Overdrive- Jakarta, Indonesia (09/30/10)

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Loud pyrotechnics shoot from the stage as the theme music continues to blare! The camera pans throughout the BritAma Arena as the fan cheer at the top of their lungs!

Harvey: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Thursday Night Overdrive! We're here in Jakarta, Indonesia, and our international fans get quite the show tonight!

Chase: That they do, partner! We have two huge tag team matches scheduled for tonight, as Mark Mania and John Green team up to take on the #1 Contenders for the Tag Team Titles, C.J. Gates and Blade! And in our main event, the APW Heavyweight Champion Level-One teams up our General Manager, Biggs to take on the team of Sally Talfourd and Pence Weatherlight!

Harvey: Those are two huge matches, but lets not forget that tonight we get to see Victor Hades and Criss Cassidy go one on one, as well as a return bout from a couple of weeks ago, Branden Harvey versus Eric Steel!

Chase: Also, unfortunately we also get to witness the debut of Michael Lively's new Talk Show, Revelations! I can only wonder what that idiot will say now that he has his own talk show!

Harvey: Well folks, we have a lot of action to get to, so let's get started with our first match!

Slowly walking out to his theme of Beethoven’s Seventh Symphony, The Number has no pyro, but laser light projections are constantly putting out what he deems as art, perfectly symmetrical shapes, up and down the aisle, as random equations flash in red and black numerals against a white background on the 'titantron'.

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 260 pounds, from Henderson, Nevada, The Number!

Harvey: The Number is the #1 Contender for Shaun Kilgore's Overdrive Championship, and tonight, he gets to face one of Kilgore's running buddies, George Dunpork!

He enters the ring in the exact middle of the apron, going through the middle rope, so as to be symmetrically aligned when he enters. Turning around ever so slightly, The Number stands against the middle of the ropes as he looks to the entryway.

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

Paige: And his opponent, accompanied by “The Excellent Gordie” Gordon Heath and Craig “Senior” Mueller, weighing in at 325 pounds, from Coppell, Texas, George Dunpork!

Harvey: Oh great. It looks like Dunpork has brought some backup.

Chase: Do you think The Number is running an equation to figure out the probability of this being a fair fight?

George and Craig are carrying open bags of peanuts with them. As they walk down to the ring, they take continuously take the peanuts out of the bag, hurling them at the fans at ringside. George enters the ring, removes the football helmet, and the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

The Number vs. George Dunpork

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The match begins with George Dunpork and The Number locking up in the center of the ring. The Number, using his strength as an advantage, takes control of the lock-up, and send Dunpork bouncing off the ropes with an Irish Whip. On the rebound, The number catches Dunpork with a hard knee to the stomach, doubling Dunpork over, then The Number delivers a stiff European Uppercut, knocking Dunpork onto the mat. The Number doesn't waste any time, and locks in a hard sleeperhold. Dunpork doesn't tap, but he slowly begins drifting into an unconscious state. Before he can, he reaches back and pokes The Number in the eye, forcing him to let go. Dunpork comes to his feet quickly, while The Number is still holding his eyes, and catches The Number in the stomach with a knee, which leads to a hard pumphandle slam.

Harvey: And George Dunpork with a hard pumphandle slam!

Chase: I don't want to hear the words 'Dunpork' and 'hard' in the same sentence, ever again.

Dunpork doesn't waste any time on The Number, delivering quick kicks to The Number while he lays on his back on the mat. Dunpork grabs The Number by the hair, after his stomping barrage, and lifts The Number in the air and drops him with a devastating Gorilla Press Slam. The crowd claps after the act of strength, and Dunpork goes for the pin!

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The Number throws his elbow up, and Dunpork begins disputing the call with the referee.

Harvey: I feel like we almost saw the end of the match, right there.

Chase: Dunpork's so fat, how did The Number kick out?

The Number slowly works his way to his feet, while Dunpork still argues with the referee. The Number takes a running go, and lands a hard clothesline to the back of the neck of Dunpork, knocking him chest first into the ropes. Dunpork bounces backward towards The Number, and this causes The Number to catch Dunpork in another sleeperhold, but he brings him around into a neckbreaker for the Multiplication Table. The Number goes for a quick pin after the Multiplication Table, for-going The Symmetry!

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Close! But Dunpork gets his shoulder up!

Harvey: What a move from The Number there! I never get tired of seeing The Multiplication Table!

Chase: I always get tired of you saying cliché things like that.

The Number rises to his feet, and begins stalking Dunpork. George, who's still holding his neck, begins rising to his feet slowly. The Number takes a running go, throws his shoulder into Dunpork, knocks him to the mat, and begins to apply The Symmetry! Dunpork struggles with the move in the beginning, but slowly works his way to the ropes! Dunpork extends his hand towards the rope, getting closer and closer.

Chase: Oh man, can Dunpork grab the ropes?!

Dunpork reaches for the ropes one last time, but misses! The referee begins checking with Dunpork, but George refuses to tap! Slowly, The Number leans back even more, but Craig Mueller is in the ring and attacks him from behind, drawing the disqualification! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: The Number[/center]

The fans boo loudly as Shaun Kilgore runs down the ramp and joins Mueller in the ring, stomping the living daylight out The Number! Dunpork is still in pain, but manages to get to his feet, and joins in stomping on The Number!

Harvey: This is uncalled for! Ever since The Number won the battle royale, he's been attacked left and right by The Greatness!

Chase: You mean The Empire, Harvey. Didn't you get the memo?

Harvey: What memo?

Chase: That they've dubbed the alliance between themselves and the Red Shield Mafia as The Empire!

Harvey: How can you be talking about stable names when they're beating The Number in there from pillar to post!?

By this point, Heath has slid a table into the ring, which he and Kilgore set up near the corner while The Sports Nutz continue to beat down The Number! Once the table is set up, Kilgore climbs to the top rope and motions for the Nutz to bring The Number over. They oblige, lifting him up and sitting him on the turnbuckle while Kilgore stands behind him! Kilgore reaches down and applies the Iron Claw to the shoulder of The Number before pulling him up and slamming him through the table with The Ender! The fans are in an uproar as Kilgore sits on the top turnbuckle with an arrogant smile on his face as he looks down at the number one contender for his title!

Harvey: This match was nothing more than a darn set up for Kilgore to send a message to The Number!

Chase: It's a pretty powerful message, if you ask me!

Kilgore and the Nutz look very pleased with their work as APW cuts backstage. The camera fades out and in on Biggs, sitting at a desk all professional like. He's staring at a PC monitor, and, from the sounds of things, he's watching the tail end of episode 20 of Happy Endings. As it rolls credits, he rolls his eyes and clicks the screen closed. He goes to stand up and leave, but suddenly a dainty hand is on his chest, pushing him back toward the chair. Sally Talfourd walks into shot as Biggs falls back into his seat.

Sally: Hello there Biggs. How are you?

Biggs: Sally. Wouldn't your time be better spent preparing for our match later tonight, rather than harassing me?

Sally: Harassing you? What you call harassment ...

Biggs: The police call stalking.

Sally lets out a laugh, then starts to toy around with her hair. She goes to sit on the edge of the desk, crosses her legs over. She adjusts her skirt, then picks up a random pen and starts to chew on the end of it.

Sally: Very funny boss. Are you excited for our match tonight then? What, is it like our third match? Fourth?

Biggs: I'm not keeping count Sally. And no, I'm not excited about our match in which you are only one of four people. In fact, after watching your last episode of your webisode series I'm almost regretting booking the match at all. How is it that everything ends up being about you and me in your warped mind?

Sally: Hey, look, I'm just turning up each week. I don't put me in matches with you. I don't ask myself to be at your wedding. I don't put the focus of the company on me. It's all you, babe. And you don't have to have a warped mind to see that, you know, it's all about me. Because ... what have you been doing with Ellie recently?

Biggs: Keeping her out of trouble. She's in somewhat of a fragile state after the wedding incident. I'd rather keep her as far away from ... stressful situations that come into my office.

Sally: Awww, isn't that sweet of you. You send her away and it leaves ... *Sally stops to think, and then it dawns on her* you and me, right? Isn't that just handy for us. You know, if you'd like to do some training with me *Sally leans toward Biggs, hand on his hand on the armrest, nearly nose-to-nose* I'd be more than happy to accommodate you.

There's an awkward silence as Sally stays uncomfortably close to Biggs. He goes to clear his throat, sits up, but can't get his hand free from Sally, or put enough distance between the two.

Biggs: Sally, let go of me.

Sally slowly lifts up her hand, dragging her fingers across the back of his hand. She sits back with a smile, then pushes off from the desk and dusts off the back of her skirt. She looks over her shoulder, down to Biggs who has wisely remained seated. She gives him a wink, then skips on out of the room. Overdrive goes to a commercial break.

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Nicky Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring from St. Louis Missouri Reid Jackson!!!

The lights in the arena begin flashing when sirens begin blaring out over the P.A. System as "Accidents" begins playing. Reid Jackson steps out onto the entrance ramp. He pauses at the top of the ramp, lowers his head, and says a quick prayer. He then runs down the ramp, slides underneath the bottom rope, and rises to one knee. There, he slaps his chest once with each hand, and then rises to his feet.

"Fight Song" starts as we hear the opening drums and riffs as the arena lights go out and are replaced by green strobe lights. The opening line of the song starts as we hear Fight!!! come over the PA loudly followed by Come On and the sound of a bell as Slade throws back the curtain and walks out onto the stage wearing his trademark black sunglasses and black ring jacket with "Main Man" in green on the back. Slade stares out at the crowd before starting his walk down the ramp as he shakes hands with several of the fans he passes on his way down the ramp.

Nicky Paige: And his opponent coming to the ring from Denton Texas Slade “Main Man” Craven!!!

Slade reaches the bottom of the ramp and starts to walk around the ring before stopping at a set of ring steps as he walks up them and climbs into the ring. Slade steps through the middle and top rope and enters the ring as he walks across the ring and climbs onto a turnbuckle climbing up to the top of the turnbuckle as he raises his arms high in the air getting a great reaction from the crowd.

Slade climbs off the corner and removes his ring jacket and sunglasses before handing putting them out of the ring as he stretches and waits for the bell to sound.

Slade Craven vs. Reid Jackson

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The bell sounds to start off the match as Reid & Slade stare one another down as they circle the ring before locking up. Reid gets the upper hand on Slade with a quick go behind as he picks Slade up and slams him to the mat keeping a grip on his waist as Slade tries sitting up. Slade sits up as Reid keeps his grip on Slade’s waist as Slade tried to elbow Reid to get loose but he’s unable to as Reid finally lets go of Slade waist and quickly kicks him in the back

Darren Harvey:Reid is quick to strike on Slade as he’s got the experienced Craven on his back.”

Slade gets to his feet as Reid follows up with a knee to the gut before grabbing Slade as he takes him down with a Judo throw going down to the mat with Slade as Reid keeps control of Slade mounting him as he hammers him with fist to the face as Slade tries covering up

Johnny Chase:Your right Darren. Reid is putting on a clinic so far.

Slade continues to cover up finally getting Reid off of him as he gets to his feet only to walk into a right hand from Reid that knocks him back. Reid grabs Slade as he throws him into a corner. Reid charges towards the corner but Slade moves out of harms way as Reid crashes chest first into the corner Slade quickly turns around and grabs Reid from behind as he drops him with a reverse DDT. Slade pulls Reid away from the corner and goes for a cover 1...Reid kicks out

Darren Harvey:Odd for Slade to be going for a pin this early. I think Reid’s throws are getting to him.

Slade gets to his feet as Reid does the same Slade grabs Reid and scoop slams him to the mat Slade measures Reid as he leaps off his feet and connects with a leg drop across the throat of Reid. Slade gets back up to his feet as Reid gasp for air while slowly getting up. Reid gets to his feet as Slade grabs hold of him but Reid counters Slade locking his hands as he tosses Slade over his head with a belly to belly suplex. Slade crashes hard down to the mat as Reid scrambles to cover Slade 1..2...Craven kicks out. Reid glance at the referee as he tells him it was a two count. Reid stares down at Slade as he stomps him quickly before picking him up. Reid whips Slade into the ropes but Slade hooks the top rope stopping himself as Reid looks at him and charges towards Slade who drops his shoulder and sends Reid up and over the ropes and out to the floor as Reid lands hard on the floor. Slade turns around and looks outside the ring as he sees Reid laying on the floor

Johnny Chase:Looks like Slade has got something up his sleeve.

Slade runs towards the ropes on the other side of the ring as we see Reid slowly making his way up to his feet outside the ring. Slade bounces off the ropes and comes back towards the other end of the ring where Reid is standing outside as we see Slade come flying over the top rope with some form of a corkscrew flip as he lands on Reid as Reid falls to the floor and Slade lands on the floor as well as the crowd goes nuts

Darren Harvey:Good god what a dive from Slade Craven. He cleared the top rope and took down Reid Jackson with ease.

Both men slowly gets to there feet as the referee is counting them both out on the floor both men roll into the ring at the same time breaking the count as they each get to there feet Reid connects with a right hand as Slade answers with one of his own. Reid throws another right as Slade does the same before finally Reid grabs Slade as he locks his hands for another belly to belly but Slade starts to fight out of it as he head butts Reid forcing Reid to release his grip as Slade grabs Reid and throws Reid to the mat with a belly to belly of his own

Johnny Chase:Slade broke Reid Jackson’s grip and connected with his own throw on Reid.

Slade gets to his feet as he picks Reid up Reid elbows Slade getting free as he quickly goes behind Slade and connects with a German suplex into a bridge 1..2..Slade kicks out both men scramble to there feet as Reid attempts a clothesline on Slade but Slade ducks and nails Reid with a CLIQ KICK as Red falls to the mat while Slade does the same as the referee starts the ten count

The referee starts the ten count as both men are laying on the mat

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Both men slowly get to there feet as Reid is still feeling the effects of that Cliq Kick from Slade as Slade throws a right hand as Reid answers with one of his own. Both men exchange shots in the middle of the ring as the crowd gets behind Craven who gets a shot from Reid that rocks him Reid throws Craven into the ropes catching him off the ropes with a picture perfect belly to belly throw that sends Craven across the ring and to the mat

Darren Harvey:A nice throw from Reid Jackson on Slade Craven. And now Craven is outside the ring,

Craven slowly gets to his feet as he’s outside the ring holding his back in pain. Reid walks across the ring reaching over the top rope as he grabs Craven and pulls him up onto the apron Reid tries to bring Craven into the ring with a suplex but Craven counters. Craven elbows Reid several time forcing him away from the ropes as Craven uses the ropes as he springs off them for a clothesline but Craven misses as Reid ducks Craven lands on his feet turning around as Reid lands a hard forearm shot to the face before kicking Craven in the gut as he lifts him up and connects with THE SCARRING as he rolls Craven over and makes the pin

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Winner: Reid Jackson[/center]

Nicky Paige: Here’s your winner of the match, by pinfall, Reid Jackson!!!

Harvey: Another big win for Reid Jackson this week! That's two wins in two weeks!

Chase: His APW career has certainly gotten off to a good start!

The ref raises Jackson's arm in victory as "Accidents" plays over the speakers. APW goes to a commercial break.

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*Overdrive comes back to commercial with the Camera panning in a close-up of the IWF World Tag Titles on the waist of the RSM, And it backs out showing them standing in the ring as the crowd heavily boos*

(Nero seems too be annoyed as he places the microphone near his mouth and slicks his hair back)

Nero: Excuse me.....poor people! A rich important person is talking now! Not only are getting on my nerves but you so ugly! See this why I am the Heartbreaker of APW, Women fall into my arms and they melt with warmness! I'm not here too brag on that subject though...I mean it's only public knowledge I'm better than all of you scum! What I'm here for and what my partner is here for is too address a travisty! A matter of poor match calling and injustice, See the RSM are not annouced for the One Night In Hell PPV! See this is why we have a problem.....And since the only people who put asses in seats are left off the card because of corrupt ring official! I say we throw an Open Challege at the PPV against any team between now and before the PPV! If there man enough will accpet any takers! All you have do is anwser the challenge on Overdrive next or maybe tonight! But whoever does just know our prized belts are not on the line! See haven't been cleared but theres way more on the line too be won if think you hang with us! See if you get the ring you will be able too say.......(Mocks opponent) Hey I lost too the RSM, I've will be in the history books for years too come! I dare anyone in this or company too take this challenge! Will be in the lockeroom waiting!

(Nero passes the microphone to Kingston)

JR: I'm not here too talk much too send out a warning I haven't broken someone's jaw or spirit in a while! So whoever plans to take this challenge expect a whole another level of pain that has'nt been seen by us since we debuted against Bryan Payne! He won't admit it but ever since we did that it took years and so much time of his career! He is still hurting and couping with this pain! I want a real challenge a real shot of glory! I'm done playing games.....I'm done playing politics! I'm done joking around! The Empire is here and the RSM Era has just risen!

(JR and Nero get a serious look and raise the IWF Tag Titles above their heads as they finish by saying the signature catchphrase)

RSM: We Want This S*** Forever!

"Forever" by Drake, begins to play as the two men stand triumphantly in the ring as the camera switches to backstage.

(Cutting backstage, we see we’re in the dark parking lot at Overdrive, and The Number is in the center of our view. Still, the camera man is quick to pan around at what surrounds him. The strange man is in the middle of at least fifteen or twenty tables set up around him. On the table just to the right of The Number, is a large analog clock.)

The Number = Tables, tables everywhere, and not a man to put through them. But we will fix this, we will fix this, oh yes, we will, soon enough, yes, too soon for Shaun Kilgore, yes, unfortunately for him, oh yes, I will teach him to fear me, yes, repetition is the best teacher, yes, that and a firm hand do deliver such lessons.

(The Number actually starts laughing at this, a deep, hearty laugh that might pass as a happy tone, in most people. Still, with this man, it comes off as kind of creepy. After long moments of his dark, disturbing laughter, the man takes the clock in his hands and puts it right next to his face, brushing his cheek.)

The Number = All any student needs is time and repetition, before even the dullest of minds absorb the knowledge their teachers might try to press into them. You see, Kilgore, I have all patience in the world, to teach you my lessons, but we do not have all the time in world, oh no, certainly not, no, only so much is allowed, after all…ten minutes, in fact.

(The Number winds the clock back until it reaches 11:50, and lets it start to tick off again.)

The Number = Picture this, Shaun Kilgore, for One Night in Hell. A ten minute timer starts to tick down, once that bell rings; only ten minutes, one might say, and yet when our match is over, I think you will be lamenting these long minutes. You will say that those ten minutes seemed to have stretched onward and onward, so that it seemed as though an hour or two had passed. You see, I will have put you through at least half of the number of tables you see here. Ahh, but I get ahead of myself; let me clearly explain the challenge I lay out before you.

(The Number has about four or five feet of free space around him, and under the table is a dummy with long blonde hair. It’s a weighed, blobby mass, rather than a stiff mannequin. He power-bombs the dummy through the table to his left, and immediately grabs it up. A moment later, he sidewalk slams it through another, and stays on the ground, to look up at the camera.)

The Number = Time and repetition, that’s what one must do to learn their times tables. And that is what must be done, on October the 23rd, Shaun Kilgore, for a man to win the Times Tables match that I have devised. Just who can put their opponent through the most tables in ten minutes? That is the match I propose to you, though I think you will be a coward and not accept. That is why I am going to try and leverage the championship committee into seeing it my way. After all, I don’t spend my money on much, so why not take some of what sitting in my bank account, to convince them that this match needs to happen. I want to see you go through table, after table, and multiply your pain exponentially, after each one I send you crashing through. Yes, it is the perfect way to demonstrate to you just how angry I am and the slights have you and your associates have affronted me with. Get ready to go back to grade school, Shaun Kilgore, because the Times Tables match WILL HAPPEN, and I WILL make you suffer!

(The Number starts laughing louder than before, when he gets up and tiger suplex’s the dummy through another table, before the camera cuts back to the arena.)

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

The fans get up to their feet and cheer as “Shooting Star,” by Black Stone Cherry begins to play and C.J. Gates and Blade make their entrance into the arena! C.J. Is wearing his trademark cowboy hat and “Go Big or Go Home” T-Shirt, and bounces around at the entrance a bit before starting to make his way to the ring. Gate bounces to the beat of the song, while Blade slaps fives with the fans.

Paige: Making their way to the ring first, at a combined weight of 450 pounds, the team of Blade and C.J. Gates!

Harvey: Here come the number one contenders for the Tag Team Titles, currently held by the Sports Nutz! Blade and Gates have been on a roll as of late!

Chase: I won't argue that, but while they've beaten both the Nutz in singles competition, they haven't beaten them as a team!

Once both men are in the ring, they mount opposite turnbuckles, raising their arms in the air, prompting loud cheers from the fans! Once they pop down, Gates hands his hat off carefully, while Blade shakes the refs hand, before both men remove their shirts and prepare for the match at hand.

“This Means War,” by Busta Rhymes, blares over the speaker as Mark Mania and John Green emerge from the back. Mania is in a full suit, while Green sports his “Retribution Killer” T-Shirt. The fans cheer these two men as well as they head down the ramp!

Paige: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 500 pounds, the team of Mark Mania and John Green!

Chase: Mark Mania has got to be happy with himself about getting the fastest time in the Beat the Clock Challenge to earn the right enter the Elimination Chamber last, although he did earn it at the expense of his tag team partner, John Green!

Harvey: I don't suppose we'll see any friction between Green and Mania here tonight, as both men were well aware of what was at stake in last week's match!

Mania removes his suit piece by piece as they head down the ramp, and when they finally enter the ring, they head to the center and lift their arms up in unison. In a good show of sportsmanship, all four men partake in shaking each other's hands before Gates and Mania head to their respective corners. The ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Mark Mania & John Green vs. C.J. Gates & Blade

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Green and Blade tie up in the middle of the ring, and Green uses his size advantage to get the upper hand, twisting Blade's arm, and pulling up on the wrist to apply pressure! Blade slaps his own shoulder a bit to retain feeling before reversing into a Hammerlock, and shoving Green towards the ropes! Blade runs to the opposite ropes himself, and catches Green on the rebound with a Running Neckbreaker! With Green down on the mat, Blade immediately gets a mounted position, and delivers a series of fists until Green flat out shoves the Englishman off, and gets back to his feet. Blade comes in for a Running Clothesline, but Green ducks, and as Blade puts on the breaks and turns around, he's greeted with a kick to the gut, and a DDT from John Green! He goes for a quick cover, not even a one count! Green stays on focus, pulling Blade up by the head and dragging him to the corner, where Green tags in Mark Mania! The crowd pops as Mania heads to the top rope and leaps off, nailing Blade with a Double Axe Handle to the head! Mania wastes no time pulling Blade back up and hooks him up for a Fisherman's Suplex, pinning his shoulders to the mat, 1
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Blade kicks out!

Harvey: Both of these teams are immensly popular with the fans! Which team do you think they'll be more behind here tonight?

Chase: They sound about 50/50 so far!

Mania maintains control, bringing Blade back up to his feet by the head, and whipping him back into his team's corner. Mania tags Green back into the match, and the two of them pull Blade in and deliver a Double Team Suplex! Green goes for the pin as Mania steps out onto the apron, 1
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Blade kicks out again! Rather than going for another cover, Green sits Blade up and applies a Seated Sleeper Hold! Blade is flailing frantically in the middle fo the ring as Green keeps his leverage! Gates is yelling from the apron for Blade to hold on, and begins to clap to try and will his partner on! About half the fans begin to clap in unison with Gates, as Blade appears to be fading. The clapping subsides as the ref pulls Blade's arm up to check it, and it falls to his side.

“1!”

The ref pulls the arm back up, and again, it falls down.

“2!”

Chase: Green could have Blade put away with this Sleeper Hold!

The ref raises Blade's arm once more, and it begins to fall again, but Blade raises it up on his own power at the last moment! The fans pop, and begin clapping in unison again!

Harvey: Blade could be getting a second lease on life here!

Blade shakes his arm to the beat of the clapping, and manages to get up to his feet, forcing John to stand up with him! Blade then delivers a couple of hard elbows to the ribs of Green, forcing him to break the hold! Blade shoots Green towards the ropes, and catches him with a Spinebuster on the rebound! Both men are on the mat, and begin the slow crawl to their respective corners! Green reaches his corner first, and the fans cheer as Mania enters the match. But right as he enters the ring, Blade reaches his corner, and tags Gates in, who gets just as loud of cheers as Mania! The two men rush to meet each other in the middle of the ring, trading blows before Gates gets the advantage, jumping up and nailing Mania with a Spinning Heel Kick! As both men get back up, Gates hits with another Spinning Heel Kick, and on the next time up, he gets behind Mania and delivers a Reverse DDT! Rather than going for a cover, Gates sits Mania up and runs at him from behind, hitting with a Flip Over Neckbreaker! Gates goes for a pin, 1
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Mania kicks out! Gates pulls Mania back up by the head and gives him a kick to the gut before running towards the ropes! Gates leaps over the hunched Mania and grabs him as he flies over, going for a Sunset Flip, 1
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Mania kicks out again!

Chase: It's going to take more than that from Gates to be able to put Mark Mania away!

Harvey: I got to agree! This is still anyone's match!

Gates begins to pull Mania back up again, but Mania gives him a hard punch to the chest on the way up, and once he's to a vertical base, Mania follows up with a Stiff Roundhouse Kick that sends Gates falling forward to the mat. Mania goes for a cover, hooking both legs, 1
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Kick out by Gates! Mania shakes his head a bit as his supporters in the crowd begin to chant his name, “MANIA! MANIA!” He pulls Gates back up to his feet slowly, and then pulls him in, hoisting him up to deliver a brutal Brainbuster! As Gates is laid out on the mat, Mania heads to the top rope, and motions for Gates to get up. As he does, Mania leaps off the ropes, and nails him in the face with a Flying Elbow Smash! Gates gets spinned around a bit before falling face first to the mat, and Mania rolls him back over to go for another pin, 1
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Blade breaks the count to save the match!

Harvey: Good save by Blade there! I don't think Gates was going to kick out of that!

As the ref escorts Blade out of the ring, Mania pulls Gates up and drags him to his team's corner, bouncing Gates' face off the turnbuckle a couple of times before tagging John Green back into the match. The two men whip Gates into the ropes, and nail a Double Flap Jack! Mania exits the ring as Green goes for another pin, laying his back across Gates' chest, 1...2...Gates pulls Green over, pinning his shoulders to the mat, 1
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3! DING! DING! DING!

Winners: C.J. Gates & Blade[/center]

Paige: Here are your winners, by pinfall, C.J. Gates and Blade!

Harvey: C.J. Gates caught John Green with that non-chalant cover, and made him pay for it!

Chase: Well, folks have been saying that Green doesn't seem to have his mind completely into his matches as of late, and this loss seems to give further credance to that thought!

Blade rolls back into the ring as “Rise to It,” by KISS, begins to play. Gates and Blade give each other high fives as the ref comes over to raise their arms in victory as Green sits there in shock over the fact that he got caught. Mark Mania is shaking his on the floor as he begins to head up the ramp by himself. John Green just sits there as Gates and Blade continue to celebrate their win!

We cut backstage, where Michael Lively is shown getting his nose powdered.

Harvey: Up after the break, we'll be seeing the debut of Michael Lively's new talk show, with special guest, Chris Cyrus!

Chase: (sarcastically) Oh, I can't wait...

Harvey: We'll see you back after the break!

[biggs]

As we come back from commercial and arrive backstage. The fans frantically begin showing hatred for the man who appears before their eyes. The well dressed new staff member Michael Lively once again dons a pin striped suit as he smirks into the lens of the camera. The man waits for the rumblings of the crowd to die down which echoes through the back walls of the arena where he stands, and then he addresses the camera.

Lively: Well after some delays on furniture orders, and a mix up in the booking department here I stand before you people ready to unveil the newest segment that is sure to become a hit here on Overdrive....REVELATIONS with Michael Lively!!!

With that the former Mega Star still wearing a walking boot, limps his way over toward a door and twists the handle slowly as his eyes close. He then shoves it open as the music that once ushered him toward the ring begins to blare and blue strobbing lights flicker all through out what looks to be an interview set with a studio audience similar to that of Jerry Springer. Michael Lively walks down the aisle way between the stadium seats erected for the audience, and heads toward the two giant plush chairs set up on the stage. Hanging from up above the set are the words REVELATIONS in giant red cutouts, and the backdrop of the set seems to be various highlights of APW's most memorable moments. The once self proclaimed savior to the sport hobbles onto the stage and out stretches his arms in the very arrogant I Am JESUS pose that garnered much hatred in the past, and generates some new heat from the crowd on hand today. The music dies down as Lively unbuttons his suit jacket and has a seat in the comfy oversized chair on the stage.

Lively: Welcome, to REVELATIONS with Michael Lively!!! By definition a REVELATION is the revealing or disclosing, or making something obvious through active or passive communication with supernatural entities. It is believed that a REVELATION can originate directly from a deity, or through an agent, such as an angel. Well I am no angel, but being the one and only wrestling JESUS it is such, and all that shiz!!!

The audience boo's Lively a bit and as usual he simply shuns it off letting it fuel him forward.

Lively: Now with this smashing hit segment I plan to have many REVELATIONS uncovered here before your very eyes. Many people will stop by and sit in this hot seat spilling their guts, and letting you people in on their REVELATIONS!!!

The marks cheer for what Lively said and seem to love anything that gives them more APW interaction. Lively doesn't like the cheers so he pulls a rabbit out of his heel hat and turns them around.

Lively: So you lucky homo's sitting here live need to keep your mouths shut so a former wrestling GOD can continue in his heavenly works...

More hatred from the crowd in his studio audience, and he eats it up.

Lively: So let us get right down to business, and start the show off. My first guest will be making history as he is the first man to be graced the privilege of coming on MY show, this won't be his first taste of History making either, He is a muti-time tag team champion, he is the longest reigning Xtreme champion, and is the only standing APW original...here is CHRIS CYRUS!!!

REVELATIONS personal DJ Dilema from the Las Vegas Club scene cranks up Ironman by Black Sabath and puts his personal touch on the entrance music for Chris Cyrus. The man steps out on the blue carpeted stage, and the fans show their distaste toward Cyrus and offer up hatred for him. Lively stands welcoming his guest and they both have a seat in their respective oversized chairs as the crowd noise from the audience begins to fade.

Lively: Well Chris Cyrus welcome to REVELATIONS...

Cyrus: Thanks for having me I guess.

Lively: Well, we are no strangers to one another, I mean simply put one of my Revelations was proclaiming I would take your Xtreme championship away from you ending that long reign of yours.


Cyrus: Well if I remember correctly you damn near had to kill me just to edge that win out, and I'm sure for the next week you realized you were in a fight.

Lively: Alright, maybe so...but myself and Twister if I remember correctly dethroned you and Jason Royce from the tag team pinnacle and took the straps from you.

Cyrus: In my defense, My partner was Jason Royce. But Again, let me remind you, me and my partner where the only two time APW tag team champions...I held that Xtreme title for 364 days, and became a triple crown champion when I won the Overdrive title. I mean we can go back and forth all day Lively, we can trade accolades left and right, I'm just not sure what that really proves...

Lively: Listen Chris Cyrus...If you told me you were drowning, I would not lend a hand. I've seen your face before my friend and I don't know if you know who I am.

Cyrus: What?

Lively: Well I was there when I saw what you did, I saw it with my own two eyes. So you can wipe off that grin, I know where you've been, I know it's all a pack of lies.

Cyrus: You aren't doing what I think you are doing?

Lively: AND I CAN FEEL IT COMING IN THE AIR TONIGHT, OHH LORDD!!!

Cyrus: Hunh?

Lively: I'VE BEEN WIATING FOR THIS MOMENT FOR ALL MY LIFE, OH LOORDD!!!

Cyrus: Why are you quoting Phil Collins songs?

Lively: I thought it was relevant.

Cyrus: Clearly it isn't, not a bad jam though.

Lively: Right, I love that song. Anyways, back on topic. Chris what do you got going on. I mean you have done damn near everything there is to do here in APW, kind of like myself...so what’s on your agenda? Where does the only APW original see himself in the next year?

Cyrus: Well I had hoped for another top notch year, and the way things were going I'd say I was on track. Biggs running things making sure the true talent like myself saw the proper amount of TV time, and had the due chances when ever they were earned.

Lively: I'd day, not a bad arrangement being attached to the balls of the man in charge.

Cyrus: Mock our friendship if you will Lively....but Biggs and myself are the truest talent APW has to offer.

Lively: So the return of Jeff, has that put a damper on things as of late? I mean the President disappeared for awhile, almost like he took his ball and left. Now it seems his temper tantrum has subsided, and he wants back in.

Cyrus: You couldn't of said it any better Lively. Last week I showed that Canadian Moose Mounting jerk off who's boss, who has been running things around here. I put an exclamation point on that statement and let him know without a shadow of a doubt that he isn't needed. APW has remained the number one brand in pro wrestling without him, and can continue to do so.


Lively: Jeff wants his show back, and Biggs wants to remain in control. It seems like a heated battle is brewing and APW is hanging in the balance as the sout after prize. While all this is going down I can't help but notice, you seem to be distracted. Take a look.

From behind the tow chairs a large screen rises from the floor. As it gets into position, Lively and Cyrus turn toward it as a clip from last weeks Overdrive plays.

Clip From Overdrive

Sally: Ellie, you're just as charming as ever. But Biggs, I have to ask you this one question. Why would you book me in a Wedding Party Match against your good friend last week? Based on the two possible outcomes of the match, you either wanted to see Chris Cyrus stripped, or you wanted to see me stripped down to my unmentionables...

Sally's face lights up as though she's just realized something.

Sally: Oh, it must be because you wanted to see me nearly naked! Well, Biggs, if you wanted to see that, all you'd have to do is ask real nice...

Biggs gets flustered at this remark.

Biggs: No! It's nothing of the sort! You see, I was...I was letting Cyrus book his own match! I just approved it!

Sally: Of course you approved of it...

Sally turns to Ellie.

Sally: He's real cute when he gets flustered. Ciao..

Sally walks off as Biggs is still blushing and Ellie is angered. Cyrus doesn't even try to hide the fact that he's staring at Sally's backside as she walks away.

Lively: Right there...stop it right there...Look at you man, you are checking out that ass. You look like a man mesmerized as two German Sheppard’s wrestle on her backside with each step. And I think you were sporting wood.

Cyrus: What...no I wasn't.

Lively: Zoom in guys...look Chris that clearly looks like an engorged Mutten Missle in your pants, or maybe you just came from the produce section and had a cucumber jammed in your pocket.

Cyrus: Nice...wait a minute why are you checking me out that close, you seem awful interested in my crotch region.

Lively: Nice swerve attempt Cyrus...don't hide the fact that you sprouted a Broccoli Stem for Sally Talfourd.

Cyrus: Listen she is hot that is no secret, and I'm not ashamed to admit that.

Lively: So let me get this straight, right here on my show you are making the REVELATION that you snap your meat to Sally Talfourd every night when you shower up after a show.

Cyrus: I never said that, I simply said she was hot...

Lively: And you secretly wish to enter her most intimate of regions with you sword!

Cyrus: Dude seriously, I didn't say any of that.

Lively: You implied it...just like you implied the fact that you wish to grow a mustache just so she can ride it reverse cow girl style.

Cyrus: Is any of this even going to make it on air Lively...I mean you are pushing the envelope.

Lively: AHHHH...you want to stuff Sally Talfourds envelope...your heard it people Chris Cyrus said nuts are people too.

Cyrus: Alright...I have had enough.

Cyrus stands up glaring toward Michael Lively.

Lively: Easy now...wouldn't want you to go Hardcore on me just have a seat and let us finish this segment.

Cyrus has a seat after taking a deep breath.

Lively: Listen in all seriousness she is hot, and no one can blame you for digging on that. Word to the wise though my man...women are nothing but trouble.

Cyrus: And you would know this how? I mean the only woman people have ever seen you with is your mother.

Lively: Well that’s because I am a smart man. Maybe you should learn from my example. You dip your toe in that water soon it won't be cold anymore. Then you decide it's warm enough to swim in, the next thing you know a big bad Gator bitch comes flying toward you with her jaw unhinged, and that’s all she wrote.

Cyrus: Yeah, well you worry about nursing that crippled leg of yours, I'll worry about my female situations.

Lively: Fair enough, so what’s on the horizons...do you have aspirations for the world title.

Cyrus: What kind of question is that, who doesn't lace up the boots thinking they want to win it all, go for the big one.

Lively: Wait a minute... thinking about it, and actually being able to do it are two different things. You know people in this business who are destined only to open shows. Their only glory comes from maybe winning a dark match battle royal just before the show goes live. Then other people are just etched to hover around the mid card success. Not every man who laces up a pair of boots is qualified to enter the main event and compete at the highest level in this sport. With that being said I guess it's meant as a compliment to ask you if you think that’s your next step.

Cyrus: Well I guess it's up to the booking staff, and the guys behind the scenes. If they think I am worthy of the shot then I will get it.

Lively: God Damn it... that’s the worst answer I have ever heard, and I expected some shitty things coming from you. Listen all your time here you haven't learned a thing yet. All your interactions with me hasn't taught you anything. You obviously have "IT" and that’s why you are still around and decorated as well as you are. You pulls yours balls out of Bigg's man purse...

Cyrus: It's a satchel...

Lively: It's a man purse...and you yank those f@#king things out, stick them back in your apple bag and let them hang for a brief second. Let your body realize what’s it's like to own those things again, and when you do, put them to work. You sack up, and slap that champion in the face letting him know what time it is, and who came for dinner. You set the table, serve the main course and stir his Iced tea with your D*ck!!! Then and only then will you have the respect, and the shots you deserve. Glory isn't handed out if you didn't know by now, you earn it, or steal it...but it doesn't just show up on your door step!!!

Cyrus looks down a bit taking in what Lively just said.

Cyrus: You might be right.

Lively: Might be...please I am. You need just a little something to break through the ceiling my friend. Take it from the master of climbing the ladder. I didn't just wait for success, I reached out and took it in a violent, house invasion, gang rape type of fashion. Because of that cut throat do anything attitude, I can be called the one and only Grand Slam Champion.

The crowd boo's a little for Lively's success.

Lively: these scum bags hate me because I was great, greater then each and everyone on of them. I let them know every chance I could get. Cyrus...you are great too, and I don't want to be the only man in this club. One belt to go kid...and you scratch another mark in the bed post of success. Will you have a secret crush on the world title, sit in heart break as you watch her go home with another man night after night, knowing he is making sweet love to her. Or will you stand up like a ragging beast, and claim what is yours. Screw romance, the world title is a slut and she wants someone to give it to her hard. Cyrus...you need to kick the door open, knock off the man who lays upon your woman, and royally eff her brains out.

Cyrus: Yeah, I need to pull her hair, show her who her daddy is...

Lively: There you go...

Cyrus: Punish her like she wants, and make her know without a shadow of a doubt who rocks the crotch!!!

Lively: Yes Cyrus...ROCK HER CROTCH!!!

Cyrus: You know what Lively, I think once again you went to far.

Lively: Me...you are the one saying you want to Rock Her Crotch.

Cyrus: Needless to say, without getting further into your delusional reality...I got your point Lively.

Lively: Good, that’s the important thing, that you understood. Well folks that’s all the time we have today, so check me out next week, when I have another guest, So give it up folks...for my first guest on REVELATIONS...CHRIS CYRUS!!!

Cyrus stands shaking his head in the fact that he got involved in Lively's shenanigans. Lively then turns toward the camera as Misseria Cantare plays softly in the background.

Lively: Many people claim to be Prophets, some claim to reach the afterlife. while others say they can see the future, but only one man can bring you the REVELATIONS and that’s Michael Lively!!!

The music then blares as the in studio audience claps and the camera fades out.

Backstage Branden Harvey is preparing for his match against Eric Steel. A few weeks ago in New Zealand he was riddled with pain and torture; yet here in Jakarta he looks a changed man. He has a half smile on his face as he punches the air pretending he is fighting someone. A voice calls out from behind.

Blade: Hey look who it isn’t, C.J. its big B again, and he still refuses to wear my t-shirt!

C.J. Gates: Take it easy on him Blade, he’s got a big match tonight.

Blade approaches Branden and ruffles the hair on his head. Branden looks frustrated as his pats Blade’s hand away.

Branden: Hey; I took enough of this from you guys two weeks ago, if you want to go, lets go…

Blade: Whoa, Whoa, Whoa lil man; it’s all good, we’re here to help.

Branden: Help?!? You call that help?

C.J. Gates: Branden, my friend. You have to learn to take what Blade says with a pinch of salt, although he does mean well; occasionally.

Blade huffs at C.J.

Blade: It’s true, after all I would never pick on a fan!

Branden: Well, giving me a t-shirt doesn’t really class me as a fan.

Blade: Yes it does; my number one fan!

Branden: …

C.J. Gates: [Shaking his head] C’mon B, lets fill him in; we don’t want to be the one’s responsible for upsetting his preparation for tonight; we want to help him after all.

Branden: What’s all this with you wanting to help me?

Blade: Well my friend; it wasn’t that long ago that I was in a similar position to you. However, I was able to take the punches and roll with them; You are looking at the APW Tag Team Champion here

C.J. Gates: Not quite yet Blade..

Blade: But you get my drift..

C.J. Gates: It’s only a matter of time, but yeah..

Blade: Anyway. I am always looking for a project, and Branden; you have been selected by the millions of fans that use my website to be that next project.

C.J. Gates: Well, by millions of fans he means his mum..

Blade: C.J.. shut up! Branden, C.J. and I can make you a star. All it will take is a bit of time, a lot of effort on your part, C.J’s money..

C.J. Gates: My money?..

Blade: Yes your money; and a lot of patience.

Branden: I like where this is going..

Blade: So you should. You know what I’m thinking?..

C.J. Gates: I hope so..

Blade: Makeover time!!

Branden: Makeover? I don’t need a makeover..

Blade: Yes you do….

Blade throws his arm around Branden and leads him off down the corridor. C.J. throws his hands onto his heads and shakes his head reluctantly following Blade as he has a spring in his step. APW cuts to a commercial break.

[biggs]

Paige: The following contest is a grudge match scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first weighing in at 235lbs , from Toronto, Ontario, Canada.. Eric Steel!!

Eric Steel walks out of the curtians smirking as he wears some shorts that had the canadian flag on them. He raised his arms in the air as pyros flare up rapidly. Eric walked to the ring as he slid inside it. He pumps his fist up as pyros flare from the turnbuckle. He turned, waiting for a opponent to come on out.

Paige: Making his way to the ring; his opponent..

Paige is interrupted as ‘Rise to it’ by Kiss begins to Blare over the PA system as Blade jumps out from behind the curtains.

Harvey: Does this guy ever give up?

Chase: Either way, it’s all good. Can you see the look on Steel’s face.

Blade raises his arms high in the air, a microphone clutched tightly in his left hand. He takes the applause from the fans as his raises the mic to his lips.

Blade: I’m sorry to interrupt you Paige, that is very rude of me; but if I didn’t have a good reason, I wouldn’t be here. You see Eric, your opponent tonight is still Branden Harvey; it’s not me, you don’t have to worry yourself anymore; I just feel he is worthy of a better introduction. For all of you fans in attendance, if you would be so kind as to join me in this next welcome.

The crowd begins to chant Branden’s name as blade is clapping his hands in the air getting the crowd worked up.

Blade: [in his ring announcer’s voice] It gives me great honor to bring to you tonight, standing 5’8” tall and weighing in at 140lbs; The sensation that is “Supersonic” Brandeeeeeen Harrrrrvvvveeeyyy!!!!

The lights in the arena go dark and suddenly Metallica "Fuel" hits over the PA and the lights from the stage burst into life as the lyrics quickly build to the chorus as Branden Harvey makes his way out onto the stage, he raises his hands into the air as a barrage of pyro shoots upwards from the stage sending the crowd into a frenzy.

Chase: Wow! Is that really Branden Harvey? The makeover seems to have worked. He at least looks like a wrestler now.

Harvey: He couldn’t have looked much worse

Branden has had his hair styled differently and sports a pair of shades. Looking at him, he looks like a mini version of Blade but with the fans cheering his unease is soon put to rest. Branden continues to walk down to the ring with a swagger, as he approaches the ring he gets a spring in his step and runs the last few steps sliding in under the bottom rope where Steel is waiting for him to stomp him into the canvas.

Branden Harvey vs Eric Steel

Harvey: The ref has called for the bell, this match is under way!

Chase: Poor Branden..

Eric continues to stomp a hole in Branden as he is reaching for the ropes to help him back to his feet. Eric eases off as he turns and throws his arms in the air citing a reaction from the crowd. Turning round slowly he is met with a swift kick to his mid section for his troubles, knocking the wind out of him. Branden reaches out and grabs Eric by the hair throwing him into the corner.

Harvey: New look, new attitude. I like it.

Chase: Looks like we have company

Blade has made his way to the announcers table as he pulls up a seat. Branden has positioned himself over Eric in the corner and has begun to unload a series of left and right jabs to the upper torso. Steel is looking dazed as Branden backs away. Steel staggers out of the corner as he is met with a swift kick to the jaw knocking him on his back.

Blade: Yeah, that’s how it’s done..

Harvey: Can I ask? What brings you to ringside?

Blade: Mah Boy is in the ring right now; let’s just say that I am his support group.

Chase: Never mind that, Branden is pulling Eric back to his feet.

Branden whips Steel into the rope; bouncing back eric manages to duck a clothesline that Branden had prepared running into the opposite ropes he bounces back..

Chase: OMG!!! Did you see that?!!? Branden just nearly took of Steel’s head with that cross body.

Steel is rolling around on the floor in agony as Branden is quickly to his knees, he goes for the cover..

ONE
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TWO
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KICKOUT!!

Steel just manages to get his shoulder up as Branden throws his hands behind his head in disbelief; he thought he has this one early.

Branden kicks the ropes as he turns around to find Steel is back to his feet a little dazed, he goes into strike Steel but it is blocked knocking him backwards. The two men launch themselves at each other and lock up on the center of the ring. Branden is starting to give a little as he is clearly the smaller man in the ring. Steel is able to overpower Branden as he drops to one knee. Eric is now towering over Branden as he gains leverage.

The fans begin to chant Branden’s name louder, the adrenaline in his body begins to make him shake as he manages to get back to one knee. Steel is shaking his head as Harvey is soon back to a level ground as him. Steel kicks his left leg out catching Branden hard in the gut. He lets go of his hands and follows up with a knee to the upper torso; Branden is knocked back down to the canvas.

Blade: C’mon B, you got this.

Chase: Looks like Branden has his own personal cheerleader this week

Blade: I’ll cheerleader you..

Eric Steel pulls Branden back to his feet and hooks his head under his arm looking for a DDT. Branden manages to get his legs locked with the ropes and Steel is unable to lift him. He releases the hold and goes to strike Branden, but is blocked by his arms. Branden Starts swinging his arms ferociously catching Eric Steel with a barrage of lefts and rights; Steel begins to back off and Branden comes at him harder and harder. He grabs Steel by his wrists and throws him hard into the ropes; Steel bounces back as Branden catches him hard knocking him to his knees. Branden steadies himself before taking a run at the ropes

Harvey: Shining Wizard! Shining Wizard!

Chase: How have we missed this guy before?

Blade: Thanks

Chase and Harvey stare at Blade before they eagerly watch back in the ring. Branden is signaling for the top rope as he looks out and ringside and smiles as Blade.

Blade: Here it comes; the Sonic Boom!!!!

Chase: The what?

Blade: Hey this guy needs a gimmick, and the sonic boom is where its at.

Branden has managed to scale his way to the top rope as he poises himself. He waves at the fans in the crowd before leaping and sending him spiraling through the air.

Harvey: OMG! OMG! Branden just hit a Phoenix 630 Splash. That’s immense!!

Blade: The sonic boom..

Branden lands right on top of Steel as the referee begins to count the fall

ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Branden Harvey

Paige: Here is you winner, by pinfall, Branden Harvey!

Chase: At last, Branden picks up his first win right here in APW

Blade: You are welcome.

Blade throws down his headphones and slides into the ring under the bottom rope. He helps Branden to his feet. Branden holds the back of his head like he has hurt it, but Blade just hugs him slowly raising his arms in the air. The fans are going nuts as a huge smile forms across Branden’s face.

Harvey: I am so happy for him right now

Chase: Doesn’t look like you are the only one.

Shot opens backstage in front of the APW Overdrive banner, where Hannah Storm is standing by to interview Overdrive Champion, "The Showstopper" Shaun Kilgore. Shaun is holding his championship belt over his left shoulder, and holding an old fashioned clock in his right hand.

Hannah Storm: Hannah Storm here with the current APW Overdrive Champion, "The Showstopper" Shaun Kilgore. Shaun, I have to ask, what's with the clock?

Shaun Kilgore: Well if you've been sleeping under a rock, I'll be defending my Overdrive Championship at One Night In Hell against the Number. Logically, this makes no sense because I've beaten him when I defended my belt against him two weeks ago. Last time I checked, only champions get a rematch when they lose their title. Whereas challengers go back to the bottom of the contendership ladder when they lose in a title match. But what's done is done, and I'm putting my belt on the line against the Number. Now as for what's with this clock, well it's been decided by APW management that our match will be a Time Tables Match.

Hannah Storm: Would you care to explain how a Time Tables Match works?

Shaun Kilgore: Well a Time Tables Match is essentially an Ironman Match, but the falls are accumulated by slamming your opponent through a table. Whoever has sent their opponent through the most number of tables at the end of the time limit will walk out the Overdrive Champion. The Number may be on a roll right now. But come One Night In Hell, he'll lose count of how many tables he'll go through as his obsession with numbers will become his very own undoing.

There's a moment of silence as we hear the clock that Shaun is holding is ticking.

Shaun Kilgore: You hear that, Hannah? That's the clock ticking on the Number's career here in APW. His biggest mistake has been to try and mess with the Empire. That is just something you do not do. Just ask people like Sally Talfourd, Leila Farrahi, and John Green what happens when you mess with the Empire. They may be still standing, but they haven't been the same since we've made our marks on them. However, they're still standing. Not because of of our inability to put them away, but because we chose to let them stay around. The Number, however, will not stay around when we get finished with him.

[biggs]

We're back from commercial, and the camera’s cut back to C.J Gates and Blade sat on some chairs in their locker room relaxing after defeating Mark Mania and John Green. Blade is slowly unpacking some t-shirts with a huge smile on his face.

C.J. Gates: What are you so happy about?

Blade: We did it..

C.J. Gates: Did what?

Blade: We managed to make him look like a natural born star

C.J. Gates: You mean Branden?

Blade: Yeah, my giving back to the community is complete

C.J. Gates: You have no respect for that guy do you?

Blade: Exactly the opposite; can you not see that with a little bit of work, Branden can actually be of some use to us. The guy needs help, he has potential it just needs nurturing, and with the experience we have who better to do it

C.J. Gates: But B, we have a busy time ahead of us. You haven’t forgotten that tonight was just the start of something big?

Blade: Of course not.

C.J. Gates: And not to mention we are facing the Sports Nutz very soon.

Blade: I know, but I have to relax somehow. Tonight was easy; Mania and the Jolly Green Giant couldn’t compare to what we had to offer. Coming up with “Supersonic” Branden Harvey and the Sonic Boom was pure genius and the hardest part of the night; if only we would do that for ourselves

C.J. Gates: We don’t need a name yet

Blade: I might not, but we all know C.J. Gates just isn’t main stream enough. You need something to give you that edge, that je ne se quoi.

C.J. Gates: We are just fine at the moment; maybe when we come good and beat the Nutz in Tokyo I will let you come up with something, until then have you got those t-shirts of mine that you said you would bring..

Blade: Yeah about that..

C.J. Gates: You forgot didn’t you?

Blade: Not exactly; just ask the large lady at the airport, we know you like that..

C.J. Gates: What?!?

Blade: Nothing. Anyway, you said Nutz

C.J. Gates: What?

Blade: OK, I get it. Serious game face is on. Look Branden will become more use to us than you think. When we are tired, he can fetch us drinks, polish our belts..

C.J. Gates: Blade, you had better not jinx us; tonight we were good, we were excellent. We worked as a team and came out victorious; can we just get past one night in hell and then you can have all of the fun you like.

Blade: Yeah, I got your back as always

C.J. Gates: excuse me..

Blade: Chillax dude; we got this..

Blade throws some of his shirts over his shoulder and pats C.J. on his. He makes his way out of the locker room as C.J has a more serious look on his face; unsure as to whether the recent events have made Blade more cocky than he should be.

The scene cuts to the backstage area where we find Hannah Storm standing next to Nathaniel Havok.

Storm: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, the Enforcer of Sorrow, Nathaniel Havok. Nathaniel, it was announce after this past Thursday night’s Overdrive, that you would be going one on one with Victor Hades at One Night in Hell. Better than this, it was also announce that this match would be for the APW Xtreme Championship. First off, I would like your thoughts on the match.

Havok: My thoughts on the match? My thoughts on this match are the same as they would be from any other match! Awesome, bring it on! I enjoy competition, and I enjoy inflicting pain! Furthermore, this match is going to be much more enjoyable because I get to take the only thing in this world that matters to that scumbag Victor Hades, away! When I get my hands around his pathetic and filthy neck at One Night in Hell, I’m going to mangle him! I absolutely cannot wait!

Storm: It seems as if you have some sort of hatred towards Victor Hades. I can sense a lot of hostility and rage when you talk about him. So I guess my next question would be, why? What has Victor Hades ever done to you? Do you two have a past?

Havok: No, no past. Victor Hades has no clue who I am, I’m sure of it. Furthermore, I didn’t have a clue who he was before I signed with the company, but he got my attention right away. You know, the one thing about Victor Hades that bugs me the most, is the fact that he portrays this immortal beast from the very same place that I come from. However, I know differently. I know for sure that this man is a fraud, and it will be my pleasure to prove it to the entire world! Every single person surrounding Action Packed Wrestling will be affected by what I do to Victor Hades! It’s simple! I’m going to unmask him, show Victor Hades to the world as the fraud that he really is! And tonight, I’m going to stir the pot a bit.

Storm: Stir the pot? What are you talking about?

Nathaniel smirks and lets out a sick little chuckle.

Storm: What? What in the hell are you talking about?

Havok: Oh trust me, you’ll see.

Nathaniel continues to smirk as he turns and walks out of the room. Hannah is left in the locker room by herself, confused by what Havok has said.

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(The scene opens backstage where we see C.J. Gates sitting on a steel folding chair in his locker room. He is wearing his ring attire, his hair wet, and his cowboy hat sitting on the seat of another chair beside him. He has a smile on his face as he slowly nods his head.)

C.J. Gates: Finally things are lining up. Good tag team partner, business ventures on the horizon, a good girl, and a bit of a hot streak, give or take. Probably couldn't have asked for a better---

(He is interrupted by a loud knock on the door. He looks up, puzzled and then a smile creeps across his face.)

C.J. Gates: She knows she doesn't have to knock.

(He gets up and crosses over to the door and opens it. As he does, the smile is wiped from his face.)

C.J. Gates: Oh....

(Standing in the doorway is a large delivery man holding a fairly large box in his hands.)

C.J Gates: Can I help you?

(As the man speaks, his English is broken and somewhat hard to understand.)

Delivery Man: Yeah. You Gates?

C.J. Gates: Of course I am. Who are you?

Delivery Man: Delivery.

C.J. Gates: I didn't order anything.

Delivery Man: From airport.

C.J. Gates: But I have every--

(Again Gates is cut off, this time by the man thrusting the box at Gates, forcing Gates to grab it. The man then thrusts a clipboard towards him.)

Delivery Man: Sign here.

(Gates struggles slightly as he signs the clipboard. Without so much as a goodbye, the man turns and walks away, leaving Gates standing in the doorway with the box. He re-enters the room and puts the box down on the chair he was sitting in.)

C.J. Gates: What the hell did the airport send to me?

(Gates opens the box and shakes his head.)

C.J. Gates: I'll give it to him...At least we managed to recover them.

(Reaching into the box, Gates pulls out a brand new "Go Big or Go Home" T-shirt. He looks it over and then puts it on.)

C.J. Gates: Looks good, looks sharp! I'll have to let Blade know what I think of them when I see him next. At least we're both pulling our weight inside and outside of the ring. Teamwork at it's best!

(The scene fades out as Gates closes up the rest of the box.)

We go back to ringside where we are greeted by the two ugliest faces in Action Packed Wrestling.

Harvey: Welcome back ladies and gents, it’s time for more action!

Chase: Do you think Cassidy is after Hades Xtreme Championship?

Harvey: Who knows, anybody could be!

Chase: Criss doesn’t strike me as Xtreme Championship material, if you know what I mean.

Harvey: Actually, I don’t. I think he’d be a hell of an Xtreme Champion!

Chase: Oh come on! He’s a pretty boy! He might break a nail!

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.

Paige: Coming to the ring hailing from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 260lbs, The Action Packed Wrestling Xtreme Champion, Victor Hades!

Exhaling calmly he moves casually down the ramp way with the bright white light behind him, as he slides into the ring in a black t-shirt with his logo design across the front clinging securely to his masculine frame. Stepping to the center of the ring while overlooking the crowd disgusted, he lowers his head and brings his fists over his face. As the lights remain dim rain begins to descend from the rafters over the ring, within that moment Hades whips his head back extending his arms with a scream as all four turnbuckle posts are lit up by the explosive pyrotechnics as they erupt. Holding his arms held high with clenched fists, while he then lowers his arms and calmly exhales turning to the stage awaiting his opponent.

Chase: There he is! The Champ!

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

Paige: Now in the ring, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 205lbs, the Second Coming, Criss Cassidy!

Paige exit’s the ring as the referee gives instructions to both of the combatants. Before the referee can call for the opening bell, “Nemesis” by Cradle of Filth hits on the PA.

Harvey: What the? Nathaniel Havok? He’s not scheduled!

Nathaniel comes out from the backstage area, showing a smirk on his face. He stands at the top of the ramp as the fans pop all around him with boos. He shuns them as the smirk doesn’t leave his face. Hades stands in the middle of the ring, not taking his eye off of Havok, as Criss Cassidy stands in his corner, not taking his eyes off of Hades.

Chase: Nathaniel Havok has come to scout the competition! Look! He’s headed our way!

Harvey: Great, guest commentary with a guy who think’s he’s the devil! WooHoo!

Chase: I’d watch it Harv! You don’t know what Havok’s capable of!

Victor Hades follows Nathaniel with his eyes as Nathaniel walks over and sits down at the announcers table, and putting a headset on shortly thereafter.

Havok: Boys, boys, how about some words of praise for the Enforcer of Sorrow!

Harvey: Actually…

Havok: Oh, who cares what you have to say? I know I don’t! Ha!

Chase: He’s got you there Harv!

Havok: Hey, who said you could talk? Alright! To the action! We have Victor Hades here, the guy that thinks he can scare people with the stuff he bought at Hot Topic. Then, then we have the Second Coming, of J.J. Evans that is.

Chase: J.J. Evans? From Good Times?

Havok: Ding ding! Dy-no-mite Chase!

Harvey: What the hell? What are you saying, Nathaniel? Are you making a racist comment?

Havok: What in the hell are you implying Harvey? That I’m a racist? Come on, idiot! How can I be a racist, when I hate everyone equally?

Chase: Zing! Another good one!

Havok: Shut up.

Xtreme Rules Match
Criss Cassidy vs. Victor Hades

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The referee calls for the bell and Victor Hades still hasn’t taken his eyes off of Nathaniel Havok. Criss Cassidy decides to take advantage, and darts after Hades, jumping on his back applying a headlock, and pelting him with fists to the face.

Havok: Look at J.J. go! He came ready for a fight!

Hades goes down to one knee as Cassidy floats around and knees him in the head. With Hades flat on the mat, Cassidy exit’s the ring, wasting no time looking for a weapon.

Chase: Cassidy with the distinct size DIS-advantage, he knows that he has to hit Hades hard, and fast!

Harvey: See, he didn’t even have to think about going for the weapons! It came as second nature almost! He would be an ideal Xtreme Champion!

Havok: Hey, listen up little man! That Xtreme Championship, is mine! If Criss Cassidy wants a shot at the damn title, he’s going to have to go through me!

Cassidy comes out from the underbelly of the ring with a trash can in his hands. Inside of this trash can, are a few other goodies that Cassidy smirks about. He tosses the weapons into the ring and slides back in. By this time, Victor Hades has already had time to semi-recover, and meets Cassidy as he stands with a kick to the stomach. Hades darts across and delivers a shoulder block to Cassidy that sends him down to the mat. Cassidy rolls onto his stomach as Hades darts across again. As Hades comes back across, Criss is able to leapfrog over him and drops to his back. With his legs in the air, he awaits Victor coming back across, and monkey flips him over the top rope on the other side.

Havok: What the hell was that! That was awesome!

Cassidy jumps back up to his feet and begins jumping around, yelling and screaming. The fans react as they cheer the Second Coming on. Victor Hades rolls around on the outside, right in front of Nathaniel Havok. Havok stands from his position at the announcers table and glares at Hades who is writhing in pain on the mat at his feet.

Harvey: Come on! Don’t ruin a perfectly good match!

Havok: You keep your mouth shut! Or must I cut out your tongue? No! I’m not going to get involved, I’m just, keeping my eyes on my enemies if you will.

Cassidy grabs a stop sign that was inside of the trash can and rolls out of the ring. He stares Havok down and then turns his attention to the hurt Victor Hades. He drags him to his feet and grabs the stop sign up from off the floor. With all his power, he swings the sign in the direction of Hades, but Victor is able to duck the shot. Hades delivers a few shots to the face of Cassidy, who drops the sign and staggers back. Hades then grabs him by the head and throws him right at Nathaniel Havok.

Chase: Whoa! My goodness! Nathaniel Havok is out! Criss Cassidy and the Enforcer of Sorrow had a God-awful collision! They hit heads!

Harvey: Two birds with one stone for Victor Hades!

Victor Hades looks around at the crowd with a sick smile on his face. The fans boo as he snags up Criss Cassidy by the head, and throws him back in the ring. With Havok out cold, Hades now focuses all of his onslaught in the direction of the Second Coming. Hades stalks Cassidy who is rolling around on the mat, and attacks him once more with a few stomps to the temple. He then grabs up Cassidy by the head and neck, backing him into the corner. Victor delivers a few hip strikes to the abdominal area of Cassidy, who writhes in pain, breathless and crammed into the corner. Hades then backs up slowly, stalking Cassidy who still stands upright in the corner. Hades decides to wait for a few moments, and then darts at Cassidy, spearing him in the corner. Hades staggers back and allows Criss Cassidy out of the corner. The Second Coming falls to the mat, holding his stomach.

Chase: The Xtreme Champion is sure as hell on his game these days!

Harvey: What are you talking about? He and Kilgore lost to Havok and the Number last week!

Chase: Well, judging by the way they look right now, I’d say that Hades is having a better night!

Hades delivers a few more kicks to the stomach and head of the Second Coming, before once again lifting him to his feet and backing him into the corner. Instead of attacking him, Hades Irish whips his opponent across the ring, and into the opposing turnbuckles. As Cassidy staggers out, Hades is awaiting his arival. Hades scoops him up and delivers a thunderous spine buster.

Chase: Ouch! That has to hurt!

Harvey: Look! He’s not done! Another spine buster!

Chase: No! Not again! Another! That’s 3 in a row!

Victor Hades goes right for the pin after 3 monumental spine busters, but is only able to get a 2 count. The demented Hades then gets to his feet very slowly, and looks outside to make sure that Nathaniel Havok is still out. After this, he walks slowly back over to Cassidy, who is still recovering on the canvas. Hades stalks the Second Coming once again, stomping all over his body this time. Cassidy slowly fights to get to his feet, and crawls to the corner of the ring on all fours. Hades sees an opportunity and kicks Cassidy right in the gut.

Harvey: My lord! I even felt that one!

Chase: What a kick! I wonder if Victor Hades would be interested in switching professions! You know, the New Orleans Saints are trying out kickers! He’s fit right in, in a crazy, voodoo town like that!

Grabbing Cassidy up once again by the head, he delivers a chop to the chest. He then whips him across and waits for him again. When Cassidy comes back around, Hades attempts a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, but Cassidy uses his momentum and quickness to counter as he winds up behind Hades. Cassidy then dropkicks the back of Victor Hades knee, sending Hades down onto his good knee. Cassidy the runs across, and delivers a shining wizard kick to the back to the head of Hades.

Chase: What a move by Cassidy! Here he goes!

Harvey: The cover!

1...

2...

No!

Chase: Damn! These men are tough!

Cassidy wastes no time getting to his feet, and kicking Victor Hades all over his body. After a moment or 2 of stomping and kicking, Criss places Victor in a sitting upright position. He then bolts across the ring ropes and dropkicks Hades in the face.

Chase: He’s got him!

1...

2...

He kicked out again!

Cassidy gets up once again, and continues on with the offence. He walks over to the trash can that he had previously brought into the ring, and picks it up. He makes his way back over to his foe and places Victor Hades head, chest, and abdomen inside of the trash can.

Harvey: What does he have on his mind here? What else can be done!

Chase: Oh no! He’s headed to the top rope!

Criss Cassidy has found his way to the top rope, however Victor Hades has recovered enough to understand what’s going on. Hades is able to take his northern regions out of the trash can, and get to his feet in time to back into the ropes, crotching the Second Coming on the top rope. Hades takes a few moments to regain his composure, and then places the trash can in the center of the ring.

Chase: Oh no, what’s he got in store?

Harvey: Victor Hades has gone to the top rope. But what’s he positioning him for?

Chase: Oh no, I think I know what he’s about to do!

Harvey: No! No! NO!

Chase: Echo of Eternal Darkness! Echo of Eternal Darkness! Right onto the steel trash can! It’s over! It’s over!

Harvey: Yeah, but Hades also hurt himself! He’s got to get over to Cassidy and make the cover!

Hades slowly begins to regain his marbles, as he starts to slowly crawl towards Criss Cassidy.

Harvey: Wait, wait just a damn minute! I thought he was out cold!

Chase: And he’s got a steel chair!

Nathaniel Havok had been playing possum for quite sometime, and finds his way into the ring with a steel chair. He steps onto the hand that Victor Hades is about to drape over Cassidy for the cover. Hades looks up at Havok who has a smirk on his face. Havok draws the chair back and blasts Victor Hades in the head.

Havey: My God! That chair shot could have caused brain damage!

Chase: No! Look at this!

Nathaniel drapes Criss Cassidy’s arm over Hades and the referee begins to count.

Harvey: No! Come on!

1...

2...

3...DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Criss Cassidy[/center]

Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, "The Second Coming" Criss Cassidy!

Chase: The champion’s been beaten! What! How!

Harvey: You mean the champion has been outsmarted.

"Second Coming" by Juelz Santana hits on the PA, yet Criss Cassidy is in no shape to celebrate. Nathaniel Havok rolls him off of Victor Hades, and stands over the champion with a sick smile. He raises his hands in the air as the fans give a mixed reaction, as the fans don’t like Victor Hades too much either. Havok walks over to the corner and exit’s the ring, grabbing a microphone from ringside. He places the once used steel chair in sitting position on top of Victor Hades Chest. He straddles the chair backwards, sitting in a comfortable position as Hades squirms under the chair. Criss Cassidy’s music dies down and then shuts off. Havok then begins chuckling into the mic.

Havok: Victor, you know, when this all started, it wasn’t personal. I mean that, it had nothing to do with you, it was all about the Xtreme Championship. But since day one, day one Victor, you’ve avoided me like a plague! You’ve wanted nothing to do with me, you’ve had nothing to say about me! You’ve insulted me with your nonchalant opinions about my efforts, and I’m sick of you ducking me! I will not be ignored! You see, all that you’ve done is added fuel to the fire! I cannot wait until we step into the ring at the pay per view! But since you’ve made this such a strenuous task, I’ve became a bit agitated. Now, if there’s one thing you need to learn about Nathaniel Havok fast, it’s that when I get agitated, I become bored. Victor, when I get bored, I start thinking. When the Source of all Evil starts thinking, plots begin to be made. And those plots, turn into actions, actions that hurt people just like you!

Nathaniel stands up from the chair as Hades pushes the chair off of him, grabbing his chest and gasping for air.

Havok: And there I was one night, sitting by myself, thinking about the possibilities. You’ve evaded me for so long, that I began to think of a new idea in my head. You gave me enough time of boredom that I was able to come up with the match that will end your very existence in this company! The so called legend of Victor Hades will finally be turned into a myth at the pay per view, when I show these people how big of a fake you really are! There will be nowhere to run Vicky, nowhere to hide! The bottom line is that you’re going to have to put me to sleep, if you want this nightmare to end in your favor.

Nathaniel smirks at Victor Hades who is beginning to try and get to his knees. Nathaniel walks over and grabs the steel chair, as Victor is on all fours, Nathaniel swings the chair, hitting Hades directly in the spine. Hades falls to the mat in pain and Nathaniel rolls him over, placing the chair on his neck, leaning on it, and standing over his fallen foe.

Havok: So here’s the deal. I’ve already got a guaranteed shot at the APW Xtreme Championship at One Night in Hell, but I say that we up the ante here. Tell me how this sounds. You, me, the pay per view, in a Sweet Dreams Bed of Weapons match!

The fans give a big pop as the match name sounds spectacular.

Havok: How might this Sweet Dreams Bed of Weapons match work, might you ask? Well, allow me to tell you, Vicky. You see, surrounding the ring will be beds of any and every kind of weapon you can think of. Some of these beds are covered in barbed wire, some of them have nails poking through them. Sounds fun, doesn’t it? If you’re the kind of person you say that you are, you’ll feel right at home along with me, and it should be fun. But if you’re the kind of pathetic person that I think you are, it will still be fun, but only for me. Vicky, I look forward to taking your, I mean my Xtreme Championship. Go ahead and shine it for me, will you?

Nathaniel drops the mic and lets the chair fall on Hades face as he stands all the way up and steps over Hades, throwing his hands in the air.

Referees and EMT’s rush the ring, checking on both Criss Cassidy and Victor Hades. As “Nemesis” blares over the PA system, Nathaniel Havok slowly walks backwards up the ramp, looking at the destruction that he has left behind.

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The camera is backstage, walking around when it happens to find Ellie strutting her stuff, looking oh-so lovely. The crowd are a mix of cheers and boos when she appears. All of a sudden ...

Sally: Ellie! Darling! How are you?

Ellie: How do you think?

Sally: Hmmm, well I'm guess you were feeling no good. But don't you worry! *Sally sides up to Ellie, wrapping an arm around her shoulders* I'm here and I will cheer you up. Tell me, how are you feeling?

Ellie: Sally, what are you doing? I don't want to talk to you. I don't even want to see you. My perfect day starts with me waking up and ends with me going to sleep and not once in between seeing you, your skanky costumes, or your ... face.

Sally: Ellie! *Sally stops walking, a shocked look on her face* I am shocked that you could be so mean. I am really hurt by that. You really don't like me, do you? And what have I ever done to you!?

Sally lurches away from Sally, arm raised as if to slap her across the face. She stops herself, and for some reason Sally has a bit of a smile as it looks like the slap is coming. Ellie lowers her hand, Sally rolls her eyes and plants her hands on her hips.

Ellie: Be quiet! You are unbelievable! Do you really not understand why Biggs and I hate you. You're disgusting. You're immoral. You are selfish and you don't care about hurting other people to get ahead. I watch you every week talk about being a good person and doing the right thing. You're the biggest hypocrite APW has. You are trying to ruin my life, Biggs life, and for what?

Sally holds up her hand to stop Ellie. She has a tinge in her eye. A glint of hurt. Ellie steps back further, getting away from this woman. Sally goes to say something, but her voice breaks up. She holds up a hand to her mouth, trying to cover up. Her eyes are starting to well up. She finally gets herself together, and is able to go on.

Sally: Ellie, I'm so sorry. I ... I didn't realise what I was doing. You're right. I'm being selfish. I didn't see what I was doing to you and Biggs. I was just thinking about myself. *She steps toward Ellie, reaching out and putting a tentative hand on her shoulder* Please, I was just trying to ... I don't know. APW has given me so much. I just thought I'd give Biggs something back. *Sally cracks a smile* And, well, he's given me so much already - title shots, tournament entries, main events - that I thought I'd let him give me the only thing he was saving for you ...

Slap! Ellie can't hold herself back anymore. Sally has to take a few steps back. She holds on to her cheek and looks up at Ellie with another smile. Suddenly it changes to shock as various APW crew rush in to make sure it doesn't go any further. Ellie wants another go at Sally, but Sally struggles to even stay on her feet. God this woman is a good actor!

Sally: What ... why Ellie!? Why did you hit me? I think you've done something to my jaw. Is there a doctor or something here?

Ellie: This isn't the end, Sally. You wait until Biggs hears about this!

The crew drag Ellie off, as the last remaining sit Sally up on a shipping box. They rush off to find a doctor and, as Sally sits there all alone rubbing her cheek, she starts to smile again.

Harvey: Next up is the match we've all been waiting for especially for you, Chase.

Chase: Damn right! You know every time Level-One is in a main-event it's bound to be one hell of a match which more often then not results in the champ with his armed raised! I can't wait!

Harvey: Well, you don't have too. Paige has taken to the ring and we're about to get this match started...

Paige stands in the ring ready to introduce the first competitor but the microphone isn't picking up the sound of her voice. The crowd begins to grow agitated just before Young Mannie marches out from the curtain with a microphone in hand. The fans treat Young Mannie with a boo as he makes his way down to the ring.

Harvey: What the hell is Young Mannie doing out here? The main-event is scheduled to take place now!

Chase: I'm sure I speak for the entire world when I say, get that little punk out of here! I can't bare to support him unless he's beating up someone equally repulsive... like Sally Talfourd!

Harvey: Oh stop it, Chase!

Young Mannie enters the ring and demands that Page Miles makes her exit. She doesn't challenge the gang leader and does exactly what she is told. Young Mannie stands in the ring until the crowd settles down and then takes his frustrations to the microphone.

Young Mannie: ''Listen up, I know there's a match that is scheduled to go down right here, right now tonight but that's going to have to take a backseat because I have some beef to settle with at least one of the four competitors in this match!''

Young Mannie says as he turns his attention directly up the stage.

Young Mannie: ''And I'm leaving until my beef is settled! You can call security if you want Biggs but I'll stab each one of them for their efforts! I'm calling out the APW world champion and I demand that he show his face before I come back there and beat his punk ass, myself!''

Despite the negative feelings the crowd has for Young Mannie, small waves of cheers can be heard at the assertion of some finally taking a solid stand against the dominate world champion.

Young Mannie: ''You don't have to worry, Level-One because I am not out here with the Red Shield Mafia. In fact, I'm out here to show the entire world that I can beat your ass one on one! I'm here to show the world that I fear no man... and I especially fear not the bitch in you! So come out here so I can tell you just what I think about you and that title you call yours directly to your face, man!''

Young Mannie leans over the ropes flashing his gang sign as he baits Level-One on. Several seconds pass when suddenly ''Put you on game'' by Lupe Fiasco blasts the PA system. Level-One walks out on the ramp with a scowl on his face with the championship belt wrapped around his shoulder. He looks at Young Mannie like he's out of his mind.


Harvey: Well, it looks like Young Mannie has gotten exactly what he wanted but Level-One doesn't look too happy about this.

Chase: On most occasions, Level-One would ignore a call out like this but Young Mannie has virtually hi-jacked the ring right before Level-One's scheduled to the compete in it.

Level-One grits his teeth as he stomps down the ramp and heads directly for the ring. He slaps his hands against the steel staircase sounding a loud ear shattering boom amongst the arena, as he slips in between the ropes and immediately bumps Young Mannies chest sending the smaller man backwards a few steps, until they're both toe-to-toe and chest-to-chest. Young Mannie looks up at the champion and lifts the microphone to his lips.

Young Mannie: ''You think I'm scared of you? You've got less then a month with that title, man; your going to hell but I am going to make sure you don't make it back! You ain't the greatest wrestler to ever life, your the greatest farce to ever live! Nobody wants to see Level-One anymore, hell no! They want to see Young Mannie and the Red Shield Mafia and you need to get that through that thick skull of yours, dog!''

Level-One doesn't budge. Young Mannie lifts the microphone back to his mouth ready to unleash more of his trash talk hoping to get under Level-One's skin.

Young Mannie: ''What? You don't got nothing to say! I always knew you were a...''

Right then and there Level-One swats the microphone right out Young Mannies grips, sending the microphone bouncing half way across the ring. Young Mannie follows it with his eyes before looking back at the world champion who still hasn't moved an inch. After a few tense moments pass, Level-One lifts his arm holding the APW world championship above his head before muttering the words;

Level-One: ''This says it all...''

Young Mannie snaps firing a solid right hand into the temple of Level-One and fans are on their feet! Young Mannie then swarms on Level-One with wild windmill left and rights and when the champion tries to cover up his head, Young Mannie eats away at his gut with several hard shots to the body. The champion tries to stumble away and regroup but Young Mannie pounces on him with a Lou Thez Press and starts rocking him with hard right hands from a full mount position!

Harvey: Young Mannie is all over, Level-One! Who in the world would have expected this, right here right now!

Level-One desperately scrambles to his feet and takes comfort in the corner turn-buckle as Young Mannie follows hot pursuit. He charges at Level-One with a corner turnbuckle clothesline but Level-One slips under neath and drops Young Mannie with a devastating, STO with Young Mannies neck whip lashing against the canvas...

Chase: ...and not for long!

The crowd boos Level-One from the bottom of their lungs as he recoils from the shots he took holding the back of his neck in pain. The look on Level-One's face tells a story of rage. He stalks Young Mannie with his eyes as his thirsty prey makes it back to his feet and as he does he's whisked off his feet and dropped on the back of his neck with a vicious Level-Advance!

Harvey: God bless Young Mannie for at least trying to do something about this bully, Level-One!

Chase: And Level-One has changed the tables just like that, baby! Young Mannie should have stayed home or at least brought his buddy's along so he actually stood a chance! Haha!

Level-One stares down at a downed Young Mannie with utter contempt of disgust. He slowly steps away from the downed body he'd rather not put a name too and exits the ring. He stares at Young Mannie who isn't moving, as he shoves one hand under the ring apron searching for a weapon... and finds a set of pliers to which he holds above his head!

Harvey: A set of pliers? Since when do they stash pliers underneath the ring?

Chase: I don't think they do, Harvey. I feel for the poor bastard who's going to get fired for leaving the company work tool on the scene of the job though!

Level-One rolls under the bottom rope and picks up the microphone on his way back to the fallen, unconscious Young Mannie. The champion rolls Young Mannie off his stomach and onto his back with his foot as if he was kicking a can down the street without a care of the world. Level-One drops to a single knee beside the prone body of Young Mannie and stares out into the crowd.

Level-One: ''Truth be told Young Mannie, I don't hate you. Hate is an emotion. Hate is when you feel so strong towards something or someone that it changes the way you act and behave. Hate is simply something you'd at the very least have to earn from me... but all you have is my pity because you mean absolutely nothing to me kid...''

Level-One shakes his head back and forth in disgust.

Level-One: ''You are one of the five competitors I am going to have to face at one night in hell and it's important that each one of those competitors respect me in one way or another—for the simple fact, their ignorance must not be allowed to spread amongst the APW like the plague. Most of the APW roster, like me or not, they have enough goddamn sense to know that I am not someone to be taken lightly nor made a complete mockery of; but you are just too stupid to understand this. Too dumb to realize just how far you really are when it comes to my league...''

Level-One laughs as he taps the microphone against the forehead of Young Mannie.

Level-One: ''And in turn it's important to re-illiterate to the rest of the APW roster and the world watching at home that much like you little ant; the second you stand up against me, you will be squashed and that at any time, anyone running their mouth about yours truly, will be dealt with—no matter who you are or what your pay-grade, maybe. And as we've all heard, Young Mannie... you've been running your mouth and running my good name into the mud for months now...''

Level-One straightens up to a vertical base as steps over the chest of Young Mannie looking down at him from above.

Level-One: ''And there's only one way to shut you up for good, Young Mannie...''

Level-One wraps a hand around Young Mannies throat as he shoves the set of pliers into his mouth! Level-One has gripped the tongs of the pliers onto his tongue and shows the crowd watching life in attendance this, by tugging on them ever so gently, so his tongue is hung out of his mouth.

Harvey: Jesus Christ! Level-One is going to rip Young Mannies tongue from his mouth!

Chase: And now he's never going to talk all that nonsense he's talked, ever again!

Level-One grips the pliers as tight as he can as Young Mannie scrambles around underneath him. The pliers grip his tongue so tight, that blood begins to poor out from his mouth. Level-One smiles as he applies the pressure meanwhile a figure makes it's way through the crowd, hops over the barrier and grabs a steel chair at ringside!

Harvey: Hey, that's Jr. Kingston!

Chase: Yeah and the rest of the red-shield mafia are coming down the ramp!

Jr. Kingston enters the ring and slams the back of the chair into the back of Level-One's head as hard as he can. Level-One stiffens up and immediately lets go of the pliers that are now left in Young Mannies mouth. The champion is stirred but still standing as Jr. Kingston hightails it over the top rope and onto the outside ring apron as the rest of the Red Shield Mafia pull Young Mannie from the ring and by time Level-One turns around he realizes Young Mannie has escaped!

Harvey: Close call for Young Mannie who escapes with his tongue intact!

Chase: Who would have thought out of all the personalities in the elimination chamber, Level-One and Young Mannie would clash the way they have tonight!?

The red shield mafia help Young Mannie up the ramp, as he spits blood out onto the ramp. The members of the red shield mafia curse at Level-One mercilessly as Level-One merely smiles and rests up against the ring ropes, waiting for his match to start.

Harvey: Well folks, I'm being told that we now have to go to our last commercial break!

Overdrive cuts to commercial.

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We come back on the air and President Jeff is walking around the ring towards the Commentators Table. Level-One glares at Jeff from the ring, but The President pays no attention to him.

Paige: Please Welcome the guest commentator for our next match, President Jeff!

Jeff gets to the table and takes a seat next to Darren Harvey and puts the head set on.

Harvey: Welcome Boss.

Jeff: Thanks.

Chase: You better not try anything funny in our main event because Biggs is in it.

Jeff: I'm just out here observe and enjoy what should be a great main event.

The camera goes to Nicky Paige in the ring

Paige: The following Tag Team match is scheduled for One fall and its your Main Event of the evening.

The arena lights go dark and blue laser lights shoot from the stage as "Spaceman," by The Killers, hits the speakers!



The fans boo loudly as Biggs enters the arena, clad in his fancy ring jacket, complete with feathers on the shoulder. Tonight, Biggs is wearing a white jacket with green feathers and accents, and white trunks and boots with green on them. He dances a bit on stage before starting to strut down the ramp towards the ring.

Paige: Already in the ring, weighing in tonight at 273 pounds, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, Level-One! And his partner, making his way to the ring, weighing in at 217 pounds, from Seattle, Washington, he is the General Manager of Overdrive, Biggs!

Biggs has a dance in his step as he heads towards the ring, mocking the fans as he goes along. Once he reaches the ring, he hops up onto the apron and slingshots himself over the ropes into the ring. He goes to give Level-One a high five, but the champ isn't in the mood for it.

The Titantron bursts to static as the lights all dim down and begin to flash different colors at random, the fans turn their eyes to the entrance ramp, as all the light go out. A voice comes out over the speakers saying "Baby don't fear the Reaper." and then the lights come on. "Everything" by Pillar hits the speakers now and the lights begin to flicker red, white, and blue. The fans all begin to cheer as Pence emerges on to the Entrance ramp wearing a red, white, and blue vest with a pair of black and blue shorts, he salutes the fans who all begin to chant "Mr. Main Event".

Paige: Introducing first, from Hershey, Pennsylvania, PENCE WEATHERLIGHT

Pence makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands, and taking poses so that the fans can take pictures of him. He finally makes it into the ring and then jumps up on to one of the turnbuckles and flexes. He then jumps down and repeats the process on the opposite sides turnbuckle, before finally jumping down, and going to the middle, he begins to pace looking at the entrance ramp

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

Paige: And his partner, 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. Before the match can begin, Biggs calls for a mic. The fans boo loudly as the General Manager begins to speak.

Biggs: For those of you wondering why my beautiful fiance Ellie has not joined me at ringside here tonight, it's because she couldn't stand the thought of having to look at not only the man who ruined our wedding, President Jeff, but also the desperate whore who is consistently trying to undermine our relationship. And speaking of desperate whores, Sally, Ellie told me what you said to her backstage, about how I have given you so many things since you've gotten here in APW, such as main events and title shots. Apparently, I've given you everything a girl could ask for. So I guess I'm going to have to give you something you didn't ask for, namely, making you the first person to enter the Elimination Chamber at One Night in Hell!

The fans boo this announcement. Sally furrows her brows, obviously upset at this development.

Biggs: That's right, Sally! If you want to win Level-One's APW Heavyweight Championship, you're going to have to last the entire match to do so! Sorry I didn't have time to gift wrap it for you.

Biggs smirks as he tosses the mic away. Sally is fuming as she steps out onto the apron and the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Level One & Biggs Vs Pence Weather light & Sally Talfourd

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Biggs and Pence are in the ring to start things off. Before they lock up, Pence points to Level One, wanting him to start the match. Biggs looks over to Level One and Level One extends his hand out. Biggs tags him and the fans cheer as Level One gets into the ring.

Harvey: This is what Pence wanted. His hands on Level One.

Jeff: Pence has always been a warrior and not many people would want to fight Level One like Pence does, and that’s something you have to respect.

Chase: Pence is an idiot, Level One will murder him.

The two circle each other, the fans are cheering and then, Level One goes over to Biggs and tags himself out and the arena fills with boo’s.

Harvey: Mind games by Level One

Chase: Level One will fight Pence when he’s ready. Pence doesn’t deserve to be in the same ring with the champ.

Jeff: He’s doing it to throw Pence off his game, which is smart, I’ll give him credit on that one.

Biggs and Pence lock up and Biggs gets a side headlock in. Pence throws Biggs off into the ropes and gets taken down with a shoulder block from Biggs. Biggs bounces off the ropes and jumps over Pence who goes to his stomach and then to his feet. Biggs comes back and Pence leap frogs him. Biggs hit’s the ropes again and runs into a hip toss from Pence. The fans cheer as Biggs gets to his feet and runs into an arm drag and then another before Pence slows the pace down with an arm bar.

Jeff: Biggs is only slimming his chances at winning at One Night in Hell. With running a show and putting himself in matches, he’s taking his focus off me and our match.

Chase: Jeff, everyone know’s Biggs is the best GM to ever run Overdrive. Why can’t you accept that.

Harvey: Lets just call the match guys.

They get to their feet with Pence still applying the arm bar. Pence tags in Sally who climbs to the top rope and jumps off with a double axe handle on the arm of Biggs. Sally then grabs Biggs arm and twists it. Biggs with his free hand, throws a punch, connecting Sally in the jaw, causing her to stumble into the ropes. Biggs grabs her and throws her into the ropes and takes Sally down with a Leg Lariat and goes for a cover hooking the leg.
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Jeff: Sally has been a huge break out star since coming to APW. She won the Test for the Best tournament, she’s representing APW well in the KAPW Tournament and she could be our next and first ever APW Heavyweight Champ.

Chase: Don’t hold your breath on that one boss. The only thing Sally is good for is eye candy.

Harvey: I agree with the both of you on that one

Biggs drags Sally over to Level One and tags him in. Level One gets in and lifts Sally up by her hair and puts her in the corner and chops her. Level One then taunts Pence into the ring. Pence tries to get in but the ref stops him. Biggs starts choking Sally with his forearm as Level One is kicking Sally in the gut. Biggs lets her go as Pence gets back on the apron. Level One body slams Sally in the middle of the ring then bounces off the ropes and drops a knee on the skull of Sally. Level One covers
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Level One tags in Biggs. Level One grabs Sally and gives her a back breaker and holds her over his knee. Biggs climbs to the top rope and leaps off with a leg drop onto Sally. Sally flips over to the mat and Biggs covers her
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Harvey: Good thing Pence came in when he did or the match would have been over.

Jeff: Sally is in trouble here, but she’s tough, she can fight through it and get that tag to Pence.

Chase: What, now your not gonna say how awesome that leg drop was from Biggs.

Jeff: It would have been more impressive if Level One wasn’t holding Sally in place.

Biggs picks Sally up and throws her into the ropes and throws her up in the air, but as she comes down, she grabs Bigg’s head and connects with a Tornado DDT! Both struggle to their feet and Sally dropkick’s Biggs in the leg. Biggs goes down to a knee and Sally comes off the ropes and nails Biggs with a Shinning Wizard. Sally is able to tag Pence in who gets into the ring and takes Biggs down with a clothesline and then brings him to the ropes, throws him and kicks him in the gut. Pence comes off the ropes and nails Biggs with a Scissor Kick. Pence gets up and runs to the corner where Level One is and Level One jumps off the apron.

Jeff: Pence needs to keep his focus on Biggs who’s the legal man and not Level One.

Harvey: Pence is trying to do everything he can right now to get his hands on Pence.

Chase: Pence is looking for a death wish if that’s what he wants.

Pence pulls Biggs to his feet and throws him into the ropes and hits Biggs with the Spine Buster. Pence pumps the crowd up as he gets ready for the Heavy Artillery (Rock Bottom), Before Biggs gets to his feet, Level One slides into the ring and clobbers Pence in the back of the head with a clothesline. Level One gets a few kicks in before the ref gets Level One to go to his corner. Biggs crawls over and tags in Level One. With Pence down

Chase: Pence wanted him, Pence got him.

Harvey: That’s not how Pence wanted him.

Jeff: I don’t think Pence has realized yet that Level One is now the legal man.

Level One walks around Pence stalking him and then kicks him in the head. Pence rolls to the corner and is laying with his head on the bottom turn buckle. Level One begins choking Pence by stepping on his throat. The ref counts 1.…2.…3.…4.….. Level One steps off Biggs. Level One pulls Pence up and has him in the corner and starts giving Pence punches to the ribs before throwing him to the opposite corner. Level One runs at him, but Pence moves and Level One hit’s the corner chest first. Pence then rolls Level One up in a school boy
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Both men are up, Level One goes for a clothesline but Pence ducks, but Level One nails Pence in the head with a Pele Kick. Level One tags in Biggs who is quick to get back into the ring and Pence is on his knee’s about to get up and Biggs dropkicks Pence in the head and then pulls him to the middle of the ring and then applies the camel clutch.

Chase: If Biggs applies that move on you at One Night in Hell Jeff, then say good bye to APW.

Jeff: Johnny, there’s no chance in hell that Biggs can make me scream I quit. In the nine years I’ve been in this business, I’ve never once screamed the words I quit and I don’t plan on starting at One Night in Hell.

Biggs gets in a few crossface forearm shots on Pence as he sits back and pulls on Pences head. The ref checks for a tap out, but Pence keeps saying “No.” The fans start cheering for Pence and Pence some how finds the strength to get to his feet. With Biggs still holding on, Pence falls backwards, crushing Biggs under him. Both men are down and the ref starts counting them out but Biggs is able to start crawling to his corner. Biggs tags in Level One and Pence slowly gets to his feet. Level One runs at Pence who out of no where’s, catches Pence with a spear and then gets of top of him, laying in the punches and the arena is cheering.

Harvey: This is what Pence has been waiting for. Finally Pence gets his hands on Level One!

Level One tries to get away, but Pence won’t let him as Pence is able to get Level One to his feet and punches him to the ropes. Pence gives him an irish whip and then lifts Level One up to his shoulders and gives him the Samoan drop. Pence picks Level One up, and Level One gets the thumb in on Pence then gives him the Randy Orton Back Breaker. Level One tags Biggs back in and they start double teaming Pence with kicks and punches. The ref can’t get control of them and Sally gets into the ring and grabs Biggs, giving him some forearm shots before knocking him down with a jumping Enziguri kick. Level One grabs Sally by her hair and Sally tackles Level One and they go through the ropes and to the outside. Sally and Level One brawl outside the ring and up the entrance way as Biggs and Pence both get to their feet. Biggs tags a swing at Pence, but Pence ducks it, grabs Biggs and nails him with the Heavy Artillery. Pence hooks the leg for the cover
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Harvey: What’s he doing here?

Chase: He did what was right, he stopped Pence from winning.

Jeff: Chris has no right being out here. And I’m going to do something about it.

Jeff throws off his head set and goes around the ring, right behind Chris Cyrus. Pence is yelling at Chris, distracting him and then Jeff taps Chris on the shoulder. Chris turns around and is shocked to see Jeff there. Jeff begins punching Chris and takes a few steps back. Chris charges with a clothesline, but Jeff ducks, Chris turns and Jeff connects with the Eye of the Hurricane (Diamond Cutter). Biggs gets behind Pence and gives him the first contact reverse DDT. Sally and Level One are still battling on the entrance ramp and they make their way down to ringside. Level grabs Sally and throws her into the ring barrier. Level runs at her but she ducks and Level One goes over and into the crowd. Security back the fans away as Level One gets up and Sally stands on the ring barrier and leaps off with a Bulldog to Level One on a concrete. Back in the ring, With Pence down, Biggs gets outside of the ring and grabs a Steel Chair.

Harvey: What’s Biggs planning on doing here

Chase: Putting an end to Pence once and for all.

Biggs with the chair in hand in the ring, waits for Pence to get to his feet. The ref is telling Biggs to put the chair down but he’s not listening. Jeff jumps up on the apron and Biggs charges at Jeff with the chair, but Jeff jumps off the apron as Biggs swings the chair. Biggs turns towards Pence who’s on his feet, he kicks Biggs in the gut. Biggs drops the chair and Pence grabs Biggs and gives him the Heavy Artillery onto the chair. Pence covers Biggs
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Winners: Sally Talfourd & Pence Weatherlight[/center]

Paige: Here are your winners, by pinfall, Sally Talfourd and Pence Weatherlight!

Harvey: Sally Talfourd has just pinned Level-One! She just pinned Level-One!

Chase: Maybe Level-One isn't as invincible as we thought he was!

The ref raises her hand in victory and Jeff is clapping for Pence and Sally. Pence and Sally celebrate their victory as Jeff goes back to the commentators table.

Chase: Who do you think you are getting involved in a match of this caliber. You just ruined a perfectly great Main Event. Thanks a lot for nothing Mr. President.

Jeff: Its stuff like that, Chris Cyrus getting involved, Biggs using illegal weapons that makes APW look bad. Its stuff like that, that need stopped.

Level-One realizes that he just got caught by Sally, and shakes his head in disbelief. Sally and Pence raise their hands in unison, and Level-One gets back to his feet, attacking both of them behind! He knocks Pence out over the ropes, and then grabs a hold of Sally, tossing her through the ropes to the floor! He then grabs Sally up and throws her over the barricade! Out of no where, Young Mannie appears and attacks Sally from behind. A shot double team on Sally happens and then Mark Mania and John Green show up, attacking Level One and Mannie. Level One and Mannie brawl with John, Mark and Sally to backstage. Pence climbs over the barricade, and runs in the direction of melee.

Harvey: So much chaos happening, what a night this has been.

Biggs stands up on the floor looks at the crowd before walking around the ring and stops at the commentators table and looks at Jeff.

Jeff: Good try out there Biggs. Maybe next time you’ll….ah

Biggs dives over the commentators table and tackles Jeff to the ground. Biggs lays in punches off Jeff and then grabs the cord from the headset and starts choking Jeff with it.

Harvey: Biggs has lost it.

Chase: Could be worse. He could be choking Jeff with his tie.

As Jeff gasp for air, Biggs grabs Jeff and rolls him into the ring. Jeff is slowly getting up as Biggs stands behind him. Jeff gets to his feet and Biggs lifts Jeff up and gives Jeff the HurraDriver.

Chase: Take that President Jeff, How does it feel to have your own signature move done on you!

Biggs then locks in the HurraConda Vice (Anaconda Vice) and Jeff is kicking his legs and tapping.

Harvey: That’s Jeff’s finisher. Could we see this at One Night in Hell.

Chase: Your damn right we will. What you see right now is a preview of what’s to come.

Biggs isn’t letting go as the time keeper keeps ringing the bell. A few referee’s run out and try to get Biggs off of President Jeff but Biggs isn’t letting go.

Harvey: The longer Biggs keeps this hold on, the more damage he’s doing to President Jeff.

The bell continues to ring as Jeff is tapping and the ref’s are pulling of Biggs arms and finally Biggs lets go. Biggs gets up and stands looking at Jeff who looks hurt. The crowd is booing and then Biggs looks up and a grin comes across his face.

Chase: In a month, the whole world will refer to Biggs as President Biggs. And there’s not a single thing anyone can do about it.

Harvey: Well see at One Night in Hell when these two go one on one. What we saw here is no indication that Biggs can make President Jeff say I quit.

Chase: We’ll see Darren, We’ll see.

Harvey: We’re out of time. What a night this has been, don’t miss Overdrive Next Thursday.

Bigg’s continues to stand over President Jeff as the APW copyright Logo comes up on the screen as Overdrive comes to a close.