Overdrive - Atlanta, Georgia 8/05/10

[President Jeff]

Fireworks blast from the stage and the fans are going wild as APW Overdrive goes on the air from the Phillips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia! The camera pans the crowd, displaying signs. As the commentators are heard in the back ground

Harvey: Welcome to Thursday Night Overdrive! And we have a jam packed card for all of you tonight!

Chase: We have in our main event match, We will see Crazy Joe defend his Xtreme Title in a Title Vs Career match against Michael Lively. If Lively loses, he will be gone from APW

Harvey: Michael Lively was in a motorcycle accident earlier this week, so the question now is, will Michael Lively be able to compete tonight, or is his career over?

Chase: Also another title match, for the Overdrive Title, Chris Cyrus defends against Shaun Kilgore

Harvey: And after what happened last week, we will see if Chris Cyrus is at 100% for this match.

A few seconds of silence pass, as the lights in the arena flicker on and off in rapid session. As if on que, the familiar laugh passes through the PA system and into the ears of the impatient crowd. Put you on game by Lupe Fiasco blasts the stereo as the roar of the crowd picks up in attempt to drown it out. The APW world heavyweight champion, takes one big step out onto the ramp and immediately begins to survey the crowd he hasn't seen in what feels like, years.

Chase: Level-One is back! What a way to kick off tonight Thursday night overdrive, with the APW world champion making a highly publicized return!

Harvey: Hey, don't get too excited, Chase. Level-One is injured; and these things change day to day, who knows what news he has in mind—especially with that look on his face!

Level-One strides down the ramp, with still a limp in his step and a brace around his neck. The APW world championship clings to his bold shoulder as if it was holding on to him for dear life. The world knew how much credibility he put into that title, perhaps the title also had a sense of self worth and even a mind of it's own. Regardless, the fans aren't ecstatic about his return—and if they were, they were showing him support in the form of jeers. They were louder then they usually, were. In his mind, it was a sign, and he grinned.

The cold blooded Canadian, slowly walked around the ring, and towards the ring announcer, yanking a microphone from his grips. Although, his injury was apparent; it seemed as if he did his best to hide it. It wasn't until, he pulled himself up onto the ring apron, did he finally grimace. As he entered the ring, he slowly paced himself, settling in the centre of the squared ring. The crowds negative reaction drilled his ears, like a drill sergeant in boot camp. These were the days, he missed.

Level-One: Thank you for the warm reception. You know, your APW world champion expected nothing less from you little, piglets. You boo me when I win. You boo me when I lose. Shit, you even boo me whenever Bryan Payne, or some other butt hurt douche bag carelessly spits out my name ignorant to the repercussions of their actions. Do you know what I say to that?

The crowd continues to jeer, most of them to caught up in the mob mentality to listen to his words. So, he speaks louder.

Level-One: I say, BOO you all! I'm back, you sons of bitches, whether you like it or not!; so you can take that straight to the retirement home, Pence Weatherlight is sucking porridge through a straw! In fact, the doctor had no choice but to allow me compete, starting tonight! Though, you people aren't going to see me in action, so soon. Quite frankly, I'm not sure you deserve it. Shit, I'm not even sure anyone on this roster deserves to step in the ring, with me. A legend.

Level-One stops, to try to work out a kink in his neck; but the brace, doesn't allow for much mobility; the fans start a ''Level-One sucks'' chant which has the APW world champion's face, twisted with disgust. He couldn't imagine there could be this many people ignorant, to cold hard facts.

Level-One: In reality, I shouldn't even BE here tonight! In reality, I shouldn't even be subjecting myself to you people and extra stress you bring onto my condition. In reality, I should have vacated this title and went for the lam, like the champion before the two week substitute teacher, we had in Bryan Payne; but in reality? That's now how I operate. You people should be THANKFUL, I'm risking my career just to keep this place at the golden standard, Biggs and company strive every day and night to keep it at.

Level-One sighs and then points towards the ramp.

Level-One: The reason, nobody deserves to fight me tonight—if ever, is simply because of the atrocity, we have all witnessed collectively committed week in and week out, for the past month I have been gone. A company, filled with men with real testosterone, being slapped up into shape by a broad; like a dominatrix or as if it was BDSM Tuesday's, in Micheal Lively's basement. It's sickening. First, it was Bryan Payne. A man who rightfully, actually gave me a run for my money—being, sucked dry by the gold digger Sally Talfourd probably is by default, under the bitch clause in the manual paid and bought whores tend to come with. Then it was a former APW world champion, in Micheal Lively. Who simply, must have have succumbed to having finally touched a pair of tits, that wasn't his mothers in years. Then again, that's what happens when your breast fed until the age of, 12.

The champion caught up, in the momentum of his own words stops, looks up at the bright lights, and then takes a deep breath of fresh air—well, as fresh as it can be with thousands of dirty, piglets crowding the stadium, tonight.

Level-One: Still, I can't take anything away from Sally Talfourd. She may flirt and flash her skanky ass to victory, but she's a fighter nonetheless. And as much as I'd like to stand here before you all, and hype up our match come Shockwave; a bigger threat looms over both of our heads. A threat so big, it could change the landscape of the APW forever, and unfortunately as it stands; this threat, isn't tripled with the Level-One factor. Thus, this threat is threat to me—and my position atop, the APW pile...

Level-One reaches up at his neck, ripping off the brace and tossing it into the crowd, to the dismay of the crowd.

Level-One: I'm talking about the Red Sheild Mafia and The Greatness, coming together as one united front, pledging to make... an impact.

The crowd stirs in confusion as Level-One slams down the microphone in the middle of the ring, slowly making his way out onto the outside apron. Despite, his no longer need for the neck brace, he can't hid his vulnerability. He marches up the ramp, as fast as he can as he heads for the curtains, disappearing behind them.

Harvey: I don't think I can actually process what just happened here tonight. The champion is less then a month away from defending his title against Sally Talfourd, but instead he's turned his attention to the recent formation of the super stable formed between The Red Sheild Mafia and The Greatness!

Chase: I'm sure Level-One was watching things play out, at home, Harvey. You saw what they did to Sally Talfourd, our number one contender just two weeks ago. Who knows. Maybe, our new super stable as their eyes set on our number one guy here!

Harvey: Well, that's interesting point. In my eyes Level-One and the super stable all share common Morales, Chase. They have none.

Overdrive goes to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes back from commercial with Nicky Paige standing in the ring ready to announce the first match

Paige: The opening contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the OVERDRIVE CHAMPIONSHIP!

"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: Introducing first, being accompanied by Gordon Heath, weighing in at 247 pounds, SHAUN KILGORE

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.

Paige: And his opponent

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, he is the APW Overdrive Champion. 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

Overdrive Championship Title Match
Chris Cyrus (C) Vs Shaun Kilgore


The bell rings with the two locking up and Chris getting a side headlock on Shaun and takes him over. Chris grinds the headlock and Shaun battles to his feet. He goes to push Chris off, but Chris holds on. Chris takes Shaun back over with another headlock take down.

Chase: Chris Cyrus, he’s the master of the Head Lock. That move wears down your opponent. If applied correctly, it stops the blood from going to the brain. A very smart move from Chris Cyrus.

Harvey: I can’t believe you just said that about a head lock.

Shaun battles back to his feet and gives Chris a few shots to the kidneys and then is able to push him off into the ropes. Chris comes back taking Shaun down with a shoulder block. Chris hit’s the ropes and jumps over Shaun. Shaun gets to his feet and leap frogs Chris and as Chris hit’s the ropes, Shaun runs at him and clotheslines him over and onto the floor. Shaun doesn’t waste any time as he climbs to the top rope and with Chris getting to his feet, Shaun leaps off with a double axe handle to the back of Chris Cyrus. Shaun grabs Chris and throws him into the ring barrier. Chris hits it with his back and then Shaun runs at him, but Chris side steps and Shaun hit’s the barrier with his shoulder. Chris grabs Shaun by his hair and bounces his face off the commentators table before rolling him into the ring. Chris hops up to the ring apron and climbs to the top rope. With Shaun staggering trying to find Chris, he see’s him leaping off the top rope, connecting with a missile dropkick. Chris covers
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Chase: The Overdrive Champ almost regained his title here.

Harvey: This is Shaun’s biggest match in APW thus far, don’t count him out yet. He has what it takes to win.

Shaun is up and goes to the corner. Chris approaches him and gets kicked in the gut and then Shaun throws a right hand and Chris comes back with a thumb to the eye. Shaun falls back to the corner and Chris chops him before throwing him to the opposite corner. Chris runs at Shaun and Shaun brings his elbow up right into the jaw of Chris. Chris stumbles back and Shaun runs out of the corner and takes Chris down with a runnig boot to the face. Shaun covers.
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Harvey: What a boot to the face that was

Chase: Chris my be seeing stars after that one

Shaun stomps Chris a few times before lifting him up and throws him into the ropes. Chris comes back for a cross body, but Shaun catches him and gives him a fall away slam, followed by the rolling thunder into a cover.
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Kick Out by the Overdrive Champion.

Chris rolls out of the ring. Shaun leans over the ropes to grab Chris, but Chris grabs Shaun’s head and pulls it down over the top rope. Shaun falls to the mat and Chris pulls him out of the ring and spears him into the ring apron, followed by a chop. Chris the body slams Shaun then rolls into the ring. The ref starts to count Shaun out. The ref gets to 6 and Shaun is on the ring apron. Chris goes to grab Shaun, but Shaun spears him through the ropes and Shaun sunset flips in, and covers Chris
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Both gets get to their feet and Chris takes a swing, but Shaun ducks it and grabs Chris, giving him a northern lights suplex and bridges into the cover
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Chris crawls to the corner and he sits in the corner, begs for a time out. Shaun ignores him and pulls him to his feet and picks him up for a suplex, but Chris counters by falling behind Shaun and takes him down with a diving inverted DDT. Chris covers
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Harvey: What a back and forth match.

Chase: A great match to kick off Overdrive with

Chris gets up and waits for Shaun to get to his feet, as soon as he does, Chris grabs him, going for the Striaght to Hell (Rock Bottom) but Shaun elbows his way out of it, and Chris then goes for a clothesline. Shaun ducks it and grabs Chris and out of no where, nails him with the Ender. Shaun covers
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Winner and NEW APW Overdrive Champion: SHAUN KILGORE!

As Shauns music begins to play, Shaun jumps up and grabs the Overdrive title and climbs the turn buckle and raises it in the air for everyone to see.

Harvey: We have a new Overdrive Champion. Shaun Kilgore winning his first APW title.

Chase: Biggs can’t be happy about this one and I know Chris won’t be happy when he comes to.

Shaun leaves the ring with his newly won title and then see’s Chris Cyrus starting to get up. Shaun slides into the ring and nails Chris in the head with the Overdrive Title. Shaun gets on top of him and starts punching him and then grabs the Overdrive Title, shoving it against Chris’s face and yells “You’ll never have this title again!”

Harvey: Shaun just won the match and the belt, isn’t that enough!

Shaun gets out of the ring and grabs a chair and slides back into the ring. Chris is defenseless and then a bunch of Referee’s and road agents run out and they stand between Chris and Shaun. Shaun laughs as he drops the chair and grabs his belt

Chase: I never thought I’d see APW officials help Chris Cyrus out.

Shaun goes back to celebrating his victory as Overdrive goes to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Sally Talfourd is in her locker room, with her right foot perched up on her work bench, as she ties up the laces to her wrestling boots in preparation for her tag team match, later that night. She makes her way around the bench and towards a mirror as she fixes up her hair, and makes sure everything is in place for the lenses of the thousands of cameras, circulating around the arena in every direction. The smile she wears on her face, looking back at herself in her mirror quickly disappears, as a second party appears within the frame. Sally Talfourd quickly snaps around gasping in the process, as Level-One stands behind her with his arms crossed and the APW world championship, strapped around his shoulder.

Sally Talfourd: If you so much as touch me, I'm going to scream at the top of my lungs and press sexual harassment charges on you!

Sally Talfourd threatens, with a sly smile drawn across her face. Almost, as if she dared him too. The champion merely snarled at the assertion.

Level-One: You know, I was looking for you all over this building. The parking lot, the bathroom stalls, and when you weren't in Biggs office, I really got worried.

Sally Talfourd knowing full well what Level-One inferring, flirtatiously titled her head to the side before rolling her eyes in disgust, eventually turning her back to the champion. It was her way, of letting him know; she wasn't scared of him.

Sally Talfourd: What do you want, Level-One?

Level-One tauntingly, lifted his head up at the ceiling, before shaking free his thoughts and taking a spot on her work bench, beside her.

Level-One: What I want, probably isn't what most guys want from a girl like, you. I assure you. In fact, my proposition is rather harmless once you think about it. Hell, if the fans weren't so hell bent on booing me, they'd probably show support for the offer I have for you.

Sally Talfourd: The only thing you have to offer to me is the APW world heavyweight championship. And just because it sounds soooo cute? I do think you have a whole lot to offer me, really.

Level-One: Then, I'm sure you'll have no problem with my proposition. See, I saw what the RSM and The self proclaimed, Greatness; had done to you two weeks ago. Apart of me, cheered them on; but another part of me, put me in your position. Don't get me wrong, I really don't feel sorry for you—but I do know that they didn't attack you just for the hell of it. Sally, they were trying to send a message. To you, to me, to the entire APW roster. And with my neck injury? I can't take any risks, aggravating it any further. They are a threat to the outcome of our match at, Shockwave.

Sally Talfourd stares at Level-One thinking about what he had to say. She couldn't trust him, but he did have a point. And even while it seemed Level-One was solely looking out for the well being of himself with his recent injury, Sally didn't want to win the title based on an unfortunate ''technical'' difficulty.

Sally Talfourd: I don't know. I don't trust you, men.

Level-One: What? Unless their name is Biggs?

Sally Talfourd happily shrugs her shoulders and smiles.

Sally Talfourd: Exactly.

Level-One sighs and wraps his arm around Sally Talfourd, who is taken aback by such a friendly gesture.

Level-One: Only this time, I don't think you have much of a choice. Biggs, is a business man first, Sally. If I'm hurt because of your inhibition to do what's right for the good of this company, then I'll be forced to let go of this championship, and Biggs will be more than happy to call off this entire shindig, until he finds a suitable replacement. And I guarantee; it won't be the women who ruined the credibility of the title picture to begin with. It's your choice. I'll lock the door behind me; and you can sleep on it.

Level-One lets go of Sally Talfourd and sits up off the bench, heading for the exit of the door. Sally Talfourd, feeling entrapped stands up, and shouts at the top of her lungs.

Sally Talfourd: Attempted rape! I want to press charges! You pig!

Level-One laughs out loud as he slams the door shut behind him. Sally Talfourd crosses her arms to her chest, disgusted by her fellow co-worker's actions as we go back to ringside


'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.

"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. 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 int he air taking a loud cheer with him as he does.

[Paige] Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall. The first competitor, weighing in one-hundred and thirty pounds and hailing from Tehran, Iran: Leila Farrahi!

The crowd is a mix of reactions as Leila raises a hand.

[Paige] And her opponent, weighing in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds. He hails from Manchester, England: Blade!

Blade raises his hands to the crowd, who is all a cheer for him. The ref passes his hands over the two of theme, calls for a fair fight, then signals for the bell!

Ding-ding!

Leila Farrahi vs Blade


Both run in and lock up. Blade instantly gets the upper hand, bending Leila backwards over his knee. Leila, with the support of some of the crowd, fights back to get upright. She gets a knee to Blade's gut, into an arm wringer and then into a wrist lock. Leila leverages up on her toes enough to get Blade to his knees. She steps over the arm, holds the lock, and then sits down on Blade's shoulder. Blade is forced down to the mat, and Leila locks on a high angle arm bar. Blade is forced into the mat as Leila sits down on him. Blade eventually overpowers Leila, forces up a gap enough between himself and the mat to roll under Leila. He pulls his arm between her legs, tripping her down to the mat. Blade is over her and locks on a headlock. After a moment, he forces Leila to her feet, then lays in some hard clubbing blows to her back which sends Leila to all fours. Blade rolls Leila into a cradle pin: 1 … 2 .. kick out.

Blade pulls Leila up and whips her to the ropes. He runs for the adjacent set. Both wrestlers come off and Blade hits Leila with a vicious clothesline, sending her down to the mat. Blade pulls her up straight away and gets her into an abdominal stretch to wear her down early. Again, the crowd is split between the two, strangely enough a section of the crowd is cheering Leila on. She manages to slip out of the hold, gets a blow into Blade's back then follows up with a roundhouse kick as he turns to face her. She comes in with more kicks to the side, getting as high as the ribs. Double handed chops from Leila into the corner. Leila locks on a hard front facelock, steps up to second rope, and comes off with a facebreaker DDT! Leila rolls Blade up for the pin: 1 … 2 . kick out.

Leila is up first and takes place in the centre of the ring. Blade makes his way up. Out of nowhere, Leila goes for a superkick – the Shaam! But she misses as Blade catches her foot, spins her on the spot then gets her up for a German suplex. Quickly Leila hooks her arms, flips out and goes for a roundhouse again! Blade is quick to jump back and, as Leila's feet it the ground to face Blade, he floors her with another clothesline! He pulls her up to her feet. Backbreaker from Blade! Leila gets shoved to the mat: 1 … 2 .. kick out. Blade rolls off, Leila climbs to her feet holding her back. Blade locks her up, goes around the waist. German suplex! Blade pulls Leila up again, lays strikes into Leila until she's back in the corner. Leila gets between the ropes and ref counts for Blade to back off, and he does so clean.

Leila readies herself and steps up to Blade. He goes for a forearm strike again. Leila dodges underneath then from behind gets a sidekick in. She hooks in behind Blade. Inverted bulldog! Leila comes off the ropes. Leg drop across Blade's chest. She follows up with a series of elbow drops. Leila finishes her burst by trying to lock on a triangle armbar, but Blade locks his hands and curls up enough to keep Leila from getting it locked in. Blade gets a foot on the rope, the ref calls for Leila to roll off. Leila is off at the 2 and waits for Blade up on the turnbuckle. Leila comes off with springboard dropkick, connecting with Blade square on the chest, but finds herself winded as she rests on the match alongside Blade. Slowly she makes it to her feet and sits Blade up. She locks on the sitting surfboard, with the ref checking on Blade a number of times before he pulls his arms forward, muscling out of the move. Leila waits as Blade gets up then runs for the turnbuckle …

comes off and connects with a Whisper in the Wind! She rolls Blade up for the pin:1 … 2 .. kick out. Leila rolls into an ankle lock, trying to synch in the leg scissors – Blade keeps his arms between him and Leila's legs, preventing her from reallying getting the hold – Leila tries to get leverage by standing, Blade rolls around, pulls Leila in to a cradle pin: 1 … 2 .. kick out. Leila is quick to roll to the side. Blade is up, goes for a clothesline. Leila ducks, goes to the ropes. Blade follows, comes off with a facebreaker knee smash. Leila bounces high off Blade's knee, falls to the mat. Blade pulls her up, whips her to the ropes again then takes her down with a running knee lift. Leila grabs her face after the second impact it recieves. Blade rolls her up for the pin: 1 … 2 .. kick out. Again, parts of the crowd are getting behind Leila. She pulls herself up with the ropes as Blade waits for her in the center of the ring. She checks her nose and mouth for blood before running in to Blade. Blade gets a knee to her gut, locks her up for a DDT. Leila hooks the leg and quickly kicks it out from under him. Small package: 1 … 2 .. kick out! The crowd were certain that was it. Leila is up. She grabs her back, still aching after Blade's attacks earlier.

Leila in for the Shaam again. Blade runs under the leg, comes up behind and locks her in for an inverted DDT. Leila kips up and over, taking hold of Blade's head and reversing it into a falling inverted DDT of her own! She rolls over, makes her feet, grabbing at her back and herface. The crowd cheer her on, she stands to the side of Blade. He is up, Leila goes for the Shaam. Connects with the superkick! Blade falls into the ropes, bounces off them into the Bedrood! The spinning sidekick sends Blade down to the mat like a sack. Leila rolls him into a Lady of the Lake. The fans behind Blade start yelling for him to get free, Leila's fans in a cheer knowing what's coming. Leila rolls into the Fujiwara armbar, leans as far back as she can with it. Blade fights to get towards the ropes, but the kicks to the head from Leila have all but put him out. He taps, and the ref calls for the bell!

[Paige] Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match: Leila Farrahi!

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Leila celebrates her victory as we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

As Overdrive returns from commercial break Hannah Storm is seen backstage talking to Crazy Joe.

Hannah Storm: Well Crazy Joe, I must admit, you and John's Xtreme Rules match was one of the most hard fought matches I've seen in the APW. You and John Green just wailed away relentlessly on each other. What was going through your mind during that match?

Crazy Joe: Well, I have to tell you, when I first heard that it was going to be an Xtreme Rules match I was really excited. Since I've won the Xtreme Title I've been chomping at the bit for any Xtreme match I could get. When I heard I was going to be facing John though I was a little worried because him and I have become friendly over the past few weeks. But once I got into that ring, I knew that I would have to give it my all to compete.

Hannah Storm: You know, there had been rumors regarding the two of you being friends which is why it surprised me that this was such a brutal match. What was your motivation for such brutality?

Just then John Green walks into view and pats Crazy Joe on the back.

John Green: Hey Champ. I'll take this one. Hannah, I'll tell you why there was so much brutality. We wanted to feel each other out. We needed to know what our limits were. We needed to know exactly how far we were willing to go to win. We sat down before the match together and said, listen, this is our first chance to see what each of us is like in the ring, so let's show everyone just how passionate we really are about this business. Crazy Joe proved something to me with his win. You know, I've been around for awhile and Crazy Joe here is still kind of a new guy, and before any decisions were made, I wanted to make sure this guy could handle it.

Hannah Storm looks at John Green quizzically.

Hannah Storm: If you don't mind me asking, handle what?

John Green and Crazy Joe exchange glances.

John Green: Well Hannah, there were a lot of rumors going around about the possibility of the Tag Titles returning to the APW and as our friendship has grown over the past few weeks, Crazy Joe and I have decided that as a team, we will be able to beat any other team that the APW could possibly have.

Crazy Joe interrupts.

Crazy Joe: Since the tag titles have returned, we want to be a part of it after Shockwave. We believe our team will immediately be THE team to beat.

With this news the crowd watching from the jumbo-tron screams out in elation. There is a lot of buzz around the crowd as the cheers grow louder as Crazy Joe and John Green walk off camera.

Hannah Storm: Well there you have it folks, after a brutal match that left both of them bloodied, Crazy Joe and John Green have decided that they will team up!

We cut to another part of the arena. Shaun Kilgore is smiling from ear to ear as he's walking down the backstage hallway on his way to the Greatness/Red Shield Mafia locker room. He opens the door as the camera shot switches over to the camera inside the locker room. George Dunpork and Craig "Senior" Mueller surprise Shaun by dumping a Gatorade cooler full of Gatorade all over Shaun. Everyone from Gordon Heath to Damien Walker to the Red Shield Mafia are hooping and hollering. Shaun can't be happier after the impromptu Gatorade shower from the Sports Nutz.

Gordon Heath: Shaun, I've gotta ask you. What are you going to do now that you've won the APW Overdrive Championship?!

Shaun Kilgore: I'M GOING TO SIX FLAGS!

Everything seems to stop down as everyone looks dumbfounded.

Shaun Kilgore: What? EVERYBODY says Disneyland, so I thought I'd be different. Besides, Disneyland doesn't have Batman or the Texas Giant! Hell, I don't think they even have those kick ass churros!

George Dunpork: Mmmmm, churros. I think I'll add that to the menu at Dunpork's House of Bacon.

Dunpork looks over to the camera and gives a wink for his blatant shilling.

Gordie: First we got the Overdrive Title. Now either you, George and Craig, or you, JR, Diamante, and Mannie, will bring home the Tag Team Titles.

Everyone shouts "OH HAPPY DAY!" as we switch to Ringside


Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall

“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: Introducing first, 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.

“Shooting Star” by Black Stone Cherry begins to play as C.J. Gates quickly makes his way out of the back wearing his trademark cowboy hat and “Go Big or Go Home” T-shirt. He bounces around at the entrance a bit before moving towards the ring, bouncing to the beat.

Paige: And his opponent, from Fargo North Dakota, C.J Gates!

Gates reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope before springing to his feet, climbing the nearest turnbuckle and raising his arms in the air. He climbs back down and removes his cowboy hat and carefully hands it off, before removing his t-shirt.

C.J Gates Vs Cooper Conrad


The match starts with both guys about to lock up, but Cooper gets behind CJ in a waist lock and takes him down. Copper does a bit of mat wrestling before getting CJ in a front face lock. CJ manages to battle up to his feet and Cooper is quick to take CJ over with an arm drag. CJ is back up and runs at Cooper who sides steps and CJ hit’s the ropes, coming back with a baseball slide through Coopers legs. Cooper turns and CJ jumps, delivering a Hurricanrana. Cooper gets up and gets hit with a dropsault. CJ is quick to lift Cooper up and throws him into the ropes and gives him a hip toss. Copper sits up and CJ runs off the ropes and hits Cooper in the face with a drop kick. CJ covers
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Harvey: C.J Gates is using his speed early on here to his advantage.

Chase: Just wait till Copper locks in a submission move on those fast legs of Gates.

Cooper is up and stumbles back to the corner and CJ jumps up and starts punching him with the fans counting along. 1...2..3...4..5.…Cooper grabs CJ, walks out of the corner and falls down, causing CJ’s face to come down on the top turn buckle. Cooper grabs CJ from behind and gives him a half nelson Suplex. Cooper goes over and covers CJ, hooking the leg
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Chase: See right there Darren, Cooper is going to break CJ’s ankle.

Harvey: CJ does look to be in trouble right now.

Cooper twists the ankle of CJ and CJ is crawling to the ropes. CJ is almost there and Cooper pulls him to the middle of the ring and falls to the mat, wrapping his legs around CJ’s. CJ screams in pain and slowly pulls himself closer to the ropes and finally does, grabbing the bottom rope, forcing Cooper to release the hold. Cooper grabs CJ and snap suplexes him in the middle of the ring and Cooper begins climbing to the top rope. Cooper waste too much time as he taunted the crowd a bit and CJ is up and punches Cooper in the gut and climbs the ropes. Cooper and CJ exchange blows on the top rope and CJ is able to backdrop Cooper off the top rope. Cooper is in perfect position for CJ to come off the top rope with a moonsault leg drop!

Harvey: He calls that the Dropping DOW

Chase: Impressive!

CJ covers
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Cooper gets up and CJ goes for a shining wizzard, but Cooper ducks it and nails CJ with a spinning heel kick. Cooper then sets CJ up for the Absolute Power (Canadian Destroyer) but CJ back drops Cooper. CJ goes to throw Cooper to the corner, but Cooper reverses it but CJ runs up the turn buckle and nails the whisper in the wind. Cooper is down and CJ makes his way to the top rope. CJ then comes off the top, nailing the Sophisticated Splash (450 splash) CJ covers
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Winner: C.J Gates

CJ celebrates his victory as the ref raises his hand in victory.

Harvey: Another impressive win here by C.J Gates

Chase: Gates for the best of Cooper this week.

CJ continues to celebrate as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

A thin layer of smoke fills the back lot of the building, and scent of something sweet could be smelt yards away. The sounds of rowdy laughter and the occasional F bomb; tells us, certain individuals are not on their best behaviour.

Young Mannie: Yo, pass that shit. I need a good buzz tonight, man. We gotta' ride high tonight. You guys know what's up.

Nero passes off a blunt to Young Mannie, as he immediately takes a puff of the illegal substance, blowing it into the air without a care in the world. Young Mannie watches as the RSM roll dice, with a stack of hundred dollar bills laying on the concrete up for grabs, between the group. With a blunt in his mouth, Young Mannie lifts his head, spotting someone coming towards him.

Young Mannie: Guards up, boys. We may have a scrap on our hands.

The laughter, conversation and overall good time, within the group immediately ceases to exist, as the lot simmers down into, uncomfortable silence. Kingston and Damien Walker quickly spring up to their feet, abandoning their dice game. Young Mannie takes a step forward, showing his leadership amongst the group, facing the man standing before them.

Young Mannie: What the hell do you want, Champ?

Young Mannie blows the smoke from his blunt into the face of the APW world champion, Level-One; almost trying to start a fight, knowing full well they had the numbers on hand to dish a beating, nobody would forget.

Level-One: I'm here to offer you guys a truce. A peace treaty of sorts. Mannie, I'm no idiot. I know full well about what you and your little clique are about. I've been in your shoes before, only, I didn't stand in affront a backdrop, of high school drop outs and wannabe thugs. Regardless, I know you are looking to put your names on the map, and taking me down—will do exactly that, the quickest way possible.

Young Mannie tosses his blunt to the ground, stomping on it to quench the flame on the other end.

Young Mannie: Well, if we weren't planning it, you sure as hell gave us all one hell of a bright idea...

The rest of the RSM laugh at the revelation as Young Mannie grins, looking behind him to acknowledge the support he's getting from his friends.

Level-One: You can crack all the jokes you want, Mannie. At the end of the day, you have three choices and you are going to pick whether or not, you want to be on the right side of history. You first choice, is a real simple one. Stay out of my way. Stay out of Sallys way. And go, about your business... whatever, that maybe. Your second option, is a little more realistic. I take, 1% of my pay, hand it over to you schmucks and you carry out whatever odd job, I need you to carry out. Considering, I make more money then you all combined; 1% of my yearly salary, can buy you a years supply of weed and any street hooker, you desire worthy of your self confidence...

Young Mannie: Fuck you, man.

Level-One: Then perhaps, the third option is right up your alley. You interfere with my match in any way that hinders my chances of walking out with the APW world championship around my waist, thus putting each one of your names on my hit list.

Level-One holds up his fingers, creating a hand gun with his own fingers, mockingly pulling the trigger. Young Mannie grits his teeth, as Nero of the RSM begins to reach for a shank in his back pocket, nerved by where the conversation is going.

Level-One: You can get the fame you so very much seek but is it really worth the price of your long term careers? I say, you take the deal while theirs still a table with legs to hold it up, boys. The ball is in your court, try not to fuck it up for you and your friends...

Level-One takes two steps back; but bumps into the chest of Shaun Kilgore, accompanied by Craig Muller and George Dunpork, who is still jogging up to the scene, gasping for air once they finally get there.

Muller: That really took everything out of me.

Dunpork: I think I'm going to have a heart attack.

Shaun Kilgore grills Level-One before looking past him, at the Red Sheild Mafia.

Shaun Kilgore: Do we have any problems here, Mannie?

Young Mannie looks to the other members of the Red Sheild Mafia, who don't offer up much. Young Mannie looks back to Shaun Kilgore and nods his head side to side. The cold blooded Canadian shoves his way past Shaun Kilgore and by the Sports Nutz. Level-One watches the super faction through the corner of his eye; at any time, did he believe they'd strike.

If not now, later.

We go back to ringside

Harvey: Welcome back everyone. We got Damon Synn in the ring right now and he has a huge opportunity tonight as he’s taking on a former APW Heavywegith Champion, John Green

Chase: John has been in a slump in recent weeks. But lets see if things will change here tonight.

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

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, Introducing first, From Atlanta Georgia, Weighing in at 265 pounds…JOHN GREEN………And his opponent, from El Paso Texas, DAMON SYNN.

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

John Green Vs Damon Synn


The match starts off with John and Damon locking up and John bringing Damon to the corner. The ref breaks the lock up, but John begins kicking Damon in the gut before throwing him into the opposite corner. Damon hit’s the corner and walks out of it, right into a running clothesline from John. Damon bounces back to this feet and John throws him off into the ropes and gives him a back body drop. Damon holds his back as John covers him
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John picks Damon up and Damon gives him the old thumb to the eye and then brings John to the corner and chops him. Damon pulls John out of the corner and grabs him in a front face lock, giving him a few knee’s to the face before planting John with a DDT. Damon makes a cover
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Damon pulls John up and throws him into the ropes and puts his head down, but John comes back grabing Damon and drives Damon’s face into John’s knee. Damon stands straight holding his face and John runs off the ropes and ducks a clothesline from Damon and then comes back, nailing Damon with a running high knee to the face. Damon gets up and stumbles to the corner. John throws Damon to the opposite corner, but Damon reverses it. John hit’s the corner and Damon runs at him for a spear, but John moves out of the way and Damon goes through, hitting his shoulder on the ring post. John pulls Damon out of the corner, sets him up and plans him with the Head Splitter. John Covers
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Winner: John Green

Harvey: John Green waste no time against this guy here tonight.

Chase: This could be the win John needs to get his career back on track.

John celebrates his victory in the ring as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Sally is wandering around backstage now, dressed for her match. She bumps into Shane, who is wandering around also. So this is what they are up to when they're not recording TV: Nothing at all. Sally starts to go through her stretches, showing off for all her adoring fans that are no doubt glued to the screen at the moment. Something catches her eye that stops her mid stretch. She stands up and looks over Shane and his camera. Shane turns to find out what she's staring at, doe-eyed and all. Of course, it's Biggs. Looking a little worse for wear, but still carrying his head high as he watches his show unfold. Sally, still off-shot, starts to talk as if Biggs was A: close enough to hear and, B: wanted to hear what she had to say.

[Sally] Biggs, I am distraught. Distraught that you have been backed into a corner and forced into this marriage. I saw that it was Ellie who demanded that you get married on TV. That's not what love looks like, Biggs. It's not forced on you. It just comes naturally. It's just something you feel. It's not some crazy forced marriage in front of millions of people. That's just not what someone like you should be going through, Biggs. You deserve so much more. I just wish there was someone that could give it to you ...

And not only that! You got beat up while your wife-to-be did nothing at all! She just watched you get taken out by those ruffians who took it to me and Leila a few weeks ago. It's disgraceful, Biggs, that your fiance just let that happen.

I don't know if I can sit back and watch as Ellie does this to you, Biggs. She's doing this so that I stop ... what was it she said? Interfering? I just don't know if I can stop, when she's doing this to you Biggs. I jsut don't think I can. It wouldn't be fair for you. I know that's what you want. I saw you hesitate when Ellie told you her idea. I saw you try and convince her that it wasn't what she wanted just so that you didn't have to break her heart and say no. It's obvious that you don't want to marry her, but you're too nice to say no. There's people around you that could do it for you ...

Shane turns catch Sally, who stares after Biggs. He must have, like, gone or something because she turns her attention back to the camera.

[Sally] I mentioned that gosh-darn tag team that's come out of the woodworks over the past few weeks. You know that guys I'm talking about: Those arrogant SOBs who think they are going to be the first tag team champions of the returning tag team titles. The tag team titles are making a comeback, not that I really ever saw them before they were retired. But there's going to be some tag team champions walking around APW in the not too distant future. Well, at the end of Shockwave to be precise. Another prestigious and recognised set of titles for the very best of wrestling teams to win. At Shockwave we'll get to see who is the best of the best teams in this company. Well, hold on ... *Sally stops, pretends to think; taps her chin in deep, deep thought* ... there's actually something wrong with that picture. There are some good teams in that match that has been advertised for Shockwave, but there's not one great team. I mean, there's just one team missing.

No point beating around the bushes I guess. I said that I was going to bide my time and actually put my mind to figuring out how I would get back at those wonderful people who attacked me a couple of weeks ago. I said I'd think long and hard about what I needed to do to get back at the Red Shield Mafia and the Sports Nutz for the match they cost me and for the damage they did to this oh-so fine body. And I did think about it. And I came to my decision. I need to do the same to you guys, but on a larger scale. I need to make sure that I either take something important from you, or at the very least keep you from getting your hands on something that you want. *Sally stands up, begins to pace the room. every now and then she casts a glance at the camera* You see, for me, my career isn't measured by titles. It's not summarised by awards. For me, my career is summed up every night with a single match. Each and every match is as important as the last. Every single match - no matter what the stipulation is, no matter what the match is for, not matter where or when it is - is so important to me. So when you stopped Leila and I from at least wrestling to a result two weeks ago, you took something valuable to me. I somehow doubt that you share my view. You guys have shown that all you care about is getting the most recognition you can get. And everyone around you knows that you have only been showing off so that you get top billing for the return of tag team belts. I really hope that you get those belts now, because I'm going to make sure that you lose them. *Sally stops with the pacing, stops and fronts the camera, all serious like and stern-faced*. And I'm going to make sure you lose them to me. I'm going to make sure that I do it fair, I do it in the ring, and I do it clean. But you will lose them, that's my promise to you. It might not be as soon as some might like, but it will happen. That's my revenge.

But not before I finish with Level-One. I've had to jump through hoop after hoop after hoop just to get to you. Bryan Payne, Michael Lively, and tonight I have to face down with that lunatic Victor Hades and Criss Cassidy? Shockwave is going to be all the more sweeter when I get to finally get my hands on you. You rightly pointed out that I earned my shot a few weeks ago. And, at the time when your ego reigned supreme you were more than happy to field my match. But it seems that the past few weeks you were conspiciously absent. I was forced to wonder if you were running scared from little young me. Before you all ask me the question, I will answer it: No, I don't think you're is scared of me. But I do think you're scared of losing your title to me. To have a mere woman take his beloved title. A woman who stands for everything you are not beat you? You're afraid of that happening. I've got your number, Lester. You're quickly becoming my number one obsession, you and that belt. You better watch out, come Shockwave.

Sally gives a wink to the camera, then a slight wave as her minder comes to get her for the match and we go back to ringside

Nicky Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall. On there way to the ring the Red Shield Mafia!!!

“Forever by Drake plays as Young Mannie is the first out to the ramp as the crowd boos him he holds his hands out taunting the crowd as we see JR Kingston walk out next getting booed just like Mannie and finally Diamante Valentine walks out to the ramp joining the other two men as the boos continue to echo through the building. All three men walk down the ramp as there manager Damien Walker walks out to the ramp following all there men as he blows his trademark whistle as all three men climb into the ring posing in the middle of the ring as there music cuts off

Nicky Paige: And now introducing there opponents the team of Slade Craven & Assassin. The AKA!!!

The arena lights dim as we see green and blue strobe lights flashing around the arena while "Dragula" plays as the titan tron lights up showing the AKA logo as we see Slade Craven & Assassin make there way through the curtain. Both men slowly stroll through the curtain with Slade leading the way as he's wearing his black jacket and sunglasses while Assassin has on an AKA t-shirt.

both men stand at the top of the ramp and look at each other before walking down the ramp as "Dragula" continues. Slade walks down the ramp shaking hands with several of the fans while Assassin does the same. Both men reach the bottom of the ramp as Slade walks around one side of the ring and Assassin walks around the other. Both men walk halfway around the ring and climb onto the apron as they step through the ropes into the ring as Slade runs and climbs on the near by turnbuckle posing as he removes his sunglasses while Assassin removes his t-shirt tossing it out into the crowd.

The Red Shield Mafia Vs The AKA


The bell sounds to start off the match as all three men look at one another and start to break out in a game of rock paper scissors. Mannie & Damien end up winning leaving Kingston to stand outside as both Slade & Assassin looks at one another and start there own game of rock paper scissors before stopping as they both attack Mannie & Damien beating them down in the ring as the referee tries to gain control

Harvey: Slade & Assassin look to be a little upset. And there taking it out on Mannie & Damien.

Chase: Well considering both men lost to Greatness last week they have a right to be upset.

Finally the referee regains control of the match as Assassin & Damien are left in the ring Assassin has Damien in a corner as he connects with several chops to the chest of Damien as the crowd gets behind Assassin. But that’s short lived as Damien gets an eye poke on Assassin and reverses places as Damien connects with several chops to Assassin before tagging in Mannie. Mannie enters the ring grabs Assassin as he monkey flips Assassin out of the corner and he lands hard on the mat. Mannie gets on top of Assassin raining down fist as he taunts Slade causing Slade to come into the ring as the referee cuts him off

Harvey: Looks like Mannie has gotten under the skin of Craven.

Chase: He’s going to have to keep a cool head otherwise there screwed.

Mannie gets off Assassin as the referee gets control of Slade meanwhile Damien jumps off the apron as Kingston takes his spot and tells Mannie to tag him in. Mannie goes over and tag Kingston into the match as he grabs Assassin and hip tosses him across the ring as Assassin lands hard on the mat. Assassin tries to reach out for a tag to Slade but he’s unable to as Kingston knocks Slade off the apron before turning his attention back to Slade

Chase: Kingston with a nice move there cutting Assassin off from his tag.

Kingston picks Assassin up and tries for another hip toss but Assassin counters and connects with a hard clothesline nearly taking Kingston’s head off as both men fall to the mat. Assassin crawls over towards his corner making the tag to Slade as he enters the ring and drops an elbow on Kingston who was trying to tag Mannie. Slade nails Mannie with a forearm shot knocking him off the apron and onto Damien. Slade turns his attention to Kingston whose on his feet as Kingston attempts a clotheslines but Slade ducks and nails Kingston with a Cliq Kick to the jaw knocking Kingston to the mat as the crowd cheers but Slade’s momentum is short lived as Mannie knocks Slade down from behind before climbing onto the apron as he yells for Kingston to tag him. Kingston tags Mannie as Slade is slowly getting up Mannie whips Slade into the corner as he charges Mannie charges into the corner as he connects with a clothesline to Slade Mannie backs up as Slade staggers out Mannie grabs Slade and scoops slams him in front of the corner as he steps over Slade and climbs up to the top rope Mannie stares down at Slade before he executes a turnaround moonsault off the top rope connects perfectly on Slade as the referee makes the count

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Harvey: Mannie is on the hunt and he’s just laying waste to AKA.

Assassin lands outside the ring as Damien walks around the ring picking up Assassin as he drops him throat first onto the barricade. Back in the ring Slade is on his feet as Mannie grabs hold of him and sets Slade up for a cradle DDT but Slade backs Mannie into a corner as he releases his grip on the hold. Slade backs up a few steps and charges at Mannie as he runs forward and snaps off a hurricanranna on Mannie sending him across the ring

Chase: Looks like Slade has got things under control.

Slade gets to his feet and is knocked down by Kingston as Kingston places him on his shoulders as he yells for Mannie to get up

Harvey: Looks like we spoke too soon.

Mannie gets to his feet as he climbs up to the top rope as Kingston holds Slade up on his shoulders turning around as Mannie leaps off the top rope grabbing Slade’s back as he connects with Red Alert on Slade as the crowd boos. Both men land hard ion the mat as Kingston grabs Mannie and draps him over Slade’s body

Chase: Mannie connects with Red Alert and it looks like Slade is laid out.

The referee makes the count as Assassin tries to get in the ring but both Damien & Kingston cut him off

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Nicky Paige: Here are your winners of the match. The Red Shield Mafia!!!

The Red Shield Mafia celebrate their victory as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

The camera opens up to show Shane West standing beside a street clothes dressed Bryan Payne. There’s a certain tired stance to the Revelation who has pushed his shades up onto his forehead as Shane begins to speak.

West: Hello APW fans, I’m here with Bryan Payne fresh off the plane from Siberia where he, and our GM Biggs advanced to the second round of the Experts Extreme Tournament this year!

Bryan waved a hand absently and nodded as Shane continued.

West: So Bryan, welcome back to APW, you look a bit worn out.

Payne: Well Shane, three brutal matches in ten days will do that to someone…even me. Especially when you throw in all that anger management B.S. and flying back and forth from Siberia. It’s been a hell of a couple weeks, I’ll tell you that.


West: So Bryan, the question I’ve been dying to ask you. A month ago you were coming off the first set of back to back losses in your career; and now not only were you one of only two APW Mega Stars to advance in the 2010ET, but you did so with match of the night honors… also receiving such from the DCR Report this week for your match here with Victor Hades. So how does it feel to be back in top form?

Bryan cracked a bit of a smile.

Payne: Was I ever out of it? Guess someone forgot to send me the memo… Look Shane, shit happens, that’s the way it works in this business. My business with Level One wasn’t about the APW Championship, it wasn’t about a belt, it was personal… and I think I made my point in the ring. Time will come when I take back what’s mine and every twinge in his neck and his loss at the ET is a bitter reminder of what going head to head with me will cost him in the long run. Right now though… you’re damn right Shane, I am on cloud nine. Titles and victories are great, but when your peers and the fans recognize your efforts in the ring with things like those two awards… that’s when you know you’re doing your job right.

West: And how do you feel about yourself and Biggs advancing while a host of other APW talent did not… such as the aforementioned Level One, just now back to competing full time in APW after your match with him at Test for the Best… Crazy Joe, Assassin, and Young Mannie?

Payne: Well, whatever my differences with our GM might be, no one has ever denied the guy can throw it down in the ring when push comes to shove. I think a lot of people forget he was a top rate ring competitor for a long time before he took up the reigns here on Overdrive. The guy might be a world class tool, but no one ever said you had to be a good guy to wrestle.

West: Err…

Payne: Yeah, I know, he’s my boss. But so what? Listen if someone is acting the fool I’m going to call them out on it… and he and the rest of APW management knew that when they hired me in the first place. Now if he needs someone to take out the trash, read RSM and Shaun Kill-more-air-time… then I’d be happy to help him out. See the only thing worse than a two timing hypocrite is a group of cowards who are afraid to fight for themselves… but I digress.

Shane looks back and forth between the camera and Bryan for a moment before regaining control of the interview.

West: Yes… well. There’s been an explosion of new talent in APW recently; as someone relatively new to APW yourself, do you have any words of advise for the new roster members?

Payne: Advise? What the hell do I look like Dear Abby? Does this bit start ‘Dear Bryan, I am beside myself. I just discovered that I like women’s underwear’

Bryan snarls a bit and grabs the microphone out of West’s hand.

Payne: Do you wear women’s underwear Shane? Tell the truth… yeah you do don’t you. No, don’t say anything; maintain the shred of manhood that you have left not quite tucked back for another day. Jesus wept, advice? Yeah, alright here’s my advice to the new guys: keep your shit together! Yeah, I’m talking to you. Wherever you wrestled before forget about it, whatever you think you’ve accomplished get over yourself, because as of the moment you step through those doors you are exactly one thing: fresh meat. The vets on this roster are going to grind you up and spit you out if you get cocky, so you damn well better get your heads on straight because if you act the fool long enough you’re going to find yourself in the ring with me and you sure as HELL don’t want that.

Bryan pauses a moment to look back at Shane who has made several half-hearted efforts to reclaim his microphone from The Revelation. Bryan shakes his head a little bit and puts one hand on the center of West’s face pushing him gently but firmly out of the camera shot.

Payne: Thanks to Sharon’s, oh sorry, Shane’s question here. I’m going to be embarking on a new project starting tonight. Now you all are running around spouting off a lot of crap about how awesome you are or were or could be, so… in that spirit, I’m going to be going around and finding out which ones of you are full of complete and total bullshit! And when I call you on it, the first one to cry like a bitch about it is going to get one hell of an ass kicking! Welcome to the land of the survival of the fittest punks. Feel it!

Shane returns into the camera shot and grunts slightly as Bryan shoves the microphone into his chest on his way by leaving West looking back after him and then to the camera with a shrug.

West: Why do I *beeb*ing bother….

Commercial

[President Jeff]

Harvey: And coming up next we have quite a treat. Victor Hades and number one contender Sally Talfourd will be paired up with a couple red hot newcomers to the APW roster in Chris Cassidy and Matt Weatherlight!

Chase: Right. I’m just waiting to see when Matt exposes himself, as a wimp just like his old man!

Harvey: What are you on about? In the first place Pence was a great champion, who like a lot of guys caught a bad break with an injury that ended his career. Now we have a second generation star in Matt, who has looked very very impressive in his first couple matches here on Overdrive.

Chase: Right, sure. But now he’s got to go toe to toe against Hades stinging after a loss last week? Boy oh boy… this should be good.

Harvey: Indeed, and the number one contender should be concerned too. With Shockwave and her title shot less than a month away, how will she deal with the monster and the very real possibility of injury. Let’s go down to ringside where Paige is about to bring out the talent!

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall. Introducing first from Brooklyn New York, standing at 6’2” and 205lbs; he is the “Second Coming” Chris CASSIDDY!

The lights in the arena go off as red lights flash in a form of a cross infront of the entrance. "Second Coming" by Juelz Santana suddenly blasts through the speakers as smoke fills the ramp and Criss Cassidy slides through the curtains and onto the main stage. The lights come back on as Cassidy makes his way to the ring dressed in a dark red trench coat with the hood over his head. A large diamond chain with a holy cross pendant hangs from his neck as Cassidy walks up the steps and slides into the ring.

Chase: I gotta tell ya, I really like this guy. I mean he’s got all the tools you need to succeed here in APW.

Harvey: He’s a pompous jerk! I tell ya, until a couple weeks ago I’d have thought he and Leila would have fit right in together trying to ram their beliefs down everyone’s throat.

Chase: Hey, he’s just spreading the good word man!

Paige: And his partner standing at 6’3” and tipping the scales at 260lbs… from Las Angeles California; he is… VICTOR HADES!

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. 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 opponent...

Chase: Gahh…

Harvey: You said it partner. There goes one bad bad man.

Paige: And their opponents. Introducing first from Nashville Tennessee, standing at 6’2” and 200lbs; he is ‘The REAPER,” 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.

Chase: Oh no, don’t hurt yourself getting into the ring Matt!

Harvey: Will you cut that out!?

Chase: What? He’s like a baseball player… oops I dislocated my jaw chewing bubble gum!

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 this evening, weighing in at a sublime one-hundred and forty pounds, standing in at five feet and ten inches of perfection, this is Sally Talfourd!

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: Well this match looks about ready to get under way, but I can’t help but wonder how these two teams are going to gel? You’ve got a Jesus freak teamed up with a beast from hell…and the number one contender teaming up with a red hot rookie who is hungry for a title shot of his own!

Chase: I see what you mean there. But something tells me that Hades and Cassidy are both going to recognize what it’ll mean for them to hand Sally a loss this week for them personally. Whatever differences they might have away from the ring… getting the W means big things for them both. Matt however, is a young kid, and let’s be honest, who knows how he’s going to react to being in what will be arguably his biggest match to date.

*DING DING*

Harvey: And we’re off. It looks like Matt and Cassidy will start us off here tonight.

Sally Talfourd & Matt Weatherlight Vs Victor Hades and Criss Cassidy

Sally and Matt shake hands on the ring apron before he re-enters the ring. As soon as he does so he’s taken by surprise as Cassidy charges up to him and fires a boot right into the side of his head. Matt sways a bit both his hands coming up to cover himself as Cassidy then grabs him around the neck and takes a run up two turnbuckles as he flips it over into a DDT ramming Weatherlight’s head hard into the mat and quickly goes for a cover.

One….

Kickout!

Chase: Holy crap! Cassidy tried to end this thing really early.

Harvey: And he almost did it too!

Matt blinks on the canvas holding one hand to his forehead as Cassidy stalks him, grabbing a hold of one arm and dragging him away from his corner and towards where Victor is waiting in theirs. He twists the arm binding it at the shoulder forcing Matt up to his knees as he tries to relieve some of the pressure and then is driven back down as he tries to stand by a vicious elbow into the limb. He gasps and clutches his arm to his chest as he hits the canvas clutching his arm.

Harvey: And the tag is made. Hades is now in the match.

Hades enters the ring and right away stomps at the injured arm of Matt drawing a gasp of pain from the young man, and then goes to one knee pulling the arm straight again and then jumps extending a leg over the top of it as he crashes down to the canvas his whole weight coming down on the injured limb.

Chase: I see what they’re doing here! They’re targeting the same limb that forced Pence to retire.

Harvey: That’s just sick!

As if Victor heard the comment from Harvey he looks up towards the camera with a smile as he stands back up, one foot stepping on Matt’s wrist pinning the arm to the canvas as Chris climbs up the outside of the turnbuckle. The ref begins yelling at him trying to wave him off but before anything can really be done he leaps landing knee first on the outstretched arm of Matt. He screams as the impact releases him and he rolls on the mat in agony as he clutches his arm, trying to crawl towards Sally who is desperately trying to get the tag.

Harvey: Weatherlight desperately needs to make a tag at this point…

Chris slips out underneath the bottom rope back to the outside the ref yelling at him a few times before shifting his focus back to Matt who is reaching for Sally a few feet away with Victor right on his heels. He reaches out again, but with contempt Victor reaches down grabbing a hold of one of Matt’s feet and drags him back into the center of the ring firing a boot into the center of his chest. He leans down then, picking up the young man over his shoulder and then takes a running start jack knifing him over into a power slam and then hooks his leg again.

One….

Two………..

Thr- Kickout!

The crowd cheers appreciating the effort of Matt to kick out of that move, and then turns into a thunderous boo as Victor grabs Matt by the injured arm and twist it around in a wringer before approaching his corner again, the tag made returning Cassidy as the legal man. He climbs the turnbuckle again and jumps down landing an ax handle right into the center of Matt’s arm sending the young man to his knees again with another gasp of pain.

Harvey: Wow, pure guts from Weatherlight, but Hades and Cassidy have him isolated and are trading off taking him apart with impunity. This does not look good, and Sally may well end up having to watch this entire match from her corner.

Cassidy picks Matt up and irish whips him into the far ropes, on his way back he leaps up connecting with a powerful drop kick that hits Weatherlight right in the jaw and chest flattening him back onto the canvas. He pops up then and graps for his legs, trying to set up a sharpshooter, when suddenly Weatherlight seems to come alive, wrapping his arm around the back of Cassidy’s head and rolling him over into a pin before he can get the maneuver set up.

One…

Two….

Kickout.

Chase: And signs of life from Matt Weatherlight!

The crowd explodes in cheers as Matt gets back to his feet in the same instant that Cassidy does and leaps into the air connecting into the side of Chris’ head with an Enziguri that knocks the other man completely off his feet. Matt grasps his arm in pain as he hits the canvas but lurches onto his knees and crawls before diving the last few inches so that his fingers brush against Sally’s a bare instant before Cassidy is able to grab a hold of Matt’s leg.

Sally flips over the top turnbuckle, holding on to the ropes as he feet lock around the sides of Cassidy’s head and then pushes off sending him flipping around and over in a hurricanrana that leaves him fumbling around for his corner looking to make a tag himself.

Harvey: And Matt gets the tag and look out here comes Sally! She’s been sitting out most of this match and now she looks ready to go.

Sally runs past the fumbling Cassidy and leaps onto the second rope springing off to deliver a spin kick into the face of Hades who is still on the ring apron sending him sprawling off into the outside of the ring, and she is somehow able to catch herself on the turnbuckle after connecting with the kick and flips over into a moonsault that catches Cassidy as he’s finally able to get back to his feet sending them both back to the canvas and hooks a leg.

One…

Two…

A massive hand emerges from over the ring apron as Sally looks up, positive she has the win. The crowd explodes in cheers leaping to its feet as the ref’s hand begins to descend. But the hand reaches into the ring grabbing a hold of Sally’s foot and yanks her off of Cassidy and pulls her to the outside of the ring where Victor falls on top of her with a shower of vicious blows that draws shouts from the ref. Caught off guard Sally doesn’t seem able to get free of the big man and is taking a terrific beating, sings of a cut over her eye burst forth sending a shower of blood into the air that horrifies the crowd.

Seeing his partner in trouble, Matt ducks under the rope in the far corner past a Cassidy who is still down in the middle of the ring and falls into a baseball slide that connects his feet with the side and top of Victor’s head just outside the ring and causes him to fall off of the down number one contender and then bends down helping Sally to her feet and rolls her into the ring.

Harvey: Woah! What a save by Matt Weatherlight seeing his partner was in trouble and coming to the rescue. But remember, Sally and Cassidy are still the legal competitors in this match up!

On the outside of the ring Hades as recovered and charges landing a heavy forearm across Matt’s back sending him sprawling against the ring apron and then grabs his arm Irish whipping him back arm first into the steel steps with authority before he rolls into the ring himself.

Sally meanwhile has re-estabished her pin on Chris Cassidy.

1…

2…..

The count is interrupted by Victor’s entering the ring, the official shouting trying to wave him off to no avail as Hades grabs Sally by the hair picking her up off Cassidy. She struggles a screaming coming out of her mouth as the massive man holds her seemingly effortlessly with one arm. Desperate Sally lashes out with her legs catching Victor in the ribs, shoulder, and stomach, but it still isn’t enough to break his hold as he wraps his other arm around her pulling her into a bear hug with his arms locked around Sally’s lower back and his arms bulge out noticeably as he appears to be squeezing the life out of her. She lets out a scream clawing at Victor’s face and head, but he ducks it cleverly against her shoulder so that she can’t get a good handhold to force him to break and soon has to give up the attempt her hands trying to lessen the pressure being put on her mid-section.

The ref grabs a hold of one of Victor’s arms screaming at him and finally seems to get through as Hades throws Sally to the ground and leaves the ring.

Chase: I think the ref has lost any semblance of control he had over this match!

Harvey: I have to agree with you partner.

Cassidy meanwhile has finally recovered somewhat, and runs several steps to the ropes and jumps onto them into a lionsault that connects with Sally’s already damaged mid-section drawing another scream from her as she doubles up. Chris quickly moves for a cover.

One…

Two……

Kickout!

The crowd explodes into cheers as Sally’s shoulder forces its way up off the mat, and Cassidy crawls over and tags Hades back in.

Victor pauses for a moment as he looks down at Sally putting his foot into the center of her stomach and stepping over her, his weight pressing down on her stomach driving the air from her lungs and then he bends down gathering her back up in the punishing bear hug he had on her earlier, his hands locked together tightly.

Sally lets out a scream as her ribs cry out in protest as the pain shoots through her body.

Harvey: Sally is in a really bad way here. Hades has got that bear hug locked back in and if she doesn’t figure out a way to get out of it she’s in real, real trouble out there.

The ref checks on Sally who shakes her head no when the ref asks if she quits, resulting in Victor shaking her back and forth like a rag doll further increasing the pressure on her middle. She screams again trying to fire a few elbows into Hades’ head to break the hold but Victor holds stubbornly on.

Matt, back up in his corner, leans out over the rope shouting something in Hades’ direction who looks over sharply into the corner. Matt nods, shouting again, and motions for Victor as if he wants to get into the fight himself.

Harvey: What does Matt think he’s doing?!

The distraction buys Sally just enough time to land a savage elbow into the side of Hades’ head staggering him just enough for her to wiggle free. She gasps and struggles stumbling towards her corner and connects with Matt who is reaching out to her. Tagged in, he quickly scrambles up the outside of the turnbuckle and leaps off. His legs spread out as he hits Hades around the shoulders, his arms clutching Vic’s head as he rides him down onto the mat hard. The impact knocks the breath out of both men, but its Matt who is somehow able to get a pin attempt out of it.

One…

Chase: Wow… Double wow! Matt Weatherlight going all out saving his tag partner and laying the big man right out!

Two….

Vic powers out of the pin, his hands shoving up so hard against Mat’s hips that it causes the young man to stumble forward towards the ring ropes where Cassidy is waiting with a roundhouse kick right into the front of his face. Matt, stumbles backwards again, wavering from side to side right into Victor’s waiting arms as he rolls him over into a spinning cradle piledriver that leaves the young man completely sprawled out in the center of the ring. Hades leans over them planting both his hands into the center of Matt’s chest to hold him down.

One….

Two…….

Three!!

*Ding Ding*

Paige: Here are your winners… Victor Hades and Chris Cassidy!

Harvey: What team work on display here tonight. Two seemingly opposites in so many ways Hades and Cassidy worked together perfectly tonight.

Chase: The sure did. And if they could find a way to coexist, I don’t know if anyone could take the tag titles away from them if they entered the mix.

[President Jeff]

Sally Talfourd stumbles down the hallway, after coming off a tough match against Victor Hades and Criss Cassidy. Sally Talfourd deals with her pain the best way, she could think of. She makes a detour down the hallway along the way, grasping a door handle. She looks up at the name tag on the door, reading Biggs and smiles, lovingly. On the other end, Biggs is looking make his way out of the office and as he opens his door, he's greeted by Sally Talfourd who gives him a hug. Biggs eyes expand a mile wide, as he's quick to push Sally Talfourd away from him and almost directly out of the office and back into the hall way.

Sally Talfourd: I heard a little rumour that you of all people wanted to see, me!

Biggs awkwardly backs away from the door and turns his needed attention to Ellie, who is clearly unimpressed as she tilts her head to the side, straightens up her posture and rolls her eyes.

Biggs: Well, I don't know who is spreading rumours...

Biggs says as loud as he can, trying to grab the attention of Ellie in attempt to let her know, the entire thing was untrue. Sally Talfourd shoves her way into Biggs office and spots Ellie, sulking in the corner. The general manager wise to explosive and toxic feuds having made millions off of them over the past few months, makes it a priority to get between the two women and remain in control of the situation. Ellie and Sally Talfourd both just stare at each-other, leaving Biggs to cut the tension with his bare hands.

Biggs: Ellie, this is Sally and Sally this is Ellie.

Ellie gives Biggs an awkward look.

Ellie: I already know that, Biggs.

Sally Talfourd is quick to interrupt.

Sally Talfourd: Yeah, that's right. He even talks about you...sometimes.

Ellie shoots a dirty look to Sally Talfourd, trying to commit first degree murder. Biggs lowers his head, shaking it back and forth, wishing he could escape this situation at hand with the snap of a thumb.

Biggs: Look Sally, while you are here; I want you take Level-One's offer, seriously. In fact, I'd even encourage you to go through with it.

Sally Talfourd: You really think I should!? I'd be more then glad to, that is if you insist on it. I know you of all people wouldn't lead me in the wrong direction.

Ellie: Like, off a cliff?

Biggs turns to Ellie, shooting her a serious look; as if to say; ''I'm awesome hunny, I got this'', before turning his attention back to Sally.

Biggs: Yes, you and Level-One coming together to combat the RSM and The Greatness can do great wonders for me, I mean... you. You've seen what they have done to me, last week. I could have been severely injured! I can't have those thugs running around like animals causing chaos, on my orderly program. I want you to meet Level-One in the ring tonight and give him the answer he and the entire world have been waiting for, Sally.

Sally Talfourd smiles, going in for yet another hug, but Biggs already has his hands up. Sally Talfourd winks.

Sally Talfourd: I understand, Biggs. After all, there is only one women in this building who can count on at the end of the day.

Sally Talfourd takes a few steps back, eyeing Ellie, who is clearly in a state of severe discomfort.

Sally Talfourd: Bye, Ellie...

Sally Talfourd waves good bye, before tauntingly hopping out Biggs office. Ellie immediately unfolds her arms from her chest and moves onto the offensive.

Ellie: I can't believe you, Biggs! You really think, Sally Talfourd of all people is the one you can count on to protect you from the RSM and The Greatness?

Biggs puts an arm around Ellie, consoling her as a result of the situation.

Biggs: No, of course not. Think of the positives in this. If Level-One and Sally Talfourd are as half as sucessful as they are on their own, then the damage they do to the RSM and The Greatness in the meantime, brings me one step closer to holding tag team championship, gold! Plus Sally Talfourd might even get to know Level-One, ending up falling in love with what I know as a great guy. They may just ride off in the sunset together, leaving us two in delightful bliss.

Ellie looks up at Biggs, dumbfounded.

Ellie: You can't honestly believe that? Level-One would kill his own mother to hold onto that championship of his; those two don't stand a chance. Your plans from now on, better consist around the confines of hiring a wedding planner that can help us plan the best wedding, ever!

Biggs: Will do, babe. Have I ever let you down?

Ellie smiles shyly.

Ellie: No.

The two embrace in a hug, as we head to a commercial break.

[President Jeff]

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your APW Overdrive Main Event! It is the Xtreme Title vs. Career Match, and is scheduled for one fall. It will be contested under Xtreme Rules. If Michael Lively loses, he will be forced to retire!

The fans cheer loudly at the prospect of Michael Lively possibly being forced to retire.

As The Seed by The Roots plays, Crazy Joe pops out from behind the curtain. He looks around, takes a deep breath and raises his arm, with the Xtreme Title in hand.

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 250 pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts, he is the APW Xtreme Champion, Crazy Joe!

Harvey: Crazy Joe has a huge opportunity here to rid himself of one of the biggest threats to his title if he's able to retire Michael Lively tonight!

Chase: Believe me, Joe would be doing us all a huge service by ridding us of that nuisance once and for all!

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. He raises the belt high before handing it to the ref.



The cheers turn to boos as 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.

Paige: And his opponent, the challenger, weighing in at 225 pounds, from Fort Lauderdale, Florida, Michael “F'N” Lively!

The fans boo loudly as they await the entrance of one of the most hated men in APW. A few moments later, the music stops.

Chase: Where's Lively?

Harvey: Well, it was posted on APW.com that he suffered a motorcycle accident shortly after last week's Overdrive. We were under the impression that he was going to fight through the injury tonight...

The fans get a “Where's the wussy!?” >clap clap clapclapclap< chant going, while Crazy Joe waits impatiently in the ring. Again, “Misseria Cantare” plays over the speakers.



Again the music plays for a bit, and again Lively doesn't come out. The fans are getting really restless, chanting “Chicken S***! Chicken S***!”

Chase: Now I hate Michael Lively just as much as the next guy, but these fans are showing him a ton of disrespect! The man was in a motorcycle accident! It's understandable that he'd be hesitant to participate in an Xtreme Rules Match!

The music stops again, and after a few moments, the arena lights darken and footage from the back appears on screen. Victor Hades is shown in a locker room, standing over a beaten and bloody Michael Lively! Hades has a sick grin on his face as he stands over Lively. Hades doesn't say a word, but instead, points seemingly at Crazy Joe from the screen, and then pulls his thumb across his throat, signifying that he wants a shot at the Xtreme Championship. The crowd gets a “Hades sucks! Hades sucks!” chant going as the Devil's Comrade begins to laugh maniacally and the screen turns to the static!

Harvey: Hades took out Michael Lively, and has just told Crazy Joe that he's next!

As the lights come back on, Crazy Joe stands in the ring, looking more so upset at the fact that he probably doesn't have a match tonight than the fact that he's Hades' target. Crazy Joe is still looking towards the screen as Cooper Conrad jumps the railing from out of the crowd, slides into the ring behind him, and grabs a hold of Crazy Joe turning him around! He gives the champ a quick kick to the gut to hunch him over, and follows up with the Absolute Power! (Canadian Destroyer) As Joe is laid out, Cooper reaches down and grabs the Xtreme Title belt, raising it high in the air while pointing at himself with his other hand.

Harvey: Cooper Conrad believes that since he was the last interim champion before Joe won the belt in the Xtreme Scramble that he should be the number one contender for the belt! After what he's just done to Crazy Joe here, I think he's made a strong case for himself!

Chase: Well so has Victor Hades! Who's going to be named the number one contender?

APW Overdrive goes to commercial break as “Absolute Power” by Tech N9ne hits the speakers, with Conrad still standing triumphant in the ring.

Overdrive goes to its final commercial break

[President Jeff]

Level-One paces back and forth in the middle of the ring, with a microphone in hand. He doesn't say a word, feeling everything he had needed to say had already been said throughout the night. Rather, he appears to be waiting for someone; but when it appears as if he's receiving nothing more then a no-show, he takes to the microphone clearly slighted.

Level-One: So, you aren't going to come out here and do the right thing? You know Sally, I was just starting to mount a little respect for you. And considering the lack of clothing you chose to wear, that meant a whole lot. You however? You obviously don't respect me. You obviously don't respect the fact that our match, our main-event epic, each and every one of your fans are waiting for—hangs in the balance, on your end. Are you really going to toss that all the way?

Level-One lowers the microphone, as if he expected Sally Talfourd the last magician, to emerge from thin air. He doesn't waste much time, immediately allowing his tongue to once again lash the microphone.

Level-One: Sally Talfourd, you need to come out here. You need to gut up, and suite up for war. You really think I'm stupid enough to wait around for you, to the point where I put MY neck on the line, allowing you to sit back on your fat ass? Hell to the no. I've been in this business for too long. You have everything to learn little girl, I know it all. You have ten seconds to get out here. Ten-fucking-seconds!

Level-One stands back, lifting his hand up in the air, stretching out his index finger. The crowd begins to count. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Level-One shakes his head in disgust, as he exits the ring.

As he looks to make his way out of the arena, when suddenly ''Starstrukk'' hits the PA system, sending the crowd into a roar of cheers. Though, Level-One's reaction makes him out to be the biggest fan of all, as a grin crosses his face. Sally Talfourd with a microphone in hand speaks into it, as she makes her way down the ramp.

Sally Talfourd: I'm sorry to keep our precious world heavyweight champion waiting, hehe. I just figured if we are going to do this partnering up thing-y, I'd make sure I'm doing things on my own terms and not yours, Level-One. If I recall, I wasn't the one running around backstage looking for help. As as far as I'm concerned, you need me a whole lot more then I need you. After all, your the one with the big target on your neck.

Level-One scowls at Sally Talfourd, as he pulls himself up to the apron and re enters the ring, microphone in hand. Sally Talfourd plays up, her walk up the steel steps as she points at the ropes.

Sally Talfourd: Oh, you wouldn't mind being a gentlemen and getting those pesky ropes out of my way, would you?

The fans cheer Sally Talfourd as Level-One can't believe the hoops he's jumping through, just to get her on his side. He sucks it up, marching over to the ropes, pulling them up, allowing Sally Talfourd to step through the bottom rope, with ease. She thanks Level-One.

Sally Talfourd: You know, Level-One; if you keep this great work up, I can see we lasting as a unit for a very long time! I mean, until I take your APW world championship that is. I hope, this entire thing isn't a plan of yours to take my eye off your precious title?

Level-One looks down at his championship slung around his shoulder and then back up at Sally Talfourd, shaking his head side to side.

Level-One: Sally, I don't need any underhanded tactics to defeat you. In case you have forgotten, I've already beat you in the middle of this ring, and I'm almost certain, I can and will do so again. If anything, I'm concerned that you may not be up for the task at hand.

Sally Talfourd smiles, flirtatiously.

Sally Talfourd: I was born ready.

As if on que, suddenly the crowds attention shifts to the top of the stage. The RSM and The Greatness have quickly assembled and immediately begin to charge down to the ring. Level-One's eyes expand out of his head, as he immediately rips the APW world title off his shoulder and looks to use it as a form of self defence. Sally Talfourd crouches low, ready to spring up and attack at any time with her agility.

A few RSM members try to hop up onto the apron, but Level-One swings for the fences with the APW title, keeping them at bay. Sally Talfourd manages to kick Shaun Kilgore off the apron, as Shaun holds back his two elderly, allies. The RSM and The Greatness are held at bay by Sally Talfourd and Level-One!

Harvey: This is something amazing, Chase! For the first time in weeks, the RSM and The Greatness haven't been able to have their way, with their prey.

Chase: When you put the champion and the number one contender of the main-event scene, on one page on the same team, I don't think it's possible to stop them no matter the numbers game!

The RSM and The Greatness chit chat between the two stables and devise a plan. They fall into formation, circling the ring. Level-One and Sally Talfourd, begin to sense trouble. Sally Talfourd, cautiously takes to her microphone in hand.

Sally Talfourd: So are we going to make this thing official or what?

Level-One looks at Sally Talfourd shrugging his shoulders.

Level-One: I don't really think we have a goddamn choice, do we?

Sally Talfourd offers Level-One a hand shake. Level-One cautiously eyes the faces around the ring, as if he can hear the countdown each member of the super faction is engaging in, knowing that they are going to pounce at any moment. Level-One shakes Sally Talfourds hand, as the crowd cheers.

Harvey: I think it's official, Chase. Though, I can't imagine how the hell these two are going to get themselves out of this situation, here.

Suddenly, Level-One uses the hand shake to pull Sally Talfourd in, sending her directly over the top rope out onto the outside. The RSM and The Greatness, immediately pounce on Sally Talfourd like a pack of dogs, on raw meat; kicking and stomping on the defenseless number one contender. This clears a path for Level-One to escape without a scrape. Level-One contemplates his escape, ultimately take two step forwards, but then three steps back.

Harvey: What the did Level-One just do! He fed Sally Talfourd to the wolves!

Chase: I don't think Level-One had much of a choice. The super stable had a strategy. Perhaps, Sally Talfourd agreed to take one for the team?

Sally Talfourd is smashed against the steel steps by Young Mannie.

Chase: ... or not.

Level-One steps through the ropes and eagerly shrugs his shoulders, marching his way through an enraged crowd. Level-One turns his head back, as he watches RSM and The Greatness, lay a beating down on Sally Talfourd.

Harvey: I can't believe what we just saw here, tonight! This is a disciple action by RSM and The Greatness and Level-One included, if he had anything to do with this!

Chase: I don't know, Harvey. Level-One seems pretty shocked by this entire thing, himself. Perhaps this time around, he's not the guilty party.

The show ends with the RSM and The Greatness celebrating, continuing to stomp on the prone body of Sally Talfourd, as the APW logo flashes across the screen at the show comes to an end.