Overdrive- Victoria, BC (06/03/10)

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Pyro shoots from the stage as the music continues to play! The fans are on their feet, excited for another thrilling night of APW action! Several signs can be seen, most notably a ton for Bryan Payne. The fans are absolutely electric, chanting “APW! APW! APW!”

Harvey: (yelling) Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to APW Overdrive! I'm Darren Harvey, joined by Johnny Chase, and we are live tonight from the General Motors Place in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada for the first Overdrive since an absolutely historic Mayhem pay per view!

Chase: What a Mayhem it was! There were three main events, and all three delivered! Sally Talfourd ended her longtime rivalry with Leila Farrahi in an absolutely grueling contest!

Harvey: Not to mention the APW Heavyweight Championship match, in which Pence Weatherlight successfully defended the APW Heavyweight Championship against John Green! Green was looking for retribution, but unfortunately, was unable to best Pence in Tacoma!

Chase: And it wasn't a main event, but let's not forget about the absolutely frantic Six-Man Elimination Tag Match between The Greatness and the Red Shield Mafia! It was fast-paced! It was action-packed, but in the end, Shaun Kilgore defeated Young Mannie to secure the win for his team!

Harvey: Then of course, there's the match everyone has been talking about since Mayhem, where Level-One and Bryan Payne absolutely took each other to the limit, and Bryan Payne was able to do something that only one other man in APW has done, and defeat Level-One! It was an epic match, to be sure!

At this point, The Killers' “Spaceman” begins to play, and the crowd boos loudly as Biggs enters the arena, clad in a dark blue suit coat, with a white shirt and navy tie, as well as white feathers on the shoulders of his suit. A blue spotlight is focused on Biggs as he stands on the stage with a mic in hand. He waits for the boos to subside before beginning to speak.

Biggs: If any one of you pleabians in the crowd or at home had any doubts about the fact that I am the single greatest General Manager APW has ever seen, then look no further than APW Mayhem to see the kind of show I am capable of producing!

The crowd boos at this comment.

Harvey: How's he responsible for how great Mayhem was!? He didn't get in the ring at all!

Chase: But he did book all the matches!

Biggs: The fact of the matter is that from top to bottom, this year's Mayhem was one of the greatest pay per views not just in APW history, but in the entire history of professional wrestling! And that's even taking into account that I wasn't involved in a match! Just imagine how great it would have been had I competed. But I remiss. The simple fact of the matter is that unlike President Jeff, I'm not one to rest on my laurels. While APW Mayhem, produced by Biggs, was an unabashed success, I've already turned my focus onto our next pay per view extraveganza, Test for the Best! Now those of you who've been following APW are familiar with the Test for the Best Tournament, but for those of you who are not, let me explain. Test for the Best is a one-night, eight man, or woman, single elimination tournament, in which the winner receives a shot at the APW Heavyweight Championship of the World at Shockwave!

The fans pop at this announcement.

Biggs: But to have a truly great tournament, you just can't let any rifraff into it. So that is why tonight, here in Vancouver, Canada, we are going to have ourselves a qualifying round of matches! All eight matches tonight are qualifying matches for Test for the Best! After tonight, the field of eight will be determined, and we will be one step closer to crowning the 2010 Test for the Best winner! Just to give you an idea of what kind of competitors are being considered for this presigious contest, let me tell you that in the qualifying round, you'll be seeing John Green take on Hellfire K.I.D!

The crowd obviously pops for this match.

Biggs: Sally Talfourd will be facing my beautiful fiance, Ellie!

Cheers for Sally can be heard throughout the arena.

Biggs: And in our main event, my good friend, Chris Cyrus, will be facing Level-One for an opportunity to enter the Test for the Best Tournament!

Harvey: Oh my! That'll be some match for sure!

Chase: You've got that right! Does Biggs know how to book 'em, or does Biggs know how to book 'em? And Level-One will get a chance at being able to reclaim the APW Heavyweight Championship!

Harvey: We don't need you sucking up here, Chase. Now's not the time nor place!

Biggs: Of course, these are just a few of the matches. We've got plenty more, and the first one starts right now!

Biggs steps to the side of the stage as 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.

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, accompanied by Shana and Meursault, weighing in at 220 pounds, from Chicago, Illinois, Jazz!

Chase: This is the biggest opportunity Jazz has had since coming to APW! He came up just short in the Falls Count Anywhere match at Mayhem, but he looks to get back on track and qualify for Test for the Best!

Harvey: It would certainly be a boost to his career to win the Test for the Best Tournament, that's for sure!

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.

The camera pans around the arena, before panning to the entranceway as the intro to "8 Second Ride" by Chris LeDoux gallops through the sound system. A mixed reaction from the crowd doesn't appear to phase the man walking through the smoke to the top of the stage. Chet Watkins, equipped with cowboy hat, white t-shirt, jeans, and his black wrestling boots, stops for a moment, before sauntering down the rampway, pointing out to some of the fans, notably at a few voluptuous women, before walking up the stairs and stepping between the ropes.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 273 pounds, from Pine Bluffs, Wyoming, “The Cowboy Casanova” Chet Watkins!

Harvey: Chet Watkins is a hoss, plain and simple! He's the very definition of the word!

Chase: This “hoss” as you put it, won the triple threat debut match, and now, he looks to qualify for the Test for the Best Tournament in his second match here in APW!

Watkins steps up onto the middle turnbuckle, and points to the crowd as the chorus hits, with emphasis on the title of the song, before hopping down and stretching out on the ropes, removing his hat and shirt, and giving Jazz a slight smirk as they await the bell. DING! DING! DING!

Jazz vs. “The Cowboy Casanova” Chet Watkins

The two men tie up, and Chet uses his brute strength to shove Jazz back with authority, sending him rolling backwards! Jazz is intentionally slow getting to his feet, glaring at his opponent while Chet motions for him to get up, all the while wearing a huge grin. Jazz gets to his feet, and begins to pace around the ring, trying to concot a strategy for his larger opponent. Jazz shoots in for the legs, but Chet just pushes down on his head and steps back. Jazz is starting to show signs of frustration as Chet Watkins just laughs at him. Jazz gets right up to him, looking up and yelling at him a bit before reaching up and slapping Chet right in the face! All of a sudden, Chet's expression changes, and he takes a violent swing at Jazz, who ducks under and gets behind him, grabbing a hold of Chet's trunks before giving him a couple of hard Kidney Punches! As Chet clutches the small of his back in pain, Jazz runs towards the ropes, and bounces off to gain momentum, catching Chet with a Knee Trembler into a Neckbreaker, taking Chet Watkins down to the mat!

Chase: He calls that combo the Nirvana! And it may just help take him to Nirvana if he can keep stringing moves together like that!

Harvey: Jazz is going to have to rely on his speed advantage if he wants to come out on top in this one!

Jazz stays on the attack, giving Watkins a couple of hard stomps to the shoulder before going down to lock on an Armbar! Chet powers his way out, though, and uses his other arm to shove Jazz back, creating some distance! However, it's short lived, as Jazz comes rushing right back in, knocking Chet with a hard Knee to the temple as he tries to get up! Jazz goes for a quick cover, 1
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Watkins powers out, launching Jazz up in the air! Jazz hits the mat hard, and is slightly winded, giving both men an opportunity to get to their feet! Jazz connects with a couple of European Uppercuts, but Chet just grabs a hold of Jazz's arm and pulls him in, nailing him with a Spinning Clothesline! He grabs Jazz up by the head, and gives him a hard Scoop Slam, followed by another as Jazz tries to get to his feet! The third time is also a charm for Chet Watkins, as he pulls off another Scoop Slam! He goes for a cover, 1
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Jazz gets a shoulder up!

Harvey: Chet's strategy isn't very fancy, but considering his size, it doesn't need to be!

Chase: He's strong for sure, but he's going to have to make Jazz compeletely lose his will to continue, and that's not easy!

The Cowboy Casanova gets to his feet and takes a moment to point and wink to a lovely lady in the front, turning his back on Jazz while doing so. Jazz makes him pay for this, popping right up and hitting him with a Running Forearm to the back, knocking Chet into the ropes! Jazz grabs him from behind and shoves him into the ropes a bit to get some spring to pull off a German Suplex! The crowd is audibly impressed by Jazz's inginuity and show of strength. Shana and Meursalt look uninterested, but encourage Jazz nonetheless. Jazz is beginning to gain more cofidence, and has a bit of a swagger in his step as he gets back up and runs towards the ropes, nailing Chet in the small of the back with a Running Elbow Drop! Jazz then gets down to a knee, and begins to give Chet repeated Knee Shots to the side! He then rolls Chet onto his back, and goes for a cover, 1
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Chet gets his shoulder up! Jazz stays on the offensive, mounting Chet Watkins and unloads a series of punches to the face, but Chet gets his big paws up to defend his face, and the shoves Jazz right off of him! Jazz rolls back and up to his feet, and runs past Chet as he tries to get back up, catching Chet on the rebound with a Clip to the Knees! Jazz slaps Chet on the back of the head a couple of times before grabbing him by the head to pull him back up, but Chet counters with another hard shove, and gets back up! Jazz goes in for a punch, but Chet blocks the attempt and pulls him in, lifting him up for a Hanging Vertical Suplex! He lets the blood rush to Jazz's head for about twenty seconds before drilling him into the mat!

Harvey: Jazz looked to be gaining control of the match, but just like that, Chet Watkins powers his way back into this one!

Chase: He's scary powerful!

Chet has a no nonsense look on his face as he pulls Jazz back up, and sets him in position for a devastating Pump Handle Slam! He then methodically pulls the groaning Jazz back up, whipping him towards the ropes and delivering a ring-shaking Spinebuster! He gives Jazz a few hard stomps to the gut, keeping his foot on Jazz's belly with the third stomp, and digging it in! Jazz is gritting his teeth in pain as Chet Watkins continues to apply pressure with the nasty move! Jazz begins to have a coughing fit in the middle of the ring, and Chet pulls his foot back up before driving it once more into the gut of his downed opponent! Jazz rolls around the mat in pain, holding his midsection, as Chet motions that this one is almost over. He reaches down and hoists Jazz onto his shoulders, swinging him around to hit with the Cheyenne Sunrise! It's academic from here, 1
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Winner: Chet Watkins

Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, “The Cowboy Casanova” Chet Watkins!

“8 Second Ride” plays over the PA as the ref raises Chet Watkins' arm in victory. The big man looks down at his opponent, before raising both of his arms in celebration. Meursault reaches in and drags Jazz out of the ring, and he and Shana help Jazz back up the ramp.

Harvey: And with that, we now know the first participant in the 2010 Test for the Best Tournament! Jazz put up a good fight, but in the end, Chet Watkins simply over powered him and willed his way to victory!

Chase: Shana and Meursault better take Jimmy right to the fight doctor's office. He could have internal injuries after that match!

Chet continues to celebrate his win in the center of the ring as APW goes to a commercial break.

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Tech Guy Jake: Wow, you look like hell.

Jake sticks his clipboard underneath his arm as he watches a figure that seems to be moving towards him from out of the camera shot.

Jake: But… you’re not scheduled to be here tonight…

The tech pulled out his clipboard again and flipped up a couple of pages with a slight frown on his face.

Bryan Payne steps into the field of the camera shot. He’s dressed in a button down shirt, his shades pushed high on his forehead holding his unruly hair back up out of his face as he nods, flashing a faint little grin towards the tech. Purple bruising can be seen around the right side of his face and he’s walking gingerly, one arm held close against his middle, but he just shakes his head a little bit.

Bryan: That’s because I wasn’t schedule to be here tonight.

Bryan ignores the look Jake is giving him.

Jake: Gee… thanks for clearing that up. Congrats on the win man, that was some match, I thought you two were going to kill each other out there at Mayhem…

Bryan: Well, I don’t think the fact that we didn’t kill each other was from any lack of trying.. we might get closer next time.

He gave a little bit of a chuckle and winced as though he regretted it.

Jake: Uh huh… well you know there’s a pool going on how long it’s going to take him to hit you right?

Payne: Really? I’m touched.

Jake: Hey hey now Bryan it’s not like that… and you know it.

Bryan gave a bit of a nod.

Bryan: Yeah, I know Jake, just didn’t expected to be here tonight myself actually…

Jake: So, why are you here Bryan?

Bryan paused, coming to a halt in the middle of the hallway the two men were walking down and pointed down towards the end of it to a door marked “Biggs.”

Jake: Oh hell…

Payne: Bossman wants to see me.

Jake shook his head and patted Bryan on the shoulder before he beat a hasty retreat leaving Bryan alone facing the door. He gave it a firm knock and waited a moment.

Biggs: (Muffled by the door) Come in!

Payne enters the office, as Jake has a slightly concerned look on his face. The camera picks up some of what Biggs is saying before the door closes completely.

Biggs: Have a seat. We have some business to attend to.

The camera cuts back out ringside.

Harvey: I wonder what Bryan Payne and Biggs are talking about. I'm sure we'll get some information later. But back to the action. Our next match is extremely personal! For those of you who didn't get a chance to see Mayhem let's catch you up to speed!

A clip from Mayhem plays on the Tron.

Warzone: KULEV!

Kulev keeps walking

Warzone: KULEV!!!

Kulev stops, methodically walking toward the ring

Warzone: I told you I have something very special for you.... do you want it?

Kulev Mahu slowly walks up to the ring as Alex pulls something from his pocket.

Harvey: what is that?

Chase: It looks like a picture.

Warzone throws the picture out to ringside. Kulev looks confused, walking up to the photo and looks down at it. His eyes widen and his fist shaken as he bends down to pick it up. The camera pan down to the picture as we see its a picture of his daughter!

Harvey: is that Mahu's daughter?!

Chase: Oh my god!

Kulev gets a look of murderous rage as staff member mob the ring and ring side, preventing Kulev Mahu and Warzone to even be in the same sides.

Warzone: The war sirens have sung Kulev! The war sirens have sung!

Kulev leaded down the aisle by staff. We can hear one of them tell him "screw that scumbag, you daughters more important"

Harvey: Alex is a sick man!

Chase: I got to agree with you for once Darren.

As soon as Kulev leaves to the back, "Violent Revolution" plays as Warzone pushes himself through the staff, jumping through the ring ropes. He stops, noticing that Kulev didn’t take the picture with him. he bend down, picking it up. He looks around, sticking it in his pocket and walks.

Chase: Alex Warman is one sick son of a b*tch.

Harvey: I'll be honest, that was just as hard to watch as it was the first time!

The lights dim somewhat, with a few white lights pointing at the top of the ramp. ‘Out of My Way' by Seether begins, and the lights flash in beat with the slow start to the song. Then suddenly the music kicks in and “Out of my way!!” The lights flash back to full brightness and Kulev comes out from behind the curtain. He pauses for a few seconds, looking out at the crowd with a focused stare.

“Out of my -- Way!” Kulev starts down the ramp.

Paige: Making his way ring first, weighing in at 276 pounds, from Lafayette, Louisiana, Kulev Mahu!

Harvey: One has to wonder what kind of mental state Kulev Mahu is in this evening. Alex Warman has been stalking his daughter!

Chase: This is just not a good situation at all.

“I can’t pass up this opportunity to make myself absurd,I can’t pass up this opportunity to let myself be heard. Would you, like to, be the one who sees me lose this all,Would you, like to, be the one who sees me fall.” Kulev gets to the ring and goes up the ring steps. Just as the song gets to the chorus, he gets to the far corner and gets up on the second rope, posing a bit.

“Nobody’s gonna stand in my way Give it up son, I’m doin’ this my way Nobody's gonna stand in my way Give it up son, I’m doin’ this my way” The music fades out as Kulev steps down from the ropes and awaits his opponent.

The lights pulse and as a steady heartbeat comes over the P.A. As the heartbeat becomes increasingly faster, so do the lights, turning from white to a deep shade of red. Finally, after about 7 seconds, the lights shut completely off, submerging the arena into inky darkness. Out of the darkness, Shots of an M-16 come from the P.A. After 21 rapid fire rounds, and HUGE fireball shoots from the front of the titan tron with a deafening BOOM!. "Violent Revolution" can be heard as Warzone walks out, looking like a man determined.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 250 pounds, from Chicago, Illinois, “Warzone” Alex Warman!

Harvey: This match is a Test for the Best Qualifier, but that is secondary to the situation with Kulev's daughter. What is Warman's goal with all of this?

Chase: I don't even want to understand...

The lights shoot around the stage, ring and arena, casting off a greenish camouflage-like light as he walks down the stage and into the ring, removing his trench coat. As he does this, Kulev charges, tackling him and giving him a faceful of fists as the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Kulev Mahu vs. “Warzone” Alex Warman

Harvey: Kulev Mahu isn't even waiting for the bell with this one!

Chase: Would you blame him!? Warman is messing with his family for crying out loud!

Kulev is going to town on Warman's face, pummeling him with rights and lefts before wrapping his hands around the throat of Warman, choking the life out of him! The ref begins the mandatory five count, pulling Kulev off at the count of four! Kulev yells at the ref, who warns him that he's about the be DQ'ed. Kulev tells the ref off, and goes back to the choke hold! Again, the ref pulls him off at four! Kulev yells that he doesn't care if he gets DQ'ed, he's got a score to settle, but as he reaches back down to choke Warzone again, he gets a Rake to the Eye for his troubles! Warzone gets to his feet and hits with a Neckbreaker Drop, taking Kulev down to the mat! He has a sick grin on his face as he mounts Kulev, and gives him a series of slow, methodical punches to the side of the head, taunting Kulev the whole time about how pretty his daughter is! After about a dozen punches, Warzone sits Kulev up, getting behind him and delivering a Neck Snap! Kulev holds his neck in pain as Warzone goes for a cover, 1
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Kick out!

Chase: I think Warman wants to end this one quickly, as he's targeting the head and neck of Kulev!

Harvey: Either that, or he's trying to hurt him as much as he can! I'm more apt to believe my theory!

Alex Warman switches his focus, pulling Kulev back up and hitting with a Kneebreaker, then transitioning immediately into a DDT!

Harvey: What an inventive combination there! He may be one sick freak, but darn, he's creative!

The crowd starts cheering and clapping for Kulev, trying to will him on as Warman sits him up and places his knee into the small of the Wiccan's back, pulling back with a Seated Chinlock! The crowd support encourages Kulev, who grabs a hold of Warzone's hands, and uses all the strength he can muster to pull his hands apart before flipping Warzone over onto his back! Kulev immediately applies the Spellbinding! (Anaconda Vise) Warzone shuts out the pain as he manages to get a foot on the bottom rope! The ref counts and Kulev breaks on four, trying to inflict maximum pain to his sadistic opponent. As he breaks the hold, Kulev gets to his feet, and motions for Warzone to get back up as well. As soon as he does, Kulev pulls him in for a Northern Lights Suplex, bridging into a pin, 1
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Warzone kicks out!

Chase: Kulev has taken control. He wants to prove to Warzone that he shouldn't mess with him or his daughter!

At this point, Kulev pulls Warman up and proceeds to punch him right in the kisser! Warzone responds with a punch of his own, and before long, an intense brawl erupts between the two! Fists are flying fast and furious, and both men are absorbing an enormous amount of blows! Warman ducks a particularly hard shot from Kulev, and he accidentally clocks the ref, who falls to the mat like a sack of potatoes! Kulev doesn't even hesitate to check on him, instead keeping his focus on Warman, as the two continue to brawl!

Harvey: The ref is down, and this match has gotten completely out of control!

Kulev gains control of the brawl, and manages to whip Warzone into the ropes! He catches him on the rebound, and absolutely launches him with a Fallaway Slam! Warzone hits the mat with such force that he rolls completely out of the ring and falls to the floor near the announce table! The fans are chanting loudly for Kulev now, as he turns towards where he threw his opponent. As Kulev makes his way towards the side of the ring where Warzone is outside, Alex pulls a steel chair out from under the ring, but Kulev doesn't see it! As Kulev leans through the ropes and reaches down to grab Warman, he gets greeted with a hard Steel Chair Shot to the crown of the head!

Harvey: It looks like Warman's taking advantage of the fact that the ref is down!

Chase: Well duh!

Warman slides into the ring with the steel chair in hand, and proceeds to wail on Kulev mercilessly with the chair! Each shot echoes through the arena as Warzone brings the chair down across the face of Kulev again and again! The Wiccan is a bloody mess as the ref begins to come to, and notices Alex Warman wielding the chair! The ref props himself up with one arm and immediately calls for the bell! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Kulev Mahu

Paige: Here is your winner, by disqualification, Kulev Mahu!

Warman turns around to notice the ref, and goes ballistic, pulling the ref up by the scruff of the collar, and yelling at him loudly! The ref tries to explain that he saw the chair, but Warman doesn't even give him a chance, turning him around and hooking him up in a Full Nelson before delivering the Atom Bomb!

Harvey: That was uncalled for! The ref caught Warman red handed!

Chase: Well, Mahu was the one who knocked out the ref, so maybe Warman feels that Mahu should have been disqualified for that!

Harvey: Regardless, Alex Warman cost himself a spot in the Test for the Best tournament here tonight!

Warzone then turns his attention to the bloodied Mahu, lifting him up and giving him an Atom Bomb as well! The Vancouver crowd is in an uproar over Warman's actions. He grabs a mic, and grabs Kulev by the head, sitting him up a bit as he yells into his unconscious face.

Warzone: KULEV! You may have been awarded the battle tonight, but the war is far from over! The war sirens have sung!

Warman gives Kulev a few more shots to the face as refs and road agents rush down to the ring to pull him off of Kulev! He continues to sport the sadistic smile on his face as he dragged from the ring! APW goes to a commercial break.

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The crowd is buzzing with anticipation for the coming match. On cue, the lights take on a blue tinge and 'Starstrukk' hits the speakers. This sets the crowd off: everyone knows who this is leading up to. As the song bursts to life, out races Sally Talfourd, racing to the front of the stage. Raising her hands to the crowd, she kicks her leg and heads towards the ring, slapping hands with the crowd that hangs over the rails for her.

Paige: Making her way to the ring first, from Seattle, Washington, “The Last Magician” Sally Talfourd!

Harvey: Sally is coming off a huge win at Mayhem, defeating her long time rival, Leila Farrahi in an amazing match up!

Chase: But it was also a grueling match! That'll play into Ellie's advantage here tonight!

Sally stands at the base of the steps to the ring, waving to the crowd as she is announced. When that's done, she dashes up the steps, hoists herself over the top ring and bounces to the centre of the ring. Poses for the crowd as the lights return to normal and the music fades out. The crowd still cheers for the adorable Sally as she starts to stretch for the match.

The arena lights start to flash purple as Depeche Mode's "Enjoy the Silence" begins to play loudly over the speakers. Ellie enters the arena clad in her wrestling gear and ring jacket, and is joined by Biggs. The crowd boos loudly as the couple makes their way down the ramp towards the ring. Ellie is staring a hole in Sally as she playfully waves from the ring towards Biggs. Biggs is trying to ignore it.

Paige: And her opponent, accompanied by Biggs, from Stanford, California, Ellie!

Chase: You can see the anger in Ellie's eyes! Sally made a few comments about Biggs this week that really set Ellie off!

Harvey: Ellie's going to have to control her temper if she wants to be able to beat Sally here tonight!

As the reach the ring, Biggs walks up the steps first and holds the ropes open for Ellie before stepping into the ring himself. Her and Biggs dance a bit in the center of the ring before she removes her jacket and hands it to Biggs, who gives her a quick peck on the cheek before exiting the ring. DING! DING! DING!

Sally Talfourd vs. Ellie

As the bell rings, Sally blows a quick kiss to Biggs on the outside, who shakes his head at the gesture. This instantly fills Ellie with rage, and she rushes towards Sally, only to receive a kick to the gut, allowing Sally to nail the Makeover! She goes for the cover, 1
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Winner: Sally Talfourd

Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Sally Talfourd!

Harvey: And this one was over before it even begun! Ellie let Sally's flirting with Biggs get the best of her, and paid for it!

Chase: That's not right! Sally exploited Ellie's emotions! That's not fair!

Harvey: Fair or not, Sally joins Chet Watkins and Kulev Mahu in the Test for the Best Tournament!

Ellie is still dazed as Biggs slides into the ring to tend to her. The ref raises Sally's arm in victory as “Starstrukk” begins to play again! Sally playfully waves towards Biggs again, who rips off his shades and glares at Sally, yelling at her to stop that! Sally blows him another kiss as she exits the ring and makes her way up the ramp, slapping fives with the fans as Biggs continues to tend to his fiance. APW goes to a commercial break.

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As APW comes back from a commercial break, Biggs and Ellie are walking backstage. Ellie holds her cheek in pain and is livid as Biggs tries to cheer her up.

Ellie: I can't believe it! The nerve of that woman! How dare she blow a kiss at you! And she beat me to!

Biggs: Listen, I didn't ask for her to do that, nor did I enjoy it. The fact is Ellie, is that unfortunately, you let her get to you...

Ellie: Sally Talfourd is nothing but a loose wench! A slime, a weasel!

The two of them reach Biggs' office. As they enter, a large, framed poster of Sally Talfourd is found hanging where Biggs' portrait normally is. On it is written the message, “For my #1 Honey Bun!” Ellie's jaw drops, and she immediately storms right back out of the office. Biggs has an exasperated look on his face as Cyrus enters the office.

Biggs: Crap dangit!

Cyrus: What's her problem?

Biggs points at the portrait, and Cyrus chuckles.

Cyrus: You lucky dog! Not only do you have a hot fiance, but now the hottest woman wrestler here is sweet on you! How come you get all the girls, and I have to pay for mine?

Biggs: Because you're sleezeball, my friend. But that's besides the point. The fact is that I don't want Sally's attention or aderation! This really has upset Ellie. I'm going to go talk to her. If you could please remove that picture, it would be appreciated.

Cyrus: What do you want me to do with it?

Biggs: I don't care. Whatever you want.

Cyrus grins from ear to ear as Biggs leaves the office to try and find Ellie. The camera switches back out ringside.

Chase: Man, Biggs is one lucky guy!

Harvey: I bet Ellie would disagree with that. Still, up next we have John Green facing off against Hellfire KID!

Chase: Yeah, the Clash of the Losers!

Harvey: Well that’s not very nice! What my partner is referring to of course if you missed Mayhem is that these two were involved in two great matches unfortunately neither of them came out on top.

Chase: Green climbed to the top and stumbled, failing to capture the APW title, and Hellfire lost the Overdrive Title to Mark Moment the same night!

Harvey: Right, and I love this booking Chase, because these guys have the opportunity here tonight to climb back into a title picture with a great performance here tonight.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall! Introducing first from Onterio Canada… HELLFIRE!

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 wait for Hellfires opponent.

Harvey: And I understand congradulations are in order as Alyssa and Hellfire are now engaged!

Chase: Well that’s not all, see because this guy has promised to quit if he fails.

Harvey: I dunno about that partner, I think the emotion of the moment may have gotten to him post Mayhem, I don’t really expect that to happen…

Paige: And his opponent, from Atlanta Georgia… he is the Retribution Killer… JOHN GREEN!

"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.

Wish I may,
Wish I might,
Have this I wish tonight,
Are you satisfied?

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 monstrous 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.

Dig for gold,
Dig for fame,
You dig to make your name,
Are you pacified?,
All the wants you waste,
All the things you've chased,
And it all crashes down,
And you break your crown,
And you point your finger,
But there's no one around

John hops off and takes off his shirt and throws it into the crowd.

Just want one thing,
Just to play the king,
But the castle crumbled,
And you've left with just a name,
Where's your crown?
King nothing!!!

His music fades out as he awaits for the bell to ring.

*DING DING*

John Green vs. Hellfire K.I.D.

Harvey: And there’s the bell… I gotta say, considering what happened at Mayhem both these guys look pretty focused here tonight.

Chase: That’s the sweet smell of desperation here tonight. This is for Test for the Best, one of these guys in the ring here tonight is going to miss it. They can hear opportunity slipping away like the bell in their match at Mayhem.

Harvey: Harsh man… very harsh.

Kid and Green take a look at each other for a few moments taking stock, and then the smaller Hellfire takes a running start at Green who catches him out of the air as he tries for a running vertical press and tries to set up a fall away slam. Surprised, Green’s mouth falls open as Kid manages to wiggle around on his arms and to his shoulder where he is able to fall on his feet behind Green and shove him with both hands into his back putting enough separation between them to connect with a beautiful drop kick that sends Green reeling back against a turnbuckle still with the look of shock on his face.

Chase: Got to do better than that. I mean come on sloppy ring work is what cost Green his chance at the title!

Harvey: Until Mayhem Hellfire was on quite a roll here in APW, Green might have taken him just a little bit lightly by comparing him to the Champ and that might be a tragic mistake!

Kid lets out a yell, pointing towards the ceiling as he charges the stunned Green, his feet hit the turnbuckles on either side of Green and then he bends over punches raining down on a shocked Green who looks totally caught off guard by the naked aggression he’s seeing here. After several blows he is able to work his arms against Kid’s torso and shove him sending the smaller man stumbling back to the mat, but then he charges right back this time planting his feet squarely into the center of Green’s gut, with his hands locked behind his head as he falls backwards Monkey flipping him out of the corner where Green hits the mat with a flop.

Harvey: Good lord, Kid has REALLY taken it to John here in the early going of this match!

Chase: Well we know who wants to be in TftB don’t we?

Kid pops back to his feet and gestures to the crowd and nods as they applaud in appreciation. He grins a little looking towards Alyssa standing at ringside as he makes his way back over to Green and bends down grabbing his head and hauling the big man up towards his feet. He lets out a yell of surprise of his own as John grabs a hold of the backs of his feet as he stands jerking them right out from under him and slamming him down to the mat. Almost before the crowd or the ref has time to react Green mounts Kid and starts firing down a series of rapid fire punches with a roar of pure anger leaving the smaller man desperately trying to cover up to protect himself.

After a few moments of this Green grabs a hold of Kid, who looks a bit stunned himself now, and locks in a Full Nelson using his size and height to put terrific pressure on Kid’s neck and shoulder. He holds it for a few moments before lifting Kid up into the air with one of his arms still hooked around driving him back first into the mat for the second time.

Chase: OH! I think someone is a little miffed they almost got made to look like a fool…

John pauses a moment shaking his head and pushing his hair back on his head as he looks down at Kid with a disbelieving look on his face.

Harvey: It almost looks like John Green might be a little dismissive of Hellfire here tonight…

Chase: From what we’ve seen so far that could be a mistake!

Green moves back over towards Hellfire and jumps into the air landing with his knee extended into Kid’s gut making him jerk and clutch coughing and gasping for air. He nods to himself bending down then to pick him up, and then stands straight up in the air a spray of sweat sparkling in the lights as Kid delivers a savage kick upwards into the side of his head. Green stumbles a couple steps his hand going to the side of his head while he blinks and tries to clear the stars out.

Harvey: That’ll clear the sinuses!

Kid spins around and gets to his feet, a determined look on his face as he charges Green and runs just to his right jumping onto the second ring rope and grabbing John’s head as he flips over into a DDT driving the larger man’s head into the mat and then immediately goes for the cover.

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Kickout!

Kid obviously swears softly under his breath as Green kicks out, moving forward on his knees a bit and delivers a couple punches to Green’s chest and shoulder before locking his legs around Green’s arm and twisting it around his knee which seems to wake John up quite a bit. He shakes his head at the ref and reaches out his hand balling up into Hellfire’s hair, ignoring the ref’s warning and count as he uses his hold to bend Hellfire’s upper body backwards and then snaps his head forward delivering a headbutt to the back of Kid’s head that breaks the hold and sends Kid rolling away with both hands clutching the back of his head tightly.

Chase: Well, that’s using your head.

Harvey: You should be killed for that joke…

Chase: Wha…

Harvey: No, I mean it.. be…headed.

(Chase can be heard banging his head into the announce table)

Green walks over to Kid delivering a savage kick to his mid section that lifts him partly off the mat and follows it up by bouncing off the rope and delivering a knee into the side of his head which knocks the smaller man to the side seemingly totally out of it now. He then gather’s up Kid’s legs lifting him up off the mat in a powerbomb position but is again caught off guard as Kid is able to grab the back of his head literally crawling out of his grasp and falling down his back with his hands gripping the back of his legs flipping him over into a pin position.

1….

Harvey: sunset flip reversal!

2…..

Chase: oh man! A kick out at the last possible second John Green looks totally stunned.

Green has broken the hold and scrambled back away from Hellfire eyes wide with shock as he looks to the ref as if he almost thought he didn’t make the count. For his part Kid grins a little bit, his hand clutching at the ropes for a moment and gives a shake of his head, still woozy from the head blows. Capitalizing Green roars out of his squat position and connects with a clothesline to send Kid back down to the mat and retake control of the match once again.

Harvey: Another move displaying Green’s physical dominance of this match despite the game way in which Hellfire is performing tonight, but his offense seems to only be sustained when it’s a counter to something Green is doing.

Chase: True. That might win you a few matches in the end, but it’s no strategy to fight a whole match.

Green pulls Kid up by the hair looking at him a moment and then draws back his free hand delivering a snap that completely spins the man around, and then bends picking him up around the middle and performing a quick back suplex delivered with impressive force. At ring side Alyssa looks somewhat upset and can be seen slapping at the ring apron as she yells encouragement at Kid. Green can be said saying something back to her which seems to upset Alyssa just a little.

Green gets back to his feet, pulling Hellfire with him and pulling his head down between his legs as he bends down to hook his arms and then delivers the Head Splitter driving his face into the mat.

Chase: No counter for that one eh jumping boy?!

Green pulls Hellfire over and then goes for the pin.

1…..

2……..

3….!!

*DING DING*

Paige: And here is your winner by pinfall… JOHN GREEN!

Harvey: And just like that John Green has one his Test for the Best qualifier… thoughts Chase?

Chase: nah nah nahha naaah…

Harvey: Oh hell no… can someone cut his mic?

Chase: nah nah naaah nahh.. hey hey hey… goodbye…

Alyssa climbs into the ring to go check on Hellfire rolling him over. He seems to be aware of what’s going on but doesn’t get up right away as she slips an arm around him.

[biggs]

As Overdrive comes back to commercial we head to the ring side announcers.

Chase: I am sick to my stomach folks...

Harvey: Yeah during the commercial break the ring crew have transformed the APW ring into well...take a look for yourselves as the camera shows you what we see here.

The camera then pans across the ring as the apron has been changed from the traditional APW logo to that of the Michael Lively silllouhette of the JESUS pose. across the apron reads the words "The Hottest Shit Going, and your Savior Michael Lively". Each turnbuckle pad has been replaced with ones that have a portrait of Michael Lively's face plastered on them. Inside the ring sits a throne fit for a king as the fans seem to be rumbling with hatred knowing that any minute the music of the most hated man in wrestling is sure to pollute their eardrums, while the sight of what is to come will surely churn the nachos within their stomachs. Just then the fans have their worst fears become a shocking reality as the lights dim, blue strobes begin to flicker and the serenade of AFI's Miseria Cantare welcomes in the arrogance that is Michael Lively.


The JESUS steps out on the rampway with his dicsiple at his right hand. The midget gladly carrying the Xtreme title over his shouler as he stands beside the man he calls savior. Just then men dressed in Michael Lively merchandise come out from behind the curtain with palm frands in their hands. The men frantically begin laying the palms in the path of their savior toward the ring.


Chase: Are you freaking kidding me?

Harvey: It looks like Lively has enlisted a small group of the rather metally challenged peple that seem to love this asshole, and they sure are linning the walkway for their JESUS.

Chase: This has got to stop, I don't know if I can take much more of this nonesense.

Lively raises his nose in the air as he begins walking toward the ring on his newly layed path of palm frands. The JESUS walks up the steps to the ring apron as one of the select few that seem to worship the ground this man walks on parts the ropes for him and his disciple. Lively enters the newly transformed kingdom of JESUS otherwise known as the APW ring. He then walks to his throne and has a seat as the fans become rabid with anger at the shear arrogance this man is displaying before them. Michael Lively snaps his finger and one of the select few drops to their hands and knees so he can put his feet up on the mans back. Lively then glares at another member of the select few and that man quickly does the same just off to the right of the throne. Lil Dick then steps forward laying the Xtreme title on the mat just in front of Lively's human foot rest and has a seat on the other mans back. Another memeber of the select few quickly scampers over handing Lil Dick a microphone. The midget gladly holds the thing to his lips and addresses the masses in attendance this evening.


Lil Dick: You people should bow down for your savior!!! You should be in awe for simple perfection he displays, and the unmatchable excellence he dispenses at will!!!

The fans simply keep their rants of displeasure spewing toward the ring.

Lil Dick: Now shut your mouths, for the JESUS is about speak!!!

Lil Dick then reaches over holding the microphone for Michael Lively as he sits in his throne acting too royal to even grab the stick.

Lively: Here we are fresh off the Mayhem PPV. It may have been that for some competitors on that card, but for me...a simple cake walk like I projected it would be.

More hatred from the jam packed arena.

Lively: Now in this very moment I would imagine Hardcore Jim Steel might be taking a long hard look in the mirror, taking an inventory of his soul, and hopefully come to the realization that he didn't belong in the ring with me, let alone belong signed to a deal here in APW. Quite frankly that souless, no heart having weak sauce son of a bitch would be better fit wearing a paper hat, hand slicing potatoes into french fries at the local In & Out Burger. When he was announced the number one contender I felt it was like Christmas, I felt as if I recieved a gift from APW. Once my laughter wore off, the humor of the joke set before my feet grew old so did the reality of no compeition. So as I sit here the savior of APW, the most decorated superstar in this company, the greatest PURE wrestling God to ever step foot inside these ropes I ask you people one question...

The fans explode with hatred and break loose in the "FUCK YOU JESUS" chant. Lively simply smirks at the actions of the mouth foaming rabid fans overwhelmed with disgust for the man who claims to be their savior.

Lively: WHAT NEXT?? I mean I have yet to even be challenged for this title, this worthless piece of leather that so many people hold with such high regards. Well here it sits on the shoulder of my disciple, and here I am in my throne waiting for a REAL slice of competition to actually sprout some wings and fly up to the kingdom of the JESUS. NO, scratch that I don't want one challenger line me up multiple challengers...maybe two, maybe three, four...screw it toss me in the ring with six or seven other men and once that explossion ripples through the masses, the dust comes to rest, it will be yours truly standing tall on a pile of broken bodies as if it were a fucking Holocaust!!! Call me Lively Hitler, cause all you Ann Frank looking shits will surely burn!!!!

Harvey: I can't believe my ears this asshole has really...

Chase: Wait a minute Harv...thats the GM's music.

"Spaceman," by The Killers, hits the speakers, and Biggs enters the arena to loud boos.

Harvey: Biggs is on the ramp and he looks none too pleased with this show of arrogance from Michael Lively.

Chase: Me either...

Biggs: Enough, enough, enough already...I think my ears are bleeding from the complete and utter nonsense leaving your lips Michael.

The fans pop with cheers and laughter as Lively kicks over the follower he was using as a foot rest and stands up looking toward Biggs. Lil Dick stands up on the follower he was sitting on and holds the mic to Michael's face.

Lively: How dare you...who do you think you are interupting the JESUS...

Biggs: Well Lively, I would just so happen to be the General Manager of Overdrive. I'm the head honcho around here, so I guess that means I can interrupt people as I please. And before you speak another word I suggest you pump the brakes a bit and realize that I am...

Lively: Please you can't threaten the JESUS, I am the reason this show has viewers, I'm the reason these fans haven't left APW completely after the shitty job you have done. Hell it was YOUR bright idea to have that number one contender's match for the Xtreme title pitting two of the most undeserving, untalented wastes of human flesh in this company that in turn offered me zero challenge at the PPV. It was your string pulling Biggs, you are the dealer who dealt the shitty hand. So just because you have egg on your face, because you screwed up with the lackluster title match at Mayhem...it doesn't mean you have the authority to ruin my party, my celebration of excellence, the glorification of perfection that is Michael Lively.

Biggs: Actually, I do have the authority to do darn near anything I please, but I will give you that! Your last two pay per view opponents didn't necessarily push you too hard, or present a stiff challenge that you claim to crave.

Michael Lively smiles at the comments of the GM as the crowd roars with anger and boo's.

Biggs: We gave Jim Steel a chance, he seized the opportunity, and he failed in doing what I hoped he would do, that was making you whimper in pain...

Lively again smirks as Biggs wins back the crowd slightly.

Biggs: So thats why I am out here Michael, first, as much as it pains me to do so, to admit you were right about Jim Steel.

Lively: About God Damn time some one realized that when I speak it's like verbal gold...

Biggs: Easy I wouldn't go that far. You seem to be forgetting the fact that I hate you, Lively. There's not too many people that I can say I truly hate, but you're one of them! The other reason I am out here is to give you what you deserve, what you want for once...

Lively then out stretches his arms in an I am JESUS pose almost waiting for his perfection to be rewarded.

Biggs: You have handled your opponents at the last two PPV's with what you call ease and you claim we should have filled the ring with competition so at Test for the Best...we will do just that...

Lively drops the pose as he looks a bit confussed.

Biggs: Lively you will be defending your Xtreme title in an XTREME SCRAMBLE MATCH!!! You and a plethera of opponents will be going to war for the Xtreme title.

Lively looks worried as the GM just called his bluff live on Overdrive. Lively then shrugs off his worry and lets the ego consume him.

Lively: A scramble match...have you not heard I have went the distance in an Xtreme scramble once before...

Biggs: I did hear that in fact I recall you making it all the way through and then loosing right at the end...

Lively: Shut the hell up, I was robbed in that match...it is in the past, another company...you know what...fine a scramble match is what you want then the JESUS is all in...who do you have that can even remotely compare to the JESUS. Stack three to six of this weak roster together here in APW and that can't still even fill my shadow...WHO DO YOU HAVE BIGGS???...

Lively flashes his evil grin toward the GM with arrogance.

Biggs: You don't think I got anybody, do you Lively? You don't think that I already have a competitor already hand picked whom I believe can unseat you as the APW Xtreme Champion? Well I do. In fact, Michael Lively, let me introduce to you to the first man entered in the Xtreme Scramble match....

The fans become overrun with adoration and excitement when the image of Crazy Joe leaps over the railing next to the broadcast booth. The man slides into the ring behind Michael Lively and charges forward nailing a bulldog on the champion. Lil Dick turns looking pissed at the man who has just interupted and taken down his savior. The loyal disciple then eats a roundhouse kick for his comitment. All of the select few that worship Lively scatter out of the ring as the JESUS stagers to his feet. Joe hooks Lively's head and then to the pleasure of the crowd Joe drops the champion with a violent evenflow DDT in the center of the ring to the roar of the crowd.

Biggs: This man proved his mettle at Mayhem by winning a Falls Count Anywhere Match, Crazy Joe!!!!

Joe bends down picking up the Xtreme title and hoists it above his head as the fans seem to love the sight of some one other then Michael Lively holding that title.

Biggs: Now if my ring crew could kindly clear all that trash from my ring and lets get back to business around here.

Just then a bunch of roadies rush toward the ring with a new apron, trash cans, and brooms ready to put the Action Packed Ring back to normal. As they do we head out for another commercial.

[biggs]

The scene cuts to backstage where Crazy Joe is standing about to be asked some questions about what we witnessed earlier tonight-

So, Crazy Joe, we just watched you brutally attack Michael Lively from seemingly out of nowhere. Can you offer some insight into what just happened?

Crazy Joe: Well here’s the deal, I’ve only been here for a short time right now, but I feel as though I’ve been flying drastically under the radar. I had a big win at Mayhem and really feel like I’ve turned a corner in my mental state. I’ve dedicated my focus to a singular thing. And that thing is winning. So when I see Michael Lively prancing around the ring, proclaiming himself as Jesus, I knew that someone needed to stop this fool.

So that was it, you didn’t like his behavior?

Crazy Joe: It’s not just about behavior; because I’ve noticed a lot of people here in APW have a concept that they are someone superior to everyone. Sure Michael Lively may be the Extreme Champion and he may have won a few matches, but to proclaim yourself as Jesus? That’s going too far. I think I’m a religious man, I can’t be entirely sure, but there is a chance I am, so you can’t just be spreading your blasphemy all through this arena without me getting involved.

So what are your plans going forward?

Crazy Joe: There is only one plan for going forward. That is to beat Michael Lively and take that Extreme Title from him. I don’t care what it takes, and I don’t care who I have to beat. But by the end of the match, I will be standing tall with that title. Michael Lively needs to know that he is not invincible. His very Lively-hood is going to be at stake when we meet in the ring. What I just did to him earlier was one thing, but once we’re in the ring together in an actual match, that’s when I’ll start having some real fun. Be on the watch APW, Crazy Joe isn’t just here for blood anymore, he’s here for gold.

-It looks like there is about to be another question, but Crazy Joe just turns and walks off camera.-

Paige: The following match is shueduled for one fall, introducing first, weighing in at 330 pounds, from Philladelphia, Pennsylvania, “Hardcore” Jim Steel!

Thunderstruk hits the P.A. as 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 220 pounds, from Washington D.C., “Mr. 420” Young Mannie!

Drop The World hits the P.A. and Mannie comes out on the stage He Pulls The Blk/Mild Behind His Ear And Lights It, The Lights In The Arena Go Off And his Attire Glows In The Dark As he Walk And Holding his Hands Out.

Harvey: Both of these competitors are coming off of loses at Mayhem, but both are determined to make a mark in this tournament!

Chase: That's for sure! Young Mannie took part in that insane Six Man Tag Match, taking Shaun Kilgore to the limit before being taken out! Jim Steel, on the other hand, felt the wrath of Michael Lively! Neither one can be 100% tonight!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Young Mannie vs. “Hardcore” Jim Steel

Both men then quickly lock up in the middle of the ring. Young Mannie gets the upper hand and puts Jim in a small headlock. Jim uses his weight and Young Mannie’s to make them both fall into the ropes. Jim then uses his leverage to send Young Mannie into the opposite ropes. Young Mannie comes back and slides under a dropkick attempt by Jim. Jim quickly gets up but Young Mannie lift him onto his back and nails him with a torture rack helicopter slam.

Chase: I believe he calls that Deosil Slam.

Harvey: Yeah he names a lot of his moves. I’m surprised you took the time to remember them all.

Chase: I didn’t remember them all… just that one. Aren't you impressed?

Harvey: Actually, I'm more impressed by the feat of strength we've just seen from Mannie. Jim Steel outweights him by over a hundred pounds!

Jim gets up slowly and Young Mannie bounces off the ropes. As Jim reaches himself to one knee Young Mannie slams his own knee into the side of Jim’ face. A loud thud can be heard and then fans react. Young Mannie drops down to the mat and puts Jim in an armbar. Jim screams out and tries to fight the hold off. Jim twists and turns but Young Mannie won’t let go. Finally Jim wiggles forward enough to grab the ropes the ref starts up a count 1
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Young Mannie lets go of the move and holds his arms back. Young Mannie steps back, waiting for Jim to get back to his feet. Jim does shortly and Young Mannie runs at him but Jim drops down and drops Young Mannie to the mat with a jawbreaker. Jim drops to the mat and puts Young Mannie in a sleeper hold.

Harvey: Steel is trying to wear his opponent down here! He knows that Mannie's probably not gonna tap this early, but if he can get him to pass out, it won't matter!

Young Mannie struggles at first to break the move, but then finally succeeds. Young Mannie pulls Jim’ arm around his head and then drops down and reverses the hold into a crossface. Once again Jim has a hard time fighting off the move and reaches towards the ropes. Young Mannie applies his weight though and keeps Jim down and centered in the ring. Jim tries to roll around and finally shifts enough weight to counter Young Mannie into a rollup, but Young Mannie rolls out of the attempt and bounces off the ropes. Jim then sticks out his foot and trips Young Mannie upon return. Young Mannie quickly gets up but Jim jumps of his back and locks in a rear naked choke.

Chase: Jim calls this move Revival and has won a lot of matches with it. This could be over.

Young Mannie quickly drops to one knee as they hold is applied, but keeps himself up, knowing that if he gets grounded that this match will be over in a heartbeat. Young Mannie fights to stay up, but Jim has the hold in pretty damn good. Young Mannie uses his strength and flips Jim over his head. Jim is so surprised that he lets go, but cuts a complete frontflip and lands on his feet. He quickly jumps backwards and catches Young Mannie in the face with an elbow, making him stumble back a bit. Jim then grabs Young Mannie and plants him with a tiger suplex. Jim then gets on top for the first cover of the match, 1
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And a kickout from Young Mannie. Jim pulls up quickly and Young Mannie is not too far behind. Jim grabs Young Mannie and whips him into the turnbuckle. Jim walks over to Young Mannie and nails him with three kicks to the stomach. Jim the leaps up, attempting to kick Young Mannie in the head. Young Mannie ducks though and Jim misses and spins around. Young Mannie grabs him and belly-to-belly suplexes Jim into the turnbuckle he was just stuck in. Young Mannie takes a step back and bounces off the ropes as Jim stumbles out of the turnbuckle. Young Mannie then nails Jim in the gut with a huge spear! Young Mannie stays on Jim as the ref gets in position, 1
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And Jim kicks out this time.

Chase: Good scouting there by Young Mannie and it almost helped him win the match.

Harvey: A very back and forth battle, so exciting!

Young Mannie wastes no time as he locks in a fujiwara armbar on Jim. Jim reacts fairly quickly and jerks his head back, headbutting Young Mannie right in the face, causing him to break the hold. Young Mannie grabs Jim’ head though and slams it face first into the mat. Jim flips himself over and kicks Young Mannie in the gut. He then grabs a leg and puts Young Mannie in a single Boston crab. Young Mannie quickly reverses and puts Jim’ into a half Boston crab of his own. Jim then reverses that and puts Young Mannie in a cloverleaf. Young Mannie quickly grabs the ropes and Jim breaks the hold.

Chase: Wow, a lot of counters going on here.

Harvey: Granted, most of Jim's counters have been utilizing his brute strength rather than technical accumen, but it's still impressive!

No man seems to be able to get an upper hand even though it’s been a pretty long battle. They both get back to their feet at about the same time and Jim headbutts Young Mannie, sending him back a bit. Young Mannie charges forward and easily buts the weak Jim down with a clothesline. Jim quickly gets up though, knowing being at the ground right now is not a good idea. Young Mannie runs at him, attempting another clothesline but Jim ducks under it. Out of nowhere Jim knocks Young Mannie out with a double underhook side brainbuster. Both men are down after the move, as this is the first time Jim finally gets a break. He breaths heavily and rolls over to the side and pins Young Mannie, 1
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KICKOUT!

Chase: Holy hell Young Mannie just kicked out of Jim’ Broken Wings!

Harvey: This is for a chance to compete in the Test for the Best Tournament! Neither man wants to be left out!

Jim sits up and doesn’t seem to believe that Young Mannie just kicked out of his finisher. Jim pounds the mat a bit in frustration. Jim walks over to Young Mannie and grabs his head, putting Young Mannie in a seated position on the mat. Jim then locks in a sleeper hold on Young Mannie. Young Mannie drifts away quickly, not seeming to put up much of a fight. Jim yells at the ref to check on Young Mannie’s consciousness level. The ref brings Young Mannie’s arm up and then lets it hit the mat, 1
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The fans all shout out a three count but the ref waves it off as Young Mannie stops his hand from hitting the mat at the very last second. Jim quickly gets up and starts arguing with the ref

Chase: I don’t know about that one Darren…

Harvey: In my opinion it could’ve went either way. Nonetheless, Jim better pay attention to Young Mannie and not the ref.

Jim turns his attention back to Young Mannie after about a fifteen second discussion with the ref. Jim drags Young Mannie back to his feet and Young Mannie returns the favor with an European uppercut that send Jim back into the ropes. Jim comes back and grabs the leg of a kicking Young Mannie. Young Mannie leaps up and pops Jim with an Enziguri that sends him flailing to the mat. Young Mannie then turns towards the turnbuckle and slowly climbs as the fans begin to stir. Jim stumbles to his feet and finds his way to the turnbuckle as Young Mannie turns around. Young Mannie kicks Jim square in the head and picks him up to the top turnbuckle along with him. Young Mannie then superplexes Jim off the top turnbuckle and to the mat. Both men lay in the ring as the ref starts a countout.

Darren: This would not be a good ending for this match!

Chase: These two have fought too hard and come too far to quit now.

The refs stops his count at 6 as Young Mannie reaches his feet first and Jim slowly gets up behind him. Young Mannie cocks back and punches Jim with whatever energy he has left. Jim stumbles back a bit and then returns the favor. Young Mannie cocks back and nails Jim once again but when Jim comes back Young Mannie dodges the attempt and locks in his submission.

Harvey: Purple Haze! Can Jim get out of this?

The pain seems to hit Jim instantly as he starts rolling around, trying to flip Young Mannie over. Young Mannie doesn’t allow Jim, but Jim still reaches towards the ropes. The amount of energy in him seems to be worn down enough to where after several seconds he can’t make any progress towards the ropes. Finally Jim gives in with a tap. DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Young Mannie

Paige: The winner of this match, via submission,Young Mannie!

Harvey: What a hard fought contest by both competitors! But in the end, Young Mannie grits his way through to join the field of Chet Watkins, Kulev Mahu, Sally Talfourd, and John Green! This is shaping up to be quite the tournament!

Chase: Indeed! We're starting to get a clearer picture of the who all will be involved!

The ref raises Young Mannie's arm in victory as APW cuts backstage.

As we head backstage inside a locker room the door swings open with a violent and stiff boot belonging to none other then the Xtreme champion Michael Lively. The Arrogant individual looks rather concerened and a bit tweaked with emotion and rage as he storms into the room followed by his disciple Lil Dick. The midget has possession on the Xtreme title and sets it on the couch as the JESUS walks to the bathroom leaning on the sink. After a breif moment looking downward the self proclaimed savior turns the water on scooping both his hands underneath the stream and splashing his face. He turns the water off and the silence becomes slightly numbing. Almost in slow motion Michael Lively lifts his head with water dripping from his face. The concern of his next challenge, and anger of the recent attack he just suffered ever present as you see his image reflected in the mirror. Then almost like a transformation this sick twisted grin emerges on the Hottest Shit Going's face as he stares his reflection down. You can see Lil Dick walk into the bathroom looking at Lively who seems to be lost in a trance.

Lil Dick: You alright?

Lively: I am just fine little man. This is what I have been begging for, a real challenge, a real threat. Never have I ever felt more alive then when I competed in that cluster fuck scramble match in the IWC, and now here in my real home, in the company the runs the industry I get a chance to once again feel that overwhleming sensation. Once again I get to have the thrill, the excitement, and be faced with the damn near impossible challenge of a scramble match. I am extremely happy with how things unfolded here tonight.

Lil Dick: What about Crazy Joe, I mean he ruined your segment, layed hands on my savior, these things can not go unpunished, can they?

Lively spins around sitting against the sink and looks down at his discple.

Lively: Crazy Joe wanted to make a statement, a statement to the fans. Thats what he did here this evening, thats the only people he chose to talk to because I didn't hear a damn thing other then the trembling of his nerves and the rapid fire thumping of his scared little heart. If this son of a bitch really wishes to have a come to JESUS meeting I can pencil him in next week for a one on one, face to face, live on Overdrive. I wouldn't mind starting the mind games off nice and early. So do me a favor Lil Dick, you scamper on out there find Biggs, and let him know the JESUS wishes to tangle with his number one pick next week.

Lil Dick nods his head as Lively reaches for a towel drying off his face. The midget turns on his heals and heads for the door as Michael Lively walks back to his couch having a seat looking toward the monitor to enjoy the rest of Overdrive.

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'Astronaut' by Amanda Palmer comes over the arena, the lights fading down to a low light. Suddenly the crowd is engulfed in a wave of green light before Leila walks onto the stage, bathed in the glow of a spotlight. She looks up above her, then raises her hands slightly as the lights return to normal. She walks down to the ring, ringing her hands as she goes; focused on the match, ignoring the nobodies boo-ing her as she passes them. She walks up the steps, steps through the ring and looks to the skies again. After a moment's pause, she casts a mocking look over the crowd before she removes her khimar, folding it and handing it over to the official. She flicks her hair out a few times then rolls her shoulders over a few times, warming up for the match.
‘Somebody Help Me’ by Full Blown Rose hits the P.A. and Alyssa walks out. Suddenly a burst of pyro and there's a phoenix on the titantron. At this point Alyssa runs to the ring sliding in awaiting her opponent.

Paige:Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one-fall. The first competitor, hailing from Tehran, Iran. She weighs in tonight at one-hundred and thirty pounds. She is Leila Farrahi! And her opponent, hailing from Toronto, Canada, and weighing in at one-hundred and thirteen pounds. She is Alyssa Morenna!

Leila Farrahi vs. Alyssa Morenna

Both women lock up immediately, trying to start the match on top. Alyssa comes out with the upper hand, locking Leila’s arm up behind her. She takes her down to the mat,fdorces the arm. Leila cries out but is able to reach around and pull down on Alyssa’s arm, getting free of the hold. Leila rolls over on that mat, Alyssa makes her feet, and both lock up again. Leila breaks free, gets a stud chop in. Leila keeps it up until Alyssa is back in the corner, holed up. Liela with a forearm into the gut. She gloats for a moment, giving enough tie for Alyssa to burst out the corner, getting in chops of her own. Step back, and Alyssa takes Leila down with a clothesline.

Harvey: Both women are dishing out some damage, but neither one has really gone for a home run shot this early in the match!

Chase: That's smart wrestling. If you try to go for the big moves too early, you risk opening yourself up to some nasty counter attacks!

Alyssa works over Leila’s knees, driving them into the mat over and over again. She rolls her onto her back and drops elbows into Leila’s chest now. Alyssa goes for a third, Leila rolls over and out of the way. She makes it to her feet as Alyssa gets up, and charefes her with a clothesline. Alyssa is down to the mat. Leila kneels over, laying in the strikes. She knocks her down a third time, then goes down to the legs and tries tolock on an ankle lock. Alyssa is quick and scrambles to the ropes.

Both women part and then lock up back in the centre of the ring. Leila gets the upper hand, arm wringer, then pulls on the arm. Alyssa to her knees. Leila with a headlock, pulls he up to her feet. Snap suplex. Leila back up, kick Alyssa over and gets in some leg drops. Alyssa rolls out from the next, and gets up with the ropes. Meet in the idle of the ring, Alyssa around the back, then gets Leila in a full nelson. Into a dragon suplex. Goes for the pin 1
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Alyssa is up, gets around behind Leila and is up in a crucifix. Leila tries to remain standing, but backs into the ropes. The ref calls for the count. Alyssa works her way off at the 2 and Leila puts some distance between the two of them. Both and in the ring and chopping each other. Leila wins the contest and sends Alyssa back to the corner. Hard strikes to the head then Leila pulls Alyssa out and hits another suplex. Alyssa is down, Leila in with a guillotine choke. Alyssa fights it off, makes it to the ropes. She hold on but Leila is in with kicks. The ref tries to separate them but can’t make Leila budge. He goes for the call, then gets Alyssa free at the 4.

Harvey: Leila better watch herself, otherwise she could get herself Dqed!

Chase: It already happened to Alex Warman earlier tonight!

Alyssa pulls herself up, then the two lock up once more. Poke to the eye from Leila sends Alyssa stumbling. Kick to the gut and quickly Liel a hits the Blood Flow. Alyssa is down, Leila in for a pin 1
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Chase: She's going to the high rent district!

Alyssa leaps off from the rope, looking for the Lightning Splash, but Leila rolls out of the way. Alyssa finds the mat, and grabs at her midsection in pain. Leila makes it to her feet, lays some kicks into the Alyssa, then pulls her up. She grabs hold of her head, then hits the Whisper in the Wind. The crowd start to boo her as she goes for another pin. 1 ….. 2 .. out! Leila is really fed up now, slams the mat and kneels over Alyssa and lays the strikes in. The ref pulls her off, checks on Alyssa, then steps back. Leila rolls Alyssa over and gets her into the Lady of the Lake. The crowd knows what’s coming, and start to jeer Leila. She yells out, then rolls Alyssa into the Fujiwara armbar, the Shab. Alyssa tries to hold on, but can’t for much longer and she taps. DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Leila Farrahi

Paige: Here is your winner, by submission, Leila Farrahi!

Chase: Leila Farrahi is one step closer towards her goal of “cleansing” APW! Could you imagine her as the Champion of APW!?

Harvey: It would certainly be interesting, that's all I'm gonna say!

“Astronaut” begins to play, and the ref raises Leila's arm. Leila tears her arm away from the referee, and instead raises both arms to the sky, looking up. She grabs her khimar, and exits the ring, leaving Alyssa laying there on the mat as APW goes to a commercial break.

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The camera cuts backstage where you see Cindy Shannon standing in front of the camera.

Cindy: At this time, please welcome…Chris Cyrus

The camera zooms out and Chris Cyrus walks into the camera view

Cindy: Chris, tonight you face Level One in a Test for the Best qualifying match. Are you ready to face a man like Level One?

Chris: What kind of question is that Cindy? Of course I’m ready. Level One, is like bubble gum. Once you chew it long enough, it loses its flavor, and that’s what happened to Level One lately. Level One is on a downward spiral since losing the Heavyweight Title and Level One will continue to spiral down after I’m done with him.

Cindy: There’s a lot of tough competition in this years tournament. How good are your chances of winning

Chris: My chances of winning are…….

Chris stops his speech and looks in a distance. And just then, Mark Moment walks into the camera view with the Overdrive Title over his shoulder and Cindy stands between the two men.

Cindy: Mark, What brings you here.

Chris: Yah, this is my interview chump. Go steal someone else’s air time.

Mark: I just came to see if the rumors we’re true Chris. People are telling me that if you don’t beat Level One tonight, your coming after me and my newly won Overdrive Title.

Chris: Your damn right I am.

Mark: And you deserve a shot? Have you even won a match this year.

Chris: Listen, I held the Xtreme Title for 364 days. Making me the greatest Xtreme Champion of all time. That alone makes me deserve not only a Overdrive Title shot, but a Heavyweight Title shot.

Mark: Is that so. Well Chris, I’m not scared of you. I’m a fighting champion. So I guess we’ll see what happens in your match tonight.

Just then, Hellfire walks into the picture with Alyssa by his side.

Hellfire: Hold on a second guys. Did I just hear right. Chris Cyrus, wants the Overdrive Title if he can’t be in the Test for the Best tournament.

Chris: That’s right. Whats it to ya.

Hellfire: I got two words for ya. Rematch Clauses.

Mark: Any time, any place Hellfire.

Chris: I’ll do you one better. Tonight, I beat Level One, then I’ll go and take your title before going to Shockwave and winning the Heavyweight Title. And if either one of you get in my way, I will send you both Straight to Hell!

Chris walks off, as Mark, Hellfire, Alyssa look on smirking at him and we go back to ringside.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

“X's And O's,” by Atreyu plays over the speakers as Diamante Valentine walks in with his head held high wearing John Morrison style shades. Damien Walker follows behind him, yelling at the fans as they go along. As he makes his way to the ring, Valentine picks out a female fan on the side of the ramp, and kisses her hand, making all the other women around her deeply jealous.

Pagie: Making his way to the ring first, accompanied by Damien Walker, weighing in at 235 pounds, from Venice, Italy, Diamante Valentine!

Harvey: Now this match is quite interesting, because it's almost a rematch of sorts from Mayhem! Both Valentine and his opponent tonight were involved in the Six Man Elimination Tag Match, which Kilgore ended up winning!

Chase: You can bet that Diamante won't be taking that lying down!

Diamante Valentine reaches the steps and walks up them, slicking his hair back before removing his shades and entering the ring.

"The Destination Is There" booms over the PA system, and the fans boo their lungs out as "The Excellent Gordie" Gordon Heath appears from behind the curtain, with "The Showstopper" Shaun Kilgore following behind him. They taunt and laugh at the fans, with Shaun daring several ringside fans to try and hit him.

Paige: And his opponent, accompanied by “The Excellent Gordie” Gordon Heath, weighing in at 247 pounds, from Colleyville, Texas, “The Showstopper” Shaun Kilgore!

Harvey: Whether you like him or not, you can't deny that Shaun Kilgore has been absolutely on fire since joining APW!

Chase: While his associates, The Sports Nutz, have suffered losses, Kilgore remains undefeated since joining APW!

Gordie enters the ring, further chastising the fans as Shaun slides into the ring, walking over to one of the corners and climbing to the middle turnbuckle, putting his arms up in the air as if he's holding an invisible beach ball, also referred to as the Randy Orton pose.

Shaun Kilgore vs. Diamante Valentine

Shaun Kilgore and Diamante Valentine square off in the ring. They go to eye to eye for a minute as Kilgore is running his mouth quite a bit. Valentine is no slouch with the words either and the two men start bumping heads. From seemingly out of nowhere Kilgore launches a hard right hook that drops Valentine almost immediately.

Valentine pops right back and up and nails a left jab of his own on
Kilgore! The two start sharing punches back and forth. Finally Valentine drives a kick into Kilgore’s stomach. Kilgore bends over, grasping his stomach. Valentine offers an uppercut with his forearm which sends Kilgore into the ropes. Kilgore bounces off as Valentine goes for a clothesline. Kilgore ducks underneath it and nails a roundhouse to the side of Valentines head!

Valentine falls and Kilgore goes for a quick pin.

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Harvey: There is certainly no love loss between these two! The Red Shield Mafia and The Greatness have been going at it ever since the two factions got to APW, it seems like!

Chase: It's quite the heated rivalry, that's for sure!

Valentine falls to the ground as Kilgore backs away and starts showboating to the crowd. After a few spins around the ring Kilgore looks over and sees that Valentine is starting to rebound and is on his knees. Kilgore charges at Valentine and lands a perfect kick to the side of the head. Valentine falls flat on his face. Kilgore begins the taunting again. He grabs Valentine by the arm and starts to drag him away from the corner. He flips him over and offers another pin attempt.

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Kilgore looks frustrated and stands to his feet and bring Valentine up with him. He raps his arm around Valentines head, and lifts him up and delivers a hard suplex! Kilgore considers going for the pin, but rather stands Valentine up again, he bear hugs him from the front and drops a huge belly to belly suplex! Kilgore still not satisfied picks up Valentine again. He throws him off the ropes. Valentine bounces off the ropes, stumbles and
falls on his face before he can even get to Kilgore. Kilgore laughs at the deflated Valentine. He drags him to the center of the ring, flips him over, and considers going for the pin. Instead, he looks at the turnbuckle. He decides to make the climb, taunting the crowd the entire way up. He stands on the top rope, signals to his elbow, jumps, VALENTINE ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY!

Chase: They're called high risk moves for a reason, and Shaun Kilgore found that out why first hand!

Harvey: Good ring presence by Valentine to realize what was going on and to be able to react.

Kilgore lands hard on his elbow. Valentine tries to get to his feet but stumbles again. Kilgore is grasping furiously at his elbow. Valentine uses the ropes to pick himself up. Kilgore realizes that Valentine is up and charges at him, Valentine charges back and drives his forearm into the head of Kilgore. Valentine stumbles to the ropes again, holding himself up after delivering the hard forearm. Kilgore pops back up and charges after Valentine again. Valentine delivers another hard forearm as Kilgore is down again! Valentine basically falls on Kilgore for the pin.

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Chase: Valentine almost joined his teammate Young Mannie in the tournament there!

Harvey: You can bet the rest of the Red Shield Mafia is watching this one in the back with great interest.

Valentine gets to his knees and still seems deflated. He attempts to pick up Kilgore with him, but Kilgore starts fighting back. Elbows to the mid-section of Valentine. Kilgore gets the upper-hand and grapples Valentine and throws him into the ropes, Valentine bounces off, Kilgore puts his head down to flip up Valentine, but Valentine stops himself, and delivers a hard knee to Kilgore! Kilgore goes down
again! Valentine bounces off the ropes and drives his knee into the forehead of Kilgore. Kilgore is reeling! Valentine lifts him up, throws him off the ropes, Kilgore bounces off, and back towards Valentine. Valentine catches him, lifts him up, and lands a perfect side slam on Kilgore! Valentine goes for the pin again.

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Winner: Shaun Kilgore

Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Shaun Kilgore!

Harvey: And the Showstopper is in the Test for the Best Tournament! Valentine appeared to be in control, but from out of nowhere, Kilgore musters up the strength to pull off the Ender! He could be a sleeper pick for sure!

Chase: There's hardly anything sleeper about it! Shaun Kilgore has been nothing but impressive, and he looks to continue the huge roll he's been on heading into Test for the Best!

The ref raises Kilgore's arm in victory as APW Overdrive goes to a commercial break.

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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. 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 crowd with a mic in hand.

Pence: Well, we did it once again! I walked into Mayhem as the APW Heavyweight Champion of the World, and I walked out of Mayhem as the APW Heavyweight Champion of the World, all thanks to each and every one of you!

The fans pop at this. Pence has a pleased look on his face, and looks to continue speaking before he's interrupted by Biggs, who's being shown in his office on the tron.

Biggs: Pence Weatherlight! If I have to sit through on more of your nausiating, gut wrenching, absolutely pathetic love fests, it would be too soon! Let's face it, Pence, you didn't accomplish much at Mayhem! Heck, who even gave John Green a chance at beating you? He got lucky against Lively, but too bad for him, his luck didn't hold up against you.

Pence: You're the one who booked the match, Biggs. But regardless of what you think, I felt that John Green was one hell of an opponent, and I would gladly face him again.

Biggs: You're just saying that because you're the “good guy,” Pence. I know deep down that you are just as morally corrupt and selfish as each and every one of these people in the audience here tonight. But the fact is Pence, I'm not here to talk about your match with John Green at Mayhem. No, that's in the past. Rather, Pence Weatherlight, I'm here to announce your opponent at Test for the Best! Now we all know that the winner of the tournament will get a shot at the APW Heavyweight Championship at Shockwave in August, but you need somebody to face in the mean time. So Pence, without further ado, here's your opponent!

Sevendust's “Enemy” hits the speakers as Bryan Payne walks out onto the stage. The fans are going crazy, and dueling chants of “PENCE! PENCE! PENCE!” and “FEEL THE PAYNE! FEEL THE PAYNE!” break out immediately! Bryan Payne has a smirk on his face, and Pence looks impressed.

Harvey: My goodness! Can you believe this!? Pence Weatherlight versus Bryan Payne at Test for the Best for the APW World Heavyweight Championship!

Chase: That match alone sells the pay per view! Oh my gosh!

APW Overdrive cuts to a commercial while the fans are still in a frenzy.

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Paige: The following contest is your main event of the evening and it’s the final Test for the Best Qualifying match.

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.

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

Paige: And his opponent. From Toronto, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 262 pounds, Level-One!!!

Level-One slowly begins to walk down the ramp, being booed loudly by the crowd. Level-One stops before eyeing down a fan, mocking the fan in the process. Level-One turns, and climbs up onto the apron. He climbs up turn-buckle, raising his arms in the air. Level-One hops down, and awaits for the fight in-front of him. Before the ref can call for the bell, Cyrus grabs a mic.

Cyrus: Hey Level-One, there's something Biggs wanted me to tell you before this match got started. When he said that every match tonight was a Test for the Best Qualifier, he forgot to mention that our match is a qualifier just for me! If I beat you, Level-One, I get the #1 Seed in the tournament. If you somehow get lucky and beat me, Level-One, you get nothing!

Chris Cyrus laughs loudly as Level-One is livid. The ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Level One Vs Chris Cyrus


The bell rings and they go to lock up and Chris boots Level One in the gut. Chris, acting like he just out smarted the former Heavyweight Champ, brings Level One to the corner and . Chris nails him with a back elbow to the jaw, but then Level One comes back with right hands and chops. Level One grabs Chris and sends him face first into the turnbuckle. Level One goes at Chris with more chops and right hands and Chris is able to get away and get outside the ring. Level One doesn’t waste time and goes right after the former Xtreme Champion. Level One grabs him before he can get away and he hits Chris with some chops before sending Chris Cyrus back inside. As Level One slides back into the ring, Chris dives at Level One with a double Axe Handle to the back of the head.

Harvey: Even though I can't stand Level-One, even I got to admit that Biggs slighted him here tonight!.

Chase: Level One is fighting a man who’s the longest APW champion to date, so his hands are full, whether or not this match gets him into the tournament.

Chris stomps on Level One before pulling him up to his feet and executing a snap suplex and goes for a cover
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Harvey: Cyrus is throwing Level One off his game here

Both guys are up and Level One catches Chris with a knee to the gut.

Chase: Well, Maybe not.

Level One grabs Chris and throws him out of the ring through the ropes and Level One goes after him. Level One takes Chris and sends him back first into the barricade and then tosses him shoulder first into the ring steps. Chris Cyrus is grabbing his shoulder.

Harvey: I think Chris might have separated his shoulder here.

Chris calls the referee over and tells the ref to back Level One off. Level One ignores the ref and goes after Chris. But Chris was playing possum and pulls Level One into the ring steps and laughs. Chris Cyrus rolls Level One back into the ring and stomps on him.

Chase: Chris Cyrus is known as the greatest Xtreme Champion of all time. Now he wants to be the greatest Heavyweight Champion of all time!

Level One fights to his feet and Chris snap mares him and locks in a chin lock. Level One fights to his feet and grabs Level One around the waist going for a take down, Level One blocks it with a leg hook and then elbow out. Chris takes a big swing right hand, but Level One ducks it and grabs Chris around his waist and then nails a German suplex. Level One signals for the for the Level Advanced . He grabs Chris and hooks him up for the move, but Chris Cyrus escaped and rolls through. Chris then nails a nice spinning heel kick to the jaw and then goes for a cover.
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With Level One slowly getting up, Chris sneaks up behind him and locks in the old school Sleeper holds and Level One went down to one knee. The referee checks the arm and Lifts it up and it falls. 1. The ref lifts its up again, and it falls 2.

Chase: One more and its over

The ref lifts it up for the third time, but this time its stays up. Level One is alive on the third check. Level One fights to his feet and then counters out with a back suplex. Both gets get to their feet and Level One throws Chris into the ropes, but Chris reverses it and runs at Level One, connecting with a clothesline. Level One stumbles out of the corner and Chris takes him and nails a nice vertical suplex. Chris goes for another cover
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Chris pulls Level One to his feet and nails some chops but Level One comes back with some of his own. The two trade chops and Level One comes out on top. Level One chops Chris to the corner and throws him into the opposite corner. Level One runs at him and connects him with a big Elbow to the Jaw. Level One hoist Chris up to the top rope and gives him a few punches to the face before hooking up and nailing the Super Plex. Level One hooks the leg for the cover
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Harvey: Chris isn’t giving up. He wants to get into the Test for the Best Tournament.

Chase: And Level One will stop at nothing to prevent that.

Level One waits for Cyrus to get up, he does and goes for a clothesline, but Level One ducks it and counters with the Randy Orton Back Breaker. With Chris down, Level One signals for the end. Chris gets to his feet and Level One lifts Chris up for the Darkness Shrine. Chris begins Elbowing Level One in the head and Chris is able to fall in front of Level One. Chris grabs him and nails him with the Straight to Hell!

Harvey: Oh My God, he hit it! Its over

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Chris can’t believe it.

Chase: That’s why that man is the best in the world. He doesn’t need a belt to prove it.

Just as Cyrus goes to pick Level One up, Mark Moment appears on the ring apron. Cyrus ignores Level One and begins walking towards Mark. The two exchange words and Chris goes to shove Mark off the ring apron, but he hands on to the ropes and shoves Cyrus. Cyrus stumbles back right into Level One who from behind, hooks Cyrus’s arms, lifts him up and drops him with the Level Advance. Level One covers
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Winner: Level One

Chase: Mark Moment just cost Cyrus the match here, that dirty rotten….

Harvey: The question is why?

Chase: Must be from their confrontation from earlier.

Harvey: Maybe, but one thing we do know, Chris Cyrus will not be in the Test for the Best Tournament.

Level One begins celebrating his victory. The camera goes on Mark who’s walking backwards up the ramp, smiling at Chris Cyrus who you can now see looking at Mark with a “You just made a big mistake” look on his face.

Chase: Hey, who's that on the ramp!?

The crowd cheers as Bryan Payne stands on top of the ramp, with one hand held high in the air. Meanwhile in the ring, Level-One and Chris Cyrus are face to face, arguing with each-other about the situation that surrounds their match.

Harvey: Well, Chase; that's Bryan Payne! And it looks he's out here to congratulate Level-One and Chris Cyrus on an impressive performance out here in tonight main-event!

Chase: That's bullshit and you know it! At the very least, Bryan Payne is coming out here to rub what happened at Mayhem into his face! Bryan Payne is clearly a sore winner!

Bryan Payne walks down the ramp, towards the ring, but Chris Cyrus and Level-One are both caught up in the tensions between the two to take any notice. Level-One slaps Chris Cyrus across the face to which Chris Cyrus responds by shoving Level-One backwards. Level-One greets Chris Cyrus with a middle finger as the referee slips between the two men and Chris Cyrus hawks up a spitball into the face of the self-proclaimed expert! The referee is caught between the madness, as the crowd stirs with excitement.

Harvey: We need security out here, Chase!

Chase: And an ambulance; Chris Cyrus is really going to need an ambulance, STAT!

Bryan Payne rolls under the bottom rope and casually walks up behind Level-One. The referee is shoved out of the way by, Level-One and hits the canvas hard. Chris Cyrus rushes forward with a clothesline but Level-One ducks and instead Chris Cyrus rocks Bryan Payne with a clothesline that puts him on his back.

Chase: Haha! Bryan Payne shouldn't have gotten between two grown men, what a silly kid! He deserved that!

Level-One turns around and sees Bryan Payne laying behind him and quickly turns his attention to Chris Cyrus. Level-One grabs Chris Cyrus by his tights and launches him over the top rope onto the outside mat, with reckless abandon and immediately turns his attention to Bryan Payne, who is quickly getting back to his feet.

Harvey: Chris Cyrus looks to be hitting the high road while he still can! Level-One has some cruel intentions, Chase!

Level-One grabs Bryan Payne by his arm, viciously pulling him up onto his shoulders. Bryan Payne is quick to get in some elbows; but Level-One wastes not a second showboating, as he hits the Darkness Shine, smack dab in the middle of the ring. Bryan Payne quinces his eyes in pain as he looks up at the lights, feeling the effects of the manoeuvre.

Harvey: Level-One just hit the Darkness Shine on Bryan Payne in a matter of seconds! I don't even think Bryan Payne was expecting that!

Chase: Harvey, Level-One looks like a beast out of his cage and he looks like he's heading towards us, you think I should ask him for an autograph, quickly?

Level-One storms towards the announce tables, pulling Paige out of her seat and grabbing the chair folding it up, before snatching the microphone from her hand and turning his attention back to Bryan Payne inside the ring.

Harvey: So much for that autograph...

Chase: Well, I figured he'd be in a better mood after the show; and is done killing, Bryan Payne, anyways. Get him, Level!

Bryan Payne has rolled onto his stomach slowly pulling himself back to his feet, before Level-One slams the steel chair onto his back. Level-One lifts his head and addresses the booing, crowd who begin a ''you suck'' chant.

Level-One: I'm sure one could make the argument that because Bryan Payne beat Level-One at Mayhem; that I, Level-One, no longer deserve a title shot at Pence Weatherlight who STOLE my APW world championship. However, as far as I am concerned, I deserved my rematch long before Bryan Payne decided to stick his nose into the picture.

Level-One says shaking his head in disgust as he kneels beside, a downed Bryan Payne.

Level-One: Bryan Payne, when I said I didn't need to beat you to get what I want, I fucking meant it. When Biggs offered me an opportunity to enter the Test of the best tournament under the condition I seize my attacks, I turned it down because I don't settle for useless bargains. Plus, I knew that I'd get my way, when it was all said and done...

Bryan Payne clinches his teeth as Level-One mocks him, by tapping the microphone against his forehead ever so slightly.

Level-One: Besides, if you didn't beat me... these people probably wouldn't have cared about you as much as they do now. Isn't that right, fans?

Level-One says, before raising to his feet. Level-One pulls the chair high above his head, slamming it down onto the back of Bryan Payne, sending a loud metallic clash throughout the arena, as Bryan Payne body spasms on the canvas.

Level-One: If you people want to see Bryan Payne walk EVER AGAIN you will give me exactly what I want, right here and right now. Do you idiots understand?

''FUCK YOU'' the crowd chants.

Level-One doesn't budge. Showing no signs of emotions whatsoever, he simply yanks back and drives the chair onto Bryan Payne's back once against, this time, leaving a large red marking on his back.

Level-One: How do you people feel about me now?

''BOOOOOOO'' the crowd chants. Level-One reacts by simply throwing the steel chair out the ring, instead reaching into his tights pulling out a stashed pair of brass knuckles.

Level-One: You people want to watch me beat Pence Weatherlight once again. I know you do. You're tired of his dull rein as champion. Your sick of his less then par performances. And you people are sick and tired of seeing men who don't deserve my spot, getting it. I understand. And I've come to terms with it... and now you people should too.

Level-One casually, kicks Bryan Payne, flipping him onto his back, as he leans over him.

Level-One: You fight for these fans, Bryan? You love these people? You think these people REALLY have your back? Well, now it's time for them to show you. Now it's time for the moment of truth. Are you scared? Are you worried? Are you uncertain that these peoples hate for me is much stronger then the love they have for you?

Level-One mounts Bryan Payne, lifting up his hand high in the air, before flashing a sly grin. He smashes his brass covered fist into the face of Bryan Payne, immediately opening up a gash on his forehead. Bryan Payne tries to cover up, by throwing his hands in-front of his face; but the shots get through and eventually, Bryan Payne loses the strength to defend himself.

Level-One: Do you believe Level-One deserves a spot in The Test for the best tournament, now?

The crowd reluctantly, gives Level-One a mixed reaction; but surely, such a response is not convincing enough. So, he hits the unguarded face of Bryan Payne, again... again... and again; Bryan Payne is now wearing a crimson mask.

Harvey: This needs to stop, Chase! He's going to kill Bryan Payne!

Chase: All these stupid fans need to do is give him what he wants! Why are they so stubborn!?

Level-One closes his eyes and raises the microphone once again; slowly, a chant of ''Yes'' builds. The former APW world champion grins, as it turns into a ''Yes you do'' chant. Eventually, it picks up around the arena, as they stomp their feet to the chant.

At this point, Biggs has made his way out onto the ramp, with a microphone in hand. He's clearly, disgusted by the actions of Level-One; but can't ignore the obvious, demand of the crowd nor the promise he had made.

Biggs: Level-One, I can't commend you on what you have done to get these fans on your side; but obviously, your method has worked. I have no choice but to grant you your spot in the Test for the best tournament and a chance at Pence Weatherlights APW world champion; but I can assure you, there will be a price to pay for what you have done here tonight!

Biggs lowers the microphone, as Level-One stands up to his feet celebrating what he claims as a win, as he mocks the crowd by pretending to bow to them. The crowd is quick to part from their chants and begins a ''Fuck you ass hole'' chant as Level-One continues to celebrate in the middle of the ring.

Harvey: This absolutely disgusting! I can't believe Level-One is being rewarded after what he's done here tonight!

Chase: The only thing between Level-One and Pence Weatherlight were these fans; and now that he's sorted that issue out; Pence Weatherlight is doomed for hell! Assuming, Pence Weatherlight can hold onto his title at Test for the best!

Harvey: We'll see you next week.

APW Thursday night overdrive comes to an end with Level-One motioning for the APW world championship.