Overdrive-Nashville, Tennessee (07/15/10)

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Loud fireworks erupt from the stage as the fans are going crazy, excited for another night of APW action! The camera pans the crowd, where several signs can be seen. There are several prominent signs for Sally Talfourd, many of them simply saying “Sally=The Best”. There's a large “BRYAN PAYNE GOT ROBBED” sign, as well as more than a few signs decrying Level-One's win in the title match.

Harvey: Welcome ladies and gentlement to Action Packed Wrestling's Thursday Night Overdrive! It's the first Overdrive since a historic Test for the Best pay per view, where not only did all three APW titles change hands, but we crowned our first female winner of the Test for the Best Tournament, Sally Talfourd!

Chase: Sally was probably estatic about winning the tourney, but she can't be that happy about who she has to face at Shockwave, as Level-One regained the APW Heavyweight Championship in a thrilling match with Bryan Payne!

Harvey: I swear, any time Level-One and Bryan Payne get in the ring together, it's one hell of a contest! Still, as much as I hate to say it, Level-One did indeed win the APW Heavyweight Championship at Test for the Best! However, we can celebrate the fact that Michael Lively is no longer the APW Xtreme Champion, losing the belt to Crazy Joe in an insane Xtreme Scramble Match!

Chase: And let's not forget that the Overdrive Championship is back in the possession of the Axis of Awesome as Chris Cyrus defeated Mark Moment to win the belt! Woohoo!

Harvey: Well folks, don't think that just because we're coming off of an absolutely epic pay per view that we're going to have a post party hangover for Overdrive tonight! Not a chance! Four of the men who took part in the Xtreme Scramble will face off again here tonight in a Tag Team Match as Crazy Joe teams with Cooper Conrad to take on Michael Lively and Victor Hades!

Chase: Also, The Axis of Awesome is in action tonight, taking on The Sports Nutz!

Harvey: We also get to see a rematch from Test for the Best as Leila Farrahi takes on Criss Cassidy! Cassidy surprised a lot of people with his performance in the tourney, making it to the finals! Can he ride that wave of momentum tonight and defeat a very game Leila Farrahi a second time?

Chase: And let's not forget that we get to see the debut of Pence Weatherlight's spoiled brat son, Matt Weatherlight, who'll be facing John Green!

Harvey: I disagree with your assessment of Matt, but it should be an exciting contest! But folks, you do not want to miss our main event tonight, as Test for the Best winner Sally Talfourd takes on the former champ, Bryan Payne in a one-on-one contest tonight!

Chase: This is a chance for Sally to prove that she does deserve the chance at the APW Heavyweight Title at Shockwave, because let's face it, since Bryan Payne has come to APW, he's been on an absolute tear, winning the title after being here for little over a month!

Harvey: I think Sally proved that she deserves a title shot after her performance in the Test for the Best tournament, but still, this should be a great match!

Put you on game by Lupe Fiasco ruthlessly attacks the PA system, as the fans immediately follow the entrance music with a chorus of their own. A chorus of boos, as the new APW world champion steps out onto the stage, accompanied by a microphone, a world title... and a neck brace. Gingerly, the champion makes his way down the ramp, scowling at a few rowdy fans on the way down. Level-One approaches the apron, where he demands a referee pull down the ropes, for an easier entry. The referee rolls his eyes doing so, as Level-One casually steps through.

The APW champion paces back and forth slowly, in what he see's as his ring, his kingdom, and his playground, once again. Although, his eyes glow with intensity, his body is less tense. Relaxed with his position in the APW as the top dog, once again. With a target on his back, he clearly wears it proudly. Take your best shot. Level-One waits for the crowd to quiet down, before addressing the crowd before him.

Level-One: ''Last Sunday at Test for the best, I defeated Bryan Payne without a doubt to become the APW world champion that always was. I regained what was stolen from me and further held in captivity when my championship was handed off to Bryan Payne on a silver platter for his to hold. Sunday, was a night I should have been out celebrating. A night in which I should have had the opportunity, to go out, get drunk, have un protected sex with a few groupies and find myself passed out in a ditch in the middle of Kansas; and although, it is an opportunity I'd likely pass up... it's all about the principle...''

The new APW world champion rubs the back of his hand along his scruffy and bruised face taking his precious time on the microphone.

Level-One: ''Instead however, I spent the night in the hospital. A few nights in the hospital. All because Bryan Payne refused to let go. He refused to let go not only of his stupid manoeuvre; but our grudge. He refused to let go of the fact that I was better then him. And lastly, he refused to let go of the APW world championship...''

Level-One clenches his fist to add emphasis to his point. Eventually, his grip looses up, and his fist is unravelled. He flashes a sly grin shaking his head side to side as he glances at the slab of gold, proudly hugging his broad shoulder.

Level-One: ''Well, that's too damn bad. I took back my championship. I proved that when all the chips are on the table; I make the most of my hand and now he has to cope with his vegetable brother knowing that deep down he's failed him, again. Pathetic. However, Bryan Payne's efforts... have clearly, not gone unnoticed...''

Level-One says before tactfully squinting his eyes, rubbing the brace strapped around his neck, holding it upright. It wasn't quite the look the champion was going for but nothing ever turns out the way you expect it too in this day in age.

Level-One: ''He nearly broke my neck Last Sunday. He nearly ended my goddamn career. And to be honest, I'm lucky to escape with injuries I have...''

The crowd has already broken out into a ''Bryan Payne'' chant before Level-One can finish his sentence which agitates the cold blooded Canadian.

Level-One: ''That son of a bitch! Bryan Payne, has rendered me unable to compete by the order of the Athletic commission for the next several weeks and have recommended that I, the APW world champion vacates my championship, for the first time in my life...''

The crowd erupts in cheers. The champion stumbles back, almost tripping his own feet; as if he didn't expect the crowd response in which he received. Apparently, vacating your championship is the noble thing to do, in honour of Pence Weatherlight. It made him sick. It made him angry. And Level-One was never one to shy away from his emotions.

Level-One: ''... but screw the Athletic commission. Screw the doctors who have gotten their P.H.D's in quitting, and giving ill willed advice like how to be a little bitch, Pency Welterweight style. And with all respect to Bigg's in light of finally doing the right thing, he can also take his friendly recommendation straight up the ass and then take it to his heart; because Level-One goes nowhere!''

Level-One gets a few cheers for his fighting spirit but it's drained out, by the rowdy majority who make their anti-Level-One campaign, known to the entire world. Level-One leans over the ropes, now talking directly to a section of the crowd.

Level-One: ''I worked far too hard to get where I am today, to allow some butt hurt, flash in a pan APW world champion to spoil my fun. And sure, I'm taking a risk. A huge gamble—but what's the worst that can happen? Our new number one contender Sally Talfourd gives me a neck rub, and accidentally hits the wrong spot? Please. Give me your best shot. I'm on the top of the world right now, nothing is going to knock me off!''

Level-One snaps around and turns his back on the crowd making his way back to the centre of the ring. He reaches into his jean pocket pulling out a sheet of paper. The APW world champion holds the paper over his head as the camera zooms in on it. The document is titled ''Waiver'';

Level-One: ''So, I signed a waiver. The APW can't be sued or held accountable for what happens to me in this ring, and the Athletic commission get's a nice hefty advance cheque from me for being, a great sport. All is stored. The APW world champion, lives to fight another day at the cost of a limp in his pimp step. The things you get away with being the best, Bryan Payne should try it sometime...''

Level-One grins as he casually tapping the APW world championship as if to say; ''I'm the mam!'' before tossing the waiver to the side as if it was a piece of trash.

Level-One: ''I'm sorry you're all disappointed seeing me not only win the APW world championship, but fighting through a nagging injury, Pence Weatherlight himself would roll balls up for, waving a white flag in hopes of fighting another day; but I'm a different breed. I just can't help but wait to see all your faces when I beat little Sally, too...''

Level-One scoffs as he looks up at the Action-tron showing the footage of her historic win at Test for the best, being named the number one contender without any audio. Level-One throws his hands in a care free manner at the screen, as if he couldn't care less and once again takes to the microphone.

Level-One: ''Speaking of Sally, Congratulations. That was quite the amazing performance you put on last week, in the Test for the Best tournament, a performance which bests the previous winners we've come to have before now. You know, legends like... Dr. Phate and Jesse Nunez, both of which coincidentally, went absolutely nowhere but down fast, after winning the freak show. Now, one can only hope that you can continue this great, great, tradition...''

The crowd boos as Level-One removes the APW world championship from his shoulder, gripping it with his left hand, shoving it directly in the view of a nearby camera, as he tauntingly places his head right beside the prestige's belt with his name on it.

Level-One: ''Sally, winning the Test for the best tournament; may have been the biggest mistake of your life... but you earned it. You've earned every, single, thing, you have coming to you. Our chapter will not have a happy ending, one way... or another.''

Level-One uses the belt to shove the camera, as it spins around and hits the floor. The camera lens points up in the direction of the ceiling, and the bright lights, as Level-One casually returns back into the view, looking at the camera lens with disgust; before heading back to ring side.

Harvey: That's quite a manner in which we have our show rolling, tonight. Interesting tone from our new APW world champion, tonight.

Chase: I'm sure he has a bundle of mixed emotions right now; but I'm sure happiness is one of them, as he is our APW world champion, I know I'm ecstatic!

Harvey: Level-One... happy? I'm afraid that won't happen, until we are all dead and he's the last one standing on the planet, Chase.

Chase: Works for me, Harvey!

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Nicky Paige: The following match is set for one fall.

"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?

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, "The Retribution Killer" John Green!

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

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.

Nicky Paige: And his opponent coming to the ring Matt Weatherlight!!

The lights dim down in the arena as smoke rises from the entrance ramp as numbers counting up from one to four begin to play across the screen. As it reaches four the familiar female voice that had gifted Pence Weatherlight's intro so long ago says the famous line "Baby don't fear the Reaper!", as "Now or Never" by Dope begins to play over the PA and the fans go nuts. As Matt steps out on the entrance ramp through the smoke, lights begin to flicker behind him casting his sillouhette through the smoke, and giving off an eery effect. Finally Matt steps through the smoke his hood down on his blue and white hoodie vest and his hands up forming the familiar "W" with his index and thumb on both his hands. When he puts his hands down two pyros explode behind him and he begins to make his way down to the ring slapping hands and giving the fans something to take a picture of, finally he slides into the ring and looks around the arena with a smile on his face. He lifts the hood and then takes off the vest which he throws into the crowd as he crouches down and waits for his opponent to show up as his music dies down.

Matt Weatherlight vs. John Green

The bell sounds to start off the match as both Matt & John circle the ring quickly shaking hands before locking up as the bigger Green uses his size to back Matt against the ropes as the referee calls for a break. John backs off as he holds his arms up as Matt comes off the ropes nodding at john as they lock up again with Matt using his speed to go behind Green and take him down with a heel trip

Johnny Chase: Matt has John on the ground right now. But this is so far a close match.

Darren Harvey: It is indeed. I’m sure the pace will pick up soon enough.

Mat floats over and applies a front face lock on Green but Green fights out of it using his power as he gets to his feet picking Matt up as he tossing him across the ring as Matt crashes chest first onto the mat. John slowly gets to his feet as he charges at Matt and drops a quick elbow onto Matt following up with a cover 1.…2.…Matt kicks out

Darren Harvey: Interesting change of pace by John Green.

Johnny Chase: Your right. It seem Green has stepped up the aggression.

Green gets to his feet as Matt slowly does the same holding his stomach where Green dropped his elbow. Green grabs Matt whipping him into the ropes as Matt bounces off the ropes and get caught by Green with a spine buster as Green turns Matt over and tries to apply The Tap Out but Matt roll out of the attempt rolling under the bottom rope and out to the floor as John gets to his feet angry that Matt countered his submission attempt

Darren Harvey: Looks like Matt knew what was coming and got out of the ring.

Johnny Chase: Well I’m sure he’s watched his father’s matches enough to know what to do.

The referee starts the ten count as Matt shakes his head checking his arms as John screams for his to get back in the ring breaking the referee’s ten count as he leans over the ropes trying to get Matt’s attention. Matt climbs on the apron telling the referee to back Green away. The referee does so as Matt climbs into the ring and Green shoves past the referee after Matt but Matt uses John’s momentum and catches him with an arm drag. Green drops to the mat and scrambles to his feet as Matt gets up and takes Green down with a second arm drag as Green slaps the mat out of frustration as Matt just smiles as he gets to his feet motioning for Green to bring it

Johnny Chase: I think Matt has gotten into John’s head. He just doesn’t seem like himself.

Darren Harvey: I agree. Green is not fighting his type of match.

Green gets to his feet as he charges at Matt whose standing up waiting for his as he connects with a dropkick on Green dropping him onto the mat. Matt quickly gets to his feet as he climbs up to the top rope. Matt steadies himself up on the top rope as he takes a look down at Green before leaping off the top rope for a 450 as the crowd looks on

Johnny Chase: If he hits this it could be the end for Green.

Matt leaps off the ropes but Green rolls out of the way rolling towards the corner as Matt lands on the mat catching nothing but canvas as the crowd lets out a sigh as the referee looks down at both men and puts in the ten count.

The referee starts the count as both Green & Matt are slowly showing signs of life. Green gets to his feet at the count of six as he looks and sees Matt still laying on the mat. Green walks over and picks Matt up to his feet as Green whips Matt off the ropes catching him with a high knee to the face

Darren Harvey: John Green connects with a high knee on Matt Weatherlight. This could be it.

Green waits as Matt slowly gets to his feet Matt gets up feeling the effects of the high knee as he turns around right towards Green whose waiting as he kicks him in the gut setting him up for The Head Splitter but Matt counters fighting to free his arms as he dumps John over his back with a back drop

Johnny Chase: Matt countered the Head Splitter. Looks like he’s not done yet.

John grabs his back in pain as Matt is down on one knee still gathering himself while John starts to slowly get to his feet. John gets to his feet and turns towards Matt who quickly springs up and grabs John as he connects with Lights Out as Green lands hard on the mat

Darren Harvey: Lights Out!! Matt Weatherlight connected with Lights Out.

Matt rolls John over covering him as the referee makes the count

One
Two
Three!! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Matt Weatherlight

Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Matt Weatherlight!

Harvey: Just like his dad, Matt Weatherlight starts his APW tenure with a win!

Chase: Oh please! If I'm going to have to put up with Pence worship every time this kid comes out, fire me now!

Harvey: Be careful what you wish for, partner.

"Now or Never" blares over the speakers as the ref raises Matt's arm in victory. The younger Weatherlight looks out to the crowd as they all chant "Weatherlight! Weatherlight!" Overdrive goes to a commercial break.

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Backstage in front of the Overdrive banner, Cindy Shannon is standing by with "The Showstopper" Shaun Kilgore.

Cindy Shannon: I am here with "The Showstopper" Shaun Kilgore, and Shaun, no doubt you are disappointed with the way things turned out at Test For The Best.

Shaun Kilgore: Disappointed is an understatement. I had Criss Cassidy beat. I couldn't keep him down for the life of me, and he was giving me the fight of my life, but I had him where I wanted him. Then out of nowhere, he spit in my face! Thank God he's not ridden with AIDS. But with that said, the referee should've stopped the match right then and there and awarded it to me via disqualification. But that's not what happened, was it? That sorry excuse of a referee let the match go on, and Criss Cassidy used that opening to steal the match away from me. I am here to tell you right now that there should be a damn asterisk by Sally Talfourd's name, because that little trollop wouldn't have won it had I not been screwed over in that match and been able to advance to the finals.

Cindy Shannon: But Shaun, had you beat Criss Cassidy, you would've faced Leila Farrahi, and we know what happened the last time you faced her.

Shaun Kilgore: The last time I faced her was a damn fluke! What you forget to realize that even the greatest teams and athletes in other sports lose every now and then, even to lesser teams. And I can guarantee you that Leila would not have won our rematch had I faced her in the semi-finals of the tournament. So what this all boils down to is that all of us in the Greatness are going to have to start doing things our way. And believe me, APW is not going to want that to happen. But alas, that's what it has come down to. We have no other alternative.

Kilgore walks off as Cindy looks confused. APW cuts back out to the arena, where Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

"Rise to it" by Kiss begins to play over the PA system; the crowd are starting to go a bit nuts as they know what is coming. The lights are beginning to flicker on and off as Blade bursts out from behind the curtains and onto the ramp.

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in tonight at 235 pounds, from Manchester, England, Blade!

Harvey: The fans absolutely love Blade, and even though he didn't make it out of the first round at Test for the Best, he's still getting a great reaction from the crowd!

Chase: I can assure you that he won't be getting the same reaction from whichever member of the Red Shield Mafia he faces here tonight!

Steadily strutting towards the ring he catches the attention of some girls in the crowd, he gives them a wink before hoisting himself upon to the ring. Shaking the referees hand his throws his arms up in the air taking a loud cheer with him as he does.

The lights go dim, and the intro of “Money Making Blueprint,” by DJ Sonic, goes off, and pyro begins to rain from the video screen in front of the entrance. J.R. Kingston walks through the pyro with a bandana wrapped around his face, followed by Damien Walker, Young Mannie, and Diamante Valentine. He gives the fans a middle finger as he starts his way down the ramp.

Paige: And his opponent, accompanied by the Red Shield Mafia, weighing in at 230 pounds, from Harlem, New York, “The Kingpen” J.R. Kingston!

Chase: I'll be honest, we don't get to see Kingston compete as much as Mannie or Valentine, and considering his similar size to Blade, this will be an interesting match up!

Harvey: Kingston is seen as the enforcer of the RSM by many, and that strong style of his is quite similar to Blade's!

Kingston slides into the ring as the rest of the Mafia taunts Blade from the outside, and removes his bandana, shadowboxing as Blade looks out at Mannie and Valentine. The ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Blade vs. J.R. Kingston

The two men rush at each other like bulls, and lock up in the middle of the ring! Blade pushes Kingston back a few steps before Kingston responds, pushing Blade back a few steps! The two men continue to push each other back and forth, with neither man getting a distinct advantage until Kingston manages to shove Blade in the corner. Walker hops up onto the apron to distract the ref while Valentine and Mannie each grab a hold of Blade's ankles, yanking him down, and pulling as hard as they can to crotch him on the ring post! The fans boo loudly as the ref turns his attention back to the competitors. Valentine and Mannie are feigning innocence, and the ref is none the wiser of their actions as Kingston proceeds to stomp into the back of Blade again and again! He then pulls Blade back up, shoving him hard into the corner, and giving him a few stiff Elbow Strikes to the side of the face before taking a few steps back before running in for a Yakuza Kick! The impact of the move spins Blade around, to where he's now resting chest first on the turnbuckle, allowing Kingston to grab a hold of him, stepping up to the second rope and pulling Blade up in position for a Piledriver! J.R. Kingston jumps off the second rope and nails the King's Reign! He goes for a cover, 1
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Blade gets the shoulder up! The fans get a “Let's go, Blade! Let's go, Blade!” chant going as Kingston continues to wear him down with fists and elbows on the mat!

Chase: Kingston has been in full control of this match! Blade hasn't gotten anything in!

Harvey: Thanks in no small part to the cheating ways of his partners outside the ring!

Chase: Details, details.

As Kingston is going to town on Blade, Blade gets his arms up to defend himself, and as Kingston hesitates, Blade grabs a hold of his opponent's head and drags it in, nailing Kingston with a Headbutt right between the eyes! The fans are cheering loudly as Blade shoves Kingston off and gets to his feet, nailing Kingston with a Running Clothesline as he gets to his feet! As Kingston comes back up, he gets another Running Clothesline for his efforts! As Kingston comes to get back up again, Blade runs towards the ropes, and as he does, Damien Walker gets a hand up to try and trip him! The ref catches it, and calls for Walker to be ejected from the arena! Mannie and Valentine immediately hop up onto the apron as well, arguing with the referee, prompting him to eject them as well! The Red Shield Mafia won't have anything of it, though, and begin to enter the ring! The ref calls for the bell just as he gets clocked by a hard punch from Diamante Valentine! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Blade

Paige: Here is your winner, by disqualification, Blade!

At this point, all three members of the Red Shield Mafia are on top of Blade, and while he fights valiently, the numbers are simply too much for him to overcome! Blade gets a few good shots to the chin of Valentine before Kingston comes up from behind him and grabs him for a Release German Suplex! Kingston mounts Blade again, and yells for Mannie and Valentine to grab a table and prop it up in the corner. They oblige, and Walker helps them slide a table into the ring! Mannie then sets it up in the corner as the fans continue to boo!

Harvey: We've seen this from the Red Shield Mafia quite often, where the three of them will team up to overwhelm a singular opponent.

Chase: It's their m.o. and it's effective!

Kingston gets up from the mounted position, and all three members of the Mafia give Blade a few stomps before pulling him up to his feet. Mannie and Valentine drag Blade towards the table in the corner, and bounce his head off of it before propping his back up against the table! Kingston gets a running start and drills Blade through the table with a ring shaking Spear! The boos are deafening as Blade lays there limply in the corner! Mannie and Valentine help Kingston up, and the trio stands triumphantly in the middle of the ring, raising each other's arms as the fans continue to revolt.

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The cameras go backstage where you see Biggs, Chris Cyrus and Ellie in their office getting ready for their match against the Sports Nutz.

Biggs: I’m ready for tonight guys. I have a good feeling about this match.

Chris: Me too. The Sportz Nuts have nothing on the Axis of Awesome.

Just then a knock on the door his heard.

Ellie: I’ll get it. It better not be that tramp, Sally Talfourd.

Ellie opens the door, pokes her head out and steps back

Ellie: Its only Mark Moment.

Mark walks up and stands face to face with the Axis.

Chris: What the hell do you want.

Mark: I’m glad your both here, because I want to use my rematch next week on Overdrive.

Chris: Really. I beat you without breaking a sweat and now you want a rematch. You don’t deserve one

Biggs: Hold on a second there Chris. His contract does say that he gets a rematch. My hands are tied on this one.

Mark smiles at Chris.

Chris: Don’t think your winning back this title, because this title is staying with me for a long, long time pal.

Mark: We’ll see next week. Chris. Thanks Biggs.

Mark leaves and Biggs turns to Chris.

Biggs: Don’t worry about it. You beat him once already, you can do it again.

Chris: But this time, I’m going to make sure that I never have to face Mark Moment ever again!

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

Paige: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Making their way to the ring first, accompanied by “The Excellent Gordie” Gordon Heath,, at a combined weight of 549 pounds, they are members of The Greatness, George Dunpork and Craig “Senior” Mueller, The Sports Nutz!

Harvey: The Sports Nutz were none to happy with how Test for the Best went for them. They weren't even on the card, and their buddy, Shaun Kilgore lost in the first round!

Chase: Speaking of Kilgore, he's not with the Sports Nutz tonight, as I've been told he's been banned from ringside for this match!

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

The arena lights go dark, and blue & orange lights begin to flash alternately as Muse's “Uprising” begins to blare over the speakers. The fans boo loudly as The Axis of Awesome emerge from the backstage area, prompting blue and orange confetti to fall from the ceiling over the stage and two large banners to unroll on either side of the stage depicting the Axis of Awesome's logo! Biggs is sporting blue trunks with orange accents, and an orange jacket with blue accents and feathers! Cyrus is wearing black pants with orange and blue accents, and a blue sparkly jacket. Ellie looks stunning in a yellow sundress with a big yellow bow on back. She has a white head band, and her usual purple shades on.

Paige: And their opponents, accompanied by Ellie, weighing in at a combined weight of 417 pounds, Chris Cyrus and Biggs, The Axis of Awesome!

The fans continue to boo the arrogant group as they head down the ramp. Cyrus mocks the fans as Biggs drapes an arm over Ellie, shielding her from the pop corn and cups the fans are throwing at them as they go along. When they reach the ring, Biggs holds the ropes open for Ellie, and then he and Cyrus slingshot themselves in simultaneously. Ellie removes Cyrus' jacket, and then Biggs' jacket and shades before giving him a peck on the cheek and exiting the ring. The ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

The Sports Nutz vs. The Axis of Awesome

Dunpork and Cyrus start the match off, and circle around the ring, visually sizing each other up. Chris is making pig noises, oinking to try and get into Dunpork's head! It's nothing that Dunpork hasn't heard before, and he seems unphased by it. The fans don't know who to boo, so instead they get a “YOU ALL SUCK! YOU ALL SUCK!” chant going. Outside the ring, Ellie covers her ears, while Gordon Heath yells at some of the fans in the front row. In the ring, it's still a stalemate, as neither man has made the first move yet. Finally, Dunpork charges in, but Cyrus leapfrogs him, and nails him from behind with a high Dropkick, right to the back of the head! Cyrus continues to oink as he gets a mounted position on Dunpork's back and begins to unload with a series of insulting slaps to the back of the head! “Get up, piggy!” Cyrus yells, and finally, Dunpork has had enough! He pushes himself up with his arms, and launches Cyrus off his back, and gets to his feet! He blocks a punch attempt from the Overdrive Champion, and responds by grabbing a hold of Cyrus' head and delivering a Big Headbutt! He then pulls Cyrus in and hunches him over, grabbing him up for a Pumphandle Slam! He then whips Cyrus towards the Sports Nutz's corner, and nails him with a Running Splash in the corner, causing Chris to fall to a seated position! Dunpork spanks himself a bit and then proceeds to give Cyrus the Stinkface!

Chase: That's no way to treat the Overdrive Champion!

Harvey: Just listen to the fans cheer this move! They're not cheering for Dunpork so much as they're cheering for Cyrus getting humiliated in this manner!

Biggs and Ellie look on with looks of disgusted horror as Dunpork rubs his rump across the face of Cyrus for an unreasonably long time before reaching out to tag Craig Mueller in. Mueller Snapmares Cyrus out of the corner and quickly hops up to the top rope, leaping off for a Flying Leg Drop! Cyrus manages to roll out of the way just in time, sending Mueller crashing tailbone first into the mat! Mueller grabs his rear in pain as Cyrus slowly begins to crawl towards his corner. Mueller rolls over to his corner and tags Dunpork back in, at which point Cyrus' slow crawl becomes a panicked scurry to his corner to tag in Biggs as Dunpork rushes up to catch him! Cyrus makes it to his corner in time, tagging in Biggs, who grabs a hold of the top rope and slingshots himself, flipping over the rope and catching Dunpork with a Hurricarana! Both men are up to their feet at roughly the same time, and Biggs responds by running towards Dunpork and hitting with a Flying Forearm Smash! Dunpork is back up, and again, he receives a Flying Forearm Smash! Biggs connects with two more Forearm Smashes before turning Dunpork onto his belly and locking in a Camel Clutch! Biggs has a little trouble locking in the move due to Dunpork's girth, but he gets it in, albeit a bit sloppy. Biggs then gives Dunpork a few Crossface Forearms before releasing the hold and getting back to his feet. As Dunpork begins to push himself back up, Biggs stomps his foot right in front of Dunpork's face, dragging the laces of his boot across the bridge of Dunpork's nose! This draws loud boos from the crowd, and a squeal of delight from Ellie, who is rooting the Axis on. Biggs reaches down to pull Dunpork back up to his feet, but Dunpork gives him a hard shove into the ropes! On the rebound, he catches Biggs and hoists him up in the Gorilla Press position, pressing Biggs a couple of times before slamming him hard into the mat! As Biggs holds his chest in pain, Dunpork lifts him back up and lifts him up, drilling Biggs into the mat with a Running Powerslam! Mueller is practically begging to be tagged in by this point, so Dunpork obliges, whipping Biggs to their corner, and tagging his partner in!

Harvey: So far the Sports Nutz, and primarily George Dunpork, have been in control of this match thus far!

Chase: That's just the Axis giving themselves a chance to assess their opponents!

Mueller comes into the ring, and he & Dunpork hook Biggs up and deliver a Double Vertical Suplex! Dunpork exits the ring just as the ref reaches four, and Mueller has a spring in his step as he hops around Biggs, stomping him periodically while he jukes and jives around the downed Biggs. After a few stomps, he pulls Biggs up, and goes for another Vertical Suplex, but Biggs hooks his foot around Mueller's ankle, blocking the attempt. Biggs gives Mueller a couple of hard knees to the gut, forcing Mueller to let go, allowing Biggs to grab a hold of his arm, twist it behind him into a Hammerlock, and while maintaining the Hammerlock, Biggs reaches up with his other arm, wrapping it around the neck of Mueller to deliver the Shockwave Reverse DDT! Biggs then grabs a hold of Mueller's arm and drags him towards The Axis' corner, tagging in Cyrus as he keeps a hold of Mueller's arm, kicking the elbow joint as he does! Cyrus steps in and gets down to both knees, blatantly choking the life out of Mueller as Biggs steps back out onto the apron! The ref begins the five count, and Cyrus lets go on four. After the count is broken, Cyrus goes right back to the choke, and again, the ref begins to count!

Harvey: What despicable cheating by The Axis of Awesome here tonight! These guys never met a rule they wouldn't break! But then again, the Sports Nutz are the same way!

Chase: This match may very well be determined by which team can cheat better than the other!

Cyrus lets go on four again, and proceeds to pull Mueller up by the head. Once they're up, Cyrus locks in a Headlock, shouting out “HEADLOCK!” as he does so, drawing loud boos from the fans! Cyrus rides the headlock as hard as he can, and Mueller struggles to get out, but takes a shortcut instead, driving his elbow into the kidneys of Cyrus again and again until Cyrus has no choice but to let go! As Cyrus holds his back in pain, Mueller takes a few steps back and runs towards Cyrus, jumping up and nailing him with a Throwback! Mueller goes for the first pinfall attempt of the match, 1
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Harvey: Cyrus should have hooked the legs there!

Chase: Cyrus knows as well as anyone else that a win just isn't that sweet if you don't gloat about it!

Harvey: That just doesn't make sense to me.

Cyrus maintains control of Mueller, grabbing him by the head and leading him to the Axis' corner, making the tag to Biggs! Cyrus then performs a Reverse Atomic Drop Mueller and holds him in position while Biggs runs towards the ropes and nails Mueller with a Running Jumping Clothesline on the rebound!

Harvey: HART ATTACK! The Axis just pulled off the Hart Attack!

Chase: Actually, they call it the Executive Decision!

Biggs hooks the legs of Mueller, and the ref counts, 1
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Chase: It's just as I said, the team who could cheat better would get the best of this match tonight!

Harvey: This is an old-fashioned mugging right here!

Ellie is in tears outside of the ring as Kilgore pulls Biggs back up and drags him to the corner where Mueller is standing in wait. He helps Kilgore sit Biggs up on the turnbuckle, and then climbs up himself, giving Biggs a Superplex off the top rope! Dunpork then jumps off the ropes and nails Biggs with a Superfly Splash! Kilgore gets out of the ring as the ref comes to, and sees Dunpork pinning Biggs, 1
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Winners: The Sports Nutz

Paige: Here are your winners, by pinfall, George Dunpork and Craig Mueller, The Sports Nutz!

“Ecstasy of Gold” begins to play as Kilgore slides back into the ring and raises the arms of his allies in victory! Ellie is on the outside checking on Cyrus, too afraid to go into the ring to tend to Biggs, who is holding his gut in pain on the mat! Gordon Heath yells at his men to soften Biggs up some more, and the trio lays some more boots into Biggs as their music continues to play!

Harvey: Well, it looks like The Axis of Awesome is getting a taste of their own medicine here tonight! They usually play the numbers game to their advantage, but they can't match the numbers of The Greatness! Part of me must admit that I'm happy to see this, but most of me thinks it's disgusting!

Chase: This is a travesty! The Axis deserves better!

Referees and security guards are making their way down the ramp as the Greatness continues to beat on Biggs. Gordon yells for his guys to get out of dodge, and they calmly exit the ring. Ellie and Cyrus then slide in to check on Biggs, glaring at The Sports Nutz and Kilgore as they head back up the ramp. APW Overdrive goes to a commercial break.

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Overdrive comes back from the break with Leila Farrahi and Criss Cassidy already in the ring with "Second Coming" fading out. The ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Leila Farrahi vs. "The Second Coming" Criss Cassidy

The two lock up, but Criss gets control of the match. Arms around Leila's waist, Criss throws her to the mat. Goes for an elbow drop. Leila rolls away, Criss finds the mat. Both are up, go to lock up, Criss gets Leila in an arm wringer. Criss works Leila down to her knees, Leila edges to the ropes. She gets a hand on the top rope, flips herself over and has Criss in a wringer now. She angles up on Criss' arm, getting him to his knee. Hip shot to Criss' head from Leila. Criss falls backwards as Leila goes after him. Criss fends her off and is on his feet. Headlock on Leila, Criss throws her to the ropes. She comes off, Criss with an armdrag sends her to the mat.

Leila goes to get up, but rolls further away as Criss comes in with a kick. Again she rolls to avoid another kick. And again. Eventually she is under the ropes. The ref makes distance, and she is up. Criss goes in to lock up, Leila too. Criss in with a knee to the gut, Leila doubles over. He goes to lock up her head, but Leila locks her and spins around, locking up Criss' arms behind him. She tries to slide him down her back into a pin, but Criss stands up and bends forward. Leila rolls over Criss' back, goes for a shot to the head. Misses, Leila stumbles forward. Criss locks around Leila's waist and slams her with a German suplex. He holds on, pulls her to her feet, and hits a second suplex. He goes for his trademark third, but Leila pushes down with her weight, forcing Criss' hold further up. He lifts her, but not far enough. Leila gets some hard elbows into the side of Criss' head, fighting her way out of the hold. Leila on her feet and is in with a rush of sidekicks to Criss' legs. Criss back on the ropes, Leila starts up with strikes to Criss' chest. The ref calls for the two to break, Leila breaks off at the start of the count.

Harvey: What's this from Leila? A clean break?

Leila backs off and starts to roll herarm over to stretch out. Criss checks himself then goes after Leila. He gets a blow to Leila's head, then backs her into the ropes. He whips her across the ring. Leila comes back, gets a kick to the gut. Criss heads to the ropes, comes off, and hits Leila with a spinning neckbreaker. Down for the pin. 1 ... 2 . kick out. Leila gets the shoulder up. Criss pulls her to her feet, throws the arm over his shoulder, hooks the leg and hits her with a fisherman's suplex! Goes in for the pin again 1 ... 2 .. kick out. Leila up with the shoulder again. Criss is up, lays some stomps in to get Leila turned over. He goes down to her legs, starts to tie them up for the Sharpshooter. Leila fights her way out, then gets a solid kick to Criss' face. She pulls herself up as he is stunned. She gets her wits about her and runs to the ropes, comes off, and grabs the back of Criss' head and takes him to the mat with a two-handed bulldog.

With Criss down, Leila starts to go after his legs. She locks in the Indian deathlock, she bridges over, locks the hand around Criss' chin and gets the Muta lock on. Criss looks to the nearest rope, but knows he won't get there. He reaches around, pulls on Leila's hair. Leila holds off from breaking the hold, but screams out in pain. Criss goes for her eyes, and finally gets out of the hold. Leila rolls over, then gets up holding her eyes. Criss gets over to her, waits for her to turn as he catches his breath. Leial turns right into a roundhouse kic. She clears half the ring, then falls to a heap on the mat. Criss runs for the ropes, comes off the second rope, hitting a springboard moonsault bodypress! Rolls Leila up for the pin. 1 ... 2 .. kick out! Leila has the strength to break off the pin.

Criss pulls Leila to her feet, lays in the punches to get her back on the rope. He works her into the corner, grabs her arm and throws her to the opposite side of the ring. He follows her in with a clotheslines that send her to the mat. Criss pulls her up, whips her back across to the corner and follows to hit a clothesline. Leila manages to run up the turnbuckles, comes off with a Whisper in the Wind! Criss hits the mat. Leila, still in the corner, launches herself to the top rope, comes off with a split legged moonsault! He rolls Criss up for a pin. 1 ... 2 . kick out! Leila rolls off from Criss, eyes him off as she stands, then lays in some kicks. The ref comes in the break her off as she holds the ropes for leverage. She does so, clean enough, then gathers her strength across the ring.

Harvey: And again, Leila breaks off the attack clean.

Chase: She's just getting warmed up. We all know her mean streak will come out soon enough.

Leila waits for Criss, who comes after her with a clothesline. She ducks, comes out underneath and hits Criss with a set of double-handed chops. Again and again she puts everything behind them, then runs to the ropes. She comes off, slides underneath Criss's legs and comes out the other side of the ropes on the apron. As Criss turns around, she launches back over with a springboard dropkick. Criss hits the mat, Leila kneels on the mat, catching her breath. She eventually makes her way over to Criss, elbow drops to the chest. She goes back to the his legs, stomps at the knees some then grabs his ankle. Criss tries to fight out, but Leila locks on the ankle lock. She drops to the mat and locks on teh leg scissors. Criss looks for a way out, realises he's close to the ropes. He inches his way nearer to them until he can grab the bottom rope. Theref calls for Leila to end the hold. She rolls out immediately, clean.

Harvey: Something's not right with Leila tonight, That's the third time she's had a clean break. Looks like she's decided to fight within the rules this week.

Leila is up, stalking Criss now who is struggling on his leg. She gets in a few blows to Criss as he gets up, then starts on the kicks to Criss' legs again. She locks on a half-Boston crab before Criss can kick out. He manages to claw his way to another rope to break free. Leila drops the hold before the ref can start the count, then runs around to lock up Criss' head. He makes it to his feet, but Leila keeps on the hold. Criss pushes Leila off, she heads to the ropes, comes back with a springboard dropkick. Criss hits the mat, Leila struggles over to the turnbuckle, climbs up. As Criss makes his feet, he heads to her. Leila off with a cross body. Into a pin. 1 ... 2 .. kick out. Criss gets the shoudlers up. Leila pulls herself up then leans up on the ropes. Criss is up, then comes at Leila with a clothesline. Leila comes off the ropes with the Shaam! Criss hits the mat hard. Leila lays across him. 1 ... 2 ... kick out! Criss has enough to sit up.

Harvey: Even with the punishment Leila has taken here, she's still got enough energy to dig out her moves.

Chase: Looks like she is taking Criss down to her level, so it will be a beat out for the win here.

Leila rolls off Criss, onto her back onto the mat. She lays there, catching her breath while Criss holds his jaw as he makes it to his knees. Leila rolls to the ropes, then pulls herself up. Criss is up, and the two meet in the middle of the ring. A few words get exchanged, Criss goes for a hit on Leila, she ducks, come around the back. Goes for another Shaam ... Criss ducks, Leila goes forward. Criss catches Leila with a still elbow to the back of the head. Leila goes down to the mat. Criss grabs Leila by the head, pulls her back up. He gets in a few shots before he whips her to the ropes, gets a knee to the gut. Leila stumbles to the center of the ring, Criss comes off the ropes for a spinning necbreaker. Leila steps forward, misses Criss' head. He goes to the opposite ropes, comes off and gets met with a sidekick, the Bedrood! Leila falls ontop of Criss, hooks the leg. 1
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Winner: Leila Farrahi

Paige: Your winner of the match Leila Farrahi!

Leila rolls off Criss, and can hardly get herself up. She holds her gut as the ref tries to raise her hand. There is a spattering of applause for Leila in the crowd. She looks down at Criss, still on the mat. She stands over him, then walks out the ring, through the ropes and back up the ramp, still holding herself after the beating.

Chase: Huh!? The fans seem to be taking to Leila a bit! That win came from out of nowhere!

Harvey: Criss Cassidy was very impressive tonight, and this match could have gone either way, but Leila hit with the Bedrood at just the right time!

Chase: Do you think we may see a little "holy war" break out over this?

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APW Overdrive comes back from the break with the Axis of Awesome absolutely pissed off about losing their match to the Sports Nutz. Biggs is seated at his desk, moping about in his chair with his arms across his chest. Ellie is seated on the armrest, looking just as sour. Cyrus has the Overdrive Championship draped over his shoulder as he stews about the room, pacing back and forth angrily.

Biggs: There's no reason we should have lost to the Sports Nutz tonight! We're the Axis of Awesome, gosh darn it! We're the most dominant duo APW has ever seen, and yet we got beaten by two men who get the "distinguished guest" discount at Denny's! Dunpork wasn't even the legal man! How the heck did we let this happen!?

Cyrus: First off, we should fire that ref, but second off, they played the numbers game on us, plain and simple. Man it sucks being on the other end of that!

Ellie: Had Shaun Kilgore not shown up, you guys would have won for sure! We should make him pay!

Biggs: How so, my sweet?

Ellie: Well, we just have to take away the numbers game. I would suggest a handicap match, but since Christopher has a title defense against Mark Moment next week, I think that you should fight him, Biggs, in the one kind of match that prevents others from interfering, a Steel Cage Match!

Biggs eyes light up at Ellie's idea.

Biggs: I like it. So next week, not only will we see Chris Cyrus successfully defend his APW Overdrive Title against Mark Moment, but I will teach Shaun Kilgore a lesson about sticking his nose into the Axis' business, once and for all!

Cyrus: Speaking of sticking their nose in somebody's business, there's a package here at the door adressed to you, Biggs.

Biggs: Who's it from?

Cyrus: It doesn't say.

Biggs: Well bring it here!

Cyrus brings over the nondescript box and hands it to Biggs. He shakes it a bit, and proceeds to open it, pulling out a signed copy of Pro Wrestling Insider with Sally Talfourd on the cover! The note reads, "Hoping for more Hugs and Kisses, Sally!" Biggs tosses the magazine across the room, yelling in rage as Ellie gets an even more pissed off!

Biggs: Crap dangit! Doesn't that woman ever take a freakin' hint!?

Ellie just sits there seething as Cyrus picks up the magazine.

Cyrus: I take it neither one of you will be wanting this?

Biggs: Of course not! Get that filthy rag out of my sight!

Cyrus: Don't mind if I do!

Cyrus has a cheesy grin on his face as he picks up the magazine and heads to the restroom. Biggs and Ellie continue to seethe as APW goes back out to the arena.

Paige: The following Contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall

AFI Misseria Cantare begins to play The lights are dim, and the stage flickers with blue strobbing lights to the beat. Snow flakes begins to fall all through the arena, and the walkway is filled with smoke. The strobing light beat to the music, and then as the lights flicker again the figure of a hooded figure can be seen. The I am JESUS pose is given then the hood is flipped back revieling Michael Lively as blue spraks shoot up from the floor behind him.

Paige: Introducing first, Michael Lively!

Lively then begins to walk the ramp to the music, rolls into the ring, walks to the ropes inbetween two ring posts, climbs the second, leaning against the top, holding his title in the air, as snow falls around him, and the ring glows blue. Lively drops down strike the pose again embracing the overwhelming boo's from the crowd.

The silence of the crowd stirs around the atmosphere of the arena as it suddenly becomes disturbed by the sound of a horrific and deafening scream, a white mist begins to seep through from the ramp way, its swirling life source, only to cast itself lovingly into the air and towards the stage. The crowd looks on worried, each and every face being filled with simple fear as their hearts beat rhythmically with the bright-sensitive flickering lights of death… a sickening blue light only to swoon over the crowd. Just as any search light does when picking sight of its criminal… another one only to follow it in its quest. Suddenly a large circle of fire arises in a quick counter-clockwise motion, before exploding upwards as a tall dark figure appears within the center of the flames. Followed just seconds later by the pounding beats of "Bulletproof" by Five Finger Death Punch, as it blares across the helpless PA system. Exhaling calmly he moves casually down the ramp way with the bright white light behind him, as he slides into the ring in a black t-shirt with his logo design across the front clinging securely to his masculine frame.

Paige: And his tag team Partner, Victor Hades

Stepping to the center of the ring while overlooking the crowd disgusted, he lowers his head and brings his fists over his face. He begins throwing clenched fists pounding against his forehead in a violent manner. Screaming words to himself before snapping his head back as his dreadlocks fly from his face, within that moment all four turnbuckle posts are lit up by the explosive pyrotechnics as they erupt. Holding his arms held high with clenched fists, while he then lowers his arms and calmly exhales turning to the stage awaiting his opponents...

Paige: And their opponents

“Absolute Power” by Tech N9ne hits on the PA as the fans boo ridiculously around the arena. A beautiful video montage of Cooper Conrad is shown as the voice of Tech N9ne can be heard whispering with his voice in reverse. When the beat kicks in and Tech begins to rap, yellow strobe lights flicker all around the arena. Out from the back comes The Chosen One, Cooper Conrad, walking with his head down. He stops at the top of the ramp and stands there for a few seconds before throwing his hands in the air and lifting his head up as pyro goes off all around him.

Paige: From Chicago Illinois, Cooper Conrad!

He then walks confidently down the ramp and slides into the ring, getting right up and heading to the far right turnbuckle where he taunts the fans. The music fades as Conrad climbs off the turnbuckle, and the referee gives him instructions.

The Seed by The Roots plays, Crazy Joe pops out from behind the curtain.

Paige: And his partner. He is the Current APW Xtreme Champion, Crazy Joe

He looks around, takes a deep breath and raises his arm. He walks down the ramp towards the ring, eyes centered on the ring. He slowly walks up the stairs, then quickly hops over the ropes.

Crazy Joe and Cooper Conrad Vs Michael Lively and Victor Hades

Cooper starts the match for this team and Lively starts off for it. Cooper and Lively lock up and cooper gets a headlock in on Lively who throws Cooper off into the ropes. Cooper comes back taking Lively down with a shoulder block. Cooper runs off the ropes, hoping over Michael. Michael goes to leap drop Cooper, but Cooper catches him and nails an atomic drop. Lively holds his groin and Cooper runs off the ropes and takes Lively down with a spinning heel kick. Cooper covers
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Chase: Good thinking by Lively, getting out of there.

Harvey: I don’t think Victor expected that from the former Xtreme Champion.

The ref tells Hades to get into the ring and slowly he does. He points over to Crazy Joe, saying he wants him. Cooper tags in Joe who gets into the ring and goes face to face with Hades. Hades kicks Joe in the gut and throws him into the ropes. Joe ducks a clothesline, hit’s the ropes and Lively is there to pull down the ropes and Joe goes up and over to the mat. Lively starts attacking Joe and Cooper tries to stop him, but the ref catches him. This allows Lively and Hades to double team Joe on the outside, throwing him into the ring steps before rolling him back into the ring.

Chase: Now that’s how you double team.

Harvey: Its also what you call cheating

Hades grabs Joe and lifts him up only to take him back down with a throat spike. Lively leans over the ropes and tags himself in my slapping the shoulder of Hades. Lively gets into the ring and goes for a cover
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Lively picks Joe up and throws him into the ropes and connects him with a beautiful dropkick. Lively goes for another cover
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Lively throws Joe into the corner where Hades is standing. Lively goes over and chops Joe and he tags in Hades, the right way. Hades gets into the ring and starts pummeling Joe in the corner as Lively chokes Joe with his arm. The ref counts to 4 and they let Joe go. Hades takes Joe to the center of the ring and lifts him up for a suplex, but Joe blocks it and then gives Hades a suplex of his own. Joe crawls to his corner to tag in Cooper. Cooper reaches and Hades grabs Joe’s foot and pulls him away. They get to their feet and Hades grabs Joe in a full Nelson, but Joe is able to fight out of it, kicks Hades in the gut and Bulldogs him. Joe tags in Cooper. The fans cheer as Cooper jumps over the ropes and takes Hades down with a clothesline and then a belly to belly suplex. Lively comes into the ring and Cooper nails him with a T-Bone Suplex.Cooper takes Lively and puts him in the corner and then climbs up and starts punching him and the crowd counts along.
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Harvey: Cooper almost had the surprise win right there.

Cooper and Joe begin working on Hades and they throw him into the ropes and kick him in the gut and Cooper nails the Absolute Power (Canadian Destroyer) on Hades. The Impacted causes Hades to stand on his feet and Crazy Joe kicks Hades and nails a Even Flow DDT. Joe rolls Hades over and covers him
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Winner: Crazy Joe and Cooper Conrad.

After the match, Joe and Cooper begin to celebrate. With their backs turned, Lively has the Xtreme Title in hand and slides into the ring and nails Joe from behind and then nails Cooper in the face. Knocking both men down.

Chase: Now that’s the Lively we all know

Harvey: This is uncalled for. The match is over

Lively drops the belt, gets on top of Joe and begins punching him repeatedly in the face. Just as Cooper is about to get up, Hades is back up and takes Cooper down and locks him into an Arm Triangle Choke.

Harvey: Now that’s what you call a couple of sore losers.

Chase: I wouldn’t say that so loud Darren, that could be you next!

Hades and Lively get off their opponents and as Hades poses for the fans, Lively picks up the Xtreme Title again and nails Hades in the back of the Head. Lively throws the Title down on Joe and leaves the ring as we go to commercial.

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APW Overdrive comes back from a commercial break with the camera focused on Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase at the announce table.

Harvey: Well folks, we are mere moments away from our epic main event of Sally Talfourd versus Bryan Payne, but I'm getting word that something is happening backstage right now! Let's send it back!

Cameras switch over to the backstage area where a severely bloodied Victor Hades panting and grunting cuts around the corner... An evil and very intimidating glare rests upon his face as he makes his presence known, shoving and bumping anyone in his path aside. Finally reaching the VIP and Locker Room areas, he begins kicking each and every door open... Moving from one door to the next, but appearing to not find what he's searching for...

Victor Hades-"Ughh..." he growls in frustration after nearly breaking another door from it's hinges only to find the divas locker room...

Harvey-"You WOULD THINK that's what he was looking for!"

Chase-"I know!"

A short equipment crew-manager standing near the end of the hallway appears to be giving instructions on a walkie-talkie as Hades passes by, suddenly stopping in his footsteps...

Crew Manager-"Donnie, I want stage lights going during intermission now hurry up and get going on it!"

The man mutters firmly into the walkie as Hades slowly turns his head like something out of an undead zombie movie while droplets of crimson blood fall from his battered face... Almost like a lion pouncing onto its prey he lunges at the crew worker before pinning him against the wall... Shrieking in a frightened manner the man merely yelps as he's lifted off the ground...

Victor Hades-"I am going to ask you this one fucking time and one fucking time only. General Manager's office-WHERE?"

Frightened and trembling the puny man twitches as he struggles to extend his arm at first before pointing directly down the hall... Hades glances down the hallway before slowly turning his head back, as a small wet trail of "fluids" trickle down the wall between the man's legs...

Crew Manager-"P-p-please let m-me go."

While a disgusted look remains on Hades face as he stares a hole through the man's face, he releases his grip and simply drops the man flat on his backside. Turning away Hades marches off down the hallway peering around corners and into locker rooms, until finally a set of Golden and Blue painted doors comes along...

Victor Hades-"Behind door number three..."

Hades shoves the double doors open as he bursts into General Manager Biggs' office, making the man nearly jump out of his seat as several magazines are immediately thrown behind his desk... Walking callously past two rather large security officials like they were ghosts, Hades approaches Biggs and wraps his blood-covered, tattoo-sleeved arm around Biggs' neck... Leaning against the desk with a maniacal smirk...

Victor Hades-"Biggs my friend, I've got to say I love what you've done with the place..."

Hades mutters with a perked brow scanning the room slowly beneath his soaked black strands of hair falling over his face.

Biggs-"Um, thanks?"

Biggs responds lightly in a puzzled manner, more focused on Hades' arm soaked in blood as Biggs' eyes remain fixed on the blood trickling down onto his new orange and blue jacket... Cringing in his facial mannerisms as he simply looks on...

Victor Hades-"Me myself I've never been one for decorating, just demolishing-you know, somewhere along the lines of what some may consider the re-modeling business. Actually, speaking of business-you and I have matters of unfinished business to discuss."

Hades grumbles turning his attention towards Biggs gently squeezing his arm around the General Manager's neck...

Biggs-"Yeah, right, sure... What can I do for you Vic?"

The general manager responds with a strange smile, uncomfortably wincing as he adjusts Hades' arm around his neck. Meanwhile security officials remain inches away as they had been since Hades' sudden intrusion.

Victor Hades-"Y'see Biggs, I've been having a little trouble re-adjusting since I've made my return to this god-forsaken shithole... Needless to say, I haven't been too happy with the outcome. As you can tell..."

Hades grumbles in his words, as the blood continues to spew down his face.

Biggs-"Uh huh..."

Biggs motions to his personal security he's fine in a very enthusiastic manner, while shifting himself trying to adjust Hades' grip which remains tightly around his neck...

Victor Hades-"So what I want is this, you give me Joe, Conrad, Lively, hell even that drunken son of a bitch Streets Wilson for all I care. All of them, three of them, two of them, I don't care who and I don't care how. I'm going to make an example out of them one way or another-and Biggs...I'm going to show this whole god damn world just exactly how I kicked damn near thirty other men's asses at Survive and Conquer."

Hades looks down at Biggs who nods with a smile, face somewhat turning a light-pink shaded color as he mutters.

Biggs: Hades, I have a lot of respect for you, really I do. But the way you're going about your whole return seems, and there's no way of putting this lightly, well, it just seems like you're desperate to prove something, when you really don't need to. You freaking won the Survive and Conquer Match! Still, if you feel like you have to prove yourself, how about this next week, you versus Michael Lively, Cooper Conrad, and Streets Wilson in a 3-on-1 Handicap Hardcore Match!

Grinning somewhat to his General Manager's response, Hades pats Biggs on the shoulder gently and turns away as a bloodied handprint now appears on Biggs' jacket. Who slowly tilts his head down at the handprint, and then slowly looks back to Hades puzzled...

Victor Hades-"Oh, uh, you're in my way jackass."

Hades mutters as a "Beast-like" security official towers over Hades looking down upon him, while not showing much reaction much-less a response to Hades' words.

Victor Hades-"Nice guard dogs you got yourself here 'boss', do they fetch your laundry and obey your every command too?"

Biggs shrugs and grins back at Hades who hasn't drawn his attention away from the guard for even a second.

Biggs-"They work better when I ask them to sick somebody."

Hades nods with a smirk.

Victor Hades-"Can they play dead too?"

Hades mutters while emphasizing those key words, glaring back at the power-sized security official who simply steps aside a few seconds later. Hades chuckling silently to himself lowers his head and smirks walking past the personal security and towards the door...

Victor Hades-"Talk to you soon, boss."

Hades exits the room and moves off camera... As the camera pans around back to Biggs twitching in his stance trying not to look at his new ruined jacket, glancing to his personal security with a happy smile...

Biggs-"That guy is so...caring and affectionate."

Biggs smiles and lets out a small sigh before folding his arms as the footage cuts to Cindy Shannon elsewhere backstage.

Shannon: Cindy Shannon here standing outside of former APW Heavyweight Champion Bryan Payne’s locker room looking to get a few words in with him before his big match with number one contender Sally Talfourd! It’s been a big big week in the building up of this match with both wrestlers showing their true feelings about each other in rather surprising fashion and-

Cindy pauses as the door opens behind her and Bryan walks out with his manager/assistant Karen foster. He looks a little amused when he sees who is there to interview him and removes his shades and nodes to Karen who stalks off in the direction of the tech crew.

Shannon: Bryan Payne, the APW universe is dying to know why exactly you hate female wrestlers! Do you have a comment?

Bryan blinked for a moment.

Payne: Woah woah there, easy does the damage who said anything about hating female wrestlers?

Shannon: Um.. Sally Talfourd?

Payne: Yes well, this is a woman who’s under a lot of delusions and misconceptions lately so adding that to the list isn’t really too much of a stretch now is it?

Bryan snorted softly.

Payne: Now, do I have some problems with Sally personally? You bet your ass I do, I think she’s set back women in this business twenty years with her little prissy sit on the boss’s lap routine… just because she happens to have a innie instead of an outie between her legs doesn’t make her a role model just because she happens to have a shot at becoming APW’s first female Champion. It doesn’t make her a hero either, what it makes her is under the public view… and what do they see when they focus that light on her? A girl who would rather play high school boyfriend stealing games that focus on her career and what she’s doing here…. Or worse a woman using sex to get head. You hear that? Sorry, I think that’s the sound of Susan B. Anthony rolling over in her grave….

Shannon: Well is that really fair? As Sally has said you just don’t understand what it’s like to be a woman in this business to always be smaller than your opponent-

Payne: Hello?! When I first stepped into the ring I was a hundred and ninety pounds fighting three hundred pound monsters week in and week out… Sally has no monopoly on that. What I *didn’t* have was the fact half those guys were afraid to hit her at first because she was a girl. So yeah, once again… she’s talking out her ass, not surprisingly. See Shannon I find when you touch a nerve with someone when you really find what makes them tick they just can’t handle it. And Sally just can’t handle that I’ve seen through her attempts to be a “good person” and seen her for the manipulative spokesperson for the Future Crack Whore’s of American League.

Shannon: Holy sh- Isn’t that a bit harsh?

Bryan pauses thinking about that for a moment and then shakes his head.

Payne: No, I really don’t think so Shannon. This is a girl who claims to be doing this for the fans… and then asks who is to say there is a right way to do things? There is always a right and a wrong Sally, and the fact that you’ve gotten this far in this business without learning that just shows how far you really do have to come before you’re ready for the Main Event.

Shannon: Sally leveled some big charges on you calling you out for not defending your title against Level One.

Bryan laughed a little bit and shook his head a bit sadly.

Payne: Well, when Sally can end a match with him as the one who walks away instead of the one the EMTs are looking at. When he attacks HER family… when careers are put on the line… when she has two matches with a man some consider the best in the world that people are going to be talking about for the next ten years… THEN she can talk about what I should and shouldn’t have been focused on. I made it plain heading into that match it wasn’t about the title… it was personal, and the neck-brace Level One has been walking around backstage with for the last two weeks shows just how close it was to being the LAST time anyone ever saw that big bastard again.

Payne: So Sally can go on and on and natter endlessly about how she’s ready to take my place on the roster blah blah blah.. about the endless tedium of jello matches.. Cry me a river, while you were fighting jello matches I was fighting hardcore matches against men a hundred to two hundred pounds more than I was… you think I’m going to feel sorry for you for anything? Your biggest rival in your career is fucking Leliah! Her biggest accomplishment is being your punching bag. And you’re going to talk to me about what the fans deserve?

Payne: Sally, the truth is the fans deserve more than false hope. They deserve more than a woman who’s path to greatness goes through Bigg’s pants. They deserve more than a woman who can only get her kicks by playing games with a couple’s relationship. Now as much as I don’t particularly like Biggs and Ellie I at least have enough respect to stay the fuck out of their private business… Do you know why Sally? Because that’s what separates people like me from Level One. We take care of stuff inside the ring… you apparently would rather walk a different path… you would rather fuck with someone’s family too. Well Sally… I’ve had enough of that kind of bullshit. And you just have the misfortune to be the one who set me off this week.

Shannon: Fans have also remarked about this change in your demean-

Payne: Why because I’m a little pissed off lately? Fine, yeah I am. If your brother had been in a coma for the last month because of the actions of a member of this roster YOU’D BE A BIT TESTY TOO! And if Sally manages to fuck up Biggs and Ellie’s relationship… she’s no better that Level One. Just another pretender taking the easy path rather than earning it inside the ring. Feel it!

Bryan walks away from the mic with a disgusted look on his face leaving Shannon gasping for a moment before swinging back around to the microphone.

Shannon: Um.. and there you have it folks.. straight talk from the Revelation himself.


APW Overdrive cuts to it's final commercial break.

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Harvey: And now we head into the Main Event match of Overdrive!

Chase: The last guy to get beat by a resurgent Level One and the next contestant in ‘how to get my head beat in!’

Harvey: That’s hardly how I’d characterize this match Chase… the former Champion… has he recovered from that brutal contest with Level One that ended in controversial fashion? Sally Talfourd… Test for the Best Winner who will get her shot at Shockwave at the APW Heavyweight Title, this match has all the ingredients for quite the contest!

Chase: Including plenty of animosity! Who knew that these two had developed such a grudge against each other but I for one and glad to see it… should add plenty of spice to this match up!

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall! Introducing first, standing at 6’1” and weighting in at 215 lbs… from Tokyo Japan, he is “The Revelation” Bryan PAYYNE!

Bryan appears from underneath the tron, a little smirk displayed from underneath his shades. He pauses looking out over the crowd while he says something that's lost in the noise from the people and the music and then starts to head down towards the ring. He pauses along the way to clasp a few hands of fans hanging out over the edge of the crowd barrier. Bryan grabs a hold of the bottom rope and leverages himself up onto the ring apron, turning around to face the ramp where his opponent will soon appear and points back towards it. He looks out over the crowd again and waves his arms into the air encouraging them to be louder still, and then grins as he ducks under the top rope and into the ring slapping his chest with a single fist several times as he waits for his opponent.

Chase: How about the end of that Title match at Test? Wow… I never knew Payne had it in him but he did something few men have every done before and true to his word, he made Level One scream for mercy!

Harvey: But he got distracted by it Chase. He was so focused on Level One he forgot he was in a match with his title on the line and he lost it!

Chase: Yeah, maybe… but how much you want to bet that Level One avoids that figure four headlock of his like the plague next time those two are in the ring together?

Paige: And his opponent, the current number one contender for the APW Heavyweight Championship! The Last Magician… SALLY TAAAALFOOURD!

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. 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.

Harvey: And Sally comes out looking pumped too… I think these two are ready to go at it… I can’t wait!

As the ref approaches the two competitors talking to them briefly the camera pans out over the crowd signs waving back and forth “Feel the Payne!” “Go for it Sally!” “Barbie vs Pokeman.. oi vey!”

Chase: So I have to ask, do you think Sally has a shot at Shockwave?

Harvey: Absolutely I do! She won test for the best, beat two former champions in the bargain and I think she’s about to give Bryan Payne all he can handle here tonight.

*DING DING!*

Bryan Payne vs. Sally Talfourd

As the bell rings Sally and Bryan look at each other for a moment, the former motioning for Bryan to bring it on. For just a brief moment it looks like Bryan might bite, and then he smiles in a weird sort of way and takes a couple steps backwards leaning on the ropes in a rather arrogant manner looking down at his wrist as though he were checking a watch that wasn’t there. Sally takes a moment, hands on hips, looking out to the crowd, and then charges Bryan trying to get the drop on him but is greeted by a savage elbow to the jaw that spins her halfway around. She stumbles for a few steps and falls to one knee her hand up against her chin.

Harvey: And let the mind games begin folks!

Chase: Here’s the interesting thing… both these two rely on speed so much in their matches, but Payne has the technical and strength advantage in this one… and I’m going to say experience too. Sally is going to have to dig deep

Harvey: You mean like digging deep enough to win three matches against great competitors in a single night?!

Chase: Touche…

Payne stalks over behind Sally grabbing her free arm and twisting it around behind her into a modified hammerlock, his knee going into the small of her back to force her body down to the canvas with his weight while he does it. He leans down and can be seen saying something to her but the microphone can’t pick it up and as he moves backwards he pulls one of his hands off of Sally’s arm and hammers the freed fist and forearm into her wrenched shoulder drawing a few ragged gasps and protests from the pinned Talfourd.

Harvey: Payne appears to be going to work on Sally’s shoulder early in this one… I’d have thought he’d have targeted a knee to slow Sally down…

Chase: This is really becoming plain to be what Payne does… he targets a body part in the early stages of the match and takes it appear over the length of it. Scary stuff because he’s demonstrated he knows just how to damage almost any point of the human body with brutal efficiency.

Bryan keeps his hold on Sally’s wrist and stands up driving his knee into the trapped arm drawing out a scream from the trapped Talford who renews her efforts to try to escape the predicament. She spins her lower body around catching the back of Bryan’s legs to knock him off balance forcing him to break the hold and then rolls away quickly clutching her right arm and shoulder.

Harvey: Beautiful escape by Sally… great agility there.

Payne has righted himself by now and the two circle around each other before finally Sally launches herself at Payne backing him up with a flurry of forearm blows that send him reeling back into the corner and then grabs the top rope using it for leverage as she hammers kicks into his torso.

Chase: And a flurry of offense from Sally, she’s hitting Payne with everything but the kitchen sink!

Harvey: WOW.. what a frenzy of activity, this is what you get when two wrestlers just don’t see eye to eye!

The ref steps up beginning the count and forces Sally to release the rope and back off a few steps. She talks to the ref for a moment nodding, not noticing as Payne hops up to the second turnbuckle and then leaps off into a spinning shoulder block that almost takes out the ref along with Sally and sends both competitors slamming into the canvas.

Chase: Gah! There are counters…. And then there’s that!

Both struggle to recover, though Payne seems to first and hammers Talfourd in the side of the head with a fist on the way up, knocking her back from a crouched position onto her butt. She looks shocked for a moment, stunned by the force and suddenness of the blow but recovers quick, getting her feet up and set as Payne launches at her, rolling up and over into a mounted pin, her knees digging into Bryan’s shoulders as she forces them to the mat!

1…

2……

Kickout!

Harvey: And Sally with the first pinning opportunity of the match, she caught Payne off guard there and managed a near fall from it!

Payne had grabbed Sally’s hips, littering pushing her up and over his head to slip out from underneath her. He looks to pull a move during the escape but Sally wisely fell into a forward roll after the escape and comes up in the corner looking to Bryan with a confident look and motions for him to come get her again.

This time Bryan takes the bait, charging right at Sally who spins around jumping onto the turnbuckle and twists in mid-air falling out into a cross body that connects with Payne flattening him to the mat. Just when it looks like she’s going to be able to pull another cover Bryan has pulled his legs upwards the force of Sally’s move and the impact combining with his size and strength to leverage them over rolling Payne to the top and now Sally is pinned!

1…

2……

Kickout!

Chase: Another exchange of move and counter move from these two!


Harvey: And an answering near fall from Payne... I’m getting the feeling these two are trying to prove something to each other…

As the two get to their feet Sally gets the drop on Payne falling into a low drop kick that catches him in the chest as he starts to get up staggering him back. She pops up to her feet almost immediately running smooth past him and bouncing off the ropes. As he struggles to get back to his feet she falls into a handstand and comes back up with a rolling wheel kick to the side of Payne’s head that sends him sprawling into the ropes sagging against them stunned.

Harvey: Sally Talfourd is on a roll! Look at her go she has Payne on the ropes… I don’t think he knows where he is right now! Look out Level One!

Sally gives a pose to the crowd and then walks over tucking Bryan’s head under her arm as she takes a running start into the corner and dances up the turnbuckles. She flips into the air using her body to gain momentum and then with his head still trapped crashes down into the canvas with a tornado DDT.

Harvey: Good night sweet prince!

Sally pulls Bryan’s leg over for another pin.

1…..

2……..

3- Kickout!

Chase: Holy crap… the ref’s hand actually hit the canvas but Payne’s shoulder was up just an eyeblink before it… wow you don’t get closer than that!

Sally looks like she can’t believe it either spending a moment arguing with the official before looking at Bryan, who still hasn’t gotten up. Then she gets an idea. She hovers over him and goes back to the forearm shots several times and then goes for another pin.

1…

2….

Kickout!

Sally grits her teeth as she is pushed off of Payne again and takes a run at the nearest set of ring ropes.

Chase: I can’t look.

Harvey: Here it comes… Happy Ending!

Sally leaps up and springs off the rope, the crowd involuntarily holding it’s breath as she spins through the air turning, the gasp turning into a cry as she slams into the bare canvas as Payne rolls to the side a split second before the impact leaving Sally on the matt gasping and clutching her middle.

Chase: wipe out!

Harvey: High risk… high return… that really looked like it hurt!

Bryan looks like he’s recovered somewhat, managing to get back to his feet and picks Sally up off the mat. Hooking one of her legs and her neck he bridges out picking her up and over and smashing her down into the canvas with a Fisherman’s Suplex and maintains his hold as the ref hits the canvas.

1…

2….

Kickout!

Chase: Shit! How the hell did Sally have enough left to kick out of that?!

Bryan is obviously a little surprised too, but instead of arguing with the ref he picks up Sally’s right arm from earlier and wraps it around his leg with an arm bar. It draws a bit of a yell from Sally and Bryan nods increasing the pressure.

Harvey: Smart wresting from Payne he’s slowing the pace of this match down again. There are people faster, there are people stronger, but it’s at management of the pace of a match that Payne excels at.

Chase: Yeah, Sally was turning this match up way fast, they were putting on a great show, but I think on some level Payne knew that as long as it was at that pace this match was one lucky move away from being over..

Bryan shifts the hold and can be seen putting his feet on either side of Sally’s hurt shoulder and then grabs her wrist twisting it against the joint as far as he’s able until his muscles stand out lividly under the lights and lays backwards using his body to force Sally’s shoulder apart drawing another scream while the ref checks on if she wants to pack it in. She stubbornly shakes her head making a fist and tucking it under her own body to make sure she doesn’t tap.

Harvey: Oh man… that really looks painful that arm is being pulled way out of position.

Chase: And the longer that hold stays in, the more damage is going to be done!

Sally uses that hand underneath her and tries to push up off the canvas, stopping a few inches up collapsing back to the canvas with a scream her head hitting the canvas as she tries to marshal her strength.

Harvey: Look at that how stretched that arm and shoulder are?

Chase: It’s tendons… muscles… joints.. they can’t take that kind of hyperextension for long, she’s moments from separating maybe even dislocation. She has to escape now.. tap.. or put her career at risk!

Sally pushes up again screaming, a raw, wounded sound, the movement itself seeming to cause the arm to stretch even more, but just manages to curve a toe, shoving her feet and legs underneath her and flipping forward onto her back. Just like that some of the pressure goes, but the twisting of the joint in the process draws a shocked gasp from the crowd as her foot snaps up catching Payne in the temple to break the hold! Sally cries out again as the pain hits her and clutches her shoulder as she rolls away, the ref checking on her she pushes away.

Harvey: what an escape! That took real heart and determination Chase.

Chase: That it definitely did, but what shape is she in to continue this match?

As Sally tries to recover Payne is suddenly moving in on her again. Using her good hand she braces on the rope and kicks up with her foot, catching Bryan in the gut and backing him up…. He staggers back a few steps and then comes forward again, catching a second kick to the gut… On the third, Sally jumps up and over clearing Bryan’s head and falling into a sunset flip to roll Bryan into a pin!

1….

Kickout!

The two break again, Sally the right arm still clutched to her shoulder makes her way over to the ropes using them to pick herself up, and then charges. She times it perfectly leaping off her feet her legs wrapping around Bryan’s head spinning it into a Hurracanarra. The two hit the canvas with another pin in place for Sally..

1….

2…….

Underneath Sally Payne plants his feet on the canvas and wraps his arms around her waist bridging up off the canvas and brings one foot over to wrap around Sally’s chest shoving her off him and quickly rolls Sally’s legs up on his shoulders trapping her beneath him.

1….

2….

Sally grabs Bryan around the head with her good arm and locks her legs around it too for good measure as she throws her weight back, getting just enough momentum to switch the position for a third time!

1….

2……

3….!!

*DING DING*

Winner: Sally Talfourd

Harvey: Woah! Did you see that?! I’m still not sure how it happened folks, I’m going to have to rewind that a few times.. but Sally Talfourd has just won this match!

Paige: And the winner of this match…. SALLY TALFOURD!

Chase: Big big BIG win for Sally.

Harvey: I’m right with you partner Talfourd and Payne left it all out here tonight, and after seeing this there shouldn’t be anyone out there who has any doubt that Sally is a serious contender for the APW Heavyweight Title!


"Starstrukk" hits the speakers, and Payne sits there in surprise as Sally gets up to her feet, and gets her arm raised by the referee. Payne slams his fist into the mat in frustration, but stays true to his morals, quietly exiting the ring to allow Sally her moment of triumph as Overdrive comes to a close.