Overdrive - Boise, Idaho (04/22/10)

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The APW logo flashes across the screen as a video of highlight from last week's main event play. Livley and Green hitting each other with their high impact moves are shown before Green delivering the Headsplitter and getting the 1...2...3 is shown in black and white! As Green celebrates, Level-One enters the ring, and nails Lively, beating him down. The video ends with Level-One standing triumphantly over Lively, and transitions into the Overdrive opening.



Harvey: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the Taco Bell Arena in Boise, Idaho! We are live here tonight in front of a sold out crowd, who are ready and eager for Thursday Night Overdrive!

The lights in the arena shut off; as the crowd stirs in the darkness. A familiar laugh is heard through the PA system as the baseline to Put you on game by Lupe Fiasco takes the crowds ears. The crowd immediately, begins to jeer as red smoke from the ramp rises and the lights begin to flicker on and off in a manner that is possibly seizure inducing. The former APW world champion falls to a single knee becoming one with the cloud of smoke, with a microphone clutched in his grips.

Harvey: Well, it looks like the show is going to kick off with Level-One here tonight. I imagine he has a bit of explaining to do after his actions last week when he laid Micheal Lively out in the middle of the ring, and almost took our new number one contender, John Green with him.

Chase: Oh, give me a break. Level-One doesn't owe anyone an explanation, not even Biggs who by the way, was seen fuming after last weeks show.

Level-One pulls himself up to his feet and begins to march down the ramp, half way down, he turns his back towards the ring and mocks the crowd with suggestive hand gestures as he back peddles down towards the ring apron. Level-One walks towards the steel steps, slamming his fist against them before quickly, sprinting up the stairs and entering the ring through the middle rope, immediately taking his spot in the middle of the ring, while his music slowly fades out.

Level-One: Okay, I get it people. You all are booing me because of last week. Am I right?

Level-One holds the microphone up in the air as the crowd answers back with a resounding ''YES'' chant to which the former APW world champion can only grin at as he lifts the microphone back to his mouth.

Level-One: I knew it had something to do with last week. See, last week... I only managed to take out that asshole Micheal Lively instead of John Green! I can't blame you. Hell, I boo myself that I let that spineless cockroach slither under my boot, too.

The crowd once again resumes their booing, knowing that Level-One had taken their answer out of context on purpose.

Level-One: Still, nobody could deny my message had been sent. See, you idiot fans are under the impression, I need to be granted a one on one match with Pence Weatherlight of some sort to do any damage on him. You seem to be under the impression that I need to ''earn'' my title shot through some stupid number one contender match; like John Green has—while seemingly, ignoring the fact that Pence Weatherlight was named the number one contender every single time he had a shot at my title by the dictator President Jeff!

A ''PRESIDENT JEFF'' chant brakes out as the crowd stomps their feet and claps their hands.

Level-One: Well, you people are wrong! All, I need to do is take out the number one contender. All I needed to do is remove the challenger; and if I STILL don't get a title shot, well... then let's just say Pence Weatherlight may just be caught in an unfortunate accident that renders his position as APW world champion, no longer...

Level-One shrugs his shoulders as the crowd starts a ''You suck'' chant. Level-One with his hands on his hips, observes the crowd and even waves his hand around to encourage the reaction pouring from the front row to the cheap seats. Finally, he raises a single finger in the air.

Level-One: However... none of that needs to happen. With Biggs in charge, I'm sure he's reasonable enough to listen to your demands and trust me he could really use the persuasion. You fans can stop the blood shed, stop the mayhem and stop the pain that is going to be inflicted on your heroes simply by shouting out, stomping your feet and ultimately begging for me title shot rematch against Pence Weatherlight who has stole my championship, under the veil of day.

The you suck chants turn into screw you chants as Level-One shakes his head back and forth and let's out a helpless sigh.

Level-One: If last week wasn't enough, I guess I'll have to step it up. Perhaps, getting my hands on a more beloved superstar around here fits your script? I mean face it, if you people didn't hate me as much as you do, you probably would have cheered when I smashed that chair into Micheal Lively's face. In fact, if there is an APW most wanted somewhere with a cash reward for our heads; I damn well guarantee you my name is followed by Micheal Lively's on that list...

He shrugs his shoulders.

Level-One: Still, even he wasn't immune. I told you all, nobody is safe. Everyone is guilty by association. Unless, you are on this roster out there picketing Biggs general manager office; you will be considered my enemy, and since nobody has come right out and thrown in their support for me—you ALL are considered my enemies and will be dealt with as I see fit.

Level-One smiles.

Level-One: And there is only ONE thing, ANY of you can do about it and this to grant me my...

Suddenly, Micheal Lively walks out onto the ramp, with his entrance music blaming the background microphone in hand. The crowd can't help, but give a slight pop—despite their disdain for the APW Xtreme champion. Feeling, slighted Level-One leans over the ropes treating Micheal Lively with a death stare.

Micheal Lively: The JESUS will do something about you and your daddy problems, you can count on that!

The lone wolf pulls out his signature JESUS pose mocking Level-One in the ring, clearly unimpressed by Micheal Lively's interruption.

Micheal Lively: Last week, you got brave when you hit me with the same steel chair you sit on to watch the JESUS out preform his competitors night and night out backstage but let's see how brave you are, right here and right now tonight.

The crowd gives a huge pop on possibly seeing, yet another Rasslemania five rematch between both men, free on national television and in their home arena. Level-One nods his head up and down as if to say; you really want to do this?

Micheal Lively: Get a ref out here right now! Level, I'm going to kick that ass pillar to post like your mother should have done the day, you were dropped from her loose cooch.

Micheal Lively, slams his microphone down onto the ramp, and immediately begins to charge down to the ring with a referee running down with him by his side. Level-One looks ready to scrap, but as Micheal Lively slides into the ring, he quickly splits through the opposite side of the ropes, demanding the referee start the match in the traditional fashion. The referee obliges as he backs Micheal Lively into his corner, allowing Level-One to re enter the ring, and set up his game plan on the fly.

Harvey: Can you believe it!? Micheal Lively vs. Level-One, right here, right now to open up Thursday Night OverDrive this is absolutely, huge!

Chase: The fans don't like either of these guys; but they are actually cheering anticipation after what has taken place on the fly!

Lively circles around the ring then steps up in the face of Level One. Both men are nose to nose as the fans in the arena rise to their feet. No matter any oppinion one would hold towards either of these men their talents are undisputed. Suddenly as the bell rings, DING! DING! DING!, both men spring into action.

Level-One vs. Michael Lively

Level-One darts to the right as Lively hits the opposite side, each one hitting the ropes and barreling toward one another. Lively goes for a clothesline but Level-One ducks under Lively stops waiting for the rebounding opponent and jumps up with a dropkick. Level-One slides under it with a baseball slide and quickly gets to his feet. As the Xtreme champion stands from his missed move his head is slammed down to the mat with violent force as his opponent nailed a revers DDT. Level-One backs up getting a addd sring from the ropes, and drops a leg drop on nothing but mat. Lively rolled to safety and kept going right out of the ring.

The crowd begins to boo the Xtreme champ as he shy's away from action but their discontent quickly becomes excitement as they see Level One charging across the ring. The former world champion front flip dives over the top rope. Lively looks up seeing his opponent flipping in the air and backs up. The JESUS catches Level One and power bombs him to the ground below with a sickening thud. Lively turns to the fans at ringside outstretching his arms in a I am JESUS pose then pointing to his head as if letting them know he feels his witts are far more superior then any other man.

Lively rolls into the ring to stop the count and gets in the refs face.

Lively: "YOU KNOW HOW GREAT I AM??? DO YOU??"

Harvey: Lively should stay focused on the task at hand, namely, defeating the former APW Heavyweight Champion!

Chase: I agree! However, don't forget that Lively was once champion himself!

Lively then rolls back out of the ring and picks up his opponent by the head. Lively grabs a hold of the wrist and Irish Whips Level one into the gaurdrailing. The man's back hits the railing and Lively charges in leaping in the air with a superman forearm. Level-One stands up driving his shoulder into the mid section of the Xtreme champion and drops him throat first across the railing in front of the fans.
Level-One takes a breath, then picks up Lively who is clutching his throat and rolls him into the ring. Level-One climbs up the apron, shimmy's up to the top rope waiting for Lively to stand. As the JESUS makes it to his feet his throat is punished more by a front flipping clothesline from his opponent who is taking the fight right to him. Level wasting no time drags Lively up and drops him to the mat with a belly to belly suplex hooking the leg after impact for a pin, 1
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Kickout by Lively.

The Xtreme champion rolls over to his knees only to catch a whipping kick to the chin from Level One. Lively slumps over sideways to the mat as the former world champion looks down at Michael Lively in disgust. These two hate each other and it's no secret to anyone in the building. The man controlling the pace right at the moment drops down and begins pumling Lively's face with a few fists of fury, before locking in a headlock cranking on the hold with extreme malice. Lively puts his arms out trying to feel around for the ropes but the ring general Level One knows his position before sinking in any move. Lively manages to make it up to one knee and drive an elbow in the gut of his dominator. Level One gasps with the blow, and then eats another shot which allows Lively to make it to his feet. Lively then powers up hosting the man in the air ready to deliver a back body drop. Level One transitions in the air, jams his thumbs into the eye of Lively who just falls to the ground screaming. Level One crashes down ontop of Lively and offers up a few more fists before standing up. He slinks down waiting for Michael to stand up so he can punish him some more. The JESUS makes it up, and Level One charges toward Lively. The Xtreme champion turns around just as he is about to eat a full force spear and drives a knee into the face of his opponent sending him crashing to the mat like a wild Bear shot with a riffle.

Lively stumbles back from the force of the shot and clutches the rope keeping his balance. He has been the victim of quite the offensive strike and knows this is his chance to swing the momentum his direction. The man turns his hips sideways waiting like a viper for his prey to rise up. Level One shakes off some cobb webs and stands up. As he does a perfectly placed superkick hits him square on the chin. Level One flies backward on the mat hitting his head on the bottom rope and hanging partially out of the ring. Lively rushes over leap frogs over the top rope and lands with a leg drop across the throat of his competition. The fans roaring and on their feet not missing a moment of this opening contest.

Harvey: Say what you like about these two guys' attitudes, they're rotten, but they sure can go in the ring!

Chase: You're not going to see competition like this anywhere else!

Lively slides back into the ring drags the feet of his opponent bringing him back from under the ropes. Lively drops a nasty elbow to the spine of Level One, and then jumps airborn landing with a knee drop to follow it up. Lively then picks his opponent up in a back body drop setting him on the top turnbuckles. Lively steps through the apron run along it laddering up the ropes and drives a sideways driving knee shot to the face of the former True Expert. Level falls backwards with his feet caught keeping hi tied to the tree of woe. Lively back flips off the top with a sit out drop kick in the face of LO freeing him from the tree.

Lively up rather fast slaps himself on the chest and starts jaw jacking with the fans for a brief moment. He then kicks the back of Level Ones head before spitting on a kid in the front row and offering up the mother of that child a single bird salute. The Xtreme champion hoists up his opponent on his shoulders, runs to the middle of the ring and plants him with a Death Valley Driver and goes for the cover, 1
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Kickout by Level-One.

Harvey: It's going to take way more than that to put away Level-One! In fact, the only person who's really ever been able to pin Level-One is Pence Weatherlight!

Chase: I bet you just love that fact, don't you?

This match is far from over as these two never shows signs of quiting once engaged in a match of this calibur. Lively showing slight frustration as he has never been able to defeat the man we call Level-One. The champion rises to his feet and ducks down with his hips turned sideways once more. Level-One stirs to his feet as the JESUS charges with a superkick once more. Knowing better this time Level-One catches th boot spins Lively around and takes his head off witha big Boot of his own. The impact of the boot cracks loud as the crowd responds with suprise and Lively just clutches his chin. Level-One this time leans on the ropes trying to steady himself and get his mind ready for the next attack. He staggers out as Lively gets to his feet. Level One possums up a bit and just as Lively moves in he sntaches him up and over with a brutal spine buster. Lively arches his back in pain as Level-One hooks the legs rolling up the JESUS, 1
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Lively kicks out. Level-One just smirks as he knows no matter what mentally he still has the advantage over Lively as he has never lost to the JESUS. The man gets to his feet dragging Lively up as well, and with his arm hooked around Lively's neck he drops the Xtreme champion with a Orton Back Breaker. Level One then waits in the corner for his opponent to make it up. Lively does just that, and Level One charges at him with another big boot. Lively ducks under hitting the ropes and tries for a double sit out drop kick. Level One catches the mans legs lets his back crash to the mat and quickly spins him over in a boston crab submission. Lively writhing in pain begins clawing at the mat trying to make it to the ropes so the hold can be broken. After a few moments of trying the JESUS does just that ending his torture. Level One released the hold as Lively scooted out of the ring trying to gather his thoughts. He clutches his back not looking at his opponent. Level One sees an opportunity and takes it by running at Lively suicide diving through the ropes. Lively felt his man coming ans stepped aside leding a helping hand as Level One waded it up into the barrier.

Lively adds a few boots to the injured man as it is now Level One writhing in pain from the crash and burn he just suffered. Lively snags him up and rolls him into the ring. He follows him in and hooks his head between his legs. The JESUS motions for the Lions Bite (Canadian Destroyer), front flips and lands the pile driver. Level One dropped out on the mat motionless as Lively rolls over for the arrogant pin, counting in the air with the ref as his back lays on LO, 1
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Level-One hooks Livelys arms and rolled him up reversing the pinfall on the JESUS, 1
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Kickout by Lively.

Chase: Level-One almost caught Lively there!

Harvey: This has been a hard fought contest by both men!

Both men scramble to their feet, meet in the middle exchanging blows. It seems a sudden burst of energy has come over both these men and a sense of urgenincy to finsih their opponent off must be fueling this rage. Both men land back and forth shots then pause turning around, and then at the exact same time attempt a Pele Kick. Both missing landing on their feet and sitting out forward each driving a boot in the others face as the turned around. Both men fall to the mat as the fans threaten the intgrity of the roofs structure by cheering so loud. The ref begins to count as both men are flat on their backs. 1
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Both men kip up to their feet, hit opposite sides of the ropes springing off and both collide with a cross body attempt from each of them. Once again the ref begins the count as the fans scream fro more action. As the ref gets to six this go around Level One is up to his feet, the man bends down to grab Lively up by the hair but the JESUS sinks in a triangle choke on his opponent. Level One looks to be in danger as the ref looks on very clossly to see any signs of fadding from the former Ture Expert. With serious power Lively is hoisted in the air by Level One, and violently power bombed to the mat. Level One falls to his side gasping for air, and happy his desperation move paid off. After a few seconds both men stager to their feet again. Lively dirves a boot in the gut of LO, and then pulls off a nice lifting impact DDT. He rolls the former world champion over and looks at the top ropes with a devilsh grin on his face. Lively then jumps to the top rope stands in the air dragging his thumb across his throat.

Harvey: Looks like Lively wants to put this away!

He quickly strikes the I am JESUS pose, before leaping off with his shooting star leg drop called the PRELUDE.

Lively lans right across the throat of Level One and hooks one leg for the pin. His head bobbing with each slam of the refs hand, 1
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Level One managed to get a foot on the rope! The fans in the arena are shocked, Lively is shocked even the ref seems to be a little miffed that Level One managed to escape what seemed to be shear end with the Prelude. Lively pissed shoves the ref back telling him that should have been three. The ref lets Lively know that he got his foot on the rope. Level One stumbles to his feet as Lively still argues with the ref. Lively turns around into a boot, and then his arms are tied up, and before he knows it the Xtreme champion is upside down on the back of Level One. LO drops Lively violently with his Level Advance (Gringo Killah) and hooks the leg for the pin, 1
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3! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Level-One

Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Level-One!

“Put You On Game” hits the speakers as the ref raises Level-One's arm in victory. He has a scowl across his face despite his victory.

Chase: That's Level-One's third win in a row since RassleMania! I don't see why he's being denied a shot at the championship!

Harvey: It's because he has a bad attitude! Level-One may be skilled in the ring, but he flat out sucks in his interpersonal skills!

At this point, the music stops, and “Spaceman,” by The Killers, plays. The crowd boos as Biggs and Ellie enter from the back. Biggs is dressed in a nice suit, with a light blue shirt and a dark blue tie, while Ellie wears a light green dress with a dark green coat. She also has a green headband. They are flanked by security guards, and Biggs has a mic in hand.

Biggs: Level-One, congrats on beating Lively. I know that this is a big win for you, but the fact of the matter is that I still cannot grant you a World Championship match. But even if I could, I don't think anyone would fault me for not granting you that match, especially after your actions last week! Why should I reward you for not only severly injuring my limo driver, but also for attacking Livley just because you didn't get your way earlier in the night? The fact is, Level-One, that last week, I had only the best of intentions for our meeting after Overdrive, but then you had to go and beat my personal limo driver up. You're lucky that I was able to convince him not to press charges and not to sue you or APW for your actions. It was at a great cost to myself, but that's besides the point. The point is that you are running around here, doing whatever you please, hurting whoever you have to in order to get what you want. President Jeff may have allowed Pence Weatherlight to get away with that, but I'm not going to let you do the same!

By this point, Level-One has grabbed a mic.

Level-One: So you're going to compar...

All of a sudden, Level-One's mic goes dead.

Biggs: I told the production crew to kill any mic that you got your hands on Level-One, because this isn't a time for you to talk, it's a time for you to listen! I hate the fact that I have to make an example out of you, Level-One, but I have to send a message to the boys in the back that there are some lines that just can't be crossed while I'm in charge! Level-One, last week, you lost control of yourself, and considering how dangerous you are when you are in control, I can only imagine the damage you can do without what little restraint you do have. With that in mind, I am hereby ejecting you from the arena for the remainder of tonight's Overdrive! Go down there, men, and remove him from my ring!

At this point, about a dozen security guards head down the ramp towards the ring. Level-One gets in a defensive stance, ready to take them on.

Biggs: Nuh-uh, Level-One! If you lay one hand on the security guards, I will not only suspend you, but I will make sure that so long as I am in control of Overdrive, that you do not get another title match!

Level-One glares angrily at Biggs, but relectantly follows instruction, allowing the guards to direct him out of the ring and up the ramp. As he nears Biggs, he fakes a lunge at him, trying to indimidate the GM. Biggs jumps back a bit, prompting Level-One to smile a bit. The security guards take Level-One backstage.

Biggs: Let this be a message to all the Mega Stars in APW! You will be held accountable for your actions! Specifically, Pence Weatherlight, I want you to know that I have my eyes on you. You may have been able to pull the same kind of crap that Level-One pulled last week to get your title shot at RassleMania, but now that I'm in charge, you'll be held to a higher standard! That goes for everyone in the back!

The crowd boos as “Spaceman” plays again, and Biggs and Ellie disappear to the back. The camera shifts up to Harvey and Chase at the announce table.

Chase: I don't see why the crowd is booing Biggs! He's restoring order and harmony to APW! Granted, I know it's got to hurt him to have to do that to Level-One, especially considering how much he respects Level-One's talents.

Harvey: Biggs isn't issuing this mandate to better APW, he's issuing it to assert his authority. Still, he did manage to eject Level-One from the building, so I have no complaints over that. Maybe he's not as bad of a GM as I thought!

[biggs]

Shane West: Welcome back everyone to Thursday Night OverDrive. What a hell of a show it's been so far! It's still early in the night, and while you're all still paying attention, we've got Leila Ferrahi here to help us all understand what happened last week at the end of her match.

Shane turns in his seat to face Leila, who looks largely unimpressed. She stares at him with a look of contempt, disgusted with his casual manner. Typical of men these days: No respect or reverence for a woman. Who knows how he treats women when he's not being paid to be an absolute sleaze? Regardless, Shane is oblivious to all this. He smiles at her, stares at her khimar, then realises what he is doing and glances down at his question sheet.

Shane: Leila, welcome. Your match last week, congratulations on the victory. It raised a lot of questions, I believe, for the followers of APW. First up: You fought a little dirty. Is that how you'd generally classify your style?

Leila sits up, indignant. Her? Fight dirty? What would this microphone-jockey know about fighting dirty? Or fighting at all. Leila Shakes her head at him, looks away to compose herself - to keep her respect for herself - then rests back in her seat.

Leila Ferrahi: Shane, to the average person in APW, or to the general wrestling fan who hasn't seen my career, I might have given the appearance of fighting dirty. But truth be told, it wasn't. I fought hard, and I fought tough. I'll admit to that. But with my career, with my life, I have had to. I have been forced to fight like that to make something of myself. I've had to fight my whole life. Not just in wrestling. My family had to fight our way out of Iran. We had to fight our way across to the other side of the world to make a life for ourselves. And when we thought we had found somewhere where we could rest, relax, and establish ourselves, what did we find? Nothing but the same hatred, the same discrimination, the same behaviours that had driven us there. So, as I said, I had to fight hard. If Alyssa wasn't prepared to fight as hard, then she has no place in the same ring as me. She should have expected me to take everything I have to her. If she didn't, well, she's learned a lesson. Though, whether she remembers it after the next shiny thing distracts her I don't know.

Shane: I guess it would be a lesson that everyone could take about having to face you, yeah? {Leila nods} Ok then. How about the end of your match? All over the forums and the gossip sheets people have been asking what happened. I don't want to preempt the truth, so in your own words, what happened?

Leila: Last week, I was assaulted. I was abused. I was attacked but what everyone thought was some random from the crowd. Or maybe some debuting diva trying to make a name for herself in taking out the number one woman on the APW roster. If you were thinking that, you were wrong. So very wrong. If you want the truth - the whole truth - then you're asking the right person Shane. Because if you ask her, you will get some well-spun story that doesn't say a bad word against her, and shifts all the blame onto Leila. As if you're expecting anything less from that two-bit hussy.

Shane: Who was that woman Leila?

Leila: That woman - that thing - that attacked me was someone that was from my past. And I had really hoped she was going to stay there. Her name is Sally Talfourd, and we have a bit of a past from the last company we both were employees of: the Professional Wrestling Association. It started six months ago, when Sally started on her path of mutual destruction. She was determined to end her own career and, because she had it out for me, mine as well. Why did she come after me? I really can't tell you. She is a delusional, unbalanced, and immoral woman. She has no grasp of reality with no inherent idea of what is right and what is wrong. She's an unbalanced lunatic! She has no idea about what she is doing. I not only fear for my own safety when she's around me, I fear for her own. Maybe because I know how hard I've had to push her to keep her away before. And that didn't work. The last time we faced off, the last time I pushed her back, I gave it my all. I left her a bloody shell of herself in the centre of the ring. And she is still coming after me! She is still trying to assault me with no good cause! How sane - how in control - do you think this woman really is if she continues to come after me after everything I've done to get her away?

Shane: So it would be safe to say you've got a bit of a rough history with each other?

Leila glares at Shane, with a look reading like "Did you not just listen to what I just said?". Shane waits for a response, gets nothing, then moves on.

Shane: I'll take your silence as a maybe. Ok, so if she's this insane woman, why have you got a violent past with her? Why would you take on someone like this? And have you treated her the same way as Alyssa?

Leila: First thing I want to say is that everything I've ever done to her has been in the defense of myself. I have only ever laid a hand on her when she has come after me. Which she did, a lot. For the past six months she's found dozens of ways to undermine me, to threaten my career, to threaten my life! We faced each other in the final four pay per views at PWA. Four pay per views! Can you imagine the torture we put each other through?

Leila lets out a long sigh, falling back in her chair and staring up at the ceiling. Even with all that ranting, the look on Leila is a worried one. Not worried that Sally has come to APW but rather that something bigger than the both of them has been allowed to continue. This bloody feud that the two are locked in, going on and on.

Leila: I really thought that I was able to make a break from the past by coming to the APW. Of course, I expected to get the raw end of every deal. I expected to have to prove myself twice as much as, say, the blond-haired, doe-eyed, D-cup diva that walks through the door. I expect that sort of treatment. What else can you expect in a society that openly shuns and promotes a culture of discrimination and bigotry. But the last thing I expected - or ever wanted - was for that ditch-dwelling diva Sally to come into the APW. I never wanted to see her strut in here, thinking she's the best of the best, the queen bee. But in she blows - like the whore she is, coming off a seedy breeze - and the first thing she does is return to the same place that we left on.

She could have moved on. She could have moved on, like me. I was the better woman and had left that all behind. I had parted ways with my PWA past and that was it. I washed my hands of it all. But could she be as moral? Could Sally be as refined and forgiving? Of course she couldn't. She lived down to every expectation that I had of her. She was nothing but a two-dime whore to begin with. Now she's less than even that. She isn't worthy to live on the sole of my shoe. She is the disgraceful daughter and sister to a shamed family.

Shane: So you two seem to have brought your feud into APW?

Leila: No! I did not bring this here. I wanted to get away from Sally. She brought it here. She has continued this beyond what it should have been. And now, now I have to fend for myself. Because I know that she will come after me with all the hate the she harbours for all these months. She hates me with an intense and never-ending malice, and that's what's driven her to come after me. I didn't bring this feud here, but I will surely end it here. I have always been beyond Sally's ability. I have proved it before and I promise you, and everyone watching this, that I will prove it again.

Shane: Well, that's as good a place as any to end this interview. Thanks for joining us Leila and good luck here at APW. That's it from us here. Now, back to the action!

[biggs]

APW switches back to a shot of the arnea. The fans roar with hatred as the sight of Michael Lively apears on the tron. That smug look on his face that apears during a win or a loss that sends out the aura that he feels ultimately that he is the essence of perfection drives many people mad with fury, except the select few that have grown over the past few weeks that seem to take Michael Lively as their true savior of wrestling. None the less the JESUS wears the Xtreme title over his shoulder with pride while his free hand rubs the bottom of his chin the stuble of his five o clock shadow makes a scratching noise as he lets out a silly chuckle. The man looks down at his diciple Lil Dick before starting in.

Lively: Tonight the APW thinks once again it has found itself two worthy men to challenge for my title. Never have they been more wrong...Bobby King and some slap dick named Jim Steel.

Lively pauses for a moment, looks at Lil Dick then laughs uncontrolably.

Lively: You can't be serious, these two nobodies, these two jackal dicks are fighting for a shot at my title come Mayhem. Please, for once I am going to excpet this mis calculation by the bookers as a token of appreciation for all I have done in this company. You are looking at the most decorated man in APW, the first grand slam champion and possibly ONLY to ever step foot inside an APW ring. So thank you very much...

The fans inside the arena then break loose into the classic "F*CK YOU JESUS" chant. Lively just smiles as he lifts his head in the air eating up the rumblings echoeing all the way back in the bowels of the arena where he is being filmed.

Lively: Tonight I will except my cake walk challenger to the Xtreme title with open arms, I will offer up a first hand congrats the new number one contender with a Michael Lively style warm welcome, and in that moment the winner of tonights match will know that the pile of shit he just stepped in has gone over their head, and stems from the Hottest Sh*t Going!!!

With that the fans roar obsenities and spew venom as Lively strikes the I am JESUS pose on the tron as we go back to ringside for the next match.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is an Xtreme Rules match to determine the #1 Contender for the Xtreme Championship!

The fans cheer at this announcement, but the cheers turn to boos as Europe's “The Final Countdown” hits the speakers and Bobby King emerges from the back.

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 232 pounds, from Detroit, Michigan, “The Motor City Mystery” Bobby King!

Harvey: Bobby King picked up a huge win over Mark Moment last week to make his APW debut, and now, he's already in a match to become the Number One Contender for Michael Lively's Xtreme Championship!

Chase: Well, Biggs said last week that he sees great things in Bobby King, so it doesn't surprise me one bit!

Bobby King walks down the entrance ramp and once he gets to the bottom of the ramp he stops and raises his arms out to the side in the air with a cocky look on his face at the crowd, he climbs up onto the apron and turns back facing the entrance and once again holds his arms in the air to the sides. After that he springs over the ropes into the ring and stands in the middle of the ring with a cocky smirk on his face.

Fireworks erupt and Jim Steel runs through them and hits the ring carrying a steel chair. Fans give mixed reaction to him.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 330 pounds, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, “Hardcore” Jim Steel!

Right as Steel enters the ring, he pops up to his feet, and goes at King with the chair! King dodges out of the way as the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Bobby King vs. “Hardcore” Jim Steel
#1 Contender for the APW Xtreme Championship

Harvey: It looks like Steel doesn't want to waste any time getting this match going!

Jim Steel is swinging the steel chair wildly in the ring, but King manages to avoid the shots, rolling out of the ring quickly to draw the beserking Steel towards him. As Steel starts to make his way out of the ring, King jumps onto the barricade and leaps off, nailing Steel with a Dropkick right as he gets out onto the apron! This causes Steel spring back into the ropes, launching him off into to the arena floor! Bobby King grabs the chair that Steel dropped, and begins to go to town on Jim Steel with the chair! Each smash echoes throughout the arena, and after seven hits, King gets down to one knee, grabbing Steel by the hair, sliding the chair beneath his face and slamming Steel's face into the chair multiple times before rolling him over onto his back and hooking the leg,
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Not even a one count! King stays on the attack, giving Steel a couple of punches to the face before getting back up and pulling Steel up by the hair! On the way up, Steel shoves King back first into the apron, and as King stumbles forward a bit, Steel nails him with a Hard Clothesline!

Harvey: He just about clotheslined King right out of his boots!

Chase: These two have a huge opportunity here tonight!

Harvey: That's your “no-duh” comment for the night.

As King regains his composure, Steel rips away the padding, exposing the concrete floor beneath! He then wields the now dented chair, raising it high above his head before swinging it down to crack King right in the face! Steel hits with such force that King is immediately busted wide open! He then grabs the slightly dazed King by the head and pulls him up, lifting him into a Vertical Suplex position before pulling him down in for a Suplex, delivering the Steel Driver right into the concrete! Steel goes for the pin, 1
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Harvey: I thought that this one would be over with that, but King holds on!

Chase: Like I said earlier, both of these men have a huge opportunity here tonight, and neither one wants to let it slip away!

Steel gets up to his feet, leaving King laid out, and grabs a hold of the steel steps, kicking the top half off before grabbing the bottom steps and lifting them up. As he walks over to the downed King, BK whips his legs around and trips Steel up, causing him to fall face first into the steps he's carrying! King gets up to his feet, and taunts Steel and the fans by flexing before getting back into the ring. As Steel slowly gets to his feet, King gets a running start, leaping onto the ropes and springing off to the outside, trying to catch Steel with a Hurricarana! However, Steel uses his size and strength advantage, and doesn't go down, lifting King up into powerbomb position before giving him a Jack Knife Powerbomb across the steel barricade! King grabs his back and convulses in pain on the floor!

Harvey: What a sicking move by Steel there! He may have broken King's back with that!

As King lays in pain on the concrete, Steel rolls him onto his belly, and grabs him in for his Camel Clutch/Chicken Wing combination, The Dreadlock! King screams out in pain, and tries to tough it out, but after a short while, he has no choice but to tap out! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Jim Steel

Paige: Here is your winner, by submission, and the new #1 Contender for the APW Xtreme Championship, “Hardcore” Jim Steel!

“Thunderstruck” blares as the ref raises Steel's arm in victory. Steel has a very pleased look on his face as he looks down at his handiwork. King is still holding his back in pain as the ref checks on him.

Chase: Jim Steel showed tonight just how dangerous he can really be! What he may lack in finesse he more than makes up for with sheer brutality!

Harvey: The turning point in the match was easily the Jack Knife to the barricade! I don't care how tough or talented you are, back injuries are serious business! I don't begrudge King tapping at all...

As Jim Steel's arm is hoisted high in the air the fans scream for the new challenger to the Xtreme championship. Their adoration quickly spins to hate as Michael Lively storms down the ramp. Lively places the Xtreme title on the ring apron as he quickly slides in the ring under the bottom rope. He gets to his feet standing behind Jim Steel waiting like a snake ready to strike. Steel turns around to a stiff viscious super kick from the champion that lays him out cold in the center of the ring. Lively picks up the Xtreme title tucks it in his waist band letting it dangle between his legs. Lively then stradles over top of Steel's face letting the belt dangle their as if it where his fruit bag as he strikes the I am JESUS pose over the man set to challenge him for that very championship.

Lively then gets handed a microphone from his new diciple Sabur's Lil Dick who has made his way down to the ring. The JESUS bends down getting in the unconscious face of Jim Steel.

Lively: Welcome to the big time sunshine, you have just entered a world in which you are not ready. You are facing a man that you have no right facing. You are but a small kitten lost in the woods, and the Big Bad Wolf is ready to gulp down an afternoon snack...nothing better then a little PUSSY!!!!

APW fades to a commercial break.

[biggs]

Harvey: Before we get to our next match, I'm getting word from the back that they've been instructed by “The Great Gordie” Gorden Heath to show this video.

Shot opens inside a studio, where we see Shaun Kilgore, dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt with long navy blue sleeves with the Sportsradio 1310 the Ticket logo on the front. For some odd reason, there's a vacant movie director style chair across from Shaun.

Shaun Kilgore: Fans of APW, as you may have heard, I was slated for a very special interview here tonight. However, I've seen the less than stellar work of the so-called broadcasters here in APW. Well, seeing as that I'm "The Showstopper," only someone who was truly qualified to interview me could be allowed to have such a privilege? Mean Gene Okerlund? Nah, he'd start trying to tell me to call his 900 number to find out which wrestler was defecting to which promotion. Joey Styles? He'd be doing the same thing, find a way to take a shot at Dubya-C-Dubya, all while screaming "OH MY GOD!" like a hyena. Todd Pettengill? Sorry, I don't talk to douchers. Craig DeGeorge? I don't even know if he's still alive? Lord Alfred Hayes? I know for sure he's not alive, and even if he was, all he would do is tell us that "promotional consideration, paid for by the following." So after a long and thorough search, I found the only man qualified to interview "The Showstopper." Ladies and gentlemen.... "The Showstopper" Shaun Kilgore!

Through some special effects and trick photography, we see Shaun Kilgore, dressed rather dapper in navy blue slacks, a navy blue sports coat and white shirt under the coat, walk into the studio, grinning from ear to ear as he's holding what looks to be a large pad with a list of questions. He takes his seat in the vacant movie director style chair.

Shaun Kilgore: Shaun, thank you so much for taking time out of your busy schedule to interview moi.

Shaun Kilgore: Oh, it's no big deal, really. So let's start this interview off, shall we?

Shaun Kilgore: Yes, let's.

Shaun Kilgore: First off, you had a tough match against Hardcore Jim Steel, but you were able to pull off the victory, with the Ender no less. Did you pull any muscles after you had locked Jim in the Iron Claw, then used all your might to lift him up in the air and slam him down to the canvas? After all, he's a rather large individual.

Shaun Kilgore: That's not what his wife told me after the show.

Both Shauns laugh and guffaw at the rather lame put-down.

Shaun Kilgore: I kid, I kid... Not really, but that's besides the point. Anyway, on a more serious note, I am happy to report that I did not pull any muscles lifting Jim up and slamming him down with the Ender, and thank goodness because his wife and I couldn't have had any fun if I had strained any muscles.

Shaun Kilgore: Now Shaun, you're accustomed to headlining shows, being the star attraction. However, in your APW debut, not only were you not the main event, you were the opening match. I can imagine how upset you were about such an injustice.

Shaun Kilgore: To say I was upset would be an understatement. However, I heeded the advice of my manager, "The Excellent Gordie" Gordon Heath, as well as my trainers, the Sports Nutz, and fueled my anger in a positive direction. I used it to motivate myself to go out there and not just do my very best. I mean, anyone can do their best, but if they never get to say "Hello win column," then what's the point? Anyway, as I was saying, I used the anger of being shunned from the main event, or at least of being in the ring with main event caliber talent and motivated myself to go out there and defeat the Shawn Bradley action figure known as Jim Steel.

Shaun Kilgore: Now with your first big win behind you, you look ahead to bigger and better things. What would you say is in the future for you now?

Shaun Kilgore: Well, obviously, becoming the APW World Heavyweight Champion is my ultimate goal. But something that I would love to do is to win all the championship gold in APW that I can. Yes, I am "The Showstopper" and love being in main events, but something people forget is that if I'm not in the main event, I'll still be happy if I'm facing main event talent. The way I see it, if you're a champion, you get title shots. What I mean is, you win the Xtreme Championship or the Overdrive Championship, then Biggs has to look at you as a possible contender to the World Championship, which makes you main event caliber talent. In fact, a goal of mine right now is to become a Triple Crown Champion here in APW.

Shaun Kilgore: Shaun, it's been a pleasure to interview you. Good luck here in APW.

Shaun Kilgore: Thank you. Thank you so very much!

Shot switches over to the broadcast location, where Darren Harvey is rolling his eyes and shaking his head while Johnny Chase is laughing so hard that he almost can't talk.

Harvey: What is so damn funny about that?!

Chase: That is so awesome! The talent of "The Showstopper" Shaun Kilgore to be able to turn himself into two different people just so he could interview himself! That is just awesome!

Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall.

"Ecstasy of Gold" hits over the loudspeakers, and the fans rise to their feet, booing the Sports Nutz out of the building. "The Excellent Gordie" Gordon Heath leads George Dunpork and Craig "Senior" Mueller out to the ring, with George and Craig looking ever so ridiculous in their entrance attire, with George wearing a Dallas Cowboys football helmet, but with a red circle and slash over the star, and Craig wearing hockey helmet with a visor and a black San Antonio Spurs basketball warm-up suit, with the Ghostbusters style circle slash through the Spurs logo.

Paige: Making there way to the ring the team of George Dun pork & Craig Muller. They are The Sports Nutz!!

Harvey: Their friend Shaun Kilgore was successful last week in his debut match, and tonight, The Sports Nutz get their debut!

Chase: These clowns look like they're old enough to be my father!

George and Craig are carrying open bags of peanuts with them. As they walk down to the ring, they take continuously take the peanuts out of the bag, hurling them at the fans at ringside

Paige: And making their way to the ring the Red Shield Mafia!!

Chase: Bryan Payne got lucky against the Red Shield Mafia last week! It was a fluke!

Harvey: I'm sure the Mafia would agree with you. But the fact is, lucky or not, Payne got the roll up on Kingston to win the match!

All three members of the Red Shield Mafia make there way out to the ramp as “Forever” by Drake plays over the PA. All three members do there own single pose on the ramp before walking down towards the ring. All three members reach the bottom of the ramp before climbing up onto the apron and entering the ring as the bell sounds, DING! DING! DING!

Red Shield Mafia vs. The Sports Nutz

As the match starts out, Mannie and Valentine look at Kingston and motion for him to leave the ring. He steps out through the ropes.

Harvey: This match was scheduled to be JR Kingston and Diamante Valentine, but it looks like Young Mannie is taking Kingston's place tonight!

The match starts as George Dunpork & Young Mannie start off the match as we see JR Kingston standing on the floor while Diamante Valentine is on the apron. Both Mannie & Dunpork lock up in the middle of the ring as Mannie takes Dunpork down with a quick arm drag locking it into an arm bar as Dunpork fights to get to his feet while Mannie keeps the pressure on Dunpork. Dunpork works his way to his feet scoring with a few elbows that knocks Mannie away long enough for Dunpork to score with a hard clothesline before making the tag to Craig Muller. Muller enters the ring and drills Mannie with a clothesline following up with a second as Mannie finally rolls towards his corner tagging in Valentine who comes into the ring and drills Muller with a forearm to the face

Harvey: The opening moments of this match have seen a few quick tags. I wonder how long it will take for the third member of the Red Shield Mafia to get involved?

Valentine whips Muller into the ropes as Kingston grabs Muller’s foot tripping him to the mat as we hear the fans booing. Valentine goes on the attack kicking and stomping Muller as the referee gets onto Kingston who is confessing he did nothing. Valentine grabs Muller dragging him to the corner as he tags in Mannie who climbs to the top rope as Valentine lifts Muller up holding him in place as Mannie drills Muller with an elbow to the shoulder. Muller crashes to the mat as Mannie rolls him over and goes for the cover

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Harvey: He almost had him there!

Chase: The Red Shield Mafia is showing some impressive team work here tonight!

Mannie looks at the referee as he tells him it was a two count. Mannie grabs Muller applying a rear chin lock keeping Muller grounded to the mat. Muller tries to get the crowd into the match as he fights to his feet scoring with a few elbows freeing himself from Mannie as he makes the tag to Dunpork who comes into the ring and begins cleaning house as Dunpork drops Mannie with a right hand. Valentine enters the ring and gets dropped by Dunpork as well with another right hand. Muller enters the ring and offers his partner help as he grabs Valentine and throws him out to the floor following him out to the floor as Dunpork & Mannie continue fighting. Dunpork whips Mannie into the corner charging into the corner but Mannie gets a foot up catching Dunpork with a boot to the face. Mannie climbs up to the middle rope as Dunpork staggers backwards as Mannie leaps off the middle rope scoring with a missile dropkick that drops Dunpork to the mat as Mannie scrambles to make the cover

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Muller continues to work over Mannie as we see Kingston climb onto the apron distracting the referee as we see Valentine enter the ring behind the back of the referee. Valentine grabs Dunpork turning him around as he looks to deliver River Stix but Dunpork shoves him away and charges at Valentine connecting with Quarterback Sack as Valentine falls to the mat rolling out to the floor. Dunpork gets to his feet taunting Valentine as Mannie gets to his feet spinning Dunpork around as he connects with D.B.M. and rolls him over going for the cover but the referee is still distracted by Kingston

Chase: Mannie has Dunpork down and thanks to Kingston he can’t get the pin.

Harvey: The Red Shield Mafia have never met an unfair advantage they wouldn't take!

Muller slides into the ring grabbing Mannie from behind as he picks him up and connects with the Five Minute Major. Muller grabs Dunpork and places him over Mannie as he climbs out of the ring as the referee turns around and makes the count

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Winner: The Sports Nutz

Paige: Here are your winners George Dunpork & Craig Muller. The Sports Nutz!!!

Harvey: It looks like The Red Shield Mafia's cheating turned back on them as the distraction allowed Muller to come in and hit his finisher while the ref wasn't looking!

Chase: A big win for senior citizens everywhere with The Sports Nutz's victory here tonight.

Valentine and Kingston drag Mannie out of the ring as The Sports Nutz celebrate their win. However, as soon as The Nutz turn their backs, The RSM slide back into ring and jump them from behind, clubbing them viciously! Kingston gives Dunpork a vicious low blow before delivering the Last Supper, while Nero takes Muller down with The River Stix! The Red Shield Mafia stand triumphantly over the downed Sports Nutz, pleased with their handiwork, but all of a sudden, Shaun Kilgore comes tearing down the ramp, and The RSM gets out of dodge as he hits the ring! Kilgore checks his friends while the Red Shield Mafia strut arrogantly up the ramp.

[biggs]

Overdrive comes back from the commercial break with the crowd loving every moment of the show so far. The camera pans across all the filled seats, people waving their signs and jumping up and down as they appear on the screens. The television feed suddenly begins to flicker, then fills with static. The static fades out to black .... black .... then ....

"Sally Talfourd presents ..."

is written across the screen, fades out, then

"In association with Action Packed Wrestling: Thursday Night Overdrive"

is next to appear, holds, then fades out for

"Happy Endings T.V."

written across the background before it fades out and taking up the shot is just some woman. Well, not just some woman. Not just any woman. It's Sally Talfourd. THE Sally Talfourd. Wait, who's Sara Jacobs? Well, you'll find out soon enough. And when you do, she might just become the face you look forward to appearing on your television week in, week out. Or maybe you'll just change the channel when you see her coming. Who am I to tell you who to like and who not to. Anyway, there's Sally, standing in camera shot. What's she wearing? It looks as though she's just arrived to the show, dressed in casual clothes: a plaid skirt, a white shirt that has a flared collar, and upturned cuffs, and is buttoned up except the last few, so you can see a bit of midriff, high heels, looking like a treat. Moving up, her make-up: red lipstick, a touch of blush and she's gone heavy on the eye-shadow (blue). Her hair is pulled back into something simple. And that's what you're looking at: Sally Talfourd. The red light on the camera must have lit up, causing Sara to do the same. She smiles, a slight tilt of the head, and then she bring the microphone she's holding to just below her lips, and then begins her very first episode. What a huge moment huh?

[Sally] Hi guys and girls, and welcome to Happy Endings T.V. I'm your beautiful, talented and lovely host, Sally Talfourd. Straight out of Seattle, Washington. Though, tonight, I come to your from Boise, Idaho. And what a great city it is. I've had the day to have a look around, take in the sites. It really is a great city. And the people here are just so amazing and welcoming. It's really been a great place to get started.

Pretty girls can sound so sincere and believable, can't they? Without breaking her smile, Sally manages to get all that out much to the appreciation of the crowd who, while still having no idea who this woman is, cheer her on for the praise of the city. Sally pauses a moment to take it in, then returns to her little interview.

[Sally] Now I bet a few of you astute and switched-on people are saying "Hey, I've seen this chick before! But I can't remember where. Please, Mystery Woman, remind me! Please! Please remind me! I need to know!" Don't worry, I'll tell you. Don't get so worked up! *Sally, who got worked up herself in her imitation of the crowd, calms herself down. She composes herself, adjusting her shirt and drawing some hair behind her ears* OK, yes my name is Sally Talfourd, but I am probably better know to the APW as that woman who came in at the end of Leila Farrahi's and Alyssa Morenna's match. Yes, I was that woman that saved Alyssa from that totally outrageous attack by Leila at the end of their match. *Sally puts on a faux-embarrassed look, holding a hand to her chest and looking away from the camera* Now now, no need to thank me. It's just what I do. I am just that good a person I guess.

Sally shakes off the play-acting and looks down the camera all serious now. She begins to walk around the room she's in, making her way over to a couch that looks terribly comfortable. She sits down, crosses her legs and straightens out her dress. The camera-person must follow her as we get a closer to Sally, who still has the stoic look on her face. She looks back at the camera.

[Sally] But all games aside, there is some serious undertones to my actions last week. I have to be completely honest: I didn't go out to fight Leila off purely for Alyssa's sake. Like, I'm never going to sit by and watch someone like Leila take out her issues on a defenseless opponent when I can do something. But the truth is, I went out there for myself. You see, Leila and I know each other. We have a bit of a history. And I know she's spoken to you all tonight already, so I guess this is more of an opportunity to correct the record and set some facts straight. Because I promise you, what Leila said earlier tonight is sooo far from the truth.

You'll all get to know me over the coming weeks. I'll make a point to introduce myself to you, as well as my production team in the next few weeks so that you'll know me and know that I truly do fit in here at APW. Hopefully I'll come to be someone you think is worthy or a standing ovation, or buying tickets to see, or whatever. But for tonight, I think I've spoken about me enough. Like I said, I need to set some things straight for everyone out there.

If you listened to Leila, you would think we've only known each other for the past six months, and I have been this horrible, horrible person attacking her, trying to hurt her, trying to kill her. I can't tell you how far from the truth that is. Yes, the past six months between us have been hard-fought and often pain-filled. And, yeah, I guess at times I have tried to hurt her. I mean, last week doesn't do me any favors: I attacked Leila after her match.

But we haven't known each other for just six months. We've known each other for nearly two years now. And in the beginning, we had a lot of respect for each other. Early on in Leila's career at the the Professional Wrestling Alliance, the respect she had for me drove her to reach the top tiers of the company that I was competing at. And the respect that I had for her made me want bring her up to my level, to help develop her skills and her real talent to be able show the rest of the world that she had 'it'. And it was this respect that we had that turned into a real friendship. We fought with each other and for each other, and if we had to fight against each other we made sure it was clean and tough. Like, we were the tightest-knit pair that the company we were working at had. So it was no surprise that we would go on to win our company's tag team titles, and defend them successfully for eight months. We were the most celebrated and successful tag team that the PWA had.

Sally stops to stare off, sort of dreamily. All reminiscent and that for a time that isn't now. Here is where a nice little montage of clips would play: Sally and Leila winning their belts, crying, hugging, going through the tough times and the good. Banners and streamers in the wind. Confetti falling from the roof and the crowd all on their feet. But it's not that easy. Anyway, Sally looks back at the camera, trying her best not to show the emotions she's stirred up inside.

[Sally] I'm not here to, like, brag about title or achievements. Just to give a bit of a context, right? We were a great team. But something started to change with Leila. She started to fight a little too tough. She started to approach some lines that a respectable wrestler shouldn't approach. I didn't say anything. I thought, maybe, she was trying to prove something. Anyway, when it came around and we finally lost our belts, I had the unfortunate place of being pinned. Granted I had been hit by two chair shots, double-teamed, and ended up getting put out for a month with a shoulder injury. *Sally shrugs, an apathetic look to accompany* But I guess that didn't really matter to Leila. I mean, sure, she said that it didn't matter and that we were still a team. But I could tell that it wasn't. Every now and then, I'd get the blame for the loss. And when I faced her later, and her style had no respect for her opponent. It was all about domination, pain, hurting.

Some months later, we were both part of a gauntlet tournament for the PWA Women's Championship. Leila, to her credit, had gone on to win the title not much before the tournament came around. Going in, Leila was the favorite to win, but, unfortunately for her, I was the person who eliminated her clean. I won't mention the people she eliminated through some very questionable ways. Now I didn't go on to win the tournament and wonder if that had anything to do with what happened next. As I was headed backstage, in true Leila form, I was attacked, nearly put out for another month. She was livid that she had lost her title. For the following weeks she always talked me costing her every title she's every held. I tried to ignore it. I tried my best to zone her out. But it's hard to zone out attack after attack. When I came back, i was attacked again. And then the next week. And then the next week. I was attacked for a month, unable to actually finish a match. And you should know I didn't do anything like that through that whole time. I never attacked that bitch. I probably made a mistake in not doing anything, but we all learn.

We decided that the best way to settle it all was at the upcoming pay per view. Just a regular match. Unfortunately, we went the time limit. I guess Leila still wasn't happy, and she started to interfere in my matches again. We would settle on the next pay per view for a no time limit match so that this could finally end. I won, so of course this upset Sally all over again. She was kept away from me, but her various actions and words led to a rematch at the next pay per view, which she went on to win. Not content, Leila wanted the deciding match to play out at the next pay per view. There was so much hype! There was so much anticipation floating around the wrestling world to find out who would win this final match between the two. Who would win? Would the loser comply to the 'ladies agreement' prior that this was it between the two?

Sally, who looks like she's bought into the hype she's just spilled, is on the edge of her seat. She even knows how this story finishes and she's still buying it all.

[Sally] Then the PWA closed. Financial reasons or something to that effect. I couldn't see how it happened; we had the hottest feud going and it was raking in the cash! *Sally sighs, falling back into the couch. It's a disappointed-cross-relieved sigh. With a half-effort smile she looks back at the camera* So I thought it had all fallen apart and that the last thing anyone would see of our feud, and of Sally Talfourd, would be me, laying in the ring bloodied and unconscious after the final contract signing on the last show of PWA Weekly. But when I saw Leila had been signed to APW, and that she was running her mouth about God knows what, I had to call up Hurricane Jeff and plead to get my chance at Leila. Now I had full intentions of simply making my way to her after the show, expressing my disappointment in not getting the chance to face her in a final match. But *Sally lets a smile creep onto her face, a cheeky little grin* I guess I got a little distracted.

Sally lets out another sigh. This time relief, having got all that off her chest. She stretches her arms out, waking herself up as if she's been sitting here telling a story for what has been too long.

[Sally] So that was that. That's the baggage I'm bringing into APW. I guess it pays to be honest with you all so that, like, you know what's going on. The management here have been wonderful in letting me come in to finish what Leila and I have. And someone would be rude and disrespectful to not tell you the whole history between us. Because people need to know who they're dealing with, Leila. Leila, you can't make yourself out to be the victim of everyone else while I'm around. I know your story and I will make sure that everyone else knows it as well. But for now, no one is interested in your story anymore. They know you're a liar, and you're a cheat. And I can promise them that this won't be the last time they hear about you from me. But, for everyone out there, I think I'll let you get back to the action. Thanks for letting me say my piece, and I look forward to getting the chance to speak to everyone again. Thanks, and this is your Happy Ending!

Sally winks at the camera with a smile. The camera holds on Sally as she stands, straightens her skirt, then walks out of the camera's shot. The scene fades out to black, the

"Sally Talfourd"

is handwritten across the screen, in purple. This then fades out and the episode comes to a close. The screen fades out, static, and then Overdrive is back on!

[biggs]

“Cum On, Feel the Noise” is playing as Overdrive comes back from a commercial break. Mark Moment has joined Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase at the announce table.

Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Overdrive! We're joined at the announce table by the number one contender for the APW Overdrive Champion, Mark Moment! You have a very vested interest in this match!

Moment: That I do, Harvey! But before we go on, I just wanted to say thank you for letting me join you guys here at the announce table! I'm marking out at the chance to get to call a match!

Chase: This is going to be a long match...

Nicky Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Overdrive Championship!

A 2 second Jazz tune followed by Hero by Skillet

Paige: Making his way to the ring, from Chicago Illinois Jimmy Jazz!!

Chase: How do you feel about Jimmy Jazz getting a title match here tonight after you beat him two weeks ago?

Moment: It doesn't bother me at all. If Jazz somehow ends up winning this, then I'll face him at Mayhem. It makes no difference to me!

The Lights Dim and a smooth but short jazz tune plays. The music stops the lights come back on and suddenly Hero by skillet hits and then pyro comes from underneath the stage. Jazz comes out with Shana and Meursault and struts to the ramp then stops, shrugs his shoulders, and lowers his arms then quickly raises them. He rubs his hands together as he approaches the ring. He slides in and raises his arms and the crowd boos loud. He jumps up and wipes his face as his music lowers and eventually cuts off.

Paige: And his opponent from Marmora Canada he is the current Overdrive champion Hellfire Kid!!

Moment: I'll say this about Hellfire, even though he came out on the losing end in that tag match last week, I got to say, he looked impressive in there with three of the biggest stars in APW! He looked like he belonged!

Harvey: I have to agree with you!

99 Ways to Die by Megadeth hits the P.A. we see, K.I.D., and Alyssa coming down to the ring. When they reach the ring, Kid Jumps up to the apron and Alyssa slides between his legs as she comes up she kisses him, they enter the ring and the bell sounds. DING! DING! DING!

Hellfire K.I.D. vs. Jimmy Jazz
Overdrive Title Match

The bell sounds to start off the match as both Jimmy Jazz & Hellfire circle the ring before locking up Both men jockey for position as the match gets underway and Jazz backs Hellfire against the ropes as the referee calls for a break. Jazz gives a cleans break as he backs away while Hellfire stares him down before the two men lock up once again. Hellfire gets the upper hand this time as he shoves Jazz into the ropes taking him down with a hip toss coming off the ropes.

Harvey: What an impactful move by Hellfire K.I.D. this early in the match!

Chase: Well this is a quick way to start off a match that’s for sure.

Jazz gets up to his feet as Hellfire looks to continue the offense but Jazz gets a break as he hangs his body out of the ring forcing the referee to back Hellfire away. Once Hellfire is backed away Jazz enters the ring and Hellfire charges at him but Jazz is ready as he connects with a European uppercut to Hellfire backing him up a few feet. Jazz charges at Hellfire knocking him down with a quick clothesline as he follows up with a second as Hellfire gets to his feet again. Finally Hellfire rolls out of the ring giving himself space as Jazz leans over the ropes taunting Hellfire to get back in the ring

Chase: Wow what a swift change to this match. Hellfire was in control and then Jazz went crazy.

Moment: One of Jazz's biggest weaknesses is the fact that he feels that he needs to demean his opponents in the middle of the match! If he just focused on his offense, rather than being offensive, he'd probably win more matches!

Hellfire circles the ring as Jazz climbs out to the floor giving chase to Hellfire but Hellfire was ready as he gets the drop on Jazz with a forearm to the face following up as he throws Jazz into the barricade. Hellfire grabs Jazz throwing him back into the ring as he climbs up to the top rope staring down at Jazz before he leaps off the top as he connects with a leg drop to Jazz quickly scrambling for the cover

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Harvey: I think it’s safe to say Jimmy Jazz wasn’t happy that Hellfire kicked out.

Chase: You don't say? And here I though Jazz would be dancing a jig because he's not the Overdrive Champion yet...

Jazz gets to his feet screaming at Hellfire to get up as he slaps him in the back of the head a few times taunting him to get up. Hellfire gets to his feet as Jazz grabs him and tries to hit a European uppercut but Hellfire moves avoiding the contact as he grabs Jazz and connects with a hammerlock suplex. Hellfire gets to his feet as he picks Jazz up but Jazz counters with a thumb to the eye as he grabs Hellfire and sets him up for Dat Dude Dead. But Hellfire counters scoring with a knee to the gut of Jazz as he grabs Jazz and connects with the Hellfire Bomb following up with the pin

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Winner: Hellfire K.I.D.

Paige: Here’s your winner, by pinfall, and still the APW Overdrive Champion, Hellfire K.I.D.!!

Harvey: Another successful title defense for Hellfire! Thanks for joining us during this match, Mark. Any last thoughts you have before we go to break?

Moment: Just this, Harvey, that when Hellfire and I meet for the Overdrive Championship in Tacoma, Washington, it will be the biggest Mark Out Moment of my career thus far!

Hellfire mounts the turnbuckle and raises his Overdrive Championship high as he looks down at Moment. APW Overdrive goes to a commercial break.

[biggs]

The scene opens up backstage at Overdrive. We see, inside the office of the Axis of Awesome. Chris Cyrus is sitting at a computer chair with his feet up on Biggs desk and is smoking a cigar and coughing with every inhale. Just then, Biggs, along with Ellie walk into the room.

Biggs: Chris, What are you doing?

Chris: Just chill-axing man.

Biggs: You got your muddy shoes on my desk, and your filling the office with that aweful Cigar Smoke. Don’t you know that’s bad for you.

Chris: I’m Just Celebrating.

Chris coughs as he inhales the Cigar.

Biggs: What are you Celebrating?

Chris: The fact that Two weeks ago, we outsmarted President Jeff and we are now in control of Overdrive. And last week, you and Level One won your match, and now this week, I’m going to beat John Green.

Biggs grabs the Cigar from Chris mouth and drops it in a cup of Coffee that’s on the desk.

Biggs: You should be getting ready for your match.

Chris: Ready? I’m fighting John Green. We both know that John Green is just as good as Jason Royce.

Biggs: But Jason Royce beat you a few weeks ago.

Chris: I told you, I let him win because I felt bad for him for sucking so much. But that’s besides the point. John Green may have gotten a few lucky wins, but at the end of the day, I have been a way better champion than he’s ever been. And tonight, I will prove it that John Green’s little winning streak will be over.

Biggs: John Green, former and first APW Heavyweight Champion. Former Xtreme Champion, And currently the number one contender for the Heavyweight title at Mayhem. Granted, I don't think highly of Green, but he has kind of been on a roll as of late.

Chris: You're talking about John Green right? The same John Green since losing the Heavyweight Title at Rasslemania 4, has made a complete and utter ass of himself. The Same John Green that had more come back’s than anyone in the history of his company? I know what I’m getting myself into. I know how John Green Wrestles and I know just how good John Really is. And I’m going to go out there tonight, and beat John Green in the middle of that ring.

Chris takes his feet down from Bigg’s desk and stands up.

Biggs: Go show’em why your Simply Awesome

The two high five each other and Chris exits the Office. APW goes to a commercial break.

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The opening riffs of "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath hits the PA and the fans quickly start booing. Slowly, Chris Cyrus emerges from behind the entrance curtain and stands at the top of the stage, looking out at the crowd.

Paige: From Las Vegas Nevada, weighing in at 240 pounds, Chris....CYRUS!

Chris begins making his way down to the ring, threating to hit the fans then looks at the camera and says "get out of my way" as he walks up the ring steps and enters the ring. Chris walks over to the corner and climbs up the middle rope and the crowd boo's him. Chris gives them all an evil stare and jumps back down into the ring and waits.

Paige: And his opponent

"King Nothing" by Metallica blasts through the P.A. system and the crowd hits their feet as they await for The Retribution Killer. As the heavy metal guitar solo comes to an end out comes John comes out wearing his normal wrestling attire with his "The Retribution Killer" shirt on. He smiles as he stands in front of the entrance ramp and does his trademarked "Retribution" pose and sparks and fireworks shoot into the air immediately.

Paige: From Atlanta Georgia, he is the number one contender for the Heavyweight Title, JOHN GREEN!

John walks down the ramp with a smile on his face as he slaps some of the hands of fans as he walks past them. Before entering the ring he stops in front of the squared circle looking into the ring and lets out a grin before sliding into the ring and standing in the middle of it. Green closes his eyes and takes a huge breath before running to the ropes and shaking the top one forcefully. He then lets out a monsterous roar and beats his chest. He walks to the turnbuckle and climbs them to the second rope and points to himself and then once again does his trademarked "Retribution" pose. John hops off and takes off his shirt and throws it into the crowd. His music fades and Chris Cyrus has a microphone in his hand

Chris: Hold on a second. Before we get started, I want to make a proposal to you John. It is no secret that I’m the greatest APW champion of all time. I held the Xtreme Title for 364 days. Now, theres one title that I want, and it’s the same title, you don’t deserve. You my proposal to you John. If you think your as good as you say you are, you put your Number One contendership on the line, right here, right now, Tonight!

John looks at the crowd to see what their answer is. The fans are cheering and telling John to accept it. Chris hands the mic to the ref, who then hands it to John.

John: You want it Chris? You got it!

John tosses the mic out of the ring and the ref calls for the bell

#1 Contendership for the Heavyweight Title
John Green Vs Chris Cyrus

The Bell rings and the two lock up and Chris getting in a side headlock. Chris locks it in tight and yells out “I got him now” and then Green lifts Chris up and drops him with a side belly to back suplex. The fans cheer for Green as Chris gets up holding the back of his head and Green pulls him up and chops him, which sends Chris to the corner. Green starts kicking Chris in the corner and the ref steps in, getting John out of the corner. With Chris trying to recoup, Green walks towards him and Chris gets a thumb in the eyes of John Green. Chris grabs John, puts him in the corner and starts spearing him.

Harvey: A thumb to the eyes and turn the tides in any match

Chase: Don’t forget, Chris Cyrus is the best APW champion in company history, holding the Xtreme Title for 1 day short of a year.

Chris pulls Green out of the corner and suplexes him in the middle of the ring and then floats over for a cover
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Chris grabs Green in a rear chin lock and locks it in tight. Green fights to his feet, but Cyrus takes Green back down with the headlock take over.

Chase: Its moves like that, that has made Chris Cyrus the best APW Xtreme Champion. Pure Wrestling skills.

Harvey: And let me guess, this is why he’s simply awesome too right?

John fights to his feet again, and again, Cyrus takes Green down with a headlock take over and the crowd begins booing Chris, but Chris doesn’t care. After a few seconds, John Greens to his feet again and elbows Chris in the gut a few times before throwing him into the ropes and catching Chris with a high knee to the face. Chris hit’s the mat and bounces right back up and John kicks Chris in the gut and goes for the Head Splitter, but Chris gets away and rolls out of the ring. With his back to the ring, Chris starts Arguing with the fans. John goes over and reaches over the ropes and pulls Chris to the ring apron. Chris grabs John’s head and pulls it down over the top rope. John Stumbles to them middle of the ring and Chris climbs to the top rope and dives off with a spinning back elbow, catching John in the chest. John is down and Chris covers
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Chase: There’s no slowing Chris Cyrus down.

Harvey: With the Number one contendership on the line, Green is going to need to start fighting back before its too late.

Chris picks John up and puts him in the corner and then chops him, then grabs Johns head in a headlock and starts dragging John’s eyes over the top rope. Chris then throws John into the ropes and then puts his head down. John stops in front of Chris and grabs Chris head and smashes it into his knee. Chris then charges at John, who counters with a massive spine buster. Green is pumped up and waits for Cyrus to get to his feet. As soon as he does, Green kicks him and sets him up for the Head Splitter, but Chris grabs John’s legs, sending him on his back. Chris then sling shots John into the corner. John hit’s the corner and stumbles out and Chris grabs him for the Straight to Hell. John Elbows Chris in the head and breaks free. John runs at Chris for a clothesline, but Chris ducks and John nails the referee.

Harvey: We need another ref out here!

John turns around and Chris is there. He grabs John and nails the Straight to Hell on him. Chris covers John and after a few seconds, realizes that there’s no ref.

Chase: Green should be disqualified for purposely hitting the ref. Chris Cyrus should be the number one contender right now.

Chris goes over to the referee, takes off the referee shirt and puts it on himself.

Harvey: What is he doing?

Chase: Chris Cyrus is a licensed ref and I think he’s making himself the referee in this match.

Chris covers John and does the count himself
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The arena erupts and Chris Cyrus is shocked. Chris is up and waits for John to get to his feet. As he does, Chris kicks John in the gut and sets him up for the Head Splitter

Harvey: Chris is going to use John’s own finisher against him

Chase: Its over now!

Before Chris can hit the move, Green gets his head free, grabs Chris Arm, pulls him down and locks in The Tap Out (Crippler Crossface). With John pulling back, and the referee right in front of them, Chris begins tapping as the referee comes to and the ref calls for the bell.

Winner: John Green

King Nothing begins to play as Green gets to his feet and raises his hand in victory.

Harvey: John Green put his contendership on the line and still came out on top.

Chase: What? John should be disqualified. You and I both know he purposely close lined that referee and Chris Cyrus should be the number one contender and going to Mayhem.

Harvey: Say what you want Johnny, buts its gonna be John Green and Pence Weatherlight for the Title at Mayhem

John Celebrates his victory as we go to commercial.

[biggs]

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

The fans cheer at the announcement as Sevendust's “Enemy” begins to play.



Bryan appears from underneath the tron, a little smirk displayed from underneath his shades. He pauses looking out over the crowd while he says something that's lost in the noise from the people and the music and then starts to head down towards the ring.

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 215 pounds, from Tokyo, Japan, “The Revelation” Bryan Payne!

Harvey: Payne picked up a huge win last week over the Red Shield Mafia, and this week he gets to face the APW Heavyweight Champion! However, he and Pence do have a history.

Chase: We all know that it should be Level-One in there facing Pence Weatherlight, but instead, we get a guy who hasn't even been here for a month!

Harvey: The fact is that Bryan Payne is a top tier talent, and he deserves to be in there with Pence!

He pauses along the way to clasp a few hands of fans hanging out over the edge of the crowd barrier. Bryan grabs a hold of the bottom rope and leverages himself up onto the ring apron, turning around to face the ramp where his opponent will soon appear and points back towards it. He looks out over the crowd again and waves his arms into the air encouraging them to be louder still, and then grins as he ducks under the top rope and into the ring slapping his chest with a single fist several times as he waits for his opponent.

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. Pence walks out on to the entrance ramp holding his championship belt over his shoulder and he stops at the top and looks out around the arena. The fans all begin to chant "Mr. Main Event" and he slowly brings his hand up for a salute, but halfway there he jerks it up, and two blue pyros explode beside the ramp. He then starts to walk down the ramp, slapping hands, and taking pictures with fans.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 250 pounds, from Hershey, Pennsylvania, he is the APW Heavyweight Champion of the World, Pence Weatherlight!

Harvey: And the champion is on his way! The fans are hyped for this matchup!

Chase: They'd be more hyped up if it involved Level-One...

Harvey: Would you quit it already with all the talk of Level-One! He was escorted out of the arena earlier tonight! Let it go!

He gets inside the ring and look around at everyone who is watching him and then he nods his head as he unslings the championship belt from his shoulder. He then lifts up the belt above his head with both hands and all four turnbuckles explode with blue pyrotechnics from the top. Pence then puts the belt back on his shoulder and turns to the ref, handing him the belt, and then he gazes over to Payne, extending his hand for a quick dap before the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Pence Weatherlight vs. Bryan Payne

Right as the bell rings, Payne immediately rushes in, knocking Pence in the face with some quick punches before whipping him towards the ropes! Pence reverses the whip, sending Payne to the ropes instead! Payne ducks an attempted Clothesline from the champ on the way back, and leaps off the opposite ropes, going for a Springboard Spinning Kick! Pence ducks the kick, and catches Payne with a boot to the gut as he's landing, allowing Pence to grab him up and deliver a quick Side Russian Leg Sweep! Pence gets back to his feet in a flash, and as he reaches down to pull Payne up, he pulls Pence in for a small package, 1
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Harvey: We've seen a quick pace from these two so far, but if I know Pence, he's thinking about trying to slow this one down a bit.

Chase: Exactly. A fast match favors Payne's style more. While Pence is hardly a slow, methodical wrestler, he doesn't rely on speed so much as explosive, powerful moves that wear his opponent down.

Back in the ring, Pence has mounted Payne and is delivering deliberate, pounding fists in succession, a right and then a left, another right, followed by another left, just pummeling Bryan Payne! As “The Revelation” gets his hands up to defend himself, Pence relents, and gets to his feet, motioning for Payne to follow suite. As Payne gets to his feet, Pence runs towards the ropes, and goes for a Spear! However, Payne leaps up, causing Pence to fall face first into the mat! Before Pence can get up, Payne hits him with a Standing Moonsault to the back! Payne gets back to his feet, and gives Pence a couple of lightning quick kicks to the side before making his way to Pence's head, rolling him over and attempting to lock on a Figure Four Headlock! Pence uses his strength to prevent Payne from locking it in, so Payne rolls back, separating himself from the champ as both make their way back up! As Pence comes in, Payne give him a Dropkick to the Knee with such force that it sends Pence falling face first to the mat! Payne is on him like glue, hooking in a Single Leg Crab and pulling back as hard as he can! Pence grits his teeth as loud “Let's go Pence! Let's go Payne!” dueling chants get started. The fans are split about 65-35 in favor of Pence, and The Reaper uses the cheers to will himself on as he drags himself towards the ropes. Payne sits further back in the small of Pence's back, trying to halt him, although he only slows Pence's progress. Eventually, the champ grabs the ropes, and Payne lets go right as the ref tells him to. Payne stays aggressive, giving Pence another Dropkick to the Knee as Pence tries to pull himself up using the ropes! The ref pulls Payne back and tries to restrain him to allow Pence to get back to his feet with the help of the ropes. As Pence gets back to his feet, Payne rushes in again, but this time, Pence counters with a Back Body Drop over the ropes and to the floor! Payne hits the mats hard, and rolls into the barricade back first!

Harvey: What a counter by Pence! It's smart wrestling like that that made him a champion!

Chase: Payne may have gotten a bit overzealous there, and he paid for it.

Pence exits the ring right away, standing on the apron and waiting for Payne to get to his feet. The ref is to the count of 4 when Payne reaches his feet, and right as he does, Pence gets a running start and jumps off, nailing him with a Flying Shoulder Tackle from the apron! The fans pop with the move, and loud “PENCE! PENCE! PENCE!” chants get going as the champion gets up and rolls in and out of the ring to break the count. He then reaches down, pulls Payne up, and hoists him up into a Gorilla Press Slam position! Pence then slams Payne face first into the apron! Payne is clutching his face as Pence rolls him back into the ring and slides in himself, going for the cover, 1
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Chase: This has been a back and forth match so far! They appear to be very evenly matched here tonight!

Harvey: I got to see video of the last time these two men met in the ring, and I can tell you that that was the case the last time they fought as well!

Chase: If we look at what each competitor brings to the table, their strengths are in different areas. Pence is more of a power wrestler, while Payne relies on speed and submission. For Payne to win this match, he's going to need to keep working on wearing Pence down, while Pence needs to focus on chaining enough power moves together to prevent Payne from being able to get up.

Harvey: Indeed. I don't think either one will be able to get a quick victory here tonight...

“The Revelation” pulls his opponent back up to his feet, and delivers a series of European Uppercuts, backing Pence into the corner! He then gives Pence a couple of Knees to the gut before pulling him out and spinning him around to whip him chest first into the same turnbuckle! Payne then climbs to the top rope, and uses his boot to shove Pence back a couple of steps before leaping off and catching him with a Sunset Flip pin, 1
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Harvey: Just when you think one of these guys is in control of the match, the other one counters right back! Each competitor has has sustained flurries of offense, but neither one can really say they've been in firm control of this match so far!

Chase: That's what makes this match so exciting! I'll be the first to admit that I don't care about either one of these guys that much at all, but they're putting on a show for sure tonight! It's still anybody's ballgame!

As Pence is laid out on the mat, Payne quickly composes himself, and then proceeds to lock on the Figure Four Headlock, positioned as such to where his back is to the corner!

Chase: If Pence is going to want to get to the ropes with this move, he's going to have to turn over onto his belly, increasing the pressure. And from there, he gives Payne an even larger advantage in terms of leverage, because Payne could then push up to increase pressure on the hold even more! This move is a great addition to Payne's aresenal!

Pence is struggling mightily as Payne grabs a hold of his own foot, and pulls back, choking Pence even harder! The ref checks to see if Pence wants to submit, but Pence grits his teeth, showing no signs of giving up! Pence wraps both of his hands around the ankle of Payne's straightened leg, and pushes up, loosening the hold! Pence manages to wriggle out! Pence is gasping for air as Payne hops right back on him, going for the Figure Four Headlock again, but Pence blocks the attempt, and pulls out, rolling to separate himself from “The Revelation.” Both men get to their feet, although Pence is a bit more pensive, staying back to force Payne to come towards him. Payne realizes that he has Pence on the defensive, and presses his advantage, shooting in under Pence's swinging punch, and getting behind Pence, grabbing him by the head and driving him down with a Reverse DDT! As Pence is down, Payne runs to the corner, and mounts the top turnbuckle, motioning that this match is almost over! As Pence gets to his feet, Payne leaps off, going for the Payne Killer, but Pence counters, catching Payne mid-air with the Light's Essence, pinning Payne, 1
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Winner: Pence Weatherlight

Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, the APW Heavyweight Champion of the World, Pence Weatherlight!

The fans are cheering loudly as Pence gets his arm raised by the ref! “Everything” is still blaring as Pence reaches down and pulls Payne up by the hand, helping him to his feet. Pence Weatherlight and Bryan Payne meet in the centre of the ring, staring face to face after their epic main-event match to end the night of great wrestling. The two stare at each-other for what feels like a life time while the crowd stirs until the crowd finally takes things into their own hands and stars a ''Shake his hand'' chant.

Harvey: The crowd is aware of the history between both of these men and now that it's carried over to the APW here tonight; it looks like they hope to keep up the honourable tradition of the APW!

Chase: Honourable? What a joke. Pence Weatherlight is our APW world champion. I don't know how honourable that man is!

Pence Weatherlight and Bryan Payne look around at the cheering crowd, observing their warm warm hearted plea. Pence Weatherlight and Bryan Payne acknowledge the fans with smiles on their face as they look back at each-other as Pence Weatherlight extends a hand to which Bryan Payne doesn't think twice before accepting.

''APW, APW, APW!''

Harvey: This was a great display of wrestling between both men and it looks like this night is going to end on a high note.

Chase: To be quite honest. I hate when the fans are in a good mood. Everything just comes off so cheesy!

Bryan Payne taps Pence Weatherlight on the shoulder as the referee grabs Pence Weatherlights championship, handing it over to him. Bryan Payne lifts Pence Weatherlights hand before giving him a respectful applause. Pence Weatherlight thanks Bryan Payne, as he makes his way outside the ring, and back up the ramp.

Harvey: Bryan Payne really has been a great addition to the APW roster and he showed exactly why with his performance out here tonight against the APW world champion.

Chase: Well, Harvey... I think we have a little disturbance in the crowd. I sure hope, security takes of this disruption.

The crowd pans to a large shot of the crowd behind the announce table. A person wearing all black, including a backwards black baseball cap, fights his way through the crowd, punching, shoving and even kicking anyone daring to get in his way. The figure makes it to the barrier and hopes over, ripping off his black shades and tossing his black cap into the crowd...

Harvey: Oh my god! That's Level-One!

Chase: Level-One was kicked out of the building by General Manager Biggs earlier in the night but some how managed to get through security, he was dressed like a anarchist!

Harvey: An anarchist? Don't those people protest against the government?

Chase: Yes, whatever! He protesting against Biggs and his politics! I don't need to agree with them, but I'm not going to tell Level-One or Biggs that!

Level-One grabs a steel chair from ring side and slides into the ring, behind Bryan Payne. The crowd has given away, Level-One's sneak attack as Bryan Payne turns around and catches Level-One with a hay maker planting the former champion on his back! Not knowing who it was by the clothing, he lets his guard down by picking Level-One back up, looking to toss him outside the ring, but eats a shot the gut with a steel chair that sends him wheeling backwards.

Harvey: I'm not sure if Bryan Payne actually knows he's being attacked by Level-One!

Chase: Well, he sure knows now!

Bryan Payne looks up at Level-One who wears a grin on his face. Bryan Payne unleashes another right hand but Level-One lifts his chair up to block it. He tosses the chair to Bryan Payne, before jumping forward and planting a kick into the chair which rebounds into Bryan Payne skull taking him to the mat.

Chase: Bryan Payne is out of commission, baby!

Harvey: Yeah, but look at Pence Weatherlight—he's coming to put Level-One in his place.

Pence Weatherlight charges at Level-One with a clothesline only to have Level-One duck it and plant Pence Weatherlight to the ground with a vicious spear eating into his gut. The former APW world champion looks at the carnage in the ring, as he picks back up the steel chair and sets his eyes on Pence Weatherlight whom is slowly pulling himself back up to his feet.

Harvey: This is sick! General manager, Biggs needs to get security out here right now before he takes out Pence Weatherlight for good like he has alluded too!

Chase: Whatever happens, you can blame these fans! All they need to do is tell Level-One how much they want him into the main-event picture and he'll stop all the chaos!

Pence Weatherlight pulls himself to his feet as Level-One takes one step forward looking to nail Pence Weatherlight across the face before smiling and taking two steps back wards, rotating and then bringing the steel chair down on top of the face of a grounded Bryan Payne, with a sickening thud! Level-One grabs his dented chair and rolls out of the ring, as Pence Weatherlight watches Level-One exit the ring, dumbfounded while checking up on a knocked out Bryan Payne, who shows zero signs of life inside the ring.

Harvey: What a disgusting display by Level-One! Still, I can't imagine why he singled out Bryan Payne and allowed Pence Weatherlight to escape without a single scratch!

Chase: Bryan Payne has become the official whipping boy of the APW; after the beatings he took by the red shield mafia over the past few weeks this sure doesn't help his cause. I don't know if we'll see from Bryan Payne next week! Level-One has sent a message loud and clear to the APW, tonight.

Level-One marches up the ramp, holding up the steel chair. The dent is in the shape of Bryan Payne's face. He points at the dent and utters the words...

Level-One: ''Three men couldn't take you down; but this one can and will''

Harvey: I sure hope, Bryan Payne is going to be alright—Biggs has made the call to get the EMTS out here as soon as possible.

Chase: Thursday Night OverDrive has taken yet another sharp turn heading into mayhem, Harvey. One can only imagine what next week has in store for us. See you all then!

Thursday Night OverDrive ends with the EMTS running down the ramp, ushering a stretcher down the ramp, meanwhile Pence Weatherlight tending to Bryan Payne. He pulls himself up to his feet and shakes his head in disgust as he stares at Level-One standing at the top of the ramp observing the damage he's done with a sadistic smile.