super plexing him off the top. Mark goes on the ring apron and springboards off the ropes and catches Vic with a Tornado DDT and covers him
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Chase: Mark was almost going to Rasslemania with that move

Harvey: Vic still has some fight left in him

Mark waits for Vic to get up and as he does, Vic runs at Mark who gives him a drop toe hold into the middle ropes. Mark runs and goes for the 619, but Vic catches him and then carries him to the middle of the ring and lifts him up for the Death Valley Driver, but Mark fights it and lands behind Vic and rolls him up in a school boy
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Chase: Great counter by Mark

Mark kicks Vic and brings him to the corner and chops him then Vic pokes Mark in the eyes and gives Mark a kick to the head. Mark does down and Vic pulls him up and throws him into the corner, but Mark reverses it. Vic hit’s the corner and Mark runs at him, but Vic moves and Mark hit’s the corner chest first. Vic hooks Mark up with a backslide
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Harvey: Good call ref!

Vic begins arguing with the Ref. Mark gets up and dropkicks Vic from behind and Vic falls chest first into the middle rope. Mark runs and nails Vic with the 619 and then climbs to the top rope and comes off with the Marking Out and connects. Mark hooks the leg for the cover
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Winner: Mark Moment

Chase: And Mark is going to Rasslemania!

Harvey: He will go on to face Hellfire, Tajhay, and Jimmy Jazz for the Overdrive Title

Chase: four young guys in a ladder match, I’m looking forward to this.

Mark Celebrates like he just won the world title as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes back from commercial with a recap of what happened last week between President Jeff and the Axis of Awesome and finding out that Dr. Matt will be Jeff’s tag team partner at Rasslemania. As the video ends, “Raining Blood” By Slayer hit’s the PA. The APW Faithful jump to their feet as the Owner of APW walks out through the curtain with a clip board in hand.

Chase: Its contract signing time

Harvey: And it looks like Jeff has the contract in hand

The ring has a red carpet in it, with a table in the middle of the ring and chairs on both sides. Jeff calmly walks down to the ring and up the ring steps and enters the ring through the top and middle ropes. Jeff walks over to the table and picks up the microphone.

Jeff: Last week, I outsmarted The Axis of Awesome. Which really, wasn’t that hard to do. The Axis thought they would fight me at Rasslemania in a handicap match for control of Overdrive. They through that I could gladly put myself in a match like that. Well, maybe I would have, five years ago, but now, I know I’m not as good as I once was. That’s what happens when you make the decision to run a company than to wrestle every week. But back to the Axis. I look at you guys, and I see a monster of a team. And I’m to blame for that. See, It was me who put you two together as a team, in Biggs first match. I didn’t think much would come of it, but look. The Axis of Awesome, one of the most successful teams I ever seen. If they thought I would fight them in a handicap match, then there stupider than they look. So, what I did, I called up on old friend. A man who I know very well. A man that I’ve known for 20 years. A man who I won tag team gold with. A man who has been a business partner of mine. A man who is being inducted into the APW Hall of Fame this year. Ladies and Gentleman, DR. MATT!

The fans cheer as The lights dim and Eminem's voice comes over the loud speaker, "Get your ass up for the Doctor, one more time, get your ass up for the Doctor". "Encore" continues to play as Dr. Matt steps into a spotlight shining in the entry way.

Chase: The last time we saw Dr. Matt in a wrestling ring as at Last years Rasslemania when he fought Matt Metal

Harvey: And what a match it was

Dr. Matt steps out into the light. He struts down to the ring and then seal dives in under the bottom rope. He gets to his feet, climbs to the middle rope, and holds a long pose, moving his shoulders to the beat, before hoping off and turning back to the middle of the ring as the music fades. Jeff hands Matt the microphone

Matt: I won’t lie, it feels good to be back, even if its for a short time. Like Jeff, I’ve wrestled at every single Rasslemania. Rasslemania 1, I faced Matt Metal. Rasslemania 2, Andy McHeyman. Rasslemania 3, Twister. Rasslemania 4, Hurricane Jeff. And last year’s Rasslemania, Matt Metal..Again. Now this year, there was no way I was missing it. So when Jeff called me and asked me to be his partner, it took me less than a second to say yes. So, lets get this contract signed and make this thing official.

Matt hands the Mic back to Jeff

Jeff: In my hand here is the official contract for this Tag Team match. Myself and my team of lawyers prepared this contract all week. So, Axis of Awesome, I want you guys to come down here and lets make this official.

At this point, Muse's “Uprising” plays over the speakers as blue and orange lights flash alternately around the arena. Cyrus, Biggs and Ellie all enter the arena to loud boos from the crowd. Biggs and Cyrus are dressed in very nice suits, while Ellie has on a sensible skirt and ladies suit jacket. She also has a brown leather carrier bag at her side. Biggs and Ellie have a slight dance in their step as the trio heads down the ramp.

Harvey: I, for one, can't wait to see President Jeff and Dr. Matt tear these guys a new one!

Chase: Even Ellie? That's just in poor taste to wish harm upon a woman, Harvey! I thought better of you!

As the Axis reaches the ring, Biggs holds open the ropes for his fiance, and once she's in the ring, Biggs and Cyrus slingshot themselves over the ropes in unison. They walks over to the table set up in the middle of the ring, and pic up mics that were placed on said table.

Biggs: Seriously, Jeff, you want to take credit for creating the Axis of Awesome? You may have booked us to be a team in my APW debut, but you are hardly responsible for forging the chemistry and trust between the two of us. You see, Jeff, Chris Cyrus and myself are two of the most skilled, two of the most successful, and dare I say two of the most handsome men to ever step in this ring.

Ellie claps her hands together at the mention of the word “handsome.”

Biggs: Naturally, when two men have that much in common, they're going to form quite the team. Granted, the corollary of that is also true, that when you put two of the most idiotic, self-serving, non-talented hacks together, well, that just doesn't make for a very good team. I know that you and Dr. Matt have known each other for a long time, that the two of you are responsible for such “gems” as the Upriver Wrestling Federation, as well as several terrible matches over the last six plus years, but just because you've known each other a long time does not make you a great team.

Cyrus: Look at Biggs and I. We've known each other for a little under a year, and yet here we stand the most dominant duo that APW has ever seen! Not only did we run the AKA out of APW, but at one time we held both the Xtreme and Overdrive Championships. What can the two of you brag about? Running a fed where a greased pig on a pole match was a weekly occurrence?

Biggs: The fact is that as much as the two of you like to hype yourselves up, as much as the fans want to excited at seeing the prospect of the two of you taking us behind the woodshed and whipping us good, the fact of the matter is that neither one of you are a full time wrestler anymore, and when you're facing a team as good as the Axis, if you're not at your best, you don't stand a chance. Jeff, every time you wrestle, you lose, simple as that. You've gotten soft from running the company, allowing yourself to get kidnapped by the EWC, just because of how much of a pencil pusher you've become. Dr. Matt, you've been on a huge layoff since the last time you wrestled, and by the looks of things, you've put on a few pregnancy pounds. Tell me, Matt, when's the baby due?

Harvey: That's a bold face lie! Dr. Matt is in just as great of shape as he's ever been!

Cyrus: Let's face is, President Jeff and Dr. Matt, you two aren't at the top of your game, and as such, stand no chance of beating us at RassleMania! You might as well sign over the full controlling rights of Overdrive over to us here and now! You already know that it's inevitable, because we're AWESOME!

This comment draws loud boos from the crowd. President Jeff and Dr. Matt are standing there, looking annoyed at Axis, but as Biggs flashes his trademark smirk, Jeff responds.

President Jeff: If you two are so sure of your victory, why don't you just sign on the dotted line, and make this match official?

Jeff holds up the clipboard with a pen, handing it to the Axis. At this point, Biggs puts up his hand to decline the clipboard, and motions for Ellie to grab something out of the carrier bag. She pulls out a clipboard of her own, and hands it to her man.

Biggs: Jeff, you know full and well that there's no chance that Cyrus and I will sign that piece of paper you and your lawyers put together. Knowing you, it's written to give you and Dr. Matt every advantage in the book. We know that it's as poorly written as your style of running Overdrive. That is why we had our lawyers draft up a contract of our own.

More boos from the crowd.

President Jeff: And you know full well that we won't sign your contract, because it'll give you the opportunity to do whatever you please during our match, just like you two did while I was abducted! The fact is, we need to have a contract signed to make this match official, because the alternative is to have this power struggle continue indefinitely.

Cyrus: Well, we're not signing your stupid contract!

Biggs: Please, Cyrus, this is formal business. Let's try to keep an air of professionalism about it. You're right Jeff, we are at an impasse here, with neither side willing to budge. Your contract weighs favorably towards your team, and our contract leans in our favor, and let's face it, the four of us are all very stubborn men. We could be here a while. But that's of little concern to us, as we have nothing but time.

At this point, Dr. Matt is irritated, and he points his finger towards The Axis as he talks.

Dr. Matt: Why don't you two pretty boys shut your yaps!

This draws a loud, positive response from the crowd.

Dr. Matt: Now we can either sit here and wait for our lawyers to get here and hash things out, or we could be men and do something about it! I could really care less about what the stipulations of the match are, just the fact that I get to whip your little Nancy-boy @$$es across the ring at RassleMania! We should just sign both contracts and make this thing official right here, and right now!

More cheers from the fans. Dr. Matt grabs both clipboards, puts them on the table and signs them both. Jeff then signs them, and the Axis follows suit. Biggs has his trademark grin across his face again.

Biggs: You know, Dr. Matt, you're not as stupid as you look. I like the way you think. Part of me feels almost bad at how badly Cyrus and myself are going to embarrass you at RassleMania...

President Jeff: You know what, Biggs, we're not going to wait to embarrass you at RassleMania, we're going to do it right now! The contract that you just signed stipulates that our match now has a special guest enforcer, a man that the two of you know very well, a man by the name of SLADE CRAVEN!

Chase: WHAT!

Adema's “The Way You Like It” blares over the speakers as the fans rise out of their seats and cheer as the titantron come on with the Main Man, Slade Craven! He has an excited look on his face, and salutes the crowd. Cyrus, Biggs and Ellie are all livid as the Main Man points to them.

Harvey: Can you believe it? President Jeff has outsmarted the Axis once again! That's why it pays to read the fine print!

Chase: This is a travesty! How can we expect a fair match with such an impartial enforcer! What a croc!

Biggs slams his fists on the table as Cyrus curses loudly and Ellie shakes her head in disbelief. President Jeff and Dr. Matt have huge grins on their faces as they exit the ring, leaving the Axis to wallow in their misery. On the apron, President Jeff has a few more words for The Axis.

President Jeff: See you guys at RassleMania, where you'll get caught up in the Perfect Storm!

The Axis continues to pout and mope in the ring as Jeff and Dr. Matt head up to the ramp and both of them raise their arms high, as if signifying that that will be the result of the tag match at RassleMania.

Harvey: What a huge announcement for RassleMania, that the match for control of Overdrive now has a special guest enforcer in the form of Slade Craven! As if this event couldn't get any bigger, it just has here tonight!

APW Overdrive goes to a commercial break while the Axis of Awesome continues to throw a tantrum in the ring.

[President Jeff]

Harvey: Welcome back folks, its time for the first of two tag matches of the night.

Jason Royce and Michael Lively vs Lil Dick And Damian Dimtiri

As the bell rings for the contest Lil Dick decides in a very smart manor to let the Barbed Wire Buzzsaw start them off. He steps through the ropes as the New Breed's girlfriend, the recently revealed sister of Michael Lively, Niki Lively watches on.

Harvey: Michael Lively must have some crazy thoughts going through his head after finding out he has a sister none the less that she is dating his future challenger to his belt.

Chase: Lively is a self absorbed asshole, I'm sure he doesn't care one bit.

The JESUS simply looks at Jason Royce and steps out of the ring. Unlike the new information about his blood relative it's no secret that Lively stands on his own, and doesn't like tag team matches so he does the typical Lively move and lets his partner start things off.

Chase: There you have it Lively self absorbed, and showing so with that smug look on his face.

Harvey: You don't like him in the slightest do you?

Chase: Nope, there’s the bell and we are underway.

Damian Dimitri and Jason Royce meet in the center of the ring and lock up. Royce lifts a knee high into the sternum of his opponent, and drives an elbow into the back of the New Breed's head before spinning him around for a neck breaker. Royce gets to his feet looking at the Lil Dick on the apron, and almost foams at the mouth wishing he could lay hands on the fellow. Jason turns around into a quick boot and a violent impact DDT from his opponent.

Harvey: Can't get distracted in this game.

Chase: Jason just paid the price that comes along with it when you do.

On the opposite side of the ring Michael Lively stands there shaking his head in disbelief, this is why he can't stand tag team action. The Hybrid then yanks his opponent upright and suplexes him into the turnbuckles jamming the lower back of the Legacy against the thin padding. Jason Royce folds up on the ground as the New Breed tags in the Lil Dick. Looking a little nervous the midget sucks it up and steps under the bottom rope getting in the face of Jason Royce which seems to be wincing in pain. Lil Dick then just drops down biting the forehead of his opponent as the ref starts counting rapidly for the short man to stop the illegal action.

Harvey: Jason Royce has Saburs Lil Dick all in his face...

Chase: Prftttt...hahaha!!!

Jason Royce sits up leaning against the ropes holding his forehead as Lil Dick backs up then sprints forward leaping through the air only about a foot off the ground and performing a penguin style drop kick. The fans roar for the tiny guy as they love to see some in ring midget action. Lil Dick gets pumped and begins Hulking up for the fans before ripping off his shirt. The midget then cups his hand to his ear trying to get a response from the crowd. He turns around to see Jason Royce standing over him, and none too pleased with his antics.

Harvey: Watch out Jason Royce is hovering over Sabur's Lil Dick with bad intentions.

Chase: You know he has been dying to get his hands on Sabur's Lil Dick for quite some time now...


Lil Dick simply points at the Legacy in a classic Hogan manor as the crowd screams, the midget shakes his finger at Royce and swings a wild right hand that looks as if it's going to strike Jason Royce in the hip. Before it connects the Legacy thrust kicks forward sending the small wrestler flying across the canvas.

Harvey: OUCH!

Chase: A he kicked Sabur's Lil Dick with harmful intentions.

Lively looks on rather bored by all the nonsense going on in front of him. Jason Royce scoops up the little guy and violently drops him to the mat with a sidewalk slam. Jason Royce leans over tagging Michael Lively in by slapping him on the shoulder. Lively looks shocked, could be because he has to compete or the simple fact that Jason Royce actually touched the JESUS.

Harvey: Looks like Michael Lively has no choice but to compete.

Chase: Look at Lively very upset.


With the tongue lashing that Lively offers up it's apparent he didn't want to be touched. The Xtreme champion drops a knee in the back of Lil Dicks head, and then glares across the ring toward his opponent for Rasslemania. The JESUS walks that direction and starts lipping off.

Harvey: Look at Lively he is our first confrontation.

Chase: I wonder what’s going through his mind.

Harvey: I know what I'm thinking, Lively was right Ms. Lively is loose.

Damian Dimitri simply outstretches his arms in a Blackwell crucifix pose basically taunting the JESUS. Michael then looks down outside the ring at the woman he found out last week was his sister, a sister he had never heard about. With that Lively has a gross look of disgust come over his face as the man then bitch slaps Damian Dimitri. The ref runs over stopping the New Breed from entering the ring as Lively backs up. The JESUS doesn't realize the Lil Dick is up and scampers right past him. Lively sees the midget tag in the Barbed Wire Buzzsaw who had just got back in the corner and then leaps over the top rope. He charges toward Lively. Michael ducks under the clothesline and quickly baseball slides out of the ring. There the JESUS comes face to face with his flesh and blood basically for the first time ever.

Harvey: WHOA...this is awkward!

Chase: Here comes Dimitri...

The JESUS does what is expected of him in this situation and spit in the face of his sibling. Niki Lively raises a hand to slap Michael Lively who catches her by the wrist. His eyes look up to see the full head of steam built up behind Damian Dimitri as he suicide dives over the top rope. The JESUS simply ducks out of the way by shoving his sister in the his place, and sliding back in the ring as the number one contender crashes and burns into his own girldfriend. Michael Lively walks by slams a right hand into the side of Lil Dicks head knocking him from the apron before backing up and tagging in his partner.

Harvey: Look at Lively, he was right when he said he wasn't going to wrestle Damian.

Chase: He's a coward...a bitch, screw Michael Lively.

Jason Royce runs across the ring, leap frogs over the top rope and drops a spinning elbow into the back of Dimitri's head. The Legacy picks up the New Breed and slides him back into the ring. As Damian struggles to his feet the Legacy Irish whips him into the corner back first and quickly follows him in with a flying knee, into a bulldog. Royce gets the cover.

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Lil Dick in to break up the count. Jason Royce gets up to chase the midget, as the ref tries to break up the altercation seeing as Lil Dick isn't supposed to be in the ring. Royce decides to focus back on his opponent, and the brief lapse in judgment cost him dearly once more. A violent windmill kick cracks the Legacy in the back of the head. Damian backs up stalking his prey like a Tiger, just as Royce rises to his feet the young kid charges forward with a Hart Attack clothesline dropping his opponent to the mat. With out missing a beat the number one contender to the Xtreme title is up spring boarding of the ropes into a back flip knee drop that splits the forehead of Jason Royce open. Michael Lively throws his arms in the air with frustration as he lets out a sigh of disappointment of the Legacy's new crimson red mask. Damitri covers the Legacy for the count.

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Foot on the rope by Jason Royce.

Harvey: Close call there, royce had good ring awareness.

Chase: Too bad that doesn't win matches.

Harvey: What are you saying?

Chase: Nothing I'm just saying.

The New Breed stands to his feet dragging up his opponent as well. He snap mares Jason Royce over and drop kicks his opponent to the back of the head. Royce flops backward after the jolting impact. The New Breed softens up the Legacy a bit more by dropping a leg across his throat, then rolling out to Jason's feet. He quickly sinks in the sharpshooter submission and spins over the Legacy. Jason Royce begins howling in pain as the submission is sunk in. Lively looks on the sighs out of disgust once more.

Harvey: What did Lively expect...he has put in zero effort here tonight.

Chase: Yeah the Legacy can't carry the whole thing.

The JESUS then steps in the ring, and blind sides Damian Dimitri with a gorgeous super kick. The New Breed folds up on the ground as the hold releases. Michael Lively simply takes his place back on the apron as Jason Royce comes over for a tag. Michael drops down not giving the Legacy a chance to make the exchange. He stands, turns, and sees the New Breed staggering to his feet trying to shake off the cob webs left behind by the striking blow from the champ. Jason runs over scoops up the Hybrid on his shoulders takes a few steps to the corner signaling for the GTS.

Harvey: This could be it.

Chase: I hope not...

Royce releases the man and drives a knee into the face of the already weary Damian Dimitri. Before Royce has a second to do anything Lively is on the top rope ready after his blind tag. The JESUS leaps off with the Prelude shooting star leg drop. Just before impact Niki Lively who had run around the ring grabs her boyfriend the New Breed by the ankle yanking him out of the ring.

Harvey: What save by Lively's sister.

Chase: Yeah Michael missed and Dimitri still has a chance.

Lively hits the mat with serious impact and yelps in pain. Jason Royce helps up his tag team partner, then hoists him on his shoulders and drops him with a cracking impact knee from his Go To Sleep.

Harvey: Nice the Legacy has had enough.

Chase: I love it...turned on his partner.

Lively hits the mat as Jason Royce then charges across the ring spearing Lil Dick through the middle rope taking him out to the floor. A barrage of fists begin to fly as the Legacy extracts his revenge on the tormenting little man. Niki Lively slaps Damian Dimitri a few times getting his attention focused back in reality. The man slides into the ring as Michael Lively stand wobbling at the knees. As the JESUS turns around he his hoisted onto the shoulders of the New Breed and then flipped over into sit out driver.

Harvey: FULL THROTTLE!!!!

Chase: Please be it....


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Your Winners: Damain Dimtri and Sabur's Lil Dick.

As the ref raises the hand of the New Breed, his girlfriend and sister of the man he just pinned rolls into take her place by her mans side. The fans pop as the Human Wrecking Machine comes bolting down the ramp. Sabur sprints around the ring toward the Legacy who has beaten the pulp out of his midget.

Harvey: Sabur's Lil Dick has gone limp.

Chase: They have pills for that...oh the midget.

Jason Royce sees the freight train of muscle heading his way and leaps to his feet jumping over the guard rail for safety. Sabur stops kneeling at the side of his Lil Dick checking to see if he's OK. Just then Sabur gets pelted by a full cup of beer as Jason Royce heaved a fans brew toward the hulking monster of APW. Sabur stands looking at the back pedaling Legacy as the music of the New Breed blares through out the arena. Sabur leans down taking his limp Lil Dick in has hands and heading to the backstage area to have him checked out. Hopefully the medics can fix his Lil Dick so that possibly he can stand erect once more.

Overdrive goes to commercial

[President Jeff]

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

Chase: Welcome back folks. For the past two weeks, we’ve inducted two men into the APW Hall of Fame. First, Was Dr. Matt. And Last week, BDC was inducted.

Harvey: And tonight, we induct the 3rd and final man into the APW Hall of Fame, Class of 2010







Harvey: Let's head backstage where Chase brings to you a special pre-match interview for tonight's, HUGE, main-event!

Backstage, color commentator, Chase stands by wearing a tailored suite with a microphone in hand—he's clearly shaking, knowing what interview awaits in store for him. Cindy Shannon herself insisted that she was in danger of interviewing Level-One due to the events that had occurred a week ago and because of Level-One's colorful history with Cindy Shannon, Chase was awarded the pre-match interview for tonight's main-event.

Chase was a big fan of Level-One but was always sure to remain unbiased when calling the match, upholding his professional standard within the company, or at least that's what he claimed. Tonight, he had the opportunity to actually be acknowledged by the APW world champion outside the back drop, of commentating his match ups. Chase was well prepared for his interview and practiced it in his mirror the night before until he got it perfect. This was his night.

Chase: Hello, APW fans abroad! I'm Chase, your favorite commentator because let's face it, Harvey sucks. I'm here tonight to interview perhaps the GREATEST professional wrestler to EVER to step foot in the APW arena, Level-One!

The fans at home boo at the mention of the APW world champion as Chase continues to wear a smile wide across his face.

Chase: Last week, Level-One was a victim of a brutal, uncalled for attack, by low-life fellow superstar, Pence Weatherlight, who managed to win the APW world championship, like a year ago or something... big woop. The point is, the attack was uncalled for and action should be taken against Pence Weatherlight, but I've spoken to President Jeff himself, and unfortunately nothing at this point will be done about it.

The crowd cheers. Chase, re-rolls a clip of the events from last week. It shows Level-One being surrounded by the masked man and being attacked by Pence Weatherlight, right before being laid out with the Heavy Artillery to the fans immediate approval. The clip comes to and end with Chase wearing a look of disgust on his face.

Chase: Now, I present to you... the APW world champion and best wrestler on the APW roster by far, Level-One!

Chase smiles as he turns around as immediately caught with a big boot to the jaw which drops him to the ground like a sack of potatoes. The camera view slowly moves up, exposing the man behind the impromptu attack...

Level-One?

With the APW world championship, clinging to his broad shoulder, he looks directly into the camera lens, looking to send a message to the world.

Level-One: There will be NO interview. There will be NO more talk and no more threats. Tonight, it's going to be action and that is going to say a lot more then my words here today, could ever protray.

It's game-over, Pence...

Level-One throws the camera to as it spins away from the APW world champion and back at the downed Chase who groans in pain right before APW overdrive cuts to the final commercial break of the night.

[President Jeff]

(Overdrive returns back on air)

Harvey: Well folks, as you just saw, Chase was on the bad end of a brutal boot to the jaw which was uncalled for, are you alright Chase?

Chase: Alright!? Are you kidding me!? That was amazing! I can't believe I took a kick to the jaw by Level-One!

Harvey: Wait... so your happy, he kicked you in the face?

Chase: What kind of question is that? Of course, I am! It's the nicest thing, Level-One could have possibly done to me! What a great, guy!

Harvey: Sadly, that may just be true...

We go backstage with the beautiful Cindy Shannon standing in front of the camera.

Cindy: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Pence Weatherlight.

Fans in the arena could be heard giving a mix reaction as the camera zooms out from Cindy to show Pence Weatherlight standing next to her.

Cindy: Pence in just a few minutes you will get in the ring against Level One and his partner Victor Hades in a tag team partner Jesse Nuñez.

Before Pence could give his thoughts on tonight’s main event, Jesse Nuñez shows up beside Pence with the fans cheering in the arena.

Pence: Hello partner. Can I help you?

Jesse Nuñez: Remember Shockwave?

Pence smirks but does not say anything.

Jesse Nuñez: No? Well I do. You cost me the APW World Heavyweight Championship that night. Do you remember now?

Pence: What’s your point Nuñez?

Jesse Nuñez: My point is that I have business with all three of you out there, some more than others. I don’t trust anybody. I suggest you do the same, and watch your back, partner.

Jesse bumps into Pence as he leaves the area. Pence looks over at Cindy and says nothing as it goes back to the ring for tonight’s main event.


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

"Basic Thugonomics Remix" begins to play on the PA. The fans jump out of their seats cheering.

People watching at home see Jesse's titantron playing on their screen for a few moments. Then it returns to the stage area and Jesse is standing there looking down at his feet with his forearms crossed in front of him. He stands there for a few moments as then Jesse lifts his head up and gives a smirk as he then puts his arms in the air doing the “Word Life” hands as the fans cheer. The camera zooms out from the rafters to show the whole arena on their feet. The camera then zooms back in front of Jesse along with his manager Victoria. Jesse is wearing his black "The Prodigy" t-shirt with a chain with his wedding ring around his neck. He also has on a black hat on his head. The hat reads "The Prodigy" on the front and his name on the back, the hat is tilted slightly to the right of his head so that is barely covering over his right eye but he could still see and you could still see his eye barely. Every time the song starts to scratch, Jesse does the “You Can’t See Me” wave with his right arm which has the black basketball shooting sleeve on it. Jesse has the "Word Life" fingers in the air going down the ramp toward the ring.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, being accompanied by his wife, Victoria, weighing 240 lbs. From Phoenix, Arizona, Jesse "The Prodigy" Nuñez!

Harvey: Listen to the Ovation Jesse Nuñez is receiving here tonight! There's no doubt that he is one of the most popular wrestlers here in APW, and the sentimental favorite heading into the extremely dangerous Scaffold Match with Victor Hades at RassleMania!

Chase: That match promises to be pure spectacle, and I can't wait to see Nuñez fall all the way from the scaffold down to the ring!

Harvey: You're not sure that that's going to happen!

Jesse looks around the stadium and sees everybody cheering him around the arena. Jesse then runs and slides into the ring. He slides into the ring. As he stands up he looks around at the fans once more. Jesse walks to the furthest turnbuckle away from him as he climbs to the middle turnbuckle he puts the "Word Life" fingers in the air holding it in both hands, as he does gold sparks fall from the rafters around the ring. Jesse jumps down as the sparks continue to fall; he does the same on the opposite turnbuckle, the sparks end. Jesse then takes his hat off and throws it into the crowd. He also takes off his t-shirt and throws it at the opposite side of the crowd. He walks over to the furthest turnbuckle and he begins to throw punches to get him warmed up. He then takes off his chain with the wedding ring on it and hands it to Victoria at ringside. His theme music begins to die off.


The Titantron bursts to static as the lights all dim down and begin to flash different colors at random, the fans turn their eyes to the entrance ramp, as all the light go out. A voice comes out over the speakers saying "Baby don't fear the Reaper." and then the lights come on. "Everything" by Pillar hits the speakers now and the lights begin to flicker red, white, and blue. The fans all begin to cheer as Pence emerges on to the Entrance ramp wearing a red, white, and blue vest with a pair of black and blue shorts, he salutes the fans who all begin to chant "Mr. Main Event".

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

Chase: This guy makes me sick! He parades around in a mask, jumping Level-One at every chance he can get, and bullies his way into the main event at RassleMania!

Harvey: While it disappoints me that Pence stooped to Level-One's level to earn the title match, there's no denying that there's an intense hatred between those two, and that they are two of the absolute best here in APW!

Pence makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands, and taking poses so that the fans can take pictures of him. He finally makes it into the ring and then jumps up on to one of the turnbuckles and flexes. He then jumps down and repeats the process on the opposite sides turnbuckle, before finally jumping down, and going to the middle, he begins to pace looking at the entrance ramp, awaiting his opponents. Nuñez looks at his partner with an air of distrust.

Chase: Look at that. Nuñez obviously is still pissed about Pence costing him the title at Shockwave last year. Either that, or he just can't trust the man who's been gallivanting around in a mask like a coward!

Harvey: I think you're just putting thoughts into Nuñez's mind that aren't there!

At this point, 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.

Paige: And their opponents, first, weighing in tonight at 260 pounds, from Los Angeles, California, Victor Hades!

Harvey: Hades has been on a huge roll, winning the Survive and Conquer match at New Year's Retribution! Doesn't change the fact that he's one of the most disturbed, psychotic individuals I've ever seen!

Chase: Don't forget, he beat Pence for the Overdrive Championship at that event as well, but the ref overturned the decision, allowing Pence to keep the belt he would drop quicker than two dollar hooker!

Exhaling calmly he moves casually down the ramp way with the bright white light behind him, as he slides into the ring in a black t-shirt with his logo design across the front clinging securely to his masculine frame. Stepping to the center of the ring while overlooking the crowd disgusted, he lowers his head and brings his fists over his face. He begins throwing clenched fists pounding against his forehead in a violent manner. Screaming words to himself before snapping his head back as his dreadlocks fly from his face, within that moment all four turnbuckle posts are lit up by the explosive pyrotechnics as they erupt. Holding his arms held high with clenched fists, while he then lowers his arms and calmly exhales turning to the stage awaiting his partner. Put You On Game- By Lupe Fiasco blasts the PA system, as Level-One steps up on-top of the ramp. Red smoke swirls beneath him, and a string of red and blue pyro shoots up into the air he raises both of his titles high in the air.

Paige: And his partner, weighing in at 262 pounds, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he is the APW Heavyweight Champion of the World, Level-One!

Chase: And here comes the best in the business! Pence doesn't stand a chance against Level-One, who looks more pissed off than normal tonight!

Harvey: Well, I don't think Level-One is too keen on the idea of teaming with the man who eliminated him in Survive and Conquer!

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 calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Level-One and Victor Hades vs. Pence Weatherlight and Jesse Nuñez


Level-One immediately goes to his teams corner, refusing to acknowledge the presence of Victor Hades, while Pence and Nuñez discuss heatedly who should start the match for their team. The mic on the camera pics up Nuñez saying, “You owe me one,” and Pence nods his head before stepping out onto the apron. The Prodigy and Hades glare at one another in the center of the ring, as the fans are all on their feet, cheering loudly for Nuñez. “PRODIGY! PRODIGY! PRODIGY!” After several tense moments, Hades asks Nuñez, “How's the baby doing?” before laughing maniacally. As he's laughing, Nuñez gives him a hard shove, which Hades answers with a hard shove of his own. The two go back and forth shoving each other before getting up in each other's faces, standing nose to nose and trading venomous words. Finally, Jesse takes a step back, winds up, and nails Hades with a hard punch right to the kisser! This staggers Hades a bit, but he responds with a hard punch of his own, and the two men begin to trade fists fast and furiously as the fans continue to cheer loudly!

Chase: There's a lot of bad blood between these two!

Harvey: You think? Not only did Hades cause significant harm to Nuñez and his wife, he also killed their unborn child! I feel that Nuñez has every right to hate this man with all his being, which he does! Still, Nuñez has got to keep his emotions in check if he wants to overcome Hades.

The two men continue to brawl, tradings fists back and forth until Hades gets the advantage, chaining together three punches in a row before whipping Nuñez towards the ropes. On the rebound, Jesse ducks the Clothesline, and on the second rebound, nails Hades with a Running Shoulder Block! The fans pop as Nuñez pulls Hades back up, and continues to pound him with punches, backing the Devil's Comrade into the corner, giving him a flurry of body blows before climbing up to the second rope and punching Hades in the face repeatedly, as the crowd counts along, “1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!” Jesse gets down after the tenth blow, and pulls Hades out of the corner with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! As Hades gets to his feet, Nuñez runs towards the ropes, and once Hades is to his feet, he gets caught with the Throwback! As Hades lays on his back, Nuñez walks up to his head and waves his hand in front of his face as the crowd yells along with him, “You can't see me!” Nuñez then runs towards the ropes, and once he reaches Hades, gives him a Fistdrop right to the forehead, drawing loud cheers from the crowd! Nuñez then pulls Hades back to his feet and hoists him on his shoulders in position for the Ressurection!

Chase: Nuñez is looking to end this one early!

Harvey: This is his first chance to step in the ring with Hades in official competition since the death of his child, and so far, Nuñez's hatred and rage have served him well!

Before Nuñez can deliver the move, Level-One runs into the ring and gives him a hard Running Boot to the back, forcing Nuñez to fall forward with Hades still on his shoulders! Pence comes in to deal with Level-One, but the champ motions for the ref to retrain Pence as he heads back to his corner on his own accord. The fans boo loudly as the champ reaches his corner, and mockingly waves at Pence, who's being held back by the official. Meanwhile, Hades is up to his feet, and stomping away at Nuñez's head, which was smashed between Hades and the mat after his fall. While the ref is still busy trying to retrain Pence, Hades goes to his teams corner, and removes the turnbuckle. While doing so, Level-One slaps Hades hard on the back, tagging himself in.

Harvey: That was hardly a friendly tag from the champ there.

Level-One enters the ring, and Hades looks at him angrily as he makes his way towards the downed Nuñez, pulling him up by the head and pulling him in for a Flipping Clothesline, knocking Nuñez almost clear out of his boots! Level-One then proceeds to drag Nuñez towards the ropes, placing his throat across the bottom rope before stepping onto the back of Nuñez's neck, choking him! The ref starts the mandatory five count, but turns his attention to Pence, who has come rushing in to break the hold, clubbing Level-One in the back! As the ref turns his attention to Pence, Hades hops down from the apron and makes his way to Nuñez, wrapping his hands behind his adversary's head, and pulling down, choking Nuñez some more! The crowd is booing loudly at this point, and as the ref begins to turn back, Hades lets go, allowing Level-One to go back to choking him with his boot! Again, the ref starts the five count, with Level-One letting go on four! Pence looks on from the apron, almost helplessly, trying to will Nuñez on despite their differences. He starts clapping his hands, encouraging the crowd to clap along, and they begin chanting, “JESSE! JESSE! JESSE!” Level-One steps back to allow Nuñez to get up, albeit slowly, and right as he does, Level-One goes in to grab him up for a Stalling Suplex! The champ holds his prey high up in the air for what seems like an eternity, and perhaps too long, as before Level-One can fall back to deliver the move, Nuñez counters by driving his right knee into the head of the champ again and again, allowing him to get down and get in front of Level-One, kicking him in the gut and delivering a desperation DDT! The crowd is on their feet and cheering at the top of their lungs as Nuñez tries to make his way to his corner, crawling slowly as Level-One lays on the mat, trying to clear the cobwebs!

Harvey: What a counter by Nuñez! Level-One and Victor Hades have been singling him out, physically dissecting him, so he needs to make a tag!

Chase: This could be the key moment of this match! If Nuñez can't make it to his corner, he's done for!

As Nuñez inches ever so closer to his partner, Level-One comes to, and gets to his feet, grabbing a hold of Nuñez's foot and dragging him to the middle of the ring, locking in a Grapevine Leg Lock! While maintaining the hold, Level-One pulls himself and Nuñez over to his corner, and gives Hades a forceful tag in. Hades goes right to work, stomping on the knee of Nuñez a bit before pulling him up to his feet and tossing him back first into the exposed turnbuckle! The crowd boos more as Hades proceeds to pummel Nuñez! The ref starts the five count, and on four, pulls Hades back from Nuñez. As the ref is distracted, Level-One wraps the tag rope around Nuñez's neck, and chokes him again! The crowd is pissed off, and begins a “We want Pence! We want Pence!” chant. Pence looks almost desperately on, knowing that it would only hurt his partner more if he came into the ring. Level-One releases the choke before the ref turns back, leaving the man in charge none the wiser, and Hades pulls Nuñez out of the corner to give him a Throat Spike before climbing up the ropes. He takes a look back to see if Nuñez is still in position, and then leaps off, going for From Heaven to Hell, his version of the moonsault kneedrop! Right as he's about to his, Nuñez rolls out of the way, and gets up to his knees to make a desperate lunge to Pence Weatherlight, making the hot tag! Hades tags in Level-One, and the two RassleMania opponents proceed to brawl in the center of the ring, whipping the crowd into a frenzy! Neither man has a distinct advantage, and the two men continue to wildly brawl, trading fists and punches like crazy, getting backed into a corner until the ref comes in to try and break them up! As the official is doing his job, Level-One reaches over and gives Pence a thumb to the eye, causing the crowd to boo more! Level-One then pulls Pence by the arm, and whips him towards the ropes! Pence ducks the Big Boot, and on the rebound, answers with a ring shaking Spear! Pence goes for the cover
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Hades stomps him on the back to break the count! Nuñez comes rushing in to confront Hades, and those two begin to trade blows! Pence and Level-One are up to their feet, brawling as well, and the ref has no hope of regaining control, instead calling for the bell! DING! DING! DING!

Paige: The referee has ruled this bout no contest!

Harvey: You hate to see the main event end that way, but the ref completely lost control of this match!

Chase: It's got to be hard on a ref to keep control with four men as proud as these guys are!

The fans are going wild as the four men continue to go at it, with Hades and Nuñez getting tied up near the ropes! Nuñez drills Hades with a Haymaker that staggers him into the ropes, and Nuñez proceeds to Clothesline him with such force that both men go spilling out to the arena floor! They are almost immediately back up to their feet, and continue to brawl! Hades gets the advantage, and bounces Nuñez's head off of the barricade before throwing him over it and into the crowd! Hades then follows his rival out into the sea of humanity, pulling him up by the head and continuing to pummel him! Nuñez follows suit, hitting Hades with some walloping fists, and the two men disappear into the crowd, still going at it full tilt!

Inside the ring, Level-One and Pence Weatherlight meet face to face, immediately sending the hometown crowd into a frenzy. The two merely just stare at each-other for what can only be described as an eternity, while the crowd stirs with excitement...

Right hand by Level-One! Pence Weatherlight is quick to answer back with a dirty left hook that eats away at the champions jaw bone—only for Level-One to answer back with a left of his own! The two men don't even think of covering up, as both look to volley shots down upon the other! The fans are out of their seats, cheering at the top of their lungs.

Harvey: A brawl has just broken out here, we need security before these two men tear each-other apart!

Chase: Level-One vowed he'd get back a measure of revenge on Pence Weatherlight tonight, we don't need no stinkin' security, damn it!

The crowd eventually, turns to partisanship with every shot Level-One gets in, they boo—every shot Pence gets in they cheer, which only fuels both men further. Pence begins to gain some lee-way, eventually pushing Level-One back into the ropes with a vicious right hand. Pence follows it up, with an Irish whip, but Level-One mounts him with a Thou thez press! Level-One drives shot after shot into the face of the challenger as President Jeff makes his way out onto the ramp, microphone in hand.

President Jeff: Hey, you two, stop this right now! You'll get a piece of each-other at Rasslemania!

The presidents voice seems to distract Level-One, long enough for Pence Weatherlight to shift his weight and roll on top of Level-One, raining fists down onto the face of the APW world champion—the crowd starts a ''fuck him up chant'' while President Jeff is clearly livid on the top of the ramp, despite the tables being turned.

President Jeff: Security! I need security out here right now before these two kill each-other!

Harvey: Looks like President Jeff is calling for some back up, he wants to save a little action for the big pay-per-view!

Chase: Hey, I'm not going to argue with the man, he knows how to run a business but I can't see how a little pre-match physicality can hurt knowing what has gotten these two to the point where they hate each-other as much as they do! I say, let them fight!

Security begins to pour out from the curtains and down the ramp. Pence Weatherlight lets up by the sight of them as they begin to rush the ring, this allows Level-One enough to time to quickly get back to his feet and attack Pence Weatherlight with a cheap elbow shot to the back of the head. Before Pence Weatherlight can react the ring is swarmed by about ten security guards with black uniforms, five each holding back the rivals at bay.

President Jeff: Level-One, Pence Weatherlight... you two have been granted to big stage at Rasslemania six! Level-One you are the reigning APW world champion and perhaps the most seasoned competitor we have on the APW roster. Pence Weatherlight, you are the number one contender and a man that has proven he has what it takes to not only be APW world champion but to do something nobody in the APW has yet to do, defeat Level-One. You two can take Rasslemania to the next level and set the bar yet again. I'm counting on you guys, we all are...

The crowd begins an ''APW'' chant as President Jeff nods his head in pride. Inside the ring, Level-One and Pence Weatherlight are still grilling each-other at a distance, just waiting for the right opportunity to strike but with the security guards holding them at bay, it hardly seems possible.

President Jeff: And I know you two are going to deliver a show these fans will never forget. And that's exactly why I am doing this. I know you would love to get your hands on each-other right here and right now, but I'm afraid it's not going to happen.

Harvey: I know the fans aren't going to be happy about that; but I can say, I wholeheartedly agree with President Jeff's decision here tonight.

The fans boo as Level-One and Pence Weatherlight look to Jeff and then back at each-other. Level-One mouths something to Pence Weatherlight the cameras can't pick up, and Pence Weatherlight offers up a sly and smiled and nods his head up and down. Pence wheels back and nails a Security guard in the face with a hard left hand the boos turn into cheers!

Chase: What the hell is going on here!?

Level-One flexes back his arms and throws two security guards hold his arms apart to the mat before clothes lining another over the rope! A security guard swings for Pence Weatherlight who ducks the punch and trips him down to the mat with an STO as the security guard rolls out to safety. Pence and Level-One both begin to double team the remaining security guards, nailing them with lefts rights and dumping them out the ring, one by one! The crowd cheers in unison! President Jeff is standing on the ramp, unable to process what is occurring right before his eyes.

Harvey: Level-One and Pence Weatherlight is clearing house and the fans are off their feet!

A security guard charges Pence Weatherlight who in turn Irish whips him into Level-One, who in turn, simply belly to belly suplexes him over the top rope and onto the concrete outside ring apron, taking a sick bump. The sudden burst of offence only leaves one last security guard in the ring, as he wanders between the two men in fear.

Chase: It looks like Level-One and Pence Weatherlight have one little last security guard to deal with. To the plank with em'!

Level-One smiles as he picks up the Security guard onto his shoulders and looks to nail him with a darkness shine but Pence Weatherlight saves the security guard, pulling him off Level-One's shoulder and to the canvas to safety which garners cheers from the crowd. Pence stares at the security guard face to face, before stepping aside and allowing him to make an escape from the ring. The security guard gingerly makes his escape while Level-One watches on clearly slighted.

Chase: Level-One wanted to teach that Security guard a lesson and Pence Weatherlight stuck his nose in his business, I knew this wouldn't last!

Harvey: Pence Weatherlight did the right thing, Chase!

Level-One slips over to the corner turn buckle where his APW championship lays, picking it up, and getting back to his feet. Pence Weatherlight turns around and is absolutely lighted up with the APW world championship, sending the Pence Weatherlight to the mat and the crowd into a frenzy of boos!

Harvey: That was uncalled for! Level-One could have left it at that and settled his problems at Rasslemania six!

Chase: Level-One told you he was going to get the last laugh, how pathetic of Pence Weatherlight not to see something like this coming! Sweet revenge, Harvey!

President Jeff immediately runs down the ramp, and into the ring, to check up and a downed and dazed Pence Weatherlight who begins to claw at the Presidents shirt in attempts to pull himself back up to a vertical base. President Jeff gets to his feet and approaches Level-One who stares down at Pence Weatherlight with disgust and begins to plead with him to leave the ring.

President Jeff: You have got him, Lester. Leave it at that. Save the rest of this for Rasslemania... you hear me? You got him, you got him for an entire hour, you don't need to do this.

Level-One stares at President Jeff with zero emotion in his face as he reaches into his tights and pulls out a... mask!

Harvey: President Jeff is trying to talk sense into the APW world champion who is now in possession of that mask! It's the same mask Pence Weatherlight used to conceal his identity, Chase!

Chase: Level-One is trying to send a symbolic message to Pence Weatherlight, tonight.

The crowd boos with all their might as Level-One slips the mask over his face. Only, his mouth and eyes are visible. Pence Weatherlight has made it to his knees as he sways back in forth, clearly still dazed by the first shot, while President Jeff continues to plead with Level-One.

President Jeff: Come on, Lester—do the right thing. I want a fair and clean fight at Rasslemania—I want you both coming into this match one hundred percent. Let's put an end to this at Rasslemania, please, Lester.

Level-One smiles.

Level-One: Lester isn't home right now...

Level-One clinches his title ready to line it up with the face of Pence Weatherlight who stumbles to his feet. Level-One like a lion jumping on his pray, jumps forward but President Jeff steps in the way, as Level-One pulls back on the shot; the crowd cheers!

''PRESIDENT JEFF, PRESIDENT JEFF, PRESIDENT JEFF''

Harvey: President Jeff just saved the number one contender from eating yet a shot with the APW world championship, who knows how much damage it's already done.

Chase: President Jeff better move out the way, unless he wants to get seriously hurt!

Level-One stares at President Jeff before taking a step back and throwing the APW world championship back on his shoulder. The APW world champion submits, putting his hands up in the air and turning his back to President Jeff and Pence Weatherlight, which actually garnishes cheers from the crowd...

For once in his career; he'd dothe right thing.

...or so we hoped.

Violently, Level-One snaps around and nails Pence Weatherlight with a second shot with the APW world championship. Pence Weatherlight eats the gold plate from the APW world heavyweight championship and hits the canvas limp, the back of his neck whip-lashing off the ring canvas. The crowd boos while the camera gets a clear shot of Pence Weatherlight, knocked out cold in the middle of the ring.

Harvey: Jesus Christ! Level-One just took Pence Weatherlights head off with that shot with his APW championship!

Chase: I think, Level-One just levelled the playing field, Harvey.

Harvey: I guess this is it for Thursday Night overdrive; what a turn of events! I really can't wait to see whats in store for Rasslemania, March 28th but if tonight is any indication then it's going to be amazing. Will the APW world champion prevail again or has Pence Weatherlight finally gotten the champions number?

Chase: I can't be for certain, Harvey—Pence may have set the grounds for the war but Level-One has won the battle; as for who wins the war? You'll need to order Rasslemania six on pay-per-view! We'll see you all there.

Level-One shoves President Jeff out the way, and makes his mark over the number one contender. With the mask concealing his face, Level-One tauntingly places a foot over the chest of Pence Weatherlight and tilts his head back staring at the Rasslemania six poster...

and then raises his APW world championship high above his head.

The scene inside the ring slowly fades to black and the familiar APW logo appears on the screen to signal the end of what can only be described as an epic night.