Overdrive - Long Island, New York (11/04/10)

[President Jeff]

As the video end, the titantron kicks back on.



The fans go ballistic as Hurricane Jeff makes his way to the ring.

Paige: Please welcome, the Owner of Action Packed Wrestling. “PRESIDENT’ HURRICANE JEFF!

Jeff gets in the ring and goes over to Nicky Paige and takes the mic from her hand and then helps her out of the ring before going to them middle of the ring. His music cuts off.

Jeff: HOWS IT GOING LONG ISLAND!

The APW Faithful scream at the top of their lungs

Jeff: Last Sunday at One night in Hell, was indeed a night in Hell for me. Biggs and I took each other to hell and back, and back to hell again in your “I quit” Match. And incase anyone as been living under a rock, Your President, Hurricane Jeff, made Biggs scream the words I quit. And because of that, I am back in full control of APW and Thursday Night Overdrive. With that said, I won’t be hiring anyone to be the General Manager of Overdrive. See, that just cause me some trouble, so, I’m just going to do the job myself.

The fans cheer for the boss

Jeff: Now, there’s one thing I want to talk about tonight. And I’m sure you long island fans are excited for it. This Sunday, marks the return of INSANE WRESTLING CHAMPIONSHIP!

An IWC chant is heard from the front row and Jeff paces around the ring as he speaks

Jeff: I haven’t publicly talked about this purchase. So let me fill everyone in. Since the first time I wrestled in IWC, back in 2003, I had a special place in my heart not only for IWC, but for Independent company’s. So I’ve always wanted to own one. But with the success of APW, I didn’t think I would. So, after Biggs took control of Overdrive, I decided to take some time away, and get my fix of Indy wrestling. So I joined North Star Championship Wrestling. I wrestled there up until a few weeks ago when the company went under. But while I was there, I thought to myself, I got the money, I got the time, Why not start an Independent Promotion. So Myself along with some APW executives had a few meetings on getting this started, and then I got a call from a friend of mine in the Long Island Area. He told me that IWC was up for sale. So I took a big risk and I bought IWC. Call me Crazy for buying a company that once tried to ruin APW, but I bought it and now its all mine.
Jeff continues to pace around the ring.

Jeff: Why Insane Wrestling Championship. Well, Its no secret, I know how to run a company. APW is almost three years old. We’re closing in on our 100th Overdrive Episode. And IWC, had no much potential back in the day to be great, it never had a leader to push the company forward. And I want to be that leader. I want IWC to succeed and have the fame it never got. So I hired all the old staff back, Steve Beckett, Jack Spade, Russ T Nailz and others. And I believe that IWC can be the next big thing. And for all you fans out there who can’t make it to the show, be sure to head on over to www.thenewiwc.tk and watch the show online. Now that I got that out of the way.

Tonight, we have a big show planned. Including an Overdrive Title match. And our main event, We will see Level One Verses Nathaniel Havok Verses Mark Mania in a triple threat match and the winner becomes the Number one Contender for the Heavyweight Title, and will go on to the last show of the year, Christmas Chaos and face off against Sally Talfourd. How does that sounds APW Faithful!

The Long Island crowd cheers.

Jeff: Now that I have that taken care off, enjoy the rest of the show everyone.

Raining Blood by Slayer begins to play and Jeff exit’s the ring and heads up the ramp as the cameras cut to ringside.

Harvey: Its great to have Jeff back and in charge.

Chase: Spear for yourself. Biggs was screwed at One Night in Hell, he should still be in charge.

Harvey: What’s done is done now. But speaking of Biggs, He and Chris Cyrus will be teaming up to take on the tag champs, C.J Gates and Blade in a non title match.

Chase: The question is, can Chris and Biggs work together. After what we saw between those two and Ellie at One Night in Hell, I don’t think so.

Harvey: And also tonight, in our main event like Jeff already mentioned. Level One, Nathaniel Havok and Mark Maina, triple threat match. Winner faces Sally at Christmas Chaos for the Title.

Chase: A great match that should be.

Harvey: Lets stop wasting time and go to the ring for the opening contest.


Paige: The opening contest is a triple threat match schedule for one fall.

APW comes back from a commercial to a arena filled with a silent crowd. All the lights gout out in the arena and all you can see is flashes from the audience’s cameras and phones. The arena’s roof sprinklers turn on one after the other and people in black robes start emerging from behind the curtain with their torches in their hands. They all make two lines that run down the ramp and stare at each other. The sprinklers then shut off. Destruction God starts talking into the mic without appearing.

Destruction God: It all started thirty two years ago when I was born. My mother died when I was born in the operating room. My alcoholic dad started to raise me, but gave up when I was ten and I was a good-for nothing in his eyes. I didn’t do well in school, and what was I to come home looking forward to? “You are a demon child! There is nothing for you in this life so just kill yourself!” Oh how right he was.

Destruction God appears from behind the curtains to cheers.

DG: But that is a whole other story than what I came out here to talk about. Well first, I’d like to introduce myself to you. My name is John Ratner, and I was an alcoholic. One day, I drove off a cliff and crashed into a huge pile of rocks. I crawled my way back to the surface and left before the ambulances arrived. I then stumbled upon the clan “Demons of the Higher Arch”. They enlisted me right away after seeing my figure.

Destruction God starts walking slowly down the ramp.

DG: But before I get more in depth, I have to tell you that I can’t go more into depth. I’m here to tell you what I am here for. You see, I’m obviously not here for the gold, the ladies, and the fame. I am only here to claim that I am the best in the Action Packed Wrestling Federation, and will retire with a championship when I have already beaten and annihilated all of the Action Packed Wrestling’s roster. You see, The Demons of the Higher Arch has one purpose and one purpose ONLY: to destroy and exterminate ANY that comes in our way. We get a what you call “an adrenaline rush” from seeing what we have done to another human being. Our leader is a son of the devil, his name is Tyrant.

Destruction God goes up the steel steps and gets I the ring through the middle of the ropes.

DG: All of the men you see in the robes are the servants of the Demons of the Higher Arch. They are worthless human beings like all of you in the audience.

The crowd boos loudly.

DG: Go ahead and boo all you want, like I said, I’m not here for the fame, I’m just here for the destruction, and when I hear all you sad worms crying because your stupid little role model is lying on the matt unconscious and barely breathing, they makes me one of the happiest people in the world. Now go ahead and enjoy the show, for I am done talking to all you peasants.

The Destruction God throws his mic out of the ring and waits patiently for his opponents to come out as the crowd’s boos grow louder.

Paige: Introducing first from Detroit Michigan, DESTRUCTION GOD!

"You're the best" is heard around the arena, which instantly grabs the attention of the fans. Onto the entrance ramp arrives Marshall, light-footed as he hops around the ramp, loving that he's centre of attention. A smile on his face, he walks down the entrance ramp looking around at the people who've paid to see him. As he gets closer to the ring, Marshall runs and slides in, under the bottom ropes, turns onto his back and kips up, which attracts a few screams from the girls, he knows he's attractive and is gonna play on it.

Paige: And his opponent, JACK MARSHALL

The camera pans in a circle around him as Marshall climbs to the second turnbuckle, holding one finger up in the air "number one" he mouths, before jumping off the turnbuckle and leaning backwards on the ropes, waiting for his opponent

"Bad Company" by Five Finger Death Punch hits the PA System, as Billy Shea walks out with no real emotion on his face. He's focused and isn't going to let any outside distractions bring him down. He stops on the ramp of the ramp and throws out his arms, as the fireworks light up the ramp.

Paige: And his opponent. BILLY SHEA

He then brings his hands down and walks down the ramp. He walks slowly but surely, and as he is at the end of the ramp, he slides into the ring. He gets into his corner and cracks his knuckles, waiting his opponent.

Billy Shea Vs Destruction God Vs Jack Marshall


Almost at the instant the bell rang, Jack Marshall delivered a devastating right hand to Billy Shea’s jaw, sending him flying backwards and out of the ring. He then turned his attention to Destruction God, who stood mere inches away from him, and mouthed to him to join forces with him to take Shea out of the equation. Destruction God seemed to contemplate his offer for a moment, but before he could, Shea had gotten back into the ring, and had thrown himself at Marshall, taking him down and kicking him with boot after boot to the head. Destruction God pulled Shea off of Marshall, whipping him into the turnbuckle, and following suit with a clothesline.

Harvey: Its every man for himself in this match.

Chase: And the winner of this match could go on to great things as this is their debut APW match.

Marshall climbed to his feet in time to see Destruction God take Shea and whip him into the ropes again and duck his head, but Shea countered by kicking Destruction God in the chest. Destruction God stood upright, glaring at Shea, then grabbed the Warrior. He slung him into the ropes and slammed Shea onto his knee on the rebound, delivering a monstrous Backbreaker. Destruction god goes for a cover
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Shea rolled out of the ring, Destruction God rose to his feet and turned to face Marshall. Marshall, now ignoring what was left of Shea, faced Destruction God , and held out his hand, waiting for him to accept it. Destruction God looked into Marshall's eyes for a split second, then, without warning, drove a boot into his Marshall's gut, then reeled back and punched him in the face. Marshall staggered backwards for a moment, then drove a fist of his own into Destruction God’s face, knocking Destruction God back. The two went back and forth, trading blows, then Marshall gained the upper hand, beating Destruction God back into the ropes, then whipping him toward the other end of the ring. When Destruction God came back, Marshall trapped him in his arms, locking them around him like a vice, then flipped him, delivering a German Suplex. With Destruction God down on the mat, Marshall stood over him, looking down at him, then dropped down to the mat as well, and slammed his own hand over Destruction God’s throat, choking him, but breaking the choke before the referee could disqualify him.

Harvey: If Marshall isn’t careful, he could get himself disqualified.

With Destruction God laying there prone, Marshall stood to his feet and made his way over to the turnbuckle and climbed to the top rope, and dove off with a Moonsault the moment Destruction God had sat up and gotten to his feet. Before he could take advantage, however, Shea climbed into the ring and cut him off midway, leaping into the air and connecting with a Flying Crossbody, dropping both himself and Marshall to the mat.

Destruction God looked over the two unmoving men for a few moments, then as Marshall began to get up, Destruction God hit him with a punt to the head. He then focused his attention on Shea, who was just getting to his feet. Destruction God slung Shea off the ropes and attempted a Black Hole Slam, but Shea reversed it into a DDT, leaving both men on the mat. After a minute, they were up. Destruction God charged him again, but Shea stopped him dead in his tracks with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex, taking him back down to the mat once again, and leaving all three men down for the count.

Chase: This could be anyone’s match

Shea was first to his feet, however, and, seeing the two unmoving men in the middle of the ring, he stalked Destruction God. When Destruction God got up, Shea went for the Suicida Epitome (Cutter). Destruction God pushed him off. When Shea got back up, Destruction God hit the R.K.O. He pins him.
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Winner: Destruction God

Harvey: Destruction God makes his APW debut with a big win here tonight.

Chase: This could be the beginning of great things for this man.

Destruction God celebrates as his music hits and we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

'Starstrukk' hits the speakers and the lights all die down. But that hardly stops the crowd from going crazy - screaming and cheering, hollaring and hooting. A spotlight opens up on the stage, waiting with as much anticipation as the fans in attendance. Then, out steps the one and only, Sally Talfourd! Out she walks, the APW World Title draped over her shoulder. The crowds manage to get louder, and the music is almost drowned out. Sally looks out into the black, gives a slight bow then starts her way down towards the ring, waving out to everyone as she goes. The lights come back up, and the crowds rush to the sides, hoping to slap hands with Sally as she passes by.

Paige: Making her way to the ring at this moment, she is the new APW World Heavyweight Champion: Sally Talfourd!

Sally hugs one of the fans at the corner - a young girl with a 'Sally Talfourd #1' sign, then starts to climbs the steps. She stands on the apron, looks around at the crowd again, then takes hold of her belt, steps through the ropes and into the ring. She looks around, coyly, then raises her belt for everyone to see. She passes Nicky by, giving her a wink, as she heads for the turnbuckle, climbs up to the second rope, and poses with her belt. The flashes of a thousand cameras go off. Sally jumps down then goes back to the centre of the ring, having a short little talk with Nicky before she hands over her microphone and leaves the ring. Sally is there alone. Well, not alone. There is the small fact of the thousands of fans who have started chanting "Sally! Sally! Sally!" She smiles with a blush, then gestures for everyone to quiet down. Once they have died down to a quiet murmur, Sally brings up the mircophone to her mouth, struggling to hide that trademark smile.

Sally: Ladies and gentlemen, thank-you. *A roar of approval from the crowd* Thank-you for all of your support. Not just tonight. Not just at One Night in Hell. But for every week that you came to an APW show, to OverDrive, to our pay per views, standing on your feets and clapping and cheering me on. All your support, all your love and your gratitude has got me to this very spot: Into this ring with the brightest smile and the APW World Heavyweight Championship over this pretty shoulder. But what about One Night in Hell, right? What a great show it was. It will definitely go down as one of the best. I mean, every title changed hands. Every match was an 'edge of the seat' moment. And just about everyone put in their all and delivered the best matches you could find anywhere else. I don't know about anyone else, but I had never been more prouder to be a part of this company.

Of course, an "APW! APW! APW" chant starts out from somewhere in the back, and spreads like an infection across the whole crowd. Sally looks around with a smile, then nods along with the chant and the claps. She then manages to quiet down the crowd once again.

Sally: But One Night is going to be a night a remember for a long time because it was the night I proved without a shadow of a doubt that I am among the best here. There's hardly an argument to be made that I don't deserve this *Sally pats her belt*. I went from first to last, even with every single man going after me as if I were the weak link. I mean, the elimination chamber match? It's hardly an "equal opportunity" environment, right? That match served the APW title up to the likes of Level-One and Mark Mania and Havok on a silver plate. And yet look at the person who walked out with it. She was the smallest. She was the weakest. And she was ... well, a she. She was the least likely to win the belt. And yet I managed to do it.

A cheer of recognition of the win that Sally dug out last week. She starts to pace around the ring, one hand holding onto the belt tight the other the microphone. There's a spring in her step and a look in her eye that just says she has been waiting for this moment for a while.

Sally: Now if you were silly you would have listened to Level-One say that it was going to be a repeat of Shockwave. Or you would have heard Mark Mania try and reason why a woman shouldn't be the face of APW. Or you would have heard Havok say ... something about talking goats or whatever. But irregardless of all that, I walked out the APW World Heavyweight Champion. And I can't claim to be inside any of their heads, or know what they're thinking, but I would put money on the fact that if they haven't had their whole world shaken by this sight *Sally lowers the microphone, shifts her belt on her shoulder, then poses with a beaming smile before bringing the microphone to her mouth again* then they are in complete and utter denial.

And whatever side you fall on Mark, Lester, Nathaniel, Criss or anyone else who watched me win. If your whole idea about who can be the best has been turned upside down. If you have gone home every night since One Night and refused to accept that I am champion. If you have woken up with a smile on your face thinking APW is business as usual. Where ever you fit, here's a consolation prize for you: I don't care. The only people I care about are the silent majority. These fans *Sally points out to the audience with her free hand, which gets them roaring with approval* are the reason I'm here. I don't care how hard this loss hit you, Lester. I don't care if your world has come crashing down seeing a woman leave the kitchen, Mark. I don't care if your tea leaf-reading loons from the sewers didn't see this one coming, Havok. The fact of the matter is it did happen and it happened for the APW faithful.

The crowd cheers out for itself, knowing that when Sally says she did something for them she's telling the truth. She beams a smile out to them all, then gives a wave to a pocket of people who are decked out in all the latest Sally Talfourd gear. The APW merch machine didn't even wait a day before shipping.

Sally: Like I said, if you think APW is going to be business as usual, then you're wrong and I don't care. This is a new chance for APW to hit its stride. APW is changing. Look at all these new faces that are holding titles, that are reaching the top, that are making a name for themselves. Look at that and tell me that things aren't changing. So whether you like the change or not, it doesn't matter. It's happening. So get on board or stay at the station, because this train is leaving. You can be a part of this, or you can just let it all go. And if you're disappointed that change is underfoot, then I can only apologise for you living five steps behind the rest of us. If you can't keep up, then don't even bother coming for a run. *Sally goes to keep speaking, then catches herself on the big screens back up on the stage. She looks at herself with a smile* You know, just to be a little self-indulgent - which I know is *very* rare, coming from me - I know that people have remarked that I might just be the most beautiful person in APW. But this might be the first night I agree with you. I mean, have you ever seen me looking this good?

The crowd roars in approval. Of course they would agree. Who could possible disagree? Sally looks a little flattered, a little shy, as she starts to circle the ring, waiting for a break in the cheers to start up again.

Sally: Ok, enough about me. I got this championship by being about APW. I fought for the reputation and the renown and the greatness that is APW. I walked into that elimination chamber match knowing full well that it was a privlige to wrestle beneath the letters 'APW'. I knew that if I were to fly against the odds, beat the very best that APW has to offer, and put in the performance of my life, that I would be honoured with this most presigeous of titles. This title here *Sally looks at the title, the glint of pride or the glint of a tear in her eye* means more to me than any other belt I've won before. To be recognised as the best that this company has? That holds a place in my heart that won't be lost any time soon. I promise you, APW, to represent you. You want the best in the wrestling business? You only need to tune in to OverDrive each and every week. That's my promise. I will give you the best wrestling that you can find anywhere.

And that brings me to a certain three men who are fighting for the unique opportunity to get a night with Sally Talfourd. *Hooting and hollaring from the crowd* Now I know, I know. I bet they are all scrambling, head over heels, not to get at this *Sally taps the belt over her shoulder* but rather a chance to get back in the ring with me. I mean, Havok has yet to prove he can beat me - a woman - yet. Mark Mania, I'm sure, needs to reconfrim his whole 'women should be in the kitchen' ethos seeings he, too, can't beat me. And, of course, Level-One just wants to get a match with me because I've been the one to pin him on the last two occassions. None of these three men actually want my title. They want their pride back. Don't you worry though, guys. I'm keeping it safe. I made a special spot for it on my dressing table so that every morning I wake up and get ready for the day, I am reminded of the fact that despite all your words, all your actions, and all your bluster not one of you three could figure out how to beat me.

None of you three could do what you all said was beyond an easy task: beat me. Me, a woman of all one-hundred and *Sally coughs* pounds and amounting to a few lucky wins at the right time, yeah? None of you were good enough when all the odds were stacked for you and against me. So what I want to do is wish you good luck at this moment. Not all of you. No no no. I want to wish the winner of tonight's match good luck. Because never will you get a match that gives you such an advantage over me. Never will you get a chance to beat me with such supposed ease. Never will you get a match where I am at such a disadvantage, with five men, a steel cage, and a world of hurt to contend with. So good luck, and you're going to need it. Because the next time we tango for this lovely little thing *Again, Sally gently pats the belt* you're going to have to learn a whole lot of new dance moves to beat me.

'Starstrukk' hits the speakers again, and Sally heads over to the ropes to toss the microphone to Nicky. Then she poses in the ring once more with her belt, over-the-top poses just to give everyone their unique photo. Then she gives another slight bow to the crowd, mouths 'Thank you' to them all and climbs through the ropes. She jumps down from the apron then starts to high-five the fans hanging over the barricades as she makes her way up to the stage. More posing, more music, and more camera-flashes, before she gives a final wave and heads backstage and we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

The scene opens up in the dressing room. We see Biggs sitting on a bench in his ring gear. Biggs has an angry pissed off look on his face. Just then, Chris Cyrus shows up. In his ring gear too, Chris stands beside Biggs and talks to him.

Chris: Biggs man. You haven’t been returning my phone calls, my emails, my text messages. Can we just talk about this. I’ve been trying to apologize to you. I know what you saw at One Night in Hell looked bad, but it wasn’t as bad as you think it was. I mean, Ellie came on to me. She threw herself onto me. I tried to get away, but then you walked in. I’m sorry man.

Biggs just sits there not moving a muscle.

Chris: Jeff put us in a tag match tonight. He knows that things with us aren’t good and that’s why he did it. But tonight, lets put everything behind us, start fresh and go out there and beat those tag champs and get ourselves a title shot and become tag champs. The one thing that the Axis of Awesome hasn’t been able to do. Lets not give Jeff the satisfaction of having us turn on each other.

Biggs still doesn’t move and he stares into nothing.

Chris: Biggs? Biggs!

Chris shakes his head in frustration.

Chris: I got your back out there tonight, I’ll see you in the ring.

Chris walks off and Biggs lifts his head up, watching him walk away as we go back to ringside.

Overdrive comes back with Streets Wilson already in the ring. His music fades out, and the lights flicker and all goes dark for a few moments, suddenly it is heard...

"Can't Stop....Can't Stop....Can't Stop!....Can't Stop!"



"Can't Stop" by PreThing plays out over the entire arena as Cid Phoenix - wearing white facepaint & dressed in a long, bulky black leather duster stands at the top of the rampway, accompanied by his manager - Liz, dressed in a gothic black dress and high New Rock boots.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Liz, weighing in at 162 pounds, from New York City, Cid Phoenix! And his opponent, already in the ring, weighing in at 288 pounds, from Stamford, Conneticut, Streets Wilson!

Harvey: Cid Phoenix made his return to APW at One Night in Hell, and now he makes his in-ring redebut here tonight against Streets Wilson!

Chase: We haven't seen too much of Streets lately. A win for either one of these guys would kick start their respective returns to APW!

Making their way towards the ring, he slides snake-like beneath the ring ropes, before getting up and holding the ropes for Liz, who climbs underneath and leans back against Cid in a provocative pose. She then turns and caresses his face, leans in close and whispers words of encouragement, before kissing him good luck & exiting the ring. Cid then raises the ropes for her to leave the ring, and sits in a corner of the ring, awaiting the call for the bell. DING! DING! DING!

Cid Phoenix vs. Streets Wilson

Cid uses the ropes to pull himself up in the corner as the bell rings and Streets charges in! Cid quickly reacts, catching Streets with a Rolling Boston Crab! Streets uses his height and size advantage to drag himself to the ropes, and gets a hand on the bottom rope as the ref begins the five count. Phoenix lets go on the count of four, and as Streets gets to his feet, Cid wastes no time coming in for a Swinging Neck Breaker! He then pulls Streets up by the arm and whips him into the corner, running in behind him to nail Streets with a Running Double Knee Press right to the face! Streets is knocked hard back into the turnbuckle, and Cid is back to his feet in a flash, grabbing the stumbling Streets and delivering the Snapdragon! Streets looks to be out of it as Cid rolls him over onto his back and hooks the leg
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Winner: Cid Phoenix

Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Cid Phoenix!

Liz slides into the ring as “Can't Stop” begins to play again, and she raises Phoenix's arm in victory. Cid has serious look on his face while he looks down at his fallen opponent.

Harvey: What an impressive showing from Cid Phoenix here tonight! Once that bell rung, he didn't even give Streets a chance!

Chase: Phoenix showed a relentless, suffocating attack here tonight against Streets Wilson, and if he can keep this kind of momentum up, there's no telling what kind of success he'll see here in APW!

Liz escorts Phoenix back up the ramp as his music continues to play and we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

The scene opens in the ring is being set for Sports Talk with Shaun Kilgore as special guest host as The Greatness are sitting and they begin placing on their headsets as they seem not their usual self’s. They are teary-eyed and shaken as they begin too talk*

Shaun Kilgore: It is with a heavy heart that we come before you tonight, a broken team. One Night in Hell was certainly that for us. First, I lost his Overdrive Championship. Then the Sports Nutz lost their Tag Team Championships. It was not a good night at all.

The fans chant "WE DON'T CARE! WE DON'T CARE! WE DON'T CARE!"

Shaun Kilgore: Shut up! All of you!

"YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!"

Dunpork: Shaun, ignore these idiots. They're jealous because they know that we can do what they do, but they can't do what we do.

Craig: That's right. And just because we lost at One Night In Hell doesn't mean we're finished...

*The Greatness gathers in a quick line and poses as and mock fans, It’s all fun and games until they’re soon interrupted by the video screen as Gordie Heath is shown on camera with him laid out and a black rose laid on his body, The Greatness are pissed as they start flipping over the furniture in the ring*

Shaun Kilgore: GORDIE………..GORDIE…….!

Harvey: Someone attack Gordon Heath.

Chase: Thanks for clearing that up Mr. Obvious

*The lights go out in the arena as they finished going livid, They come back on wait it’s the RSM….Nero is holding a Barbwire 4x4, Mannie is wielding a Singapore cane, while JR Kingston has nothing and he standing behind Kilgore. The Greatness are confused as their looking up the entrance ramp and the crowd is begging for them too turn around*

Harvey: What’s the Red Shield Mafia doing out here?

Shaun Kilgore turns and Fireball from Kingston, Kilgore is down and rolling in pain. Nero swings and nearly takes off Craig Mueller’s head and Mannie crushes George Dunpork skull with his cane. They begin too stomp away at the Greatness. Nero start choking Mueller’s neck and slap him in the face as blood starts too fall. Mannie follows suit as he keeps caning the poor Dunpork. Kingston slaps Kilgore as he is seriously hurt. Kingston slides too the outside near the commentary table and steals some fans chairs as he tosses them in the ring. He then checks under the ring and pulls out a Glass table, with a bag of thumbtacks.

Chase: This isn’t going to be pretty.

Harvey: We need someone to come out here and put an end to this.

The RSM align on the sides of all the Greatness and they beg for them too get up as each one does they smash the chairs so hard to their heads they sound like cannon’s blowing up in the arena. JR starts too whip Kilgore blood on his face and start headbutting him repeatedly. Mannie elbows Dunpork repeatedly in the head. Nero opens and sets up the glass table and starts too spread the thumbtacks on the table.

Harvey: This is getting out of hand. Why are they doing this!

The RSM start pushing the Greatness out the ring as they point to the ramp. It’s Damien Walker he dragging an already unconscious Gordie Heath, He is smirking and he points for help getting him the ring as Kingston slides out and throws him threw the bottom rope. Mannie does a stand double foot stomp and Gordie is pain now as he wakes. Damien then calls for the Red Cross as the RSM takes their positions as Nero and Kingston surrounds Gordie as they stretch him across the table with thumbtacks underneath him and hold in place, Mannie then climbs up their shoulders. The RSM wait for Damien’s decision and they see that he wants this too be over as they get a thumbs down from him. Mannie nods in approval and pantomimes smoking a blunt as he leaps off their shoulders and frog splashes Gordie too hell as the glass shatters and thumbtacks stick too his skin.

Harvey: OH MY GOD!

Chase: I hate to be the person to clean that mess.

*The RSM raise their hands in victory as they all spit on The Greatness and laugh, The RSM all relax as Damien picks a microphone and begins talking.*

Damien: You see what we’ve done, you see the future APW. The Empire is no more! The Greatness are finished, you hear me…..done. This has been in the making since the 1st time we met in May at APW Mayhem. What a night you won and were supposedly the next big thing. We’ve was the ones who made our mark in APW and then you want too come behind like you started this, we’ve put asses in the seats, while you watching sports center and was charging people too watch have anal sex in that joke of a wrestling school.

Harvey: Can he say anal sex on TV?

Chase: I think he just did.

*Gordie Heath is in agony as Damien Walker grinds the glass and thumbtacks with his boots, The Greatness try too sneak up on the RSM, but the Cameras and the video screen warn them before they could get the jump on them. The RSM attack the Greatness again and stomp away at them. While Damien leads traffic. Gordie tries claming his leg as Damien kicks him in the face and laughs. I feel no mercy and no regret. You want my mercy…You want it Gordie! Beg me……beg me!

*Damien leans over and places the mic near his face*

Gordie: Screw you!

Damien: You know I could kick your teeth down your throat, you son of a bitch. We own you, this is our company take your 2 fat old bastards (Points to the Sport Nutz) and this waste of talent (Points to Kilgore) out of my company. I’m done with games…..You stupid asshole, you never saw it coming after we lost I came up with a plan of being able too find the right moment of paying you back. So it started when we both had problems with Biggs so I thought why not kill 2 birds. So we did we helped you and your wall of security started too crumble. We took advantage and it was nearly perfect….We aligned with you and become a stable, you though you could trust us, Well sorry it was meant too be. Everything was good; you boys won the Overdrive and Tag titles. The Empire was born! We had the perfect step too the next move, we were going too beat you and then we was going too win those titles. But on One Night in Hell you blew everything. But I’m over it now because If one door slams in your face, You just do an B&E another assholes house. See we’ve shifted gears and now we’re right here. It hit me like an hurricane…….speaking of hurricane, Jeff I hope your watching this! I got the idea in my head right after the PPV that what the hell were any of you good for now. So I soon met up with my boys we decided too put away childish things and we became men. APW is ours and if aint hard too be all this…….Well! (Shrugs shoulders)

RSM: We Want This S*** Forever!

Harvey: Wow, Its looks like the Red Shield Mafia have put an end to Greatness.

Chase: The Red Shield Mafia just made a statement here tonight.

The Mafia celebrate in the ring as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

The scene opens up backstage where we see new APW Tag Team champions C.J. Gates and Blade in their locker room. They are both wearing their ring attire, with the tag team titles resting on a table in the center of the room alongside Gates' cowboy hat. Both of them have visible marks that are healing on their heads from where they had been broken open at One Night In Hell. As the scene opens, we catch them midway through their conversation.

C.J. Gates: Was definitely a brutal match. That Razorblade you hit, excellent.

Blade: I know. Though when you hit that Gatecrasher to break the pin, was pretty damn good. Came out of no where.

C.J. Gates: Best way to get the crowd into a frenzy early on is to pull out all the stops, and we did just that.

Blade: Couldn't have said it better. We knew it all along, didn't we? We were destined to be Tag Team champions.

C.J. Gates: Definitely. The Nutz held nothing to us when we're on our game.

Just then, the door to the locker room opens and in walks the new APW Xtreme champion Branden Harvey. He is carrying a box in his hands and as he enters the room he places it down on an empty chair near the door, allowing the title belt around his waist to show.

Blade: And there's the man of the hour!

Harvey pats the title around his waist.

Harvey: Thanks, Blade---

Blade: He's got my new batch of shirts!

Blade walks over to the box and opens it up, pulling out more APW Tag Team Champion t-shirts with their respective slogans on the front. Gates walks over and shakes Havrey's hand.

C.J. Gates: How's it going, B?

Harvey: Great right now. Been a pretty good week for me.

C.J. Gates: That's right, you've been on quite a roll. How many wins have you racked up these past few weeks?

Blade: I think it's been about three since he went "Supersonic".

Blade laughs at his little joke as he tosses Gates a T-shirt.

Harvey: Yeah, three. Four if you count the battle royal at One Night in Hell.

C.J. Gates: Looks like you've been putting all of our tips to good use, kid.

Blade: Learning to be the best from the best.

Harvey: They have helped a lot. I'm more confident inside of that ring and I think it's showing.

C.J. Gates: Definitely is.

Blade: You won that ladder match last week, right?

Again Harvey pats the Xtreme title.

Harvey: Damn right I did. Biggest win of my life right there.

Blade: THAT will give Lively something to care about.

The trio shares a laugh as Gates pulls on his new T-shirt.

C.J. Gates: How's it look?

Blade: Looks just as good as those tag team titles look around our waists.

C.J. Gates: Excellent.

Blade: Got to love the shiny gold. It's even better when you make the former champs look like wimps in a match that they thought they had in the bag.

C.J. Gates: Though, they did manage to make us bleed.

Blade: Which still kind of annoys me. They attacked us before the bell and busted us open.

C.J. Gates: Yeah. But, on the other hand, they managed to bust us open before the match started, yet still couldn't put us away. That's got to show something about our ability to hang in there and work as a team.

Blade: Well, when we're watching each others backs, it's all going to work out. Like I said before, breaking that pin with the 450 Splash was some quick thinking.

C.J. Gates: I do my best. But a lot ofthe damage was done by you.

In the background, Branden Harvey has taken his title belt off from around his waist and is using his T-shirt to shine the gold nameplate on the belt. Blade glances over his shoulder and sees this and nudges Gates.

C.J. Gates: What are you up to, B?

Harvey: What? This? Just giving my title a bit of a shine.

Blade: That's right! That ladder match was for the Xtreme title. Congratulations on that win by the way. Welcome to the exclusive club for champions.

C.J. Gates: Do you think we could we be the next to take over?

Harvey: What do you mean?

Blade: Yeah, what's on your mind?

C.J. Gates: Well there was that whole Empire or Greatness thing or whatever it was, and they had the Tag Team titles and the Overdrive title. We've got three belts between the three of us. Pretty impressive really.

Blade: And it's only just the beginning.

C.J. Gates: Oh that would be great.

Harvey: Would love to be a part of something bigger. Something huge.

Blade walks over to Harvey and puts his arm around his shoulders.

Blade: That's the beauty of this partnership. By sticking with us, you can not only learn everything you will ever need to get yourself into the upper echelon, but you'll also get yourself noticed.

C.J. Gates: We'll be on the tips of everyone's tongues.

Blade: The three of us? We're going places.

Gates nods his head in agreement as Harvey nods his as well.

Harvey: So what's next?

Blade: Well first, we need our titles shined. Figured if you were so bored that you wanted to shine yours, you can always shine the more important gold.

C.J. Gates: After that, maybe we could grab a bite to eat.

Harvey: Sounds good.

Blade: Excellent, we'll get our orders down for you.

Blade and Gates take seats by the table, and begin discussing food while Harvey walks over and rests the Xtreme title down on the table, and begins to shine the Tag Team titles as the scene fades back to ringside

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall

Darkness falls upon the arena as "Duality" by slipknot hits the PA system. Strobes begin to flash throughout the arena, searching for something. The music stops and smoke covers the ring. When it clears, Flame stands tall with a look in his eye that could rape little children.

Paige: Introducing first, from Jacksonville Florida. FLAME

Flame makes is way down to the ring and then gets in the ring waiting for his opponent

X's And O's by Atreyu hit’s the PA and out comes Diamante Valentine by himself

Paige: And his opponent, From Venace Italy, he is accompanied by Damiane Walker....DIAMANTE VALENTINE!

He Walks With His Head Held High Wearing John Morrison Style Shades, Always Kissing A Female Fan On The Hand And Make Other Womens Jealous As She Falls And Faints. He Walks Onto The Steps Slicking His Hair Back

Diamante Valentine W/ Damien Walker Vs Flame


Both men lock up and Diamante gets a headlock in on Flame. Flame shoots him off into the ropes and Diamante takes him down with a shoulder block. Diamante runs off the ropes and jumps over Flame. Flame gets up and leap frogs Diamante and Diamante gets caught coming back with a boot to the face. Diamante bounces up and falls to the corner. Flame goes over and throws him into the opposite corner and runs behind him, crushing him with a clothesline. Diamante falls to the mat. Flame picks him up and throws him into the ropes and gives him a big Powerslam and then covers him
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Harvey: Flame looks to make a bigger impact here tonight that the one at One Night in Hell.

Chase: Flame was very close to winning the Xtreme Title at One Night in Hell.

Flame picks Diamante up and gives him a gorilla press slam. Flame goes to the corner and waits for Diamante to get up. As he does, Damien Walker grabs Flame’s leg as Flame tries running out of the corner. Flame is stuck and turns his attention to Damien. Flame is distracted just enough for him to turn around and get a big boot to the face from Diamante. Flame doesn’t go down, but Diamante takes him to the center of the ring and drops him with the Fame Asser. Diamante hooks the leg
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Diamante picks Flame up and punches him to the ropes. He throws Flame into the ropes but holds on to his arm and knee’s Flame in the gut as he hit’s the ropes. Diamante then pulls Flame to the middle of the ring and suplexes him. He holds on, spins over and pulls Flame up and suplexes again. Diamante does the same thing again and nails a third suplex on Flame.

Chase: That’s what they call, The Three Amigos.

Harvey: Or 3 suplexes

Diamante goes for a cover
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Diamante pulls Flame up and gives him a few punches and then us able to jump up to his shoulders and takes him over with a Hurricanara. Diamante sets him up near the corner and Diamante climbs up.

Chase: Its over now Darren.

Harvey: Diamante is looking to hit a high risk maneuver.

Diamante stands on the top rope and goes for a Swanton bomb and Flame gets his knee’s up and Diamante lands back first into the knee’s of Flame. Flame is up and Diamante holds his back and Diamante gets taken down with an inverted DDT. Flame covers
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Flame lifts Diamante up and gives him a few chops and sets him up for a Power bomb. He lifts Diamante up and Diamante starts punching Flame in the head and is able to drop down to his feet. Diamante goes for a clothesline, Flame ducks and grabs Diamante around the throat, lifts him up and choke slams him. Flame goes right to Diamante’s legs and locks in the Scorpion Death Lock. Diamante is screaming in pain and Damien Walker jumps on the ring apron. The ref goes over to get him off and Diamante starts tapping. Flame lets go of the hold and goes over to Damien and grabs him by his shirt. Flame ask the fans if he wants him to hit Damien and their cheering. Diamante sneaks up and low blows Flame. The ref doesn’t see it and Damien gets free. Diamante takes Flame to the middle of the ring and sets him up for the Ego Trip (Ganso Bomb).Diamante barely lifts Flame up and drops him on the back of his head with the Ego Trip. Diamante covers
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Winner: Diamante Valentine

Chase: A huge win for this youngster here tonight.

Harvey: Flame had the match won if it wasn’t for Damien

Damien gets in the ring and celebrates with Diamante as we go to backstage

In the backstage Hallway, we see Ellie getting a cup of coffee and Chris comes up to her.

Ellie: Oh hey, did you talk to him. Is everything ok?

Chris: I tried but he’s not talking to me.

Ellie: Should I go to the ring with you tonight

Chris: I wouldn’t. Biggs looks like he could snap any second.

Ellie: Well, good luck tonight. I hope Biggs stops acting like a child and works with you tonight.

Chris: You and I both.

We go commercial

[President Jeff]

The arena lights fade to a dim blue and “Spaceman,” by The Killers, hits the speakers, prompting the fans to boo loudly.



Blue laser lights shoot from the stage as fog emits from the curtain and Biggs makes his entrance, clad in his fancy ring jacket, complete with blue feathers on the shoulders and his signature blue shades. Biggs appears to be in a foul mood, and lacks the normal dance in his step as he heads down the ramp.

Paige: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 217 pounds, from Seattle, Washington, Biggs!

When Biggs reaches the ring, he merely walks up the ring steps and steps in between the ropes, snatching the mic from Nicky Paige, drawing more boos from the crowd. The arena light go back to normal as he begins to speak.

Biggs: Before you introduce my sad excuse for a tag team partner, Nicky, there's a few things I want to say. As any of you pea brains who watched One Night in Hell know, that night wasn't exactly the kind of night I was hoping to have. Quite frankly, I lost everything that night. I lost not only my pride, but also control of Action Packed Wrestling when I told President Jeff, “I Quit.” And now APW is back under the control of a man who panders to every whim and desire of you fans.

The fans cheer at this notion.

Biggs: I know that all of you like that idea, but the fact of the matter is that all of you are too foolish and self centered, not realizing that what you want is rarely ever what you need. So while under my tenure, APW was run in a way that was fair, and based on buy rates and live gates, very successful, the fact is that President Jeff will undo all my hard work, and there's not a darn thing I can do about it. Gone are the days of wrestlers earning their title shots, back are the days of Pence Weatherlight getting shot after shot after shot. I must admit that I'm surprised Jeff showed the restraint to not put Pence in this evenings main event, but the fact of the matter is that the match you're about to witness is proof of Jeff's incompetence.

You see, while it was bad enough that I lost to President Jeff at One Night in Hell, it pales in comparison to the what I witnessed when I got backstage. My former best friend, one Christopher Cyrus, and my former fiance, one Elizabeth Palmer, were locked within the throws of passion, groping at one another, kissing each other on the lips. I should count my blessings that I didn't walk in just a few moments later and see them in a further state of undress, but that's small solace knowing that I lost both my lover and my best friend in one fell swoop.

The fans start cheering even louder. Biggs looks annoyed in the ring.

Biggs: Cheer all you want for my misfortune. I don't want or need your sympathy. Back to what I was saying about President Jeff's inadequacy at running this show, he found it appropriate to book me in a tag team match with the man who betrayed me! If that's not an example of pettiness, I don't know what is! The fact that we are slated to face the APW Tag Team Champions only pours more salt on the wound of having to somehow coexist with that selfish jerk! President Jeff, I know that you are very much going to enjoy watching this match, but as much as you think you're making me suffer, as much as you think you're pushing me to my breaking point, in all honesty, Jeff, you are the least of my worries. Because at the end of the day, Jeff, you're just making my job miserable. Chris and Ellie, the two of you have made my life miserable.

Biggs pauses and wipes his eyes beneath his shades, and then continues to speak.

Biggs: Chris, I saw on the monitors earlier today how you and Ellie think that she should stay in the back tonight, but I implore you, don't be a coward, bring her out to the ring. You two owe me at least that much...

Biggs hands the mic back to Paige, and looks to the ramp, as he awaits the entrance of Cyrus and Ellie.

Harvey: Impassioned words from Biggs there. I've got to admit, I feel a little sorry for the guy after the night he had in Tokyo.

Chase: Finally, you show some semblance of decency, Harvey!

The opening riffs of "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath hits the PA and the fans quickly start booing. Slowly, Chris Cyrus emerges from behind the entrance curtain and stands at the top of the stage, looking out at the crowd. Ellie walks out with him, looking very nervous.

Paige: And his opponent, accompanied by Ellie, weighing in at 240 pounds, from Las Vegas, Nevada, Chris Cyrus!

Harvey: Cyrus is coming off one of the biggest wins as of late for him, triumphing over Pence Weatherlight in the Parking Lot from Hell match!

Chase: He left Tokyo with a win over Pence and a new woman, so he had a very good night. It's just too bad it was Biggs' woman!

Chris begins making his way down to the ring, looking concerned the entire way down. He has to practically drag Ellie by one hand down the ramp. And when they reach the ring, he holds the ropes for Ellie before stepping himself. Both Ellie and Cyrus try to apologize to Biggs, but he's having none of it, glaring at the two of them as they try to plead their case.

While that's going on, "Rise To It" by Kiss begins to play and the fans begin to cheer in anticipation as the lights begin to flicker. After a few moments the new APW Tag Team champions, Blade and C.J. Gates, make there way from the back, both wearing the titles around their waists, and both carrying a microphone. They walk to the top of the ramp and pause, looking at one another before looking around the arena.

Blade: Thank you everyone for such a warm welcome. It's great to come out here as the new tag team champions. It's even better that they are our first titles in APW.

C.J. Gates: Now, I'm sure that everyone has heard that Blade and I have been trying to find a name for our team. Something that would be captivating and edgy.

Blade: Going by 'Blade and C.J. Gates' just wasn't cutting it. And after weeks or deliberation, we believe that we have found a name that will not only captivate and stick in your mind, but also a name that sums the two of us up perfectly. That captures the essence of our partnership.

Again the two men look at each other.

C.J. Gates: It captures our business nature and investments, our different home countries, the fact that we trade off inside of the ring with tags. How we exchange ideas inside and outside of the ring. Our cultural differences.

Blade: It sums us up perfectly, and will be on the tips of the tongues of everyone trying to get their foot in the tag team door.

C.J. Gates: So without further ado, we would like to introduce you to the APW Tag Team Champions, Blade and C.J. Gates....THE EXCHANGE RATE!

The two men then drop their microphones to the stage, bump their fists and then hurry down the ramp and get into the ring. They reach the ring, and walk to the center, raising their titles high in the air before handing them to the ref. C.J. Gates then carefully removes his cowboy hat, giving it to the ref as well, before the two men remove their T-Shirts and toss them into opposite sides of the crowd. The ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

The Exchange Rate vs. Chris Cyrus & Biggs

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Cyrus is still trying to plead with Biggs for forgiveness and turns around to receive a hard Spinning Wheel Kick to the face courtesy of C.J. As he's down on the mat, Gates follows up with a Guillotine Leg Drop right across the throat of one of the few Triple Crown Champions in APW history. Cyrus holds his throat in pain as C.J pulls him up to his feet and grabs a hold of his head, jumping up and spinning around to nail a Tornado DDT! Gates goes for a quick cover, hooking both legs
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Harvey: It's going to take more than that to end this match for either team!

Chase: I'm not so sure I'd call Biggs and Cyrus a team right now.

On the apron, Biggs is staring coldly at his tag team partner, while Cyrus stays on the attack on C.J. Gates, giving him a few punches to the face before wrapping his hands around the throat of Gates, choking the life out of him! The fans are booing loudly as the ref starts the five count, and Cyrus lets go on four. Gates is coughing as Cyrus pulls him back up to his feet, giving him a few punches to the face before whipping him to the ropes. Cyrus gives C.J. Gates a Spinning Wheel Kick of his own on the rebound, and goes for a cover
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Harvey: This right here is an example of why C.J. Gates and Blade are such an effective tag team. They encourage one another inside and out of the ring!

Chase: These fans can cheer all they want, it's up to C.J. Gates to break this hold.

It appears to be working as Gates gives Cyrus a couple of hard elbows to the midsection before shoving Cyrus off, breaking the hold! He turns Cyrus around, and hooks him in position for the Stamp of Approval Double Arm DDT! Both men are down, and begin to crawl to their respective corners slowly!

Harvey: What a move from C.J. Gates there, but it was a bit out of desperation. Now both men are trying to make it to their corners!

Cyrus gets to his corner first, and reaches up to tag Biggs in, but Biggs won't have any of it, walking backwards down the steps to the floor. Ellie comes over to scream at Biggs, telling him he needs to help Cyrus, but he ignores her, turning his head the other way as she pleads with him. By this point, Gates makes the tag to Blade, and Cyrus looks up in disbelief, realizing quickly that he's on his own. Blade reaches down and pulls Cyrus up by the head, but Cyrus gives him some hard punches on the way up, before giving him a knee to the gut, followed up with a Russian Leg Sweep! Cyrus goes for a pin,
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Harvey: It looks like Blade's going to attempt the RaZorblade here! If he hits, this one is over!

Chase: Cyrus better roll out of the way if he has any hope of continuing this match, because we know Biggs won't do a blessed thing to help him!

Blade appeals to the fans, while C.J. Tells him to just pull off the move already. Blade measures up Chris Cyrus, and leaps off, but Cyrus rolls right out of the way, to the arena floor! As Blade crashes and burns, Ellie is there to help Cyrus to his feet, but Biggs comes right to the side of him, shoving Ellie out of the way before kicking Cyrus in the gut, hunching him over! Biggs then grabs a hold of Cyrus' far wrist, and places his knee and shin into the back of Cyrus' head, falling backwards and twisting Cyrus around, driving his knee and shin into the back of Cyrus' head!

Harvey: Oh my gosh! What a vicious move from Biggs there! He's turned his back on Chris Cyrus here tonight and delivered a move we've never seen him use before!

Chase: I don't know what it's called, but I can't blame him for using it on Chris Cyrus!

He then rolls Cyrus back into the ring, and nods to a confused Blade, who covers Cyrus
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Winners: The Exchange Rate[/center]

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

“Rise to It,” by KISS, begins to play as the ref hands Blade and Gates their belts, and they raise them high in the air. They look out at Biggs, who is still on the arena floor, seething as his glare is locked on the downed Chris Cyrus, who is holding his head in pain as Ellie tends to him.

Harvey: A big win for the Tag Team Champs here tonight, overcoming a group who once called themselves the most dominant duo in APW! Granted, Cyrus and Biggs were nowhere near on the same page, but an impressive win for Gates and Blade here tonight!

Chase: Tonight was a total contrast in terms of the meshing of the respective teams! Blade and Gates showed why they are the Tag Team Champs, while Biggs couldn't get over the betrayal of Cyrus long enough to win a match here tonight. In fact, Biggs gave C.J. Gates and Blade the win!

Harvey: I've got to think that Gates and Blade would have come out on top eventually anyways, Biggs just sped up the process!

They shrug their shoulders and exit the ring, slapping fives with the fans as they head up the ramp. Once they leave the arena, their music fades and Biggs walks over to the time keeper's table, and grabs a mic. He slowly slides into the ring near Ellie and Cyrus. Ellie backs up in fear as Biggs gets up to both knees, glaring at her. He has an eerie calm in his voice as he begins to speak.

Biggs: Don't worry, Ellie. I wouldn't dream of hurting you. Certainly not the way that you hurt me. But him...

Biggs points towards Cyrus.

Biggs: Him, I have no trouble hurting...

Biggs drops the mic and pounces on Cyrus, beating him to a pulp with fists and forearm shots as Ellie screams for him to stop! Cyrus is too dazed to defend himself as Biggs goes to town on him! Finally, Ellie has had enough and reaches in, grabbing a hold of Biggs' arm in mid-swing! Biggs turns around to glare at her, and dismounts from Cyrus. He gets to his feet, grabbing the mic as he does, and Ellie begins to nervously back into the corner. Biggs steps towards her, trapping her. He lifts the mic to his mouth, and begins to speak with the eerie calm voice again.

Harvey: It's so unnerving how Biggs is acting right now!

Chase: Think about what he went through at One Night in Hell, Harvey! Tell me that if you went through that same kind of night, you wouldn't have a few issues afterward!

Biggs: Ellie, are really trying to stop me? Do you even think you really could? The fact is, Ellie, is that you have broken my heart, and I want so very much to take it out on somebody. And since I have too much respect for your parents and my moral standards, I can't take it out on you. I won't take it out on you. At least not physically. But Cyrus over there, I can hit him. I can be the ever loving crap out of him! But as much as it may make me feel better in the short term, the fact is that the pain I inflict on him is nothing compared to the pain you have inflicted upon me. You only have yourself to blame for this Ellie, you only have yourself to blame. Now I want you to stay right here and watch what I do to this little weasel, because you owe me at least that much. Now are you going to be a good girl and do as I say, or am I going to have to restrain you?

Ellie is shaking in fear as Biggs reaches into his boot and pulls out a pair of handcuffs. He grabs a hold of Ellie's wrist, and prepares to latch the cuff on right as Cyrus comes from out of nowhere, attacking him from behind with a Forearm Shot to the back of the head! Cyrus pulls Ellie from out of the corner, and both of them quickly exit the ring as Biggs starts to throw a temper tantrum in the ring! Cyrus and Ellie hightail it up the ramp as Biggs continues to thrash and scream in the ring and we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

The lights all go out as a single spotlight descends on the entrance ramp. The fans stand up from their seats to take a look at who or what may be appearing on the entrance ramp. All of a sudden "King of Everything" by Anarchy Club begins to play and mist begins to rise from the stage as a figure steps out into the light. Pence Weatherlight looks around the entire arena as the fans chant his name, but Pence can hear a few boos, he shrugs his shoulders, and then begins to make his way down the ramp. He slaps a few hands, but doesn't stop for pictures, he has sunken in eyes, and he looks a bit pale, but something seems to be driving him as he rolls into the ring, and then gets to his feet to look around. He gets up on top of a turn buckle and looks around at the fans, most of them are cheering, but he sees a few people booing, and once again he shrugs his shoulders. He jumps down from the turnbuckle and walks around the ring until his music dies down, leaving him in the center of the ring with nothing, but the sound of cheering and some booing.

He produces a microphone and then begins to speak, slowly, and full of frustration.

Pence: Lets get this out of the way now. I lost to fucking Chris Cyrus. You know the guy right? That walking talking joke of a wrestler who believes that he is more than some shit stain on the underwear of this show. He got a win on me, you know what, I say so what? Fuck him. Fuck his talent. Fuck his in-ring presentation. Fuck his idiotic speeches that lower the intelligence of everyone in the APW whenever he dares speak them. And most of all...fuck his ethics. Because it takes a very low life form indeed to steal some man's fiancée. Fuckin prick.

The fans follow Pence with their eyes as he walks around the ring, completely in a state of frustration and anger. Pence puts his hand on his face and then shakes his head.

Pence: I lost to Chris Cyrus...and you know what...I have to deal with that humiliating loss to that under classed fighter who doesn't even deserve to call himself a competitor. You guys think I haven't lost sleep over this? I ask myself night in and night out why I fucking lost to the guy, but I don't get any answers. I only get more questions and more fucking questions, one after the fucking other. But you know what? He may walk out of APW with a win over me, but I can say that I am still here. I can still take the heat. I can still fight in the big leagues and you know what else? I have a fucking career ahead of me. The only thing left for Chris Cyrus is booze and reruns of Jerry Springer. He may have beat me, but he did not defeat the man I am. So can the booing shit, I know I let everyone down, but there is no need for that crap. Not tonight and never again when it comes to me.

The fans give him a lot of cheering after those remarks and the few people who continue to boo, are quickly silenced by those who aren't.

Pence: Lets face it ladies and gentlemen. One night in hell was above all else a fluke, a force of nature, and a one time thing. I wouldn't lose to Chris Cyrus again if I was to have a rematch, oh no I wouldn't, but that is not why I'm out here. I'm not here to bitch and complain about a loss that holds no fucking merit over my all time winning ability or my talent, oh no? I'm here with a sort of announcement and I...

"Now or Never" by Dope begins to play as the fans cheer as Matt Weatherlight appears on the entrance ramp and begins to walk down to the ring, when he finally reaches the ring, he rolls in, and comes face to face with his father.

Chase: What is Matt doing out here?

Harvey: I have no idea...

For a minute, Pence wonders what the hell his son is doing out here interrupting him, but he quickly finds out as Matt pulls out a microphone of his own.

Matt: So what did you come out here to say dad? That you quit? That you retire? That you walk away from everything in the APW? Just like you did before. Huh? Is that the news that you are here to give us all tonight? Let me guess...it is.

Pence looks like he has been struck in the gut from the verbal lashing his son has just given him, but Matt is clearly not done.

Matt: Must be true because you aren't saying a fucking thing are you? I mean honestly, after everything that these neanderthals did for you, all the title shots you have been given, and all the bull shit that you have been handed...you are going to walk away?

The fans are booing and Matt looks around the arena with a shit eating grin as Pence puts his head down, not uttering a single syllable.

Matt: You lost old man, you lost to Chris Cyrus, a feat that not even I, in my short lived APW career, would have done on a horrible night. You are washed up and you are weak. There is nothing to you that I am not better than you at. And that is why I got this match cleared right before Biggs was pushed out of office.

Chase: I'm starting to like this kid...

Harvey: What kind of match did Matt clear with Biggs before he left office?

Pence looks at his son with a great deal of confusion in his eyes as he mouths the word "match".

Matt: That's right...a contract vs. contract match which will be happening right about....now!

As Matt says now he slams his microphone into his father's forehead and the bell rings as Matt steps back from his father who now lays prone on the ground. The ring announcer looks around in confusion as the fans boo and Matt glares at him.

Matt: Say it mother fucker!

He shouts at Paige who nods his head and lets out a sigh.

Paige: As the last executive order of GM Biggs...I am forced to announce the challenger...from Nashville, Tennessee....he is the Reaper, Matt Weatherlight!

The fans boo as Matt gives a little bow as Pence is still laid out with no clue as to where he is.

Paige: And from Hershey, Pennsylvania...Mr. Main Event...Pence Weatherlight!

Matt Weatherlight vs. Pence Weatherlight
Contract vs. Contract Match

As the bell rings, Matt goes right for the pin as a ref slides into the ring and begins to count.

Harvey: Oh God...not like this...

Chase: Kick his ass out of the APW, Matt!

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Kick out!

Chase: What!?

Harvey: Oh thank God!

The fans go nuts as Pence kicks out and Matt seems to be livid as he thought that he had this in the bag with the early sneak attack. He quickly goes for an armbar on his father's recently healed up arm.

Chase: It seems like the young Reaper knows what he is doing...that hold must hurt.

Harvey: Why is Matt doing all this? It seems unprovoked. It makes no sense to fight his own father in a contract vs. contract match.

Chase: Maybe he got tired of playing second fiddle.

Pence howls in pain as the chants for him to fight back are heard all around the arena. Matt shouts at his father to tap, but his father does not instead, Pence drags himself over to the bottom rope and clutches on to it force the break up of the hold. Matt holds it for a bit, but is forced to release it by the ref. Matt sizes up his father as Pence gets up, holding his arm, and trying to regain some feeling in it. As Pence finally gets back to a vertical basis, Matt charges at his father looking for a cross body, and nails it hard as Pence falls against the ropes and Matt bounces off a bit and lands on the mat. Pence shakes his head, not knowing what the hell is going on, as Matt gets back on the offensive, delivering some sharp chops to his father's chest.

Harvey: Matt's offensive game is really strong. He is quick and has a lot of air game as that cross body proved, but his style is very high risk.

Chase: Doesn't look too risky to me. He seems to be dominating his father in every way in the early going.

The sounds of the booing is almost deafening as Matt backs up with a grin on his face and rushes at his father, jumping up, and nailing his father right in the face with a high knee.

Chase: Did you see the elevation on that...jeeze that kid has hops.

Harvey: Yeah, Pence looks very much to be out of his element right now. He is confused and is pretty much waltzing around the ring in a daze right now.

Pence is staggering around the ring after the high knee and almost falls over, but keeps his standing position as Matt runs up behind him and plants him with a powerful bulldog, sending his father face first into the mat. The fans let out a loud chorus of boos as Matt goes for the pin again.

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Once again, Pence kicks out, and the fans let him know how much they appreciate him kicking out like that. However, Pence kicked out of instinct, and doesn't seem to be moving as Matt gets up and stomps around the ring clearly frustrated. Matt looks up to the top turnbuckle as he finishes stomping around and then grins widely as he walks over to the turnbuckle and begins to climb.

Harvey: Looks like Matt is looking to clench this victory now.

Chase: Pence doesn't even seem to be moving. Hah, if I had known it would be this easy then I would have got Biggs to do this a long time ago.

Matt finishes climbing and then after posing for a second, much to the disdain of the crowd, he jumps off, and goes for a .450 splash, but Pence rolls out of the way and his son lands hard on his stomach. The fans cheer as Pence gets up to one knee and turns to look at his son who is getting up. Pence's face is filled with anger and fury as Matt finally gets vertical and turns to see his father, standing there, and ready to go.

Harvey: Mr. Main Event is about to kick some ass.

Chase: If I was Matt, I would get out of the ring before he gets his ass kicked.

But he has no time for this as Pence spears his son and then mounts him quickly as he goes for a flurry of punches to his son's face. The fans are counting and the ref has to pull Pence off of him. Matt looks to be busted open from that assault.

Harvey: Those are the repercussions for trying to use high flying maneuvers. Pence just grounded and pounded him easy.

Chase: A rookie mistake by the young Reaper. Pence has experience...I will give him that.

Matt clenches his face, blood on the mat, and on his hands, Matt begins to get up. Pence signals for the end and the fans all begin to cheer as Pence grabs hold of his son and nails the Light's Essence. His son falls on his back and begins to roll around in pain as his father collects him and goes for the pin.

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Paige: Winner and still a member of the APW roster...Pence Weatherlight!

The fans are all cheering as Pence gets up, clearly winded from the earlier assault, and looking around the ring for the microphone he dropped. He finds it and brings it to his mouth.

Pence: I was going to announce that I'm going to weather the storm and continue on before I was interrupted by...him.

Pence points at Matt, who is still on the mat riving in pain.

Pence: I am not going to leave you all ever again. And I will vow this to you all...I will become better...and I will work harder to be the man that you all know I am. So I say...bring on the next challenge because I am more than ready to take on whoever the hell I have to so that I can become what I once was.

Pence drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring as Matt looks up to see his father walking away. Matt glares at his father as "King of Everything" by Anarchy Club plays over the PA system and we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Cameras go backstage where we see the APW Tag Team Champions, C.J Gates and Blade walking down the hall after their match. As they walk down the hallway, they are talking to each other.

Blade: Man, that’s some crazy stuff going on with the Axis huh?

CJ: I hate to win the way we did, but a win is a win.

As they continue to walk, they turn a corner and they get ambushed by Young Mannie and J.R Kingston. Mannie and Kingston with chairs in hand. Mannie nails Blade in the head and Kingston nails CJ in the head, knocking them both down. Mannie and Kingston pick up the tag titles, look at it and then drop it on the tag champs and walk away.

Harvey: Mannie and Kingston just sent a message to the tag champs.

Chase: They took the Sports Nuts out of the picture, so it looks like they could be after the tag titles now.

Harvey: A while night this has been so far, Can it get any more wilder.

Chase: Lets go to the ring for the next match

We go to the ring where Nicky Paige is standing ready to introduce the next match.


Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the APW Overdrive Championship

The lights in the arena go off as red lights flash in a form of a cross infront of the entrance. "Second Coming" by Juelz Santana suddenly blasts through the speakers as smoke fills the ramp and Criss Cassidy slides through the curtains and onto the main stage.

Paige: Introducing first, the challenger….”The Second Coming” Criss Cassidy!

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: And his opponent, he is the APW Overdrive Champion…

Slowly walking out to his theme of Beethoven’s Seventh Symphony with the Overdrive title on his arm, he 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: THE NUMBER!

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, he stands against the middle of the ropes as he looks to the entryway and holds his title high in the air until the referee comes and takes the title from him and holds it in the air for the crowd to see.

Harvey: Well this should be a great match Chase. The Number has been making some serious waves in the APW so far, especially after defeating Shaun Kilgore at One Night in Hell.

Chase: Criss Cassidy is no slouch either Harvey, he didn’t last too long in the Elimination Chamber, but you have to imagine that the experience from being in the match with so many of the top APW competitors can only do wonders for the young competitor.

Harvey: Alright, well, the referee has inspected each opponent and the bell rings!

APW OVERDRIVE TITLE MATCH
The Number (C) Vs Criss Cassidy


Upon the bell ringing The Number quickly focuses his attention on Criss Cassidy and charges at him with a clothesline that knocks Cassidy down quickly but Cassidy pops right back up. The Number charges for another clothesline but Cassidy ducks underneath the attempt and when The Number turns around Cassidy meets him with a kick to the stomach that doubles The Number over. Cassidy starts unleashing some jabs towards the head of The Number getting him to stumble back into the turnbuckle. Cassidy grapples him in the corner tries to whip The Number into the opposite turnbuckle which The Number counters and Cassidy goes hard into the turnbuckle and The Number is following quickly behind him and hits a giant clothesline that drives Cassidy almost through the turnbuckle.

Harvey: Not a lot of action in the early going, but the action that has been happening has been from The Number.

Chase: I wonder if Cassidy is still feeling the effects of the Elimination Chamber.

The Number lifts Cassidy up by the top of his head and then knocks him back to the ground with a hard forearm to the back. Cassidy starts to get up on his own and The Number assists him up, but then sends him to the ground again with another hard forearm. The Number lifts up Cassidy one more time, but before The Number can connect with another forearm, Cassidy offers an elbow to the midsection. The Number stumbles back for a second and it gives Cassidy enough time to get to his feet and he starts throwing more elbows into the gut of The Number. Cassidy grabs The Numbers arm and whips him into the ropes, he bounces off and comes flying back towards Cassidy who bends over and flips The Number over him and The Number lands hard on his back on the mat!

Harvey: There’s some offense from Criss Cassidy!

Cassidy gets on top of The Number and starts to unleash a flurry of punches to the top of his head. The Number covers up to block the punches. When Cassidy finally realizes that he’s not getting in any good shots he stands up and tries to drop a quick elbow drop onto The Number, but he rolls out of the way and Cassidy hits the ground hard on his elbow. He grabs at his elbow in agony. The Number capitalizes and pops up to his feet and then starts offering kicks to the midsection of Cassidy. Cassidy is trying to block his stomach but is nursing his elbow as well. The Number realizes that Cassidy is nursing his elbow and stops kicking him and lifts him up to his feet. The Number grabs Cassidy’s arm and spins it behind his back putting all the pressure on his hurt elbow. Cassidy is trying to gain some ground but The Number has wrapped his other arm around the front of Cassidy and all the force of The Numbers strength is going into making Cassidy’s elbow hurt.

Chase: He’s going to break his arm off!

Harvey: Cassidy’s elbow was already hurting, The Number could get Cassidy to submit real quick like this.

Cassidy is screaming out in pain but finally uses all of his force to push The Number back into the turnbuckle which breaks the hold that The Number had on him. Cassidy turns around and starts punching The Number with his left arm as his right elbow is basically out of commission. Cassidy keeps offering the jabs until The Number blocks his left arm and Cassidy tries to hit him with his arm but the second he connects Cassidy backs off, the punch hurt Cassidy’s elbow more than it hurt The Number. Cassidy grabs at his elbow again. The Number charges at Cassidy and starts unleashing chops on Cassidy’s elbow. The Number grabs Cassidy by the right arm and just pulls straight down on his arm and whips Cassidy straight down to the ground. Cassidy grabs at his elbow again.

Harvey: Someone needs to stop this match, this is going to do permanent damage to Cassidy’s elbow.

Chase: This is wrestling not a daycare Harvey.

Cassidy is lying face down on the ground holding his elbow. The Number stands over him and then jumps up and lands hard on Cassidy’s back with his knee! Cassidy instinctively grabs for his back with his hand, which leaves his right elbow exposed. The Number jumps on top of him and grabs his right arm and wrenches it behind Cassidy’s back and starts putting more and more pressure on the elbow. Cassidy is screaming in pain.

Harvey: This is going to be too much. He’s nowhere near the ropes.

Cassidy looks around him and realizes there is no end in sight and he starts slapping the mat, he taps out!

Winner: The Number

Harvey: Finally this match will be over!

The Number holds the hold for a little longer and adds more pressure which has Cassidy screaming in pain!

Harvey: The match is over! Get off him!

The referee jumps in the middle of the two men to break The Number off of Criss Cassidy.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and STILL APW OVERDRIVE CHAMPION….The Number!

Harvey: Very classless way to retain his title if you ask me.

Chase: But he beat another top competitor here in the APW, things are looking pretty good for The Number right now if you ask me.

Harvey: Well no one asked you.

Overdrive goes to commercial

[President Jeff]

Chris Cyrus and Ellie are hurriedly walking backstage towards their car. Cyrus hasn't even changed out of his ring gear as he carries his duffel bag in one hand while pulling Ellie along with the other. Ellie has the keys in her hand and fumbles with them a bit as they reach the black town car, trying to unlock it. They hear enraged shouting not too far from them.

Biggs: Get back here you cowards!

Cyrus: C'mon! Hurry up and unlock the door!

Ellie: I'm trying! I'm trying!

Ellie fumbles around a bit more before managing to get the key in the door and unlocking it. She hits the power locks to allow Cyrus to get in on the passenger side. He chucks his bag into car and hurriedly gets in as Biggs appears in the view of the camera, running at full speed towards the car! Ellie screams as she slams the door and hits the power locks right as Biggs reaches the car. He pounds on the window as Ellie and Cyrus look extremely worried in the car.

Biggs: C'mon Cyrus! You coward! Be a man! Be a freakin' man and get out of that car!

Cyrus shakes his head no as Ellie gets the keys in the ignition and starts the car, peeling out and leaving Biggs in their dust. Biggs is incredibly pissed off and kicks the nearest car in anger, leaving a dent in the door before angrily walking back towards the locker room area.

Harvey: Chris Cyrus and Ellie wasted no time getting out of dodge, and considering how crazed Biggs seems to be tonight, it was probably in their best interest to!

Chase: I know the saying is “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” but I think it would be appropriate to say Hell hath no fury like Biggs scorned!

Harvey: Are you implying that Biggs is a woman?

Chase: NO! How dare you insinuate something like that!

We go back to ringside

Nicky Paige: The following match is set for one fall. Making his way to the ring from Denton Texas Slade Craven!!!!

The arena lights dim as there replaced by green & blue strobe lights as "The Way You Like It" comes over the PA as we see Slade Craven step out through the curtain. Slade stands at the top of the ramp wearing his black jacket and sunglasses as he walks down the ramp slapping hands with several of the fans as he walks down the ramp.

Slade reaches the bottom of the ramp climbing up onto the apron as he steps through the ropes and into the ring. Slade walks over towards a corner jumping on the middle rope as he points towards the crowd before jumping down as he removes his jacket & sunglasses waiting for the bell to sound

Nicky Paige: And his opponent he is the current APW Xtreme champion Branden “Supersonic” Harvey!!!!

"Fuel by Metallica hits the speakers. The word "Xtreme" comes up on the screen, followed by clips from the Ladder Match at One Night in Hell. "Supersonic" Branden Harvey walks through the curtain. He has the Xtreme Championship belt around his waist. He sprints toward the ring. As he nears the ring, he leaps in the air, springs his right foot off the ring apron, and uses his momentum to do a flip and land in the ring. He takes the belt from around his waist and hoists it high into the air. He hands it to the referee.

Non Title Match
Branden Harvey Vs Slade Craven


The bell sounds as both me circle the ring before quickly shaking hands and then tying up with one another as both men struggle to get the upper hand on the other. Finally both men break the lock up as Harvey connects with a solid kick to the leg of Slade following up with a second and third before grabbing Slade whose slightly favoring that leg as he whips Slade into a corner. Harvey charges into the corner as Slade gets his other foot up catching Harvey in the face with it Slade climbs onto the middle rope grabbing Harvey as he tries for a tornado DDT but Harvey counters throwing Slade to the mat as he lands hard on the mat

Harvey: Branden Harvey with a nice counter on Slade sending Craven to the mat.

Harvey measures Slade as he tries goes for a kick but Slade ducks as Harvey misses the kick as Slade grabs Harvey quickly rolling him up for a pin 1..Harvey kicks out. Both men scramble to there feet as Harvey drops Slade with a quick clothesline as Craven again hits the mat hard Harvey grabs Craven’s leg as he starts working it over stomping on the leg before dropping several elbows on the leg as Craven screams out in pain

Chase: Branden Harvey is keeping the pressure on Slade keeping Craven grounded to the mat.

Harvey continues to work over the leg as he grapevines the leg as craven screams out in pain again trying to reach out for the ropes as Harvey has craven positioned away from the ropes as Slade tries crawling his way towards them. Harvey keeps up the pressure on Craven’s leg as he crawls towards the ropes finally reaching them as he grabs the rope and forces a break

Harvey: Smart move on Slade’s part. He needed to get the break and he got it.

Chase: He did but what damage has been done to that leg?

Harvey refuses to release the hold as the referee starts counting to five Harvey let’s go at four as he gets to his feet as craven clutches his leg in obvious pain. Harvey tries to back after the leg but the referee cuts him off as he checks on Slade asking him if he wants to continue. Slade tells the referee yes as he backs away and Harvey goes back after the leg but Slade kicks Harvey away with his good leg. Slade continues to kick back Harvey finally getting separation on Harvey as Slade gets up Harvey dives after the leg but Slade moves away and nails Harvey with a right hand as Harvey gets to his feet. Slade throws another right landing it on Harvey. Harvey gets up and grabs Slade as he pushes him against the ropes and nails Slade with a stiff chop

Slade responds with a chop of his own before firing off several more in a row backing Harvey away from Slade before finally knocking Harvey to the ground with a stiff chop getting a huge reaction out of the crowd as Slade seems to be feeding off the crowd

Harvey: Slade looks to be mounting a comeback here. Have to wonder how long it will last.

Harvey gets up as Slade lands another stiff chop to Harvey as we see his chest is now swelling up and red as Harvey nails Slade with a chop as it looks like we’re about to have ourselves a chop fest but Slade quickly stops that with a knee to the gut of Harvey as leaps up and snaps off a hurricanranna on Harvey who lands on the mat as does Slade who seems to have hurt himself on the move

Chase: Doesn’t look like that is a wise move for Slade.

And Chase might be onto something as Harvey is the first to his feet as Slade slowly gets up still favoring his leg as Harvey chop blocks the leg of Craven causing Slade’s knee to buckle as he falls down to one knee and then to the mat. Harvey rolls Slade over going for the cover
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Harvey: Looks like Branden Harvey might be getting a little frustrated right now.

Harvey gets to his feet as he starts to show signs of frustration. Harvey turns to grabs Craven who rolls Harvey up into a small package
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Harvey: Branden is picking up momentum here

Harvey picks Slade up as he tosses him into a corner Harvey charges into the corner to attempt a kick on Craven but he misses as Slade moves out of the way at the last moment causing Harvey’s leg to get hung up on the top rope. Slade gathers himself as Harvey pulls his leg off the top rope and turns around as he charges at Slade as Slade lifts up his right leg and connects with the CLIQ KICK on Harvey staggering Harvey as Slade grabs Harvey by the neck and signaling to the crowd before connects with the CRAVEN EFFECT as Harvey lands on the mat as Craven rolls Harvey over going for the cover

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Nicky Paige: Here’s your winner of the match, Slade Craven!!!!

Harvey: Big win for Slade Craven here tonight.

Chase: This could put him in the title picture for the Xtreme Title

Slade celebrates his victory, then goes out of the ring nad grabs the Xtreme Title from the time keepers table. Slade looks at it then slides it into the ring. Slade heads up the ramp as we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

We head backstage where Cindy Shannon is standing by with a microphone. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before feigning a smile and trying to be as cheerful as she can possible be.

Cindy Shannon: Hi, I'm Cindy Shannon and today, I'm here interviewing Level-One! Well, sorta. We have gathered several people here today to interview on the behalf of Level-One to tell us how he feels about his loss at one night in hell and his match against Mark Mania and Nathaniel Havok, here tonight. Our first guest, is a professional blogger by the name of Andrew Meltzer!

The camera quickly pans over to see the blogger Andrew Meltzer holding a lap top by his side. He smiles, elated to being a guest on APW's live show (it's a dream come true, really). Andrew Meltzer having met Level-One on several occasions even appearing in several of his promos, could possibly shed some insight on the situation.

Cindy Shannon: Andrew Meltzer, how do you think Level-One will cope with losing his title just a week ago?

Andrew Meltzer: Well, I wish I knew. Level-One is known for quick recovery and has never gone on a losing streak that spans longer then a week. It would be unprecedented if he failed to come back and win tonight but it's very possible when you have two guys as good as Nathaniel Havok and Mark Mania in the ring with you.

Cindy Shannon: Well, we conducted a poll earlier today on APW.com in regards to who did the fans think would win this number one contender match, care to share the results?

Andrew Meltzer smiles as he grabs the computer flipping it open. He fiddles around with his laptop finger pad before pulling up the polling results. He looks at them and nods his head back and forth, sucking up air as if someone had been in great distress.

Andrew Meltzer: It looks like Level-One is struggling in the polls. He's in deadlock with Mark Mania. The fans seems to think it's going to come down to one of those two, with Nathaniel Havok looking on the outside in as the dark horse. This certainly means the fans are going to be on their feet for this one and I'll be blogging every minute of it.

Cindy Shannon lifts the microphone to her lips, getting ready for her next question when she's suddenly taken aback as hand reaches over her shoulder. The fans watching on the Ti-Tron explode with cheers...

Cindy Shannon: Justin Job!?

Justin Job puts his hands on his waists as if he was superman arriving on the scene. His slower and more dumber counterpart, Gilbert slinks behind him looking up at the lights as if he was lost.

Justin Job: Finally the job has returned to... A-P-W!

The fans cheers as Andrew Meltzer lifts a finger peering over Justin Job's shoulder, grabbing Cindy's microphone pulling it up to his mouth.

Andrew Meltzer: Actually, wrong gimmick.

Justin Job nudges Andrew Meltzer out of the view of the camera as he shakes head in pitty. Cindy Shannon smiles flirtatiously as she takes the chance to get Justin Job's opinion on Level-One.

Cindy Shannon: Justin Job, it's been a while since we have seen you on APW television what brings you here tonight?

Justin Job looks at Gilbert Job Worthy, who looks at Justin Job. Justin Job mutters something in Gilbert's direction something about ''almost being killed''. In return Gilbert shrugs his shoulders and once again resumes counting the pot lights in the ceiling.

Justin Job: Well we actually just came back from California. And duh, it had everything to do with prop 19! Since they turned that down, I decided to come to New York, New York to smoke weed instead!

Cindy Shannon: Wait... why New York?

Justin Job: Mob connections? Come on Cindy, get with the program! Gilbert here knows some of the biggest baddest drug dealers in this city. He taught a math course in prison, believe it or not. So, I figured why not come down here and get some smokin' hookups!

Gilbert claps happily, as he tugs on Justin Job's shoulder—pointing at the pot lights.

Gilbert Job: There is seven, Justin! Seven lighties in the sky! Seven is my favourite number!

Cindy Shannon nods her head up and down awkwardly, as Andrew Meltzer stares at Gilbert with disgust—he hates good for nothing, jobbers. Meanwhile, Justin Job looks up to count the pot lights as well.

Justin Job: By golly, Gilbert. You're right!

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Cindy Shannon: So, since you are here as an APW fan tonight who do you think will win the number one contendership spot between Mark Mania, Nathaniel Havok and Level-One?

Justin Job strokes his chin before shrugging his shoulders.

Justin Job: Well, Mark Mania has shown he can hang with the best of the best. Nathaniel Havok seems to be used to losing and Level-One wins too darn much. I say, tonight ends up in a three way tie. They all beat each other senseless, nobody wins—and they all...

Justin Job turns to the camera...

Justin Job: ''...do the job!''

Justin Job laughs to himself hugging Cindy Shannon who giggles half heartily. When suddenly, Gilbert Job Worthy is launched into a television set up behind Cindy Shannon. This startles the APW interviewer as Justin Job lowers his head in shame.

Justin Job: Goddammit, Gilbert. Did you trip over your own feet while standing in the same spot again!?

Cindy Shannon back peddles in horror as she points over the shoulder of Justin Job. He turns around only to be booted in the gut, lifted off his feet and thrown into a concrete wall with a vicious Darkness Shine by Level-One!

The fans witness this on the Action-tron and immediately jeer the former champion.

Level-One snaps around turning to Andrew Meltzer who takes off running down the hall. Level-One turns to Cindy Shannon who is frozen in fear; she slowly extends her hand towards Level-One offering up the microphone, as Level-One mouths the words...

Level-One: ''I have nothing more to say to you...''

Slapping the microphone right of Cindy's hand sending it smashing against the concrete floor. Slow and methodically, he turns his back to a shaken Cindy Shannon and walks off, stepping over the lifeless bodies of the job squad in the process

[President Jeff]

A clip is shown of Sally winning the Heavyweight Tilte in the Elimination chamber last Sunday at One Night in Hell. We then cut to ringside where we see Sally Talfourd at the commentators Table putting her headset on.

Harvey: Welcome to ringside Sally.

Chase: I’ve always said that we need more women next to us when calling matches.

Sally: Is that so.

Harvey: What brings you out here Sally.

Sally: As everyone knows, the winner of the main event is the number one contender for my title. I just thought that I should I’d come out here for a better view of this match.

Chase: Level One is going to win Sally, we both know that.

Sally: We’ll have to wait and see.

We go inside the ring where Nicky Paige is standing.

Paige: The following contest is your main event of the evening and it is for the #1 Contender ship for the Heavyweight Title.

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

Paige: Introducing first, from Indianapolis, Indiana. Weighing in at 242 pounds. NATHANIEL HAVOK!

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

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

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

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

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

Paige: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 262 pounds, he is LEVEL….ONE!

Level-One slowly begins to walk down the ramp, being booed loudly by the crowd. Level-One stops before eyeing down a fan, mocking the fan in the process. Level-One turns, and climbs up onto the apron. He climbs up turn-buckle, and looks out into the crowd. Level-One hops down, and awaits for the fight in-front of him.

#1 Contenders Match for the Heavyweight Title
Level One Vs Mark Mania Vs Nathaniel Havok

The bell rings and Mark goes right after Level One. Mark brings him to the corner and gives him a few punches. Havok turns Mark around and Mark fires at him with punches before Level One clotheslines Mark from behind. Havok and Level One stomp on Mark and Havok turns his attention to Level One, kicking him in the gut and throws him into the ropes and taking him down with a drop kick. Havok jumps up and Mark rolls Havok up in a school boy
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Harvey: A lot is riding on this match. A chance at the Heavyweight Title at Christmas Chaos.

Chase: Any preference on who you face.

Sally: Its doesn’t matter to me. I’ve beaten them all and have no problem facing any of them again.

Havok is up and goes to clothesline Mark. Mark ducks and grabs Havok around the waste, going for a German suplex but Havok blocks it. Mark gives Havok forearm shots to the back of the neck and grabs his around the waist again. Level One is up and he grabs Mark around the waist and He gives Mark a German Suplex as Mark gives Havok a German Suplex. Level One covers Mark
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Level One goes over and covers Havok
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Chase: Its moves like that, that makes Level One on of the best in the world today.

Harvey: A smart heads up move by Level One that was.

Sally: Its still early in the match though, he’s going to need to ware his opponents down If he wants a shot at the title again.

Level One pulls Havok to his feet and slams him hard to the mat. Mania gets to his feet and Level One kicks him and gives him a forearm shots to the face causing Mark to fall back into the ropes. Level One pulls Mark away from the ropes, lifts him up for a suplex, but drops him on the top rope. With Mark hanging over the top rope, Level One runs off the side ropes and catches Mark in the head with a big boot. Mark falls of the outside floor. Level One taunts the crowd who all boo him. Level One waits for Mark to get up and as he does, Level One vaults himself over the top rope with a crossbody and lands Mark.

Chase: Level One is in total control of this match. There’s no reason why he won’t win it. Your days as Champion are numbered Sally.

Harvey: Be nice to our guest Johnny.

Sally: I would love to face Level One again and this time beat him in a one on one match.

Level One gets up and pulls Mark up to his feet. In the Ring, Havok is up and runs off the ropes and swan dives over the top rope, landing on both Mark and Level One taking them down. A few fans cheer for the impressive move as Havok grabs Level One and rolls him into the ring. Havok gets on the ring apron and Level One gets to his feet and Havok springboards off the ropes and nails Level One with a dropkick. Havok covers
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Havok kicks and punches Level One as he gets to his feet and brings Level One to the corner where he chops him. Havok throws Level One to the opposite corner but it gets reversed and Havok it’s the corner. Level One runs and runs into a boot to the face from Havok. Havok jumps to the middle ropes and jumps off, catching Level One with a Tornado DDT. Havok covers
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Havok is pulls out of the ring by Mark Mania. Mark has Havok against the ring punches him and then grabs him head, throwing it into the ring post. Mark slides into the ring and Level One is getting to his feet and Mark gives him a round house kick to the gut and drops him with a DDT. Mark covers the former champ
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Harvey: So much for Level One being in complete control now.

Chase: Shut up Darren

Sally: Its still anyone’s match here, its far from over.

Mark pulls Level One up to his feet and hooks him up giving him a fishermans Suplex. With Level One down, Mark climbs to the top rope going for the flying elbow drop. Before he can jump off, Havok is on the ring apron and does a jump kick on Mark. Havok climbs the top rope and gets in front of Mark. Havok jumps and goes for a Hurricanrana, but Mark counters it with a sit down Power Bomb off the top rope. Level One rolls out of the way as the last second and Mark is in a pinning Havok
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Level One grabs Mark and pulls him up, but Mark starts giving Level One punches to the gut and then drops him with a neck breaker. Havok is up and Mark takes him to the corner and gives him a back elbow to the face and then throws him to the opposite corner. Mark runs behind Havok but Havok ends up running up the corner and moonsault over Mark. Mark turns and runs but Havok catches him with a spear. Havok falls on top of Mark
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Harvey: These guys are pulling out all the stop in this one. You can see how bad each of these guys wants the shot at the title

Sally: And who ever wins will be deserving.

Chase: Level One is winning. This match is a waste of time as far as I’m concerned.

Level One is up and Havok goes over and goes to kick him but Level One catches his leg and Havok hits him with a spinning mule kick. Level One falls to the corner and Havok grabs Mark. He throws Mark into the ropes and puts his head down. Mark comes back, stops in front of him and gives Havok a piledriver in the center of the ring. Mark covers
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Level One grabs Mark and throws him into the ropes and gives him a spine buster. He then pulls Havok up giving him a Randy Orton Back Breaker. Level One goes back to Mark and starts punching and kicking him until Havok is back up. As soon as he is, Level One gives Mark a Belly to Belly suplex throw, and throws him right into Havok. Havok goes through the ropes, landing on the ring apron. Mark holds his shoulder as Level One picks him up for a suplex and holds him there for a few seconds before dropping him.

Chase: See, Level One is going to win this.

Harvey: Its not over till its over.

Sally: Level One shouldn’t be so arrogant here.

Level One grabs Mark and Powerbombs him. He doesn’t go for a cover, he signals for the end. He grabs Mark and hooks his arms and picks him up for the Level Advance, but Mark flips over to his feet and grabs Level One for a German Suplex but Level One throws some back elbows and breaks free. Mark then charages at Level One who lifts him up on his shoulder and drops him with the Darkness Shrine. Mark rolls near the corner and Level One covers
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Havok comes off the top rope and lands on Level One with the Suicidal Downpour (Shooting Star Press). Level One rolls off of Mark and Havok covers Mark hooking the leg
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Chase: HOW!

Harvey: Mark isn’t giving up yet.

Sally: I thought it was over right there.

Harvey: What a main event. Only on Thursday Night OVERDRVIE!

Havok looks up at the ref who tells him it was a 2 count. Havok gets up and looks at both his opponents and see’s Level One getting up. He goes over to him and sets him up for The Crowning (The Canadian Destroyer). Havok jumps and goes to flip Over, but Level One counters with an Alabama Slam. Havok’s head bounces off the mat and Level One picks him up going for another Darkness Shrine, but Mark is up, he kicks Level One in the gut and he drops Havok. Mark grabs Level One and plants him with the Mania Madness (180 Degree Pedigree). Level One is out and Mark Covers
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Everyone can’t believe it and Mark is the most shocked out of them all. Havok is using the ropes to pull himself up. Mark goes over and helps him up and Havok up and chops him. Mark hooks Havok for a suplex, lefts him up and drops him on the top turnbuckle. Mark gives Havok a punch go the face then climbs up to the middle turn buckle. Both men exchange punches and Mark gets the upper hand and stands on the top rope. He hooks Havok up for a Superplex. Havok starts uppercutting Mark in the gut and then Havok gets Mark off the top rope with a front suplex. Mark’s head hit’s the mat and Havok comes off the top rope and lands the Suicidal Downpour(Shooting Star Press). Before Havok can make the cover. Level One runs and kicks Havok right in the skull, causing him to roll out of the ring. Level One then gets on mark and covers him
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Winner and #1 Contender, LEVEL ONE

Chase: I TOLD YOU I TOLD YOU HE’D WIN!

Level One’s music begins to play and the ref raises his hand in victory.

Harvey: What do you think of this Sally.

Sally: I’m fine with fighting Level One. But this time, the outcome will be different than at Shockwave.

Chase: Enjoy that title while you can because its going back to Level One at Christmas Chaos.

Level One leans on the ropes on the side of the ring where Sally is sitting. Level One is trash talking her and motioning the belt around his waist.

Sally: We’ll see at Chrismas Chaos who the better person is. We’ll see.

Harvey: We are out of time, We’ll be back next week.

Chase: For Darren Harvey, I’m Johnny Chase. See ya!

Level One continues to trash talk Sally as the APW copywrite logo comes across the screen and we go off the air.