Overdrive- Ivercargill, New Zealand (09/16/10)

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Right as the theme song ends, the video cuts to the arena, where The Number is making his entrance to Beethoven's 7th Symphony.

Harvey: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to APW Thursday Night Overdrive! We're here in Ivercargill, New Zealand, and we have a huge night of action tonight, including our main event which pits Elimination Chamber opponents Level-One and Mark Mania against one another!

Chase: Also, we get to see Chris Cyrus and Sally Talfourd face off in a Wedding Party Match, where in order to win, you must strip your opponent of their formal wear! This might be the only time a majority of these fans root for Chris Cyrus over Sally Talfourd!

Harvey: We have a packed card for sure, which is why we're getting started right away with our #1 Contender's Battle Royale for an immediate shot at the Overdrive Championship!

Chase: Nine men will do battle for the opportunity to face Shaun Kilgore for the Overdrive Championship immediately following this match! Already in the ring we have names like Slade Craven, Assassin, Branden Harvey, J.R. Kingston, Diamante Valentine, Criss Cassidy, and Damian Dimitiri! On his way to the ring now is The Number!

Harvey: Speaking of The Number, our cameras caught some strange footage of him before the show came on air! Let's show it to you now!

The video switches to split screen, showing the footage while The Number continues to make his entrance.

Backstage, we see the back of The Number, as he walks down the hallways, but comes to a stop in front of someone’s room. Chris Cassidy’s room, it seems, and after touching the name plate four times, he starts to walk again, a little more slowly, whipping his left to right.

The Number = Hmm, rambles about his God, this mythical being has no place in the wrestling ring, I can tell you that, yes, hmm, no place at all, yes, not in a place of such violence, yes, great violence is to come tonight, in the battle royal…

Only a moment later, he stops in front of Slade Craven and Assasin’s joint locker room.

The Number = Friends, tag teams…they’re not welcome in this equation, oh no, not all, no, not one bit, no no, what place do friends have in a ring, where the other competes for a singles title. You have it all wrong, you do not add up to being winners at all, oh no.

Touching the name plate four times, he slowly moves on, taking a turn and walking down another, quite similar hallway. Before long, he comes up to Branden Harvey’s room, touching the name plate four times before speaking.

The Number = If indeed you are a demon, rather than a normal man, then pray to your Anti-Christ now, Harvey. Oh yes, pray well if you must, but science will overcome you and Cassidy’s faith. Always does science and math win over the unproven, illogical ways of faith. Pray to whomever you like, if it makes you feel better…

The Number mumbles to himself as he continues on, and we can catch words like stupid, God, Satan, math, but most of it is unheard or incomprehensible. He only walks four or five feet before coming upon Diamante Valentine’s door. Touching the black lacquered square denoting his name four times, he speaks in a louder tone.

The Number = Unknown to me, seemingly absent for some time. Or perhaps not, it matters little. You are an inconsequential matter to me; you add the number 0 to this equation, I can tell you.

We see an opening just ahead, and when The Number gets there, he comes up to the catering table. No one happens to be around, and before leaving, the strange wrestler grabs a water bottle, takes a sip, and moves on. Soon enough, he comes to the door of J.R. Kingston. Touching the name plate four times again, The Number is silent for long moments before speaking.

The Number = Affiliations with Kilgore, again, friends, or perhaps not. Sometimes I misspeak about things that matter little to me. Chris Steel, Eric Steel, no matter; you are the lesser of the new wrestlers with promise. You, Kingston, and your friend Valentine don’t matter. I cold care less if you are nuts for sports, or gambling, or video gaming. You and Valentine, together, don’t even add a 1 to this equation. Less than whole, you cannot possibly win this battle royal.

Continuing on, The Number turns another corner, to the right, and immediately comes upon Damien Dimitri’s room. Specifically touching the “Hybrid” part of his name four times, The Number starts chuckling for a few moments, before stopping to talk.

The Number = Hybrid, hybrid, little hybrid. I cannot fathom that you have any chance in this match. If you do not get eliminated by some other, you will surely have to come against me. Me, whom bested you last week, my debut opponent. The Number has your number, oh yes, indeed I do, yes, you will quickly subtracted from the field of nine whom wish to advance, quite so, yes, you will not move on…

The Number moves on, and after getting fifteen or twenty feet, he comes to Eric Steel’s door. He looks at the name plate for a long time before touching the Eric part of it, shaking his head for quite some time, before speaking again.

The Number = Perhaps I was dehydrated at the time, perhaps I was just tired…I do not know. I am not a kind man, most would say, but I could at least apologize to you for calling you Chris. So then, I apologize, do you except? DO YOU?!? Hmmm, no matter. Still, what I cannot apologize for is how, if you should seek to eliminate me from the battle royal, you will instead be thrown over that third rope yourself, by my hands. You and I did well last week, at our respective debuts, but I will outshine you tonight, oh yes, quite so, yes, what is a candle compared to the sun, after all, yes, quite brighter, yes, much more intense…

It doesn’t take long before we get to what seems to be a nicer room, as indicated by the larger name plate denoting the room to be reserved for Shaun Kilgore, the Overdrive champion. He stares at the name for a minute or two before finally, very slowly, touching the part of the name plate that says champion, four times, before speaking in a much lower voice than before.

The Number = Kilgore, oh yes, I have not forgotten you. You will see me up close and person, tonight, as I move on, as any celestial body should. I am the moon that comes to darken your day. As I said before, the sun’s light can only shine for so long, before the faint glow of the moon brings it’s cloak of darkness. Your time as the Overdrive champion has come to an end, and the time for me to shine begins tonight. Yes, oh yes, I will be tired when we meet in the ring, quite so, yes, but I will have enough energy to not only compete, oh yes, but to persevere, to overcome you, my final obstacle, yes, to gain my first championship title, oh yes, but not the last, yes, more titles do I have to gain, yes.

Before the scene cuts away, The Number moves his hair away, to reveal his little seen face. A disturbing smile lifts up the corners of his mouth as he touches the name plate on the door again. As the video ends, the screen switches back to normal as The Number stands in the ring, staring down his opponents.

Harvey: The Number is one strange man, that's for sure!

Chase: I think the term crazy is more apt!

At this point, “City,” by Hollywood Undead, hits the speakers, and Eric Steel emerges onto the stage. He has a mic in his hand as the fans seems to be taking a disliking of him. He is booed badly but he doesn't care all that much. He pulls the mic to his lips as he paced back and forth. His music dims down before he could even decide to speak.

Eric Steel: Before this match happens, I'm going to prove all of you who doubt me wrong. Regardless of the fact that I don't need to, I just need to shut all of you up. You people are nothing more than what the jealous type seems to be. Tonight is my night people. Tonight I will prove that my abilities aren't just all talk. I am the newest sensation to ever hit this company. What you people need to understand is that I will do what I want when I want.[/color]

The fans starts up booing again, not liking what he's saying. He smirks as he shrugged his shoulders, continuing to speak into the mic.

Eric Steel: My point is tonight I will win the battle royal. The eight guys I'm in the ring with can't hold a candle to me. All I have to do is eliminate them one by one. I'll be looking to eliminate one person in particular... You know who you are, Branden Harvey. I'm not going to back down from anything. When I beat these clowns, I'll prove what type of jokes they're all are.[/color]

The fans chants "You suck" to Eric Steel while he's speaking. He turns his head all around as the chants got louder. He ends up getting annoyed but he continues on.

Eric Steel: Speaking of jokes, the winner of this match faces the Overdrive champion, Shawn Kilgore. I hate to bring bad news but, Shawn your time as champion is up. It's time for some new blood to take it. After I win this battle royal, I will come after you. I guarantee that despite that I may seem "tired" when it comes down to me and you, I'll still win. I'm certain that I can beat you. How will your precious fans see you, when you get beat by someone who is already getting recognition. Shawn, consider this a warning... When we face each other, I will hurt you. I like inflicting pain. So if you try anything funny, the wrath of violence will be upon you.[/color]

Eric drops the mic while the camera man grabs it away. His music starts back up as he makes his way down the ramp towards the ring. The other eight competitors seem none to pleased with Steel as he enters the ring and the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

APW Overdrive Title #1 Contender's Battle Royale
Criss Cassidy vs. Damian Dimitri vs. The Number vs. Eric Steel vs. Diamante Valentine vs. J.R. Kingston vs. Branden Harvey vs. Slade Craven vs. Assassin

All the competitors immediately jump on The Number, all eight of them beating down on the very tall competitor with fists and feet! As The Number tries to defend himself, Kingston and Assassin both get low bases and grab up The Number's legs, as the other guys all try to send The Number over the top rope!

Harvey: They're all trying to get the biggest man in the match out early!

Chase: Well in terms of weight, he's not the biggest, but he certainly is the tallest!

The Number is fighting back with all he's got, and he manages to kick both Kingston and Assassin off of his legs, freeing them up so he can stand again. He then proceeds to answer back to all of his opponents, going on an absolute rampage! He shoves Dimitri back away a bit, and delivers hard punches to the heads of Steel, Cassidy, and Harvey, knocking all three of them back! Damian Dimitri decides to rush in, jumping up for a Flying Cross Body, but The Number ducks down, pulling the top rope down with him, sending Dimitri flying over the ropes and crashing hard down on the arena floor!

Eliminated: Damian Dimitri

Chase: And there's our first elimination!

Dimitri holds his gut in pain as back in the ring, the competitors have now paired off, or in the case of The AKA and The Red Shield Mafia, paired off in pairs. Criss Cassidy and Branden Harvey are going at it in one corner, while The Number tries to dump Eric Steel over the ropes, but Steel drops onto the apron and immediately rolls back in under the ropes. Meanwhile, The AKA and RSM are going at it like cats and dogs. Kingston and Assassin are brawling like crazy, while Valentine and Slade trade blows back and forth. After a bit of brawling, Valentine gives Slade a thumb to the eye, and uses it to his advantage to grab a hold of Slade by the shoulders and waist, and toss him over the top rope, eliminating him!

Eliminated: Slade Craven

J.R. Kingston has a similar idea to his partner, giving Assassin a swift kick between the legs, allowing him and Valentine to team up and dump Assassin from the ring as well! The pair raise their arms triumphantly as they've just eliminated their bitter rivals.

Eliminated: Assassin

Chase: Tell me Harv, who do you think is the front runner here in this match?

Harvey: Well, conventional wisdom says that The Number, since he is the biggest man overall, but I've got to put my money on Criss Cassidy here tonight! Remember, he was one of the three winners of the Last Chance Battle Royale before Test for the Best!

Chase: My money has to be on Diamante Valentine or J.R. Kingston! They're stablemates, and get to work together throughout the match!

Right as Chase gets done saying this, Branden Harvey comes up from behind the celebrating Kingston and Valentine, and knocks Valentine from behind with a Dropkick! At this point, Cassidy and Steel are double teaming The Number in the far corner. As Harvey pops up, Kingston charges in for a Clothesline, but Harvey ducks under it and jumps up, going for a Hurricarana that sends Kingston over the ropes and to the floor!

Eliminated: J.R. Kingston

Harvey: You were saying, partner?

Harvey lands on the apron, but gets a stiff boot to the head from the recovering Valentine, knocking him off the apron and to the floor!

Eliminated: Branden Harvey

Harvey: We're down to our final four! Diamante Valentine, Criss Cassidy, Eric Steel, and The Number are all still alive in this Battle Royale!

Chase: One of these four men will face off against Shaun Kilgore at the conclusion of this match!

Criss Cassidy disengages from the double team beat down of The Number in the corner, and instead turns his attention to Diamante Valentine, who turns around right in time to receive a Flying Corkscrew Bodypress! Cassidy pulls him back up by the head, and flips him to the mat with a Snapmare Takedown before drilling him in the back of the head with a Short Dropkick! As Valentine holds his head in pain, The Number shoves Eric Steel out of his way, and explodes out of the corner, tagging Cassidy with a hard Clothesline! Steel is quick to recover, and comes up from behind The Number jumping up and grabbing his head on the way down to deliver a devastating Steel Cutter! Eric finds himself having a bit of trouble trying to pull The Number up to his feet, not because of The Number's weight, but how it's distributed over the tall frame of the crazy mathematician! He calls for Cassidy to help him pull The Number up, and Cassidy obliges. The two of them get The Number up to his feet, and begin to pummel him with lefts and rights, backing the big man up against the ropes!
They whip him towards the opposite ropes, and go for a Double-Team Clothesline on the rebound, ground The Number again!

Chase: Looks like we're seeing an alliance form between Cassidy and Steel at this point of the match!

Harvey: I'm sure it won't last long!

At this point, Valentine is slowly up to his feet. Cassidy and Steel notice this, and are on him like a pack of hyenas, double teaming him viciously before hitting him with a Double Team DDT! Cassidy pulls Valentine back up, and whips him towards Steel, who gives him a Back Body Drop over the ropes and to the floor!

Eliminated: Diamante Valentine

Harvey: Thanks for coming, Valentine! We're down to three men now!

Chase: You've got to think that Steel and Cassidy will continue to work together here to overcome The Number!

Indeed, that's what they do as they proceed to stomp the heck out of him! The fans are booing loudly, not because they are rooting for The Number, but because they don't really care for any of the guys left in the match. After a ton of stomping, the makeshift duo of Cassidy and Steel pull The Number up and drag him towards the ropes, hoping to lift him over. However, The Number responds with a Hard Elbow to the face of Cassidy, and grabs a hold of Steel, flipping him over the ropes! Steel lands with both feet on the apron, but just barely, while The Number grabs the briefly stunned Cassidy, and tosses him over the ropes right into Steel, knocking both of them to the floor! DING! DING! DING!

Eliminated: Criss Cassidy & Eric Steel

Winner: The Number

Paige: Here is your winner, and new #1 Contender for the Overdrive Championship, The Number!

Harvey: Impressive win for The Number here tonight. We may have no idea what's going on in that man's head, but we're well aware of his ability in the ring!

Chase: There's no doubt that his freakish height helped him out!

Beethoven's Seventh Symphony begins to play as the ref raises The Number's arm in victory! The Number's face is covered by his hair, but one can tell that he's very pleased with himself. However, The Number doesn't have long to celebrate, as "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. As The Number looks towards the Overdrive Champion, Diamante Valentine and J.R. Kingston slide back into the ring behind him, each holding steel chairs! The boos are deafening as Kingston wails The Number in the back with a hard shot right between the shoulders! The Number is hunched over a bit after the blow, allowing Valentine and Kingston to deliver a Con-Chair-ito that echoes throughout the arena! Kilgore runs down the rest of the way down the ramp, slides into the ring removes his belt, calling for the ref to ring the bell! The members of the Red Shield Mafia exit the ring as the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

APW Overdrive Championship Match
The Number vs. Shaun Kilgore (c)

Harvey: Gosh darnit! This is just low! Kilgore's part of the Super Faction looks like it'll be paying dividends here!

Kilgore gets a running start and nails The Number with a Rolling Thunder! He then rolls The Number over onto his back, and pins him, 1
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3! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Shaun Kilgore

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

“The Destination is There” blares over the speaker once again as Kilgore stands in the ring triumphantly over The Number, who is still out from the Chair shots! Valentine and Kingston come back into the ring, and hand Kilgore a chair, which he then places right on the head of The Number before stomping down with all his might!

Chase: If The Number already had a few screws loose, I think that shot just about knocked all the screws out!

Harvey: It's a darn shame that Kilgore decided to go this route here tonight! Sure, he already had the advantage of being fresh, but I don't think Kilgore actually had any intention of fighting anyone here tonight! The Number just happened to be the unlucky guy to win the Battle Royale!

Kilgore and the RSM members celebrate in the ring as the fans boo and APW goes to commercial.

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OverDrive is back from the commercials. The crowd is abuzz. The night has only got more shocks and awes in store for the APW faithful. The camera comes in backstage, finding everyone's favourite manager Biggs checking over some last minute details with the crew. He's got his clipboard in hand, jabbering away about whatever. Suddenly Sally walks into shot, standing behind Biggs. The crew notice and stop paying attention to Biggs, staring at the most beautiful and stunning woman APW has. Biggs notices, looks over the wrong shoulder, and in swoops Sally, pulls the clipboard out of his hand and shoo's the crew away.

[Sally] Hellooo Biggs. What are you doooing? *Sally looks over her clipboard* Oh wow, very interesting, important, fascinating ...

Sally tosses the clipboard over her shoulder, then smiles at Biggs.

[Biggs] What do you want Sally? I'm a very busy man.

[Sally] I just wanted to come and see if you're Ok after last week!? I mean, I saw what happened, you made sure that I was right there. Hurricane Jeff ruining your big day and all? I was devastated for you. Just devastated. I coudln't belive someone was so calous and crass. Everyone thought I'd do something like that, and I hope you remember what I did? I was there for you, one hundred percent. I was right behind you as you guys got so close to finally ending all the speculation ...

[Biggs] What speculation?

[Sally] Oh, you know, the speculation that you don't actually want to marry Ellie. That she's holding something over you, or forcing you to do this. Whatever, I guess you lived with those rumours for months before, you'll be able to handle a few more, right?

[Biggs] Sally, what people think about Ellie and I is inconsequential to me. Poeple say all sorts of things, dream up all sorts of strange scenarios. At the end of the day, I love Ellie ...

[Sally] Oh, of course! I'm not repeating those rumours. In fact, I go out and try to stop the rumours. Rumours are hurtful. I point out that it's all fact! Yes, because rumours are so baseless and near enough to lies. I point out that it's the truth. Because it is, right? I mean, you scheduled so many matches between me and Ellie to prove something, yeah? And then you scheduled our matches to prove something else, right? And then you gave me the chance to become APW Champion to prove something more? And then, at the supposed end, you had me standing by your side. And if that doesn't prove something, then I don't know what does, Biggs. I mean, I was standing as far away from you as Ellie was at your wedding ceremony. And the only reason I quieted the audience down was to see if you could actually go through with all this and marry Ellie. And look at the result. You couldn't.

[Biggs] I wanted to! Jeff made it ...

[Sally] Whatever Biggs! If he hadn't come down here, who knows if you two would be married. It's sort of like the convenient timing of Jeff has prevented you and Ellie from having to face the truth: That you invited another woman to your very own wedding ...

[Biggs] I did not want you there! Ellie insisted that you stayed!

[Sally] You didn't stop Ellie from telling me to stick around, did you? So again, we have another example of convenient timing. You know Biggs *Sally steps up closer to Biggs, running her fingers underneath the collar of his shirt* you should be a bit more assertive. Don't hide behind others and let them do you work. A 'go and get them' attitude really turns a girl on ...

[Biggs] Sally ...

[Sally] Biggs?

[Biggs] I think you'd better leave.

[Sally] Biggs, even if I left, I'd still be here. You'd still be thinking about me ...

[Biggs] Go away!

[Sally] Fine fine! *Sally throws up her hands in innocance, then winks at Biggs as she backs away* Enjoy your night Biggs. I'll see you later.

[Elsewhere backstage Branden Harvey is seen to be psyching himself up for his match, pacing the hall way he has a mean look on his face. From behind a familiar voice is calling his name]

Blade: Hey B-Dawg, Sup'..

[Branden suddenly halts and turns towards Blade, you can see the anger in his eyes as Blade has broken his concentration]

Branden: ..

Blade: Hey, wait a minute, let me stop you right there. I'm here to help; you see I know I was one of the people who 'broke' you in to Action Packed Wrestling, but I feel I never made you feel properly welcome; here this is for you..

[Blade raises his arm with a t-shirt clenched tightly in his fist offering it to Branden; He reaches out and takes it from his grasp letting it open at the same time; a familiar shirt boasting the emblem 'Blade's #1 fan'. Branden looks enraged at this offering and steps closer to Blade.]

Blade: Hey man, its all good; I hear you were looking for a new gimmick, and well I can never have enough fans, so I thought you could wear this whilst you are trying to look all mean, beating down your chest and pulling that face you like to pull; You know the one I mean..

[Blade pulls an awkward looking face mimicking what he thinks Harvey looks like. Branden lunges himself at Blade and just before he makes contact feels a firm arm holding him back. C.J. Gates appears in view, firmly pulling Branden back and away from his tag team partner Blade.]

C.J. Gates: C'mon bigman, calm down. I don't 'think' he meant anything by it..

[Gates pats Branden on the back and quickly moves towards Blade putting his arm around his shoulders ushering him away from the scene. Branden throws the shirt onto the floor and angrily stomps away from the scene.]

C.J. Gates: I can't leave you alone for 5 minutes can I?

Blade: Huh? I guess it just wasn't his size

[Gates grimaces and holds his head]

Blade: It's alright though buddy, I have one for you..

[Blade motions and points to a stack of shirts laying on a table in the backstage area; the stack is nearly toppling over as there are way too many on show]

C.J. Gates: Somehow I don't think that was the problem. Anwyay, Why would I want one of your shirts?

Blade: Well, I could design you one of your own; after all I do have a financial backer now

[Blade winks at Gates]

C.J. Gates: You really are a piece of work aren't you?

[Blade goes to speak]

C.J. Gates: Don't answer it was a rhetorical question. Blade, quit playing around, I need to know you are focused for my match tonight; I need you there at ringside because I can see it getting messy and us being outnumbered.


Blade: By the Sports Nutz? I highly doubt it; even last week when they tried to help the Red Shield Mafia; I still kicked their asses; with your help obviously. You got this in the bag, trust me.

C.J. Gates: Blade all I am asking is that you focus and I need to know you have my back?

Blade: Yeah I got you; I did last week, I did this week. Anyway, I need to protect my investment.

C.J. Gates: Your investment?

Blade: Well, our investment; it's taken me this long to get some recognition here in APW, so because it was all down to a tag pairing on a chance, I need to make sure that you can help get me to where I need to be. That being Tokyo and the Tag Team champion.

C.J. Gates: You mean, half of the tag team champions?

Blade: [smirking] Yeah obviously. Anyway, C.J. You and me are like chalk and cheese, but you take the edginess off my name.

C.J. Gates: What do you mean?

Blade: [in his best announcing voice] 'Would you please welcome Blade and C.J. Gates to the ring..'

I go first obviously because its alphabetical, but it just doesn't have that 'je ne sais quoi' about it; haven't you ever noticed it before when they announce you to ringside? I've been playing it over and over in my head and it just sounds flat. So I have been racking my brains and I think that you will like these..

C.J. Gates: ...

Blade: 'C.J.B.J'.. The J stands for Junior..

C.J. Gates: Next..

Blade: Damn, tough crowd. OK.. 'High Velocity..'

C.J. Gates: ..

Blade: OK, I got this.. 'The Gladerz..'

C.J. Gates: Blade, You are crazy. I would love to chat all day, but this isn't important right now. All I need to know is that you have my back tonight.

[Gates lands his hand on Blade's shoulder and shakes him. Blade smiles and nods showing that he will be there. Gates smiles turning his back on Blade and making his way towards the locker room to prepare. Blade's voice can be heard faintly in the background..]

Blade: Hey C.J. You forgot your shirt..

At ringside 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. Victor Hades strolls out across the stage in a black on black dress suit and tie, hair slick-back into a ponytail and sunglasses concealing his white-out contacts in his eyes... Holding the APW Xtreme Championship firmly over his shoulder which still holds the stains of Mark Mania's blood across the plaque...

Being accompanied by several beautiful tattooed women in black bikini tops, mini skirts and fishnets, Hades continues hand in hand down the ramp-way with a fashionable smirk...

Chase-"I wonder what he's so happy about..."

Harvey-"If you were a Champion with beautiful women like that at your side, I'm pretty sure you would be too..."

Carefully escorting each woman up the steel ring steps as he watches them pass with a pleasing smile of approval, Hades adjusts the title over his shoulder and marches up the steps before swiftly climbing into the ring... Meanwhile the chanting and overwhelming wave of boo's and obscenities continues as fans react in disapproval to Hades' presence, while some fans continue to jeer and whistle at the ladies.

Harvey-"I'd say he'd outdone himself."

As the young ladies stand circled around the ring, some blowing a teasing kiss to those in the crowd, while others simply dance on one another around the ring... Hades carefully hands a beautiful, busty, brunette with black and blonde streaks in her hair the Championship, as she only responds with flirtatious smile. Hades turns and receives a microphone as black confetti begins to fall from the rafters and over the ring, turning to face the crowd as he lifts the microphone to his light-shaded, lucid lips...

Chase-"Shut up Harvey Hades is going to speak..."

Harvey-"What the-? I didn't say an-"

Chase-"Exactly, shut up."

Hades clears his throat gesturing the thumb across the throat with microphone in hand as his music fades from the P.A. System...

Victor Hades-"... As many of you know, this hasn't exactly been the best week for me-nor has it been one full of celebration or ecstatic thoughts, no. This week has been full of questions, accusations, and plain and simple the same old "shit" as I'd like to call it. See, not many people thought that I would live to my word and rip the Xtreme title away from Crazy Joe err, -Mark Mania or whatever cheap, lousy, alter-ego gimmick he's playing off of right now. Hell not many people thought that I would walk away at all for that matter much less win the god damn match itself... But I did, and I once again showed the whole fucking nation that I am still quite simply one mean son of a bitch. Given any place or time, Mark Mania himself has admitted he can't beat me one on one, and speaking of the matter John Green's punk-ass knows that better than he does." Hades adjusts the microphone for a moment within his fingertips, clutching it tightly as he rubs the side of his neck for a moment thinking back to last week's outcome.

"Now as for last week, I'd suffered a pulled hamstring at Shockwave and needless to say a brief case of the Gout. I could hardly stand on one god damn leg, but I still gave a fraction of an effort to compete now didn't I? No, no I didn't... I deserved what Level-One did, and to be honest- I wish he'd done it ten times more. Because this sport is about dedication, it's about passion, and it's about respecting the business... If you don't respect this business-it'll fucking walk all over you like a cheap ol' door-mat. That children, is something Mark Mania nor John Green wouldn't know ANYTHING about. Because the fact still remains, in what life-in what universe, could John Green possibly ever beat me? For almost eight years now this man has tried, hell I'd even given him a partner once to face me alone and he still failed... Thus, is the way of his career. Failure." Hades pauses, turning to glance a few inches below his shoulder to one of the women groping close to his massive-suit jacket sleeves as she flashes a seductive grin towards the Champion.

With a small, brief smirk of his own Hades sends a mutual message of understanding and turns his head back to the audience...

Chase-"Gotta love being a champ."

Victor Hades-"Such will any, and I mean ANY fickle-minded, thick-skulled, delusional, pestering jackass who wants their spine ripped out by the hands of yours truly. I'm in this to be the most successful, twisted, and needless to say relentless bone-breaking motherfucker in this company. So if it means winning -this- (points towards the Xtreme title, as one of the young women holds it up) to continue down my path of blood-spilling mayhem, until I've reached my destiny? Then so be it, because no matter what the outcome-as my dear friend Mr. Mania knows all too well- THIS speaks for itself." Hades mutters before slowly strolling around the ring, brushing a bit of black confetti from his shoulder as he stops at one point in the ring...

"Unlike many of those before me, I'm not one to let it get to my head either-nor am I about to let my own ego get the better of me before I make some irrational 'career suicide' move. Not that there was a list of name I could refer to, but I'm sure all of you know exactly what I'm implying... Regardless, you will undoubtedly witness things you will have never before seen-things you may not wish to see, and things you will never be rid of seeing. Because come One Night in Hell, the very night I make my first title defense... you all will be in for a special little treat..." Hades chuckles maniacally to himself, before brushing his thumb from the microphone across the tip of his nose.

"At One Night in Hell, disregarding who my opponent or 'opponents' may be... You people will witness a first-ever in APW, a Barbed-Wire Bear-Trap Bedlam match. Barbed wire will surrounded the ropes of the entire ring, while hundreds of bear traps will be scattered across the outside of the ring... The only objective is to SURVIVE. Anyone man enough to even fucking dare testing me in such an environment is more than welcome to try... If you don't mind losing a few limbs and fingers." Hades grins.

"Now since last week, I had to be ridden of my celebration... since last week I suffered a painful and nauseating loss at the hands of two mind-less and for the lack of a better word PATHETIC pieces of trash... Tonight I intend to treat myself to a little... excitement." Hades finishes that last line while slowly turning his head to the group of young, tattooed women flashing vulgar messages and playful grins towards Hades.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the show aint' even started yet." Hades drops the microphone as "Bulletproof" blares back over the P.A. System once more and exits the ring with his beautiful, tattooed, escorts... Overdrive cuts to commercial...

Pete Grosz, TJ Jagodowski, and Mark Mania are at a drive-thru for a competitor, the name is blurred out, but you can clearly see that it’s McDonalds. Pete and TJ are in the front seat and Mark Mania is in the back middle seat.

Drive Thru Operator: What can I get you?

Pete: Could I get a bacon burger on Texas toasted bread and tater tots please?

TJ: Aw, tots man. I love those tots.

Drive Thru Operator: I’m sorry sir, we don’t have toasted bread or tater tots.

Pete: What? What do you mean you don’t have tater tots?

Drive Thru Operator: We have French fries.

TJ: Do you have anything else besides French fries?

Mark Mania: What is this guys, you told me we were getting some food!

Drive Thru Operator: You could get an apple pie.

Pete: What about onion rings?

Drive Thru Operator: Sorry, we don’t have any onion rings.

Mark Mania: Ask him about mozzarella sticks, I could really go for some mozzarella sticks!

Pete: Excuse me, do you have any mozzarella sticks?

Drive Thru Operator: No, sorry sir, we have French fries or an apple pie.

Mark Mania: This is ridiculous get me out of here, what kind of place did you guys bring me to?



SIDES

Sonic has them, others don’t.

[biggs]

(The scene opens up backstage where we see the new number one contenders for the APW Tag Team titles, C.J. Gates and Blade, sitting in the locker room. They're both on chairs, and in front of them on a table sits a large, deep bowl. Gates is tossing what appears to be a ping pong ball in his hands, looking up towards the ceiling from under his cowboy hat. Blade is sitting on the other side of the bowl, holding ping pong balls of his own.)

C.J. Gates: Burning Fury?

Blade: Veto.

(Blade tosses a ping pong ball into the bowl and it makes a loud clanging sound as it rattles around.)

C.J. Gates: Lost Souls?

Blade: Definitely veto.

(Blade tosses in a second ping pong ball.)

Blade: New Dawn?

C.J. Gates: Veto. I got assaulted many times by a pair named the New Dawn.

(Gates tosses a ping pong ball into the bowl.)

Blade: The Wow Factor.

(C.J. Gates pauses for a moment before chuckling and tossing a ping pong ball into the bowl.)

C.J. Gates: Veto.

Blade: Harder than I thought to come up with a name.

C.J. Gates: Harder to think up the name that it will be to beat those Nutz for the titles.

Blade: It just might be.

C.J. Gates: We've got that match in the bag, man. Gimmick or no gimmick, we're going to chew them up and spit them out.

Blade: As long as we work together, we'll do just fine.

(Gates nods his head, tossing another ping pong ball up into the air and catching it.)

C.J. Gates: High and Mighty?

(Blade gives Gates a puzzled look before tossing a ping pong ball into the bowl.)

Blade: Veto.

C.J. Gates: I got nothing.

(The scene slowly fades out as Gates throws a ping pong ball into the bowl for no reason.)

*The scene switches where the smoke fogs the camera as they enter the RSM lockeroom and Young Mannie is blazing on some Kush...He is smoking and watching the movie Grandma's Boy as he notices the cameras and begins talking*

Mannie: Oh man welcome too the RSM lockeroom....Sorry for the last minute call but I had a few things too adderss, Recently back on the last Overdrive...I was hand picked by APW World Champion Level One too be in the Elimination Chamber at One Night In Hell. The Champ may not or he will admit this but I knew he took choosing me as an joke and just another elimination. But what you did open an sleeping warrior.....See APW is like an mountian and I keep climbing but I've knocked down along with my other brothers! I open barriers on the mountain just too rest and take a moment too breathe!

(Mannie smoke a bit of the blunt as it's down too a roach and he ponders)

When I mean breathe I mean by taking the time too rest from tiring challenges! But APW there is so little rest, So I've was away for a while and while I was at home in D.C. watching Overdrive last week, I saw it for myself you choose me too be in the match. I mean I loving that this is another chance for the World Title for me and another chance too whoop alot of APW's best ass! But in all seriousness I want too look at me, This is will not be another match for me and this won't be another easy win for you Level One! See it's now your fault I'm in this match, It's your fault I'm going too bring hard punishment too the other wrestlers! And it's your fault when I fly off one of the cells and come crashing down on your chest! This match is going too awake me....This is match might as well be another blunt just like I'm lite right now......Why your thinking because....I'm Mister.420 and I just smoked your ass! I Want this S*** Forever!

*Scene closes*

The camera focuses back out on the arena, where the fans are anxious for the next match.

Paige: From Dallas Texas, weighing at 224 lbs, standing 6'4"...accompanied to the ring by George Dunpork...here is CRAIG MUELLER!!!

Craig Mueller enters the arena followed by Dunpork as the crowd lets their oppinions be heard. The men strut toward the ring, and up the stairs. Craig takes off his hockey helmet and sets it in the corner and looks toward the ramp for his opponent.

Paige: From Fargo, North Dakota weighing in at 215 lbs, standing 5'11" accompanied to the ring by Blade...here is C.J. GATES!!!

“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. Blade steps out behind Gates and follows him toward the ring. The fans explode with cheers as these two head toward the ring. Gates runs up the stairs leaps over the top rope as Blade slides under the ropes to enter the ring.

Dunpork and Mueller exit the ring. Gates smiles as he removes the cowboy hat and shirt. Blade steps out of the ring and takes his place ringside in gates corner. Mueller and Dunpork discuss things briefly before the Sportz Nut climbs up the apron and back into the ring.

Chase: Should be an interesting match here folks. Since the reintroduction of the tag team titles was announced, the Sportz Nutz made it no secret they wish to be the first ones to stake claim at the glory.

Harvey: Heres the bell, I'm sure the guys on the outside aren't just here for moral support.

C.J. Gates vs. Craig "Senior" Mueller

Gates flies across the ring as Mueller slides out under the rope. The crowd screams toward the mans cowardice act. He simply smiles and points to his head as if it's smarts that fueled that move. Gates grabs the top rope and motions to sling shot himself over toward the Sportz Nutz combo. Dunpork shoves Mueller aside, and Gates just stalled with a fake then backs up. Craig slowly climbs back up the apron as the ref begins to count. He enters the ring and flanks toward the side of Gates. Both men meet in the middle for a tie up but Muellr drives a knee to the gut, then drives an elbow to the back of Gates head, before russian leg sweeping his opponent to the mat. Mueller stands up chuckling a bit as Gates rolls over clutching the back of his head glarring toward his opponent.

As Gates stands Mueller rushes over for a clothesline. Gates ducks under and Mueller charges forward and rebounds off the ropes. As he returns toward Gates, C.J. sunset flips, and rolls Mueller into a pin.

ONE

Mueller kicks out quickly and rolls backward to his knees only to catch a nasty roundhouse kick to the side of the head. He slumps over to the mat. Gates climbs to the middle rope, jumps foward and drops a knee to the back of Craigs head. Gates looks as if he's going to cover his opponent by Dunpork climbed up the apron getting his attention. The ref turns toward the Sportz Nut on the apron to scold him, but before he can get a word in Gates nails a beatiful drop kick that sends George to the floor as the crowd roars with approval. Mueller tried to take advantage of the distraction and charges toward Gates. C.J. turns ducks under the axe handle smash hoists Mueller in the air and drops him throat first across the top rope. Gates steps up the turnbuckles hits the top and moonsaults backward flipping around with a leg drop on his opponent.

Chase: Flawless, nailed his Dropping DOW.

Harvey: This kid is a talent...and with Blade as his partner they are sure to make a hell of a team.

Gates hooks the legs of Craig, and the ref slides over checking the shoulders then begin the count.

ONE

TWO

The count is broken up as Gates is pulled off by George Dunpork who reached under the rope and yanked his ankle. Gates turns around, and before he can react the crowd responds with a huge burst of cheers because Blade b-lined it around the outside. Within a second Dunpork sees Blade coming and back pedals.

Chase: Blade coming to his partners aid

Harvey: It's no secret that when these two came to their partners aid out here that this was going to happen.

Chase: The surprise of pro wrestling huh pal.

Dunpork backs off. Blade turns thinking he put the man in his place and then gets pumled from behind. The cheer quickly turn to an eruption of boo's. In the ring both men exchange a few fists, but Mueller gets the upper hand, and double arn suplex's his opponent up and over. As Gates hits the mat he tries to scramble to his feet, but gets caught in a belly to belly suplex. The man winces in pain but struggles to his feet once more only to be caught in an arm and neck suplex that seals the deal. Gates hits the mat and just suffers. Mueller quickly climbs to the top rope, drags his thumb across his neck and leaps out with a diving head butt. Mueller covers Gates.

ONE

TWO

Foot on the ropes by C.J. Gates. Mueller lifts his head with his hands on his knees. The look of frustration mixed with the pleasure of inflicting more pain comes over his face. He stands up dragging Gates up with him. He drapes an arm over and hoists the man upright into a suplex.

Chase: Please hit it...this move is sick...

Mueller then shoves Gates forward and turns his suplex into a sit out power bomb.

Chase: The Orange Bomb!!!

Mueller rolls him up for a pin.

ONE

TWO

Kickout by Gates.

Harvey: Mueller looks pissed.

Chase: Gates' will to survive is impressive.

Mueller stands looking out to Dunpork who simply smiles up at him trying to motivate him to inflict more punishment. Mueller leans down as Dunpork gives him the motivational cheek slap. Mueller is fired up spins around and eats a back hand chop followed by a right hand from Gates. Gates whips him across the ring into the turnbuckles. C.J. follows him toward the corner leaps into the air and nails a splash. He backs up as Mueller stumbles out of the corner. He bends down scooping Craig on his shoulders. Spins around knocking the ref down as he downs and nails a death valley driver. Gates covers but gets no count because the ref is down. Dunpork slides into the ring grabbing the Hockey Helmet of Craigs, and creeps up behind Gates.

The man stands up looking toward the ref. Dunpork raises the helmet in the air over top of Gates ready to put the lights out. The fans explode as Blade is up out of nowhere, slides into the ring and spears Dunpork just in time. The helmet hits the mat, as Blade drags the heafty Sportz nut to his feet. Gates picks up the helmet and lends the guy a helping hand by blasting it over the skull of Dunpork. His head absorbs the blow and he staggers sideways falling out through the ropes.

Gates climbs to the top rope, as Blade picks Craig Mueller up. He hoists him up on his shoulder and drives him back first to the mat violently with a spine buster, setting him up for Gates. C.J. flips off the top rope as Blade slaps the ref a few times trying to get him to wake up.

Gates crashes down on top of Mueller.

Harvey: Sophisticated Splash...

Chase: That is a gorgeous 450 I can see why he calls it sophisticated.

Gates hooks both legs as Blade slides out of the ring. The ref shakes his head and notices the pinfall. He begins his count.

ONE

TWO

THREE!!!

Your Winner: C.J. GATES!!!

Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, C.J. Gates!

Blade slide back into the ring and shoves Mueller out under the ropes. Gates raises his arm in the air as Blade slaps him on the back letting him know what a great job he did. The fans frantically cheering for these two as they each make a motion around their waist almost begging for the tag team gold.

As footage cuts backstage to John Green strolling through the corridor on his way to the ring for his upcoming match against Nathaniel Havok, Green passes through a set of double-doors...


Green: "Oh-SHIT!"


Suddenly a large black shadow passes over Green, as Green barely manages to stop himself and throw himself into the nearby wall. Just massive black metal dumpster comes crashing through the ceiling tiles and collides into the pavement blow!

Harvey-"Oh my GOD!"

Chase-"What the-?!?!"

Green seated against the concrete wall in shock stares at the massive dumpster filled with cement cinder blocks, as if staring in disbelief he barely escaped a near-death fate. Meanwhile, a familiar and sadistic laugh can be heard slowly approaching from a short distance as Green slowly turns his head and quickly grows a hate-filled stare in his eyes...

Green: "YOU?!"

Green stares at the apparent suspected assailant as he carefully climbs to his feet, now being approached by none other than Victor Hades who stands face to face with John Green.

Harvey-"Well, no surprise there really..."


Victor Hades-"That was uh, pretty close there John, you uh-might wanna be more careful where you step from now on. You never know what might be waiting around the corner..."

Hades grins with a sarcastic manner as he adjusts his sunglasses and quickly erases the grin from his face, brushing past Green who simply stares right back at Hades moving on. Carefully shaking his head before moving towards the Entrance Curtains...

Chase-"Hades sending a clear message to Green there."

Harvey-"The Xtreme Division better keep a look-out!"

Chase-"Green and Havok, Xtreme Rules... NEXT!"

Fade to commercial...

[biggs]

The scene comes in backstage where Nathaniel Havok is taping up, preparing for his match. There is a knock on his locker room door that catches his attention. After rolling his eyes, with the wave of his hand, he opens the door from across the room. Standing in the doorway is none other than Hannah Storm. Havok looks at her with surprise.

Havok: Well, hello there! Where have you been all my life?

Hannah smirks and walks into the locker room.

Storm: I’d watch it there Nathaniel. You’re on national television, and with all the sexual harassment claims made in the New York Jets locker room, you might just be the next victim.

Havok: You wouldn’t happen to be threatening me, would you?

Storm: Of course not! Why would you accuse me of a thing like that?

Both of them stare at each other for a second, even through the camera the fans can see the sexual tension between the two.

Storm: Besides, what would Trixie think of all of this?

Havok: Who?

The two stare at each other in silence for a second, before simultaneously busting out into laughter.

Storm: Okay, okay, onto the real stuff now.

Havok: Oh, so you didn’t just come in here to try and sneak in a peak? Dammit, I knew there would be strings attached!

The two share another laugh.

Storm: Well, I was told to come here to get your thoughts on your match with John Green later this evening. John had some strong remarks directed towards you earlier this week.

Havok: I heard what John Green had to say, and in response I should go ahead and let him know that he did nothing to help his case tonight! John Green, just like everyone else in APW, has to face the facts! Nathaniel Havok is not only here to make APW his home, but he is here to take APW over! After ending the career of Cooper Conrad, and taking the steel to Sally Talfourd last week, my journey will continue on, tonight! It’s just too damn bad for John Green, that he’s the next target on my list. You see, all John Green has to do is make the right choice, and the right choice is for him to forfeit the match.

Storm: Now, why would he go and do a thing like that?

Havok: You and I both know he wont, but he should do it for his own well being. I am Nathaniel Havok, I am a multi-time champion who should not have to prove myself anymore, to anyone. But since everyone thinks that I’ve lost my edge, I’m going to continue my path of destruction. And until the day comes that everyone in the professional wrestling world once again bows to me, I will not be stopped!

Nathaniel looks into the camera as Hannah holds the mic to his lips.

Havok: John Green, tonight will be the night of your demise, just like Cooper Conrad! Ask Sally Talfourd! She might have won, but she wasn’t the one that walked out. And from what I hear, Cooper Conrad will be watching Overdrive again this week, from a hospital bed. Is that where you want to end up, John? Or do you value the career that you’ve worked so hard for?

Havok lets out an evil chuckle.

Havok: Think about it, and maybe I’ll see you out there. Then again, if you’re smart, maybe I wont.

Havok smirks into the camera as the scene fades to ringside.

Harvey: Ominous words from Nathaniel Havok as he prepares to face John Green in our next match!

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, the next bout is scheduled for one fall, and it is an XTREME RULES MATCH!

"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: Coming to the ring first…The Retribution Killer” John GREEN!!!!

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

Paige: And his opponent, from parts unknown

'Nemesis' hits on the PA system as purple strobe lights flicker around the arena. Nathaniel Havok steps out from the back with his head facing the ground, hair dripping wet. He stares at the ground for about 5 seconds, before throwing both arms in the air, spitting water out of his mouth, as fire-like pyro explodes around him.

Paige: “The Source of All Evil” Nathaniel Havok!

He gives a sadistic grin before sprinting to the ring and sliding in under the bottom rope. He pops up off the mat and runs right for the far right turnbuckle. With a graceful leap, he lands on the second rope and throws his hands in the air once again. He hops down and stands in the corner as his music dies out.

Harvey: This should be some match, I feel like Nathaniel Havok has been waiting for a chance to get in an Xtreme match for quite some time now.

Chase: Oh yeah, Havok is about to go nuts in this ring. He’s going to start swinging with the chair he’s going to go crazy!

Harvey: Well, John Green is no slouch either Chase.

Chase: Who?

Xtreme Rules Match
John Green vs. Nathaniel Havok

Nathaniel Havok and John Green are eyeing each other in the ring and walking in a circle around the ring. Neither man offering anything to his opponent. Finally Nathaniel Havok charges at Green and starts pummeling away at his head. John Green covers his head with his arms and blocking Havok from hitting many of his punches. Green drives an elbow into the gut of Havok and Havok backs off. Green charges another elbow into the stomach of Havok and now takes the upper hand. Green hits one more elbow to Havok to have him completely bent over and then smashes his forearm on the back of Nathaniel Havok who goes down to the mat.

Havok starts getting up quickly though so Green hits another forearm to his back, putting him back on the ground again. Green reaches down and grabs Havok by the back of the head and picks him, he throws him flying into the ropes and charges after him, Havok hits the ropes by holds on, John Green however can’t stop himself and as Havok pulls down the top rope, John Green goes flying over the top rope and to the outside. Havok regroups himself and takes a big breath. Green slowly starts to get up after hitting the outside ground hard. Nathaniel Havok though begins to climb the turnbuckle.

Chase: Oh boy, here comes Havok, he’s going up top!

Havok gets to the top rope, and DOES A FRONT FLIP ONTO JOHN GREEN!

Harvey: My god! Nathaniel Havok just put his life at risk and took himself and John Green out!

Chase: This is why I love this guy, he’s nuts!

Both men are laying on the ground Havok stirring a bit more than John Green though. Nathaniel Havok somehow manages to get to his feet after a few moments and starts searching underneath the ring for weapons to use upon Green. John Green is barely to his knees, fighting to stand up. Havok reaches underneath the ring and finds a chair, he looks at it sadistically and runs over to Green and smashes him on the back with it. Green writhes in pain, but Havok apparently grew bored with the chair and drops it and goes back underneath the ring searching for weapons.

Harvey: Apparently the chair isn’t good enough for Nathaniel Havok anymore.

Chase: I told you man, the guy is sick!

Nathaniel Havok is reaching under the ring and keeps pulling out different items, he pulls out a few more chairs, a trash can, he pulls out a table and throws it into the ring. Havok then crawls completely under the ring and out of sight. John Green is finally starting to get up again and is resting on the announcers table taking a deep breath. Nathaniel Havok finally emerges from underneath the ring and he’s bringing with him a ladder!

Chase: Oh it’s finally going to get interesting now.

Harvey: Yeah….NOW it’s interesting.

Havok starts to pull the ladder out from underneath the ring, but John Green grabs the chair that havoc had left next to him and charges after Havok and hits him square in the back with the chair. Havok falls down, face first into the ladder than he was just pulling out. Havok tries to get to his hands and knees but Green hits him again with the chair and Havok stops moving. Green grabs him and picks him up by his hair. Green throws him viciously into the steel stairs leading up to the ring. Havok hits the stairs with his back and grabs at his back in pain. John Green grabs the chair again and charges after Havok swinging for the fences trying to take Havok’s head off! Havok at the last second ducks out of the way and John Green hits metal on metal when his chair meets the stairs. Upon the collision Green drops the chair, but he regroups himself quickly and goes after Havok. Green gives him a quick kick in the stomach and throws him into the ring. Havok is laying face up in the ring as John Green walks over towards the ladder that Havok was pulling out and he throws that into the ring as well. John Green slides himself into the ring behind the ladder. Green gets to his feet, grabs the ladder and puts it in one of the corners of the ring. Green then kicks the table that was thrown in the ring early over to the other side of the ring.

Harvey: Looks like John Green has a few ideas up his sleeve.

Chase: He doesn’t even have a sleeve you moron.

Green goes back after Havok and lifts him up by his hair. Green grabs Havok’s arm, and tries to throw him into the turnbuckle with the ladder. Havok counters though and throws Green into it. Green smashes hard into the ladder and is laying upon it. Havok runs and jumps but Green rolls out of the way, and Havok jumps front first into the abandoned ladder.

Chase: Oh so close!

Harvey: Green had been out of the way for 30 seconds!

Chase: Yeah, maybe in dog seconds.

Havok bounces off the ladder is holding his chest. Green regroups and runs and hits Havok with a huge clothesline. Green goes for a pin as they both fall to the ground.


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Kickout by Havok!

John Green picks up Nathaniel Havok and throws him off the ropes and when Havok comes back, he kicks him in the stomach and then grabs his head and smashes it into his knee. Havok goes down and John Green tries for the cover again.


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2…..



Kickout again by Havok!

John Green gets to his knees and starts looking around in frustration. He sees the table and gets to his feet, walks over to it and sets it up. Nathaniel Havok begins to stir but Green doesn’t notice. Green sets up the table essentially in the middle of the ring. Green walks over to Havok and hits him quickly in the back with a kick. Green after hitting one kick decides to just start kicking more and more. Finally Green apparently grows tired of the kicks and picks up Havok. He puts Havok onto the table and has him lying face up. Green walks over to the turnbuckle and begins to climb. Green gets to the top rope.

Harvey: Oh boy, I think I know what Green is thinking here.

Chase: Marshmellows?

Green leaps from the top rope, Havok turns off the table, but Green apparently noticed and lands feet first a foot away from the table.

Chase: Lots of build up for nothing there.

Green catches himself on the table, but Havok gets up, bounces off the rope, jumps onto the table and then off of it and hits John Green with a huge dropkick sending Green into the corner. Havok gets to his feet and goes after Green in the corner. He starts driving his shoulder into the midsection of John Green. Havok then lifts Green up so that he’s sitting atop the top rope. Havok climbs up to the second rope and then stands John Green up the same way and hooks his arm for a suplex. Havok takes a quick look behind him at the table, sizing up the jump. Havok lifts Green and SUPLEX OFF THE ROPES AND THROUGH THE TABLE!

Harvey: Oh my god! Right through the table!

Chase: Finally! Nathaniel Havok takes control.

Havok rolls over and covers Green.

Chase: This is going to do it right here.



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3KICKOUT!!!

Harvey: JOHN GREEN KICKS OUT! Unbelievable!

Green just barely gets his shoulder up before the three count and Havok is furious. Havok gets up and is yelling at the ref. John Green drags himself out of the rubble that was the table in the middle of the ring. Havok finally gives up his hopes with the referee and walks over to the ladder and grabs it in his hands. John Green finally gets to his feet, but Nathaniel Havok swings the ladder and knocks John Green to the ground hard!

Chase: That’s gotta hurt!

Harvey: Brilliant commentary as always.

Havok sets up the ladder a few feet away from where John Green is laying down.

Harvey: Oh boy, this could get out of hand now. Nathaniel Havok seems to have some big plans.

Havok climbs to halfway up the ladder when he realizes John Green beginning to stir. Havok jumps down and grabs a piece of the broken table. Havok runs over to John Green and hits him square in the top of the head with the piece of table and John Green falls back down to the mat, this time, his face being covered in blood. Havok climbs up the ladder, all the way to the top now.

Chase: Here it comes!!

Havok stands at the top of the ladder, he looks down at John Green jumps…. SUICIDAL DOWNPOUR!!!! Havok lands directly on top of John Green and stays on for the cover.



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3!!!!! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Nathaniel Havok

Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, "The Source of All Evil" Nathaniel Havok!

Harvey: Nathaniel Havok wins!

Chase: What a great job by Nathaniel Havok, and a terrible, terrible job by that other guy.

Harvey: John Green fought hard, but in the end it wasn’t enough to beat “The Source of All Evil” Nathaniel Havok.

Overdrive cuts to commercial with Havok celebrating his win.

[biggs]

As we come back from commercial the door of Biggs the GM opens and we find the GM sitting at his desk looking at a picture of Ellie. In walks the complete opposite to the primm and propper General Manager, Michael Lively. The new look of the former APW mega star is that of a business man as he pulls off his mirrored sunglasses. The two men exchange a glare before Michael Lively starts looking around the office of Biggs. Lively folds his glasses and hangs them from the pocket of his suit jacket.

Biggs: Can I help you Lively?

Lively: Yeah...I'm sure you heard the news...I'm on board as a member of the APW staff.

Biggs: Yep, not by my choice, mind you.

Lively: It doesn't suprise me that this news doesn't please you, hell I'm sure it hasn't tickled a soul here, but then again that's what I was known for...being the spoiler of the fun. Being the guy to walk up and piss in the pool just as the fun was reaching it's peak.

Biggs leans back shooting a look toward Lively as if this were the man who snuck in his house when he was at work and penetrated his wife. This does nothing but boost the ego of Lively and fuel his essenace.

Lively: None the less, me being here isn't really to spoil an fun, or hold this show down at all. I simply wish to contribute my superiorness to the APW mega machine.

Biggs: Superiorness isn't even a word Lively, one is simply superior, you see...

Lively: Thats what makes me a living legend,I know. I am one of the greatest people to ever lace up the boots, and thats why the higher up's here decided to keep our working relashionship in tact.

Biggs: Seriously, this is getting old, and I have things to finalize so the show can keep rolling, so let's get on with it.

Lively: Alright, alright...don't let the fancy suit or the busted up leg fool you Biggs, I could hobble over there, whip that ass and drop my nuts on your face in the blink of an eye.

The GM stands up from his desk, almost daring Lively to make good on his threat.

Lively: You should really stand up for yourself when someone threatens you Biggs...my bad you are standing up. Hahaha!!!

Biggs then sits back down knowing Lively is just spitting the typical Lively hot air.

Lively: In all seriousness Biggs. I had a meeting with the higher up's and discussed my interaction here on Overdrive. So I was dropping by to make sure everything is all set, and that our personal history for not really seeing eye to eye isn't going to stand in the way.

Biggs: Lively...I am a professional! You are in the show outline for next week, you'll have what you need to get your job done, so if that's all you came by for...

Lively: It's going to be epic, insane, reveloutionary...F@ck Oprah, Babara Walters can munty on the disco stick...my new segment will blow the doors off this bitch...Revelation with Michael Lively will be like nothing the people have ever seen before.

Biggs: Actually, I saw the mock up of your Hit segment and it has been done before, in fact almost every night on...

Lively: HEY!!! Kayfabe sunshine...lets not drop the milk out of the bag.

Biggs: What? I think you meant spill the milk or let the cat out of the bag.

Lively: Listen I meant what I said.

Biggs: You see, this is the last thing I need right now. I am engaged in a useless bicker session with you...I'm busy Lively. You will have what you need next week for your new segment, so if you excuse me I have pressing things to tend to that have real importance.

Lively then takes his sunglasses from his breast pocket unfolding them as Biggs sits up at his desk looking over the show's run down. Lively shoots a glare toward the GM for a brief moment then like a transformer his look of agression turns into simple smirk of pleasure as he covers his eyes with the mirror reflective sunglasses. The once self proclaimed savior of the sport turns on his heels and heads for the door as we cut elsewhere backstage.

[Ellie] You!

[Sally] Me!? Where!? *Sally looks around, then looks down at her feet, spots herself, and begins to clutch herself* I found her Ellie! Quick, before she gets away!

Ellie, with a sarcastic smile, saunters up to Sally who is busy fixing her outfit. She looks up to loks eyes with Ellie. After a moment with all the tension you'd expect, Sally breaks it off with a cheeky laugh and steps back, pulling some hair back over her ears. Ellie looks not too pleased.

[Ellie] I heard you paid a visit to my husband ...

[Sally] That's a lie! *Sally feigns the indignation and the offense of an Oscar-winning actress* He's not your husband.

[Ellie] He would be if it wasn't for Hurricane Jeff ...

[Sally] And I'd be world champion if it wasn't for Level-One ...

[Ellie] Oh yes, that's right. You lost your little match, didn't you? Well, you at least kept your crown to retain you Queen of Sluts title.

[Sally] There's a crown for that!? I'd better call my manager because I haven't seen in. *Sally ...* And I'll have you know I worked very, very hard to get that title. Maybe not as hard as Biggs though ...

[Ellie] Enough! Ugh, you disgust me. You have no morals.

[Sally] And you have no husband. So I guess we're in the same boat. *Sally flicks out some folds in her outfit, not even bothering to make eye-contact with Ellie now* You know, I bet you were both oh-so excited to finally take that next step in your relationship. You know, having "sexual relations" and all. *Ellie looks to be getting worked up now* And now, you're both left hanging. I don't know how you two can do that. I just don't know. I mean, I bet Biggs' eyes are wandering left and right, up and down. And the first girl that really comes onto him, well ... how could he resist?

[Ellie] Because he loves me! We both love each other.

[Sally] He loves you so much that he had me at his wedding. And who knows if he did or didn't pay off Jeff to come and stop that wedding. I mean Ellie ...

[Ellie] No, Sally! You listen. Just because there are people out to stop us from finally being united in marriage doesn't mean we won't be. We will be married and we will finally be together.

Sally stops playing with her clothes and looks up to Ellie with a curious look.

[Sally] You don't actually think marriage is going to stop Biggs from realising what he really wants, do you? I mean, sure, you'll be happy for the first months, maybe you'll even make it to the first year. Then you guys start thinking about having a family. You get pregnant, and congratulations. Then you start staying at home, because it's not good to travel while expecting. Then Biggs is out on the road, night after night. And he starts to think that maybe he made a mistake a year ago. That he doesn't want this life. And who's still around? That one woman who never gave up on him and showed him a life that he really wanted. Not the white-picket fence cliche, but a real life for people like us. *Ellie looks ready to explode! She's clenching her fists, she's got the stff jaw, and she starting to inch closer and closer to Sally* Nine month he'd have to do this for. Nine long, long months. I don't know about you, but I don't know if I'd be able to satisfy my man when he's in Invercargill and I'm in Seattle ... but if I were in Invercargill too ...

[Eliie] Enough!

Sally stands tall, takes step towards Ellie, almost inviting her to lay one on her, just to prove her point. Ellie holds herself back, but steps closer again. Ellie opens her mouth to say Something, Sally waits. Ellie tries, but she can't. She pushes past Sally, ramming shoulders as she goes. Sally just pivots on teh spot to watch her go, the biggest smile she has worn in weeks across her face as she's left alone.

Harvey: Chris Cyrus versus Sally Talfourd in a Wedding Party Match, next after the break!

TJ, Pete, and Mark are back at a Drive Thru, this time at Sonic. Pete has tater tots, TJ has onion rings and Mark has mozzarella sticks.

Pete: Oh man, these tater tots, they’re just, so, tatery, and so, tottery….

TJ: Yeah and these onion rings, they’re just so, oniony, and so, ringy…

Mark stares blankly at the two of them.

Pete: What about those mozzarella sticks Mark?

TJ: Are they so mozzarellay?

Pete: And are they so stickly?

Mark Mania: Yeah, they’re good.

TJ: Good. But what about them, is it you know, mozzarellay?

Mark Mania: What the *bleep* is mozzarellay?


SIDES

Sonic has them, others don’t.

[biggs]

Paige: The following contest is a Wedding Party Match where the object of the match is to strip your opponent of your wedding wear.

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 wearing a 3 piece tuxedo.

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

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

Paige: And his opponent

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, wearing a 2 piece dress with a jacket. 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.

Wedding Party Match
Chris Cyrus Vs Sally Talfourd


The bell rings and Chris gets a perverted smile on his face as he walks towards Sally and backs her to the corner. Chris goes to grab her but Sally dodges out of the way and gets to the other side of the ring. Chris turns and slowly approaches her again and this time as Sally tries Dodging out of the way, Chris grabs her but Sally thinks quick and knee’s Chris in the groin. Chris bends over holding his groin and Sally pulls Chris vest over his head and starts upper cutting him hockey style and then she pulls off his vest.

Chase: What that even legal?

Harvey: Only way to win is to disrobe your opponent, so I assume anything goes.

Sally throws the vest into the crowd as Chris slowly uses the ropes to pull himself up. Sally goes over and starts punching Chris and brings him to the corner. She gives him a few kicks to the ribs and Sally pulls open Chrises shirt. The buttons pop off falling to the mat and Sally chops Chris. She throws Chris to the opposite corner and then she runs at him, only to eat and elbow. Chris runs out of the corner and clothesline’s Sally. Chrises perverted smile turns into an angry frown as the starts stomping on Sally. Chris picks Sally and hooks her for a suplex. Chris lifts her up and Sally counters by landing behind Chris, grabs his shirt from behind and pulls it off and the fans are cheering.

Harvey: All Chris has left is his pants. Once those are gone, the match is over.

Chase: Come on Chris, take off her Skirt!

Chris gets up quick and spears Sally to the mat. He grabs his shirt from her hand, sits Sally up and starts choking her with the shirt and the ref can’t do anything. After a few seconds of choking, Chris takes the shirt and tosses it outside the ring. Chris lifts her up and drops her with neck breaker. Sally lays on the mat and Chris stands over her. He unzippers her Jacket and with a little struggle, gets it off of her.

Chase: It might not be her Skirt, but it’s a start.

Harvey: I think all the men in the audience are rooting for Cyrus in this one.

Chris picks Sally up and scoop slams her in the middle of the ring. Chris bounces off the ropes and drops a knee drop on Sally’s face. Chris then starts trying to pull off Sally’s skirt but Sally starts kicking her legs and manages to kick Chris in the face a few times, allowing her to get up. Chris charges at her, but she moves, runs off the ropes and takes Chris down with a spinning heel kick. The fans are cheering for Sally as She then jumps on Chris' shoulders for a Hurricanrana, but Chris drops her with a Power Bomb. The crowd boo’s but then Boo’s even more when Chris takes his belt off his pants, folds it in half and walks around the ring hitting all 4 top turn buckles with the belt. Sally is on all fours and Chris goes to bring the belt down across her back, but Sally rolls out of the way, and gives Chris a leg sweep. Chris hit’s the Mat and Sally grabs the belt.

Harvey: Looks like that back fired on Chris.

Chase: This match isn’t fair.

Sally shows the fans the belt and they cheer and she starts whipping him with the belt. Chris screams in pain as he tries running away from her while on his knee’s. Chris gets to the corner and with Sally closes, kicks her in the gut and then plants her with a DDT. Chris tries to ignore the pain from the belt whips as he grabs Sally’s dress top and tries pulling it off, but Sally kicks her leg in the air, connecting Chris between the eyes. Sally gets up and Chris is stumbling from that kick. Sally gets on the ring apron and goes for a Springboard Bulldog, but as she springboards into the ring, Chris catches her and goes for the Straight To Hell, but Sally elbows Chris in the head, breaking free. She gives Chris a few forearm shots, and goes to throw Chris to the corner, but Chris reverses it and Sally heads towards the corner with Chris running behind her. Sally jumps backwards off the bottom rope and lands behind Chris and grabs him, locking in the Sleeper. Chris is fighting it as Sally drags Chris to the middle of the ring. The fans are cheering and Sally brings Chris down to one knee. Chris is still fighting and then Chris goes down on his other knee. He keeps fighting but his eyes are slowly shutting. Chris is shaking his arms trying to get free and then, it stops and his arms go limp. Sally lays Chris on the mat and Chris is out cold. Sally lets go of the hold, Unbuttons Chrises pants and pulls them off, leaving him in his tighty whities for the victory, DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Sally Talfourd

Paige: Here is your winner, via erm...stripping her opponent, Sally Talfourd!

Chase: I can’t believe Chris couldn’t even get her close to being naked.

Harvey: I think we’re all losers in this one.

Sally celebrates her victory as she exit’s the ring. As she’s heading up the ramp, Chris Cyrus comes to. He stands up and realizes that he’s in his tighty whities. Chris quickly tries covering himself up with his hands as he gets out of the ring and runs up the ramp.

Harvey: That sight of Chris Cyrus is something I never want to see again.

Chase: You and I both.

Overdrive goes to commercial.

[biggs]

Paige: Please Welcome at this time. The President of Action Packed Wrestling. The One…The Only…..HURRICANE JEFF!

The Tirantron comes on as Raining Blood by Slayer begins to play.




The APW Faithful jump to their feet as President Jeff walks out wearing a suit and tie outfit and stands at the top of the ramp and looks around the crowd and soaks in all the cheers.

Harvey: President Jeff returned last week and ruined the Wedding between Ellie and Biggs.

Chase: The nerve of that guy.

Jeff walks down to the ring, slapping the hands of the fans reaching for him. Jeff gets to the ring and walks up the ring steps. He walks half way down the apron and looks into the crowd before steeping into the ring through the top and middle rope. Jeff walks over to Nicky Paige and takes the mic from her and Nicky leaves the ring. Jeff stands in the middle of the ring and lifts this mic to his lips as his music cuts off, but before he can speak, the fans begin chanting “Welcome Back, Welcome Back, Welcome Back.” Jeff lowers the mic and just stands there and listens with a smile on my face and then yells into the mic

Jeff: ITS GREAT TO BE BACK!

The crowd cheers as Jeff Continues

Jeff: Six months since I’ve been in an APW ring. And what led me to disappear for a while? Well, let me bring everyone up to speed. It all started at Christmas Chaos last year. I had a match against the president of another wrestling company. Well, things didn’t go exactly as I had planned. I ended up getting ambushed and kidnapped. So without me around to run APW, Biggs and Chris Cyrus stepped up and ran the show. I appreciated it. Most companies would have crumbled and died. But when I came back, they didn’t want to give up their power. So we settled this the only way we know how and that’s with a wrestling match. And it wasn’t just any match. The match took place at the biggest event of the year, Rasslemania VI. Which put The Axis of Awesome against myself and my best friend and long time partner in crime, APW Hall of Famer, Dr. Matt.

Fans cheer in the mention of Dr. Matt and Jeff begins pacing around the ring

Jeff: A match where winner has control over Overdrive. Well, We had the match and we won. We beat them one two three right in this ring. But I guess that wasn’t enough. Biggs got lawyers involved and with a louphole in the contract, Biggs got a rematch between the both of us. And Chris Cyrus was the referee, why, well, he got his referee license weeks before and he can officiate APW matches. Well, you guessed it, I got screwed and Biggs became the General Manager of Overdrive.

The fans begin to boo

Jeff: So what have I been doing for the past few months. Well, I didn’t stay at home sitting on my but, that’s for sure. I stayed Active. I got back into the ring, joined a company called North Star Championship Wrestling, a small indy company based out of North Dakota. And I’ve been doing some promotional work for APW. And I’ve been working on some business deals. But I must say though, Biggs hasn’t done the worst job as a General Manager. He did better than that guy I hired to run Meltdown two years ago. Remember Meltdown?….yah, I don’t blame you for forgetting about that. But I will give credit where credit is due. To my surprise, Biggs has ran Overdrive very well. Ratings are up, the locker room is happy and he puts one some of the best wrestling shows on TV today. And that brings me to why I’m back.

About a month ago, I was sitting at home, watching Overdrive and I’ll admit. I missed the arena shows. I missed hearing 20 thousand fans cheering and chanting my name every Thursday Night. And then, the light bulb went over my head as soon as the wedding between Ellie and Biggs was announced. What’s a wedding without some one ruining it, and who better than me.

The fans cheer.

Jeff: Last week when I made my big surprise return, it confirmed my feeling for this business. I don’t belong sitting on the sidelines watching someone run a show that I created and build from the ground up. I belonged in this ring, making matches that all you fans want to see!

The fans cheer again

Jeff: So consider this announcement not only of my return to Action Packed Wrestling. But of me taking back control of Overdrive. So Biggs, I know we signed a contract but we can either do this the easy way and you hand control of Overdrive back to me, or we do this the hard way and I take it from you, your choice Biggs!

Jeff waits and then



The arena erupts in Boo’s as Biggs, Chris Cyrus and Ellie make their way down to the ring. Ignoring the fans. Biggs walks around the ring and grabs a mic from the times keeper table and gets in the ring and is followed by Ellie and Chris. Biggs stands across the ring from Jeff and waits for some of the boos to subside before beginning to speak.

Biggs: Last Thursday was supposed to be the best day of mine and Ellie's lives, the day where we were finally joined as man and wife, to live happily ever after. But in all honesty, we should have known better than to try and have our big day in the ring. I mean when has a wrestling wedding ever gone without a hitch? Still, this fact does not excuse you for your actions last week, Jeff!

The fans pop at the mention of President Jeff. Biggs has a scowl across his face as Ellie cringes at the cheers for Jeff, covering her ears. Biggs continues.

Biggs: You see, what you did last week was stick your nose in business that wasn't yours! Sure, you probably harbors a grudge against me for beating you for control of Overdrive, but the way you went about settling that grudge was quite simply in poor taste! What kind of guy goes around crashing a wedding because he's pissed at the groom!? Not a very decent guy, I can tell you that.And you see, Jeff, I can handle the fact that you've got a beef with me. Cyrus and I were able to pull one over on you big time, and it embarassed you. I can understand that you'd want to try and get even with me for the way that The Axis of Awesome outsmarted you. The fact that you took your shot to get back at me doesn't bother me so much as the fact that it effected my beautiful fiance, Ellie! You ruined her wedding, Jeff, you really did, and I think it's only fair that you apologize to her right now!

The fans pop as Slayer's “Raining Blood” blares over the speakers and President Jeff appears on the stage. The cheers are deafening as the owner of APW soaks in the adulation of the crowd!

Jeff: Biggs, as you know, this is the first time I've had to opportunity to say anything on Overdrive in months, and you've got to be crazy to think I'm going to waste my words on apologizing to you and Ellie here tonight, because quite frankly, neither one of you deserve an apology!

This draws a loud pop from the fans.

Biggs: How dare you! The fact of the matter is that Ellie and I were never actually declared man and wife, I never got to kiss the bride, and we aren't married, all because you want your show back! If anyone's coming out of this situation looking bad, Jeff, it's you!

Jeff: You're right, I do want my show back, so that's why I'm challenging you to a match at One Night in Hell for control of Overdrive! I'll even let you pick the stipulation!

The fans cheer the prospect of this match!

Harvey: Oh my gosh! President Jeff versus Biggs at One Night in Hell for control of Overdrive! What a match!

Chase: Biggs hasn't accepted yet!

Biggs waits for a moment, thinking about what he's going to say next as the fans get a “Let's go Jeff! Let's go Jeff!” chant going. Once the chant begins to die down, Biggs speaks.

Biggs: All you people sure would love to see a match between Jeff and myself at One Night in Hell, wouldn't you?

The fans cheer with approval.

Biggs: Well, Jeff, my answer is no!

Loud boos fill the arena, while a rude chant that rhymes with “Chickenhit” gets started. Biggs is grinning from ear to ear as the fans boo him at the top of their lungs!

Biggs: And it's not because I don't want to fight you, Jeff. Believe me, I want to knock your block off for what you did to Ellie and me last week. But I'm not going to let you exploit my emotions in order to get a match that benefits only you. Sure, control of Overdrive would be on the line, but I already control Overdrive. What's in it for me?

Biggs strikes his signature grin again as he waits for Jeff's response. Jeff doesn't hesitate with his answer at all.

Jeff: What's in it for you? How about this. If you win, I'll give you complete ownership of APW!

Harvey: The stakes have just been raised!

Jeff sticks out his hand, looking for a handshake. Biggs looks down at Jeff's hand with disdain, before reaching out and accepting the handshake.

Biggs: You're on!

The fans pop huge for this.

Biggs: And Jeff, you said I get to pick the stipulation, so I'm going to do just that. In this situation, there's only one stipulation that seems appropriate, an I Quit Match!

Jeff: I couldn't agree with you more!

Biggs: Come One Night in Hell, I will rid APW of Hurricane Jeff once and for all!

Jeff: We'll see about that!

APW Overdrive cuts to commercial with a tense stand-off in the ring between Biggs and Jeff.

[biggs]

The scene cuts to Mark Mania backstage in his locker room with his associate Emily. Emily is sitting on the couch while Mark has one boot up on the couch while he’s tying it. They’re watching the TV that has recently played his Sonic commercial.

Mark Mania: I don’t know Emily, I feel like a sellout, this looks ridiculous. I should be paying more attention to Level-One than filming commercials.

Emily: Those were filmed in what, three hours? And made you how much money?

Mark Mania: I know, I know, but, do you think I look stupid?

Emily: No! It’s funny, adds a lighter side to you.

Mark Mania: Just what I’m sure Level-One wants to see before a match, a lighter side of his opponent.

Emily: Alright, so maybe the placement of the ad wasn’t the best thing in the world. But, you and Level-One have done as much talking as you can before this match, now it all comes down to what happens in the ring.

Mark puts down his leg after finishing the boot and jumps around a bit to loosen himself up.

Mark Mania: I know, I know, but, I just see that Level-One has this completely different idea of me. Like, how does he not understand that I wasn’t pretending to be Crazy Joe? He has all the information in the world about Mark Mania, but he doesn’t understand that I had amnesia? Well, amnesia that turned into schizophrenia, but, it started as amnesia. Yet, Level-One and his thick skull still think that the entire idea of Crazy Joe was just some big game to me. I was schizophrenic!

Emily: Yeah, you should probably stop yelling that out loud. Not really doing a whole lot for your new image.

Mark Mania: Image? Screw my damn image, I’m about to give everyone in the APW an image. Mark Mania standing over Level-One victorious.

At this a man knocks on the door on Mark Mania’s dressing room. Mark walks over to the door and opens it. It’s a young APW intern.

Intern: They’re ready for you Mr. Mania.

Mark cracks his neck and loosens himself up one more time.

Mark Mania: Now or never.

[biggs]

Harvey: Its time for the main event

Chase: This is a Pay Per View caliber match up. Anything could happen here.

Harvey: Lets go to the ring for the introduction.

Paige: The following Contest is your scheduled Main Event of the Evening.

"This Means War" by Busta Rhymes plays out over the loud speaker as on the jumbo tron a giant video of Mark Mania's career highlights plays. Mark Mania walks out from behind the curtain with his arms in the air.

Paige: Introducing first, weighing in at 235 pounds, MARK MANIA!

He comes out in a full suit, as he is walking down the ramp he offers arrogant yet charming looks to crowd as he removes the suit coat, tie, and shirt while walking down the ramp and throws them into the crowd. He slides in ring under the bottom rope and lifts his arms to the crowd before entering his corner.

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

Paige: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 262 pounds, he is the current APW Heavyweight champion...Level-One!!!

Level-One puts his title on his shoulder and slowly begins to walk down the ramp, being booed loudly by the crowd. Level-One stops before eyeing down a fan, mocking the fan in the process. Level-One turns, and climbs up onto the apron. He climbs up turn-buckle, hoisting his title high in the air. Level-One hops down, and awaits for the fight in-front of him.

Non Title Match
Level One Vs Mark Mania

The two men meet in the middle of the ring and begin exchanging words. Level One shoves Mark and Mark stumbles back, and comes back, shoving Level One. Level One smiles and then goes for a big punch, which Mark ducks and then Mark starts taking it to Level One with punches of his own. The fans cheer for Mark as he gets Level One to the corner and pummels him with punches. Mark doesn’t stop until Level One is on the mat and Mark starts stomping him and Level One manages to roll out of the ring.

Harvey: Mark is here to show the world that he can go toe to toe with the champ and in the early seconds of this match, showed it.

Level One tries to regroup outside the ring, but Mark exit’s the ring and goes right after Level One. Level One begins running around the ring and eventually slides in. Mark slides in following him, but Level One cuts him off by diving to the mat, with an elbow to the back of Mark’s head. Level One begins stomping on the head of Mark before lifting him up and bring him to the corner. A few forearm shots to the jaw dazes Mark. Level One then brings his hand back and chops Mark in the chest. Mark grabs his chest and Level One pulls Mark out of the corner and snap suplexes him in the middle of the ring. Level One covers
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Chase: So much for Mark going toe to toe with the champ here tonight!

Level One picks Mark up and punches him towards the ropes and then chops him again. Level One then throws Mark into the ropes. Mark hit’s the ropes and comes back ducking a clothesline from Level One. Mark grabs the ropes, stopping him from running and Level One charges at him and Mark pulls down the ropes and Level One goes over and lands on the floor. Mark gets on the ring apron and as Level One gets up, Mark dives off with a clothesline, taking Level One back down. Mark jumps up and the fans cheer for him. Mark then picks Level One up and smashes his face into the ring apron before grabbing him and throwing him into the ring apron. The ref is at a count of 4, but Mark rolls into the ring and back out, breaking the count.

Chase: The ref should disqualify Mark for doing that. The match needs to take place into the ring.

Mark walks towards Level One who then throws a kick into the gut of Mark before grabing him and, lifting him up and dropping his ribs first on top of the ring barrier. Mark grabs his ribs and Level One suplexes him on the protective mat. Level One gets into the ring and waits for Mark. The ref is at a count of 5 and Mark is slowly getting up. Mark is up at the count of 8 and goes to slide into the ring. Level One goes for an elbow drop on Mark as he slides in, but Mark see’s this coming and slides out of the ring and Level One hit’s the mat. Mark jumps up on the ring barrier and spears Level One through the ropes and then dives over the ropes with a sun set flip for the cover
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Harvey: Mark just outsmarted Level One there.

Chase: Big deal, he’s still not going to win.

Both guys get to their feet and Mark blocks a punch from Level One and comes back with punches of his own. He kicks Level One in the gut, bounces off the ropes and gives him a swinging neck breaker. Level One gets up and stumbles to the corner and Mark runs at him with a jumping forearm shot to the face and connects. Level One sumbles out of the corner, Mark kicks him, hooks him up for a suplex. He lifts Level One up and drops him with a brain buster. Mark covers
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Mark gets on top of Level One and begins punches him in the face a few times before getting up and pulls Level One to his feet. Mark gives Level at round house kick that sends him to the corner. Mark climbs up and begins punching Mark and the fans count along

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Level One grabs Mark and walks out of the corner and power bombs him in the middle of the ring and then falls on top of him for a cover
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Chase: You see that Darren. Just when you think Level One is in trouble, he fools everyone.

Level One life Mark up and brings him to the corner and starts spearing him in the corner. Level One then throws Mark to the opposite corner. Mark hit’s the corner and falls to the mat. Level One goes over and Mark begins getting up on all fours and Level One kicks him in the ribs. Mark grabs his ribs and Level One picks Mark up and places him throat first on the middle ropes and starts choking him. The ref counts to 4 and Level one gets off, runs off the ropes and jumps on the back of Mark, forcing this throat into the ropes. Mark gasp for air as Level One grabs him and gives him the Randy Orton back breaker. Level One covers without hooking the leg.
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Harvey: If he wants to put Mark away, he’s gonna have to hook the leg. Too much as stake for Mark to just quit like this

Level One picks Mark up and brings him to the corner and chops him, which can be hear all through out the arena. Level One then grabs Mark and gives him a Belly to Belly suplex. Mark lands in the middle of the ring and then grabs Mark’s legs and locks in the Boston Crab. Mark screams as he reaches for the ropes, but Level One sits on Mark’s lower back

Chase: Its over now. Mark has no where’s to go.

The ref checks for a tap, but there’s none. The fans begin cheering for Mark, Rallying behind him and Mark is finding strength and is able to crawl to the ropes causing Level One to break the hold. Level One stomps on Mark a few times before pulls him up to his feet and then picks him up for a suplex and holds him in the air for about ten seconds before dropping him. Level One covers
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Chase: What power by Level One.

Harvey: I’ll admit, it was impressive

Level One picks Mark up, body slams him and then goes out on the ring apron and begins climbing the turn buckle. Level One gets to the top and leaps off for a high risk maneuver. He goes for a leg drop, but Mark rolls out of the way and Level One lands hard on his ass. Level One grabs his butt while sitting on the mat. Mark gets up and kicks Level One in the chest. He picks Level One up and throws him into the ropes, but Level One reverses it and lowers his head. Mark comes back, stops in front of Level One, picks him up and plants him with a Piledriver. Both guys are out on the mat.

Harvey: It’s a whole new ball game now. Still anybodies match

The ref begins counting both men out. The ref gets to 9 and their both in their feet. Level One and Mark are face to face and exchange punches. Mark gains the upper hand and punches Level One to the ropes and then throws him, but Level One reverses it and Mark comes back off the ropes, connecting with a flying elbow. Level One hits the mat and bounces back up. Mark kicks him, and gives him a Fisherman suplex into a cover
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Both get up and Level One goes for a clothesline, Mark ducks, kicks Level One and DDT’s him. Mark covers again
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The fans start chanting for Mark who is waiting for Level One to get to his feet. He does and Mark bounces off the ropes and Level One catches him with a big boot to the face. Level One covers
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Level One picks Mark up, goes for a slam, but Mark lands behind Level One. Level goes for a Pele Kick, but Mark moves and Level One hit’s the mat. Mark grabs Level around the waist and connects with a German Suplex and bridges for the cover
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Harvey: Wow, many near falls here

Mark waits for Level One to get up, he does and Mark goes for his finisher, the Mania Madness, but Level One is able to counter quickly with a back drop. Level One then throws Mark into the ropes and connects with a Spinebuster. Level One doesn’t waste time as he picks Mark up, hooks up and drops him with the Level Advance. Level One covers hooking the leg
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Harvey: UNBELIEVEABLE!

Chase: NO WAY! SLOW COUNT BY THE REF!!!

The arena erupts in cheers as Level One gets in the ref’s face. The ref tells him it’s a two count and Level One punches out the ref. Level One begins stalking Mark and John Green begins making his way out to the ring. Level One doesn’t see him and John slides into the ring behind Level One, spins him around and plants him with the Head Splitter. John puts Mark on top of Level and John wakes up the ref. The ref counts
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THE REF IS PULLED OUT OF THE RING BY YOUNG MANNIE!

Harvey: What’s he doing out here!

Mannie punches the ref and John Green comes over and starts fighting with Mannie. Sally comes out to the ring with a chair in hand. She gets into the ring and both Mark and Level One are getting to their feet. Sally swings the chair at Level One who ducks and Sally nails Mark. Sally reaction clearly shows she screwed up as Level One grabs Sally and throws her over the top rope, landing on John and Mannie. Level One picks Mark up, lifts him on his shoulders and nails the Darkness Shrine. Level One covers but the ref is only getting up now. Level One see’s this, quickly slides outside the ring, rolls the ref in, then pulls Mark near the ref who’s laying on the corner and covers Mark
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Ding Ding Ding

Winner: Level One

Harvey: Mark’s foot was on the rope.

Level One see’s Mark’s foot and knocks it off the ropes as he gets to his feet.

Chase: Foot on what ropes Darren?

Harvey: Don’t play stupid, you saw it too

Level One’s music hits and Level One begins to celebrate and Nicky Paige gives him his title back. Level One exit’s the ring as John gets in to check on Mark. Sally then gets into the ring and you can see her apologizing to him. And Mannie goes over and heads up the ramp with Level One.

Chase: What a great main event. But the question still remines, who will be the 6th person in the Elimination Chamber?

Harvey: I’m curious to find out as well, but Mark Mania shouldn’t have lost this match. His foot was on the rope, the count should have been stopped.

Chase: Never happened Darren. Mark Mania lost fair and square.

Harvey: That’s all the time we have, join us next Thursday. Same time, same channel.

The APW copyright logo comes on the screen as Level One stares down at the ring as Mark Mania is getting to his feet and looks up the ramp at Level One who is holding his title in the air.