Overdrive - Pittsburg, PA (11/11/10)

[President Jeff]

As the video end, pyro shoots from the stage. The camera than pans through the crowd before stopping on the commentators.

Harvey: Welcome to Thursday Night OVERDRIVE!

Chase: We have a big show set for tonight.

Harvey: Seven matches set to take place.

Chase: And Our main event will feature Sally Talfourd taking on Nathaniel Havok.

'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.

Harvey: And speaking of Sally, here she comes to kick off Overdrive!

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 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.

Chase: Last week, Level One defeated Mark Mania and Nathaniel Havok to be the number one contender for the title and they will fight on December 19th at Christmas Chaos.

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!"

Sally: Well hello Pittsburgh! What a pleasure it is to come back here. You know, all you long-term Sally Talfourd fans will remember the days when I paid visits to Pennsylvania many a time. There's just a difference with my visit this time. *Sally smiles, then looks to her shoulder with the APW title draped over it* But tonight isn't about the title. It's about something else. It's about APW. It's about bringing each and every one of you the very best that this company has to offer. And no where else are you going to see a match quite like the main event tonight. In one corner you have a technical masterpiece. A woman who knows holds for holds and counters for counters. A woman who is now recognised as the best that APW has.

The crowd applauds Sally, recognising her talent and skills that she brings out to the ring each and every week. Just like she promises. She waits for the crowd to calm back down, pacing around the ring with a hint of restlessness.

Sally: And in the other corner we have, well, someone a little different. A little quirky. A man who would sacrifice everything he has just to get a win. A man who doesn't leap buildings in single bounds, but leaps off them! A man who kneels at the alter of someone best left unmentioned. It's an ulikely match-up, but as you all remember, it's happened before. Will it be the same ending? *Sally waits for a response, the crowd yells a deafening "YES!"* I sure hope so as well. But you'll have to keep your seat and be good guys and girls and wait until the last match of the night.

Sally looks around the arena as the crowd have their eyes fixed on her. A myriad of Sally Talfourd signs through the crowd, the merch is obviously selling like hotcakes too. She smiles at some fans down the front and gives them a little wave, before she looks around to the fans.

Sally: I do actually want to say something about another match. It happened last week. Mark Mania, Havok, and Level-One had a hard-fought contest. I had the pleasure of watching them put each other through the washing machine from the commentary desk and let me tell you: It could have gone any way. Trust me. But, in the end, Level-One edged out the win. Congratulations, Lester. It actually seems somewhat fitting that you won. It means you get your rematch straight away. Not beating around the bush. Not letting me settle in. And, if I can be honest with you, that's exactly what I wanted. If I want to be seen as a the true APW champion, then I have to beat the best one-on-one. I mean, it was, like, the absolute best to win this *Sally pats the belt* at One Night in Hell, don't get me wrong.

But the odds were stacked against you, right? I mean, not as much as they were stacked against me, but you had five people after your title at the same time. Now, at Christmas Chaos, we get to see which one of us, one-on-one, is the better wrestler. Now I know we'll hear a lot about Shockwave, or my third ever match here at APW - both times where we faced in singles matches and both times where you won. But I'm telling you now: I'm not making the same mistakes again. You're not going to get the run on me this time, Lester. I know your tricks and your games this time. And I know that you can be beaten. In fact, I've pinned you more times in the past month than you have my whole career. I know that your precious little world has been shaken up. And I know that being number one contender isn't helping you.

Sally starts to walk around the ring with the command and determination that any champion has of their ring. She shift the belt on her shoulder, then looks back to the audience - her audience. Noticeably bigger and more numerous than a particular other APW affiliate company.

Sally: See, by being number one contender, it's an acknowledgement that you're second best. Some people are fine with that label. Are you? Of course not! And I know you're going to do everyting to get back what you think is your title. And I'm going to do everything to make sure you don't get it. I'm looking forward to Christmas Chaos, Lester. It's a chance for someone to finally burst your bubble and to prove beyond any doubt that I am the best that APW has. So do what you need to do, Lester. Say what you need to say and beat up whoever you need to beat up. Because at the end of the path that you're walking, I'm waiting for you with a Santa hat on. And only one of us is going to be having a Merry Christmas.

Sally smiles at the camera, far away, as the crowd errupts into cheers and applause. She drops the microphone down to Nicky at ringside, then heads to the turnbuckle to pose for the photos agian. 'Starstrukk' hits the speakers again, and the fans cheer on their champion. Sally jumps down from the ropes, then steps through the ropes and hops off the apron to high-five the fans hanging over the rails as she makes her way back up the ramp to the back.

Cameras fade in on Cid Phoenix, who is standing by with his manager Liz Levrone. The two are watching Cid's match last week against Streets Wilson. Cid nudges her as he points to the screen.

CID: Watch! Wait for it... There it is....BOOM!

Cameras zoom in to show...



... Liz jumps up and down excitedly. And hugs Cid, who smirks evilly.

CID: Imagine me hitting the Destruction God with that! Hey babe. You ready for a fight?

LIZ (Hisses as she writhes against Cid): I'm always ready for a fight!

CID (Face takes on a more determined look): Good girl. Let's go...

Cid and Liz walk offscreen, making their way towards the ring

Harvey: Cid Phoenix Verses Destruction God...NEXT!

Overdrive goes to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for One Fall

"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: Introducing first, being accompanied by Liz, he is CID PHOENIX

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 his opponent.

The lights go out throughout the whole arena, leaving only the flashes of cameras. People in crimson red robes come out with torches on each side of the entrance ramp and line up facing each other with the torches facing diagonally into the ramp area. The titantron and the theme music hits as sprinklers go on throughout the audience. Out comes Destruction God with a hood over his head. He stops at the top of the entrance ramp and looks at both sides of the audience and removes his hood and throws it into the audience.

Paige: And his opponent, DESTRUCTION GOD!

He then walks slowly down the entrance ramp between the fires of the torches. He then stops at the bottom of the entrance ramp, screaming at the audience and goes up the steel steps as the sprinklers stop, the lights come back on, the titantron stops, and the people in robes go backstage with their torches. The Destruction God then goes through the middle of the ropes into the ring and waits patiently for his opponent.

Destruction God Vs Cid Phoenix

They lock up and DG powers Cid to the corner. The ref calls for the break and they do, but DG kicks Cid in the gut and then chops him. DG throws Cid to the opposite corner and runs at him, crushing him in the corner with an avalanche splash. DG grabs Cid and suplexes him and makes the cover
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Harvey: Destruction God as the Size advantage in this one.

Chase: Cid has a lot to prove. He had an easy match last week, we’ll see how he matches up against this monster.

DG pulls Cid up and throws him into the ropes. He goes to pick him up for a back breaker, but Cid is able to counter it with a head scissor take over. DG gets to his feet and Cid drops kicks him and DG loses his balance and falls out to the floor. Cid runs off the ropes and flips over the top rope, landing on DG as he was getting up. Cid grabs DG and rolls him in the ring. Cid gets on the ring apron and DG is up. He charages Cid who shoulder’s him in the cut through the ropes then flips over with a Sunset Flip
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Both men are up and DG takes Cid’s head off with a clothesline.

Harvey: Destruction God is so powerful, one mistake and he could kill you.

Chase: Indeed, but Cid is a fighter, don’t forget.

Liz is banging on the ring apron cheering for Cid as DG lifts Cid up and Head butts him. Cid falls to the corner. DG grabs Cid and comes out of the corner with a one handed Bulldog. DG rolls him over and hooks the leg for the cover
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DG picks Cid up and slams him in the middle of the ring. DG bounces off the ropes and drops an elbow drop and goes for another cover
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Harvey: A lot of fight in Cid here.

Chase: Destruction God needs to stay focus and not get frustrated.

DG lifts Cid up and Cid gets a few punches in on the gut then runs off the ropes and runs into a big boot to the face by DG. DG pulls Cid up to his feet and throws him into the ropes and goes for the Black Hole Slam, but as he lifts Cid up, Cid counters it with a Tornado DDT. Both guys are out.

Harvey: A desperate counter by Cid and it paid off for now.

Chase: Its still anyone’s match.

The ref is counting both guys out. The ref gets to 8 and both are up. DG goes for a clothesline but Cid ducks it and kicks DG in the gut. Cid runs off the ropes and gives DG a swinging neck breaker. Cid gives DG a few stomps and then climbs to the top rope. DG is up and Cid jumps off for a Hurricanrana but DG catches him. Cid starts punching DG in the head and then takes him over with a Hurricanaran. DG gets to his feet and falls into the corner. Cid runs at him but DG moves and Cid hit’s the corner chest first. DG grabs Cid and gives him a Full Nelson Slam. Cid is down and DG backs up to the opposite corner.

Harvey: It looks like he may be going for a punt kick.

Cid gets on all fours but before DG runs at him, Liz jumps up on the ring apron. She starts flirting with DG. DG gets distracted and goes over to her. As he gets close, Liz slaps DG. Cid is up, turns DG around, kicks him and drops him with the Phoenix Down. Cid covers
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Winner: Cid Phoenix.

Harvey: A hard fought victory over Cid Phoenix.

Chase: Destruction God almost had it won, but thanks to Liz, Cid barely picked up the victory.

Cid and Liz celebrate as they head up the ramp and Destruction God slams his hands on the mat in anger as we backstage

The scene cuts backstage where we see one half of the APW Tag Team champions C.J. Gates. He is pacing in his locker room, wearing his ring attire, his hat on a chair against the wall. He glances around the room, shakes his head and continues to pace.

C.J. Gates: Where is he? Where is he? Where is he? He said he would be here by now!

He paces a bit more and rubs his hands together.

C.J. Gates: Man, he better not flake on me. Not now.

After a few more moments of pacing, there is a knock at the open door. Gates stops and turns to the door. Standing in the doorway is a large, muscular, bald man wearing a black T-shirt and black jeans. The man stands what would seem 6'4 or 6'5, at least a good five inches taller than Gates. His expression is stoic as he stares down Gates, who takes a step back.

C.J. Gates: Glad you could make it! I was beginning to worry that you wouldn't show up.

Gates steps forward and shakes the mans massive hand.

Man: I wouldn't have missed this for the world.

C.J. Gates: Excellent, excellent. So you are clear with your job assignment, right?

The man nods his head with a smirk as he walks into the room, rubbing a closed fist with the other hand.

Man: Sure am. Getting paid to beat people down? Heaven.

C.J. Gates: Well, you're also here to watch our backs. Make sure we don't get jumped again by some chair wielding mafioso.

Man: Naturally. We go way back, C.J., way back. Have never had a bad thing to say about you.

C.J. Gates: Likewise.

There is another knock at the door and this time, standing in the doorway, is Gates' tag team partner Blade, with his title around his waist.

Blade: You ready for the match tonight, C.J.?

C.J. Gates: Ah Blade, glad you stopped by. Of course I'm ready for the match. But first, this is the guy I was telling you about.

Blade nods his head as he shakes hands with the big man.

C.J. Gates: I would you to meet our insurance policy. Blade, this is Rico Casteel. Rico, this is Blade.

Blade: Glad to have you on board.

Rico: Glad to be here.

Blade: So this is the guy that's supposed to watch our backs.

C.J. Gates: That's right. He's got great credentials, and he and I go way back, so I can vouch for him.

Blade: Good, good. He looks like he can handle the assignment.

C.J. Gates: He's more than capable. The Red Shield Mafia will think twice about messing with us with this behemoth watching our backs.

Rico: And if they don't...

Rico smiles and rubs his closed fist again.

Rico: I'll make'em pay. Can't wait to put my talents to use.

Blade: He seems gung-ho to fight.

C.J. Gates: He's a born fighter. It's in his blood. Makes him perfect for this assignment.

Rico: I love gigs like these. Reckless abandon, the lust of the fight. Reminds me of home.

C.J. Gates claps Rico on the shoulder.

C.J. Gates: That's the spirit. Did you talk to Branden, Blade?

Blade: Was just heading there.

C.J. Gates: Sounds good, sounds good.

The scene begins to fade out to commercial with the three men inside of the room continuing to talk.

[President Jeff]

The Number is backstage, walking the halls, when the Red Shield Mafia come up on him

Damien: Excuse but it seems we have a problem, It seems you haven't been clear on some issues concerning us.

Turning around for a moment, The Number stares at the RSM, then starts to walking away again.

Damian: I don't think you're going too like that decision? You here me.... JR show him what I mean!

The Number keeps walking, seemingly uncaring about their threats. Then JR Kingston physically turns The Number around, and he seems angry. Then Damien Walker hands him an envelope.

The Number: Yes we do have problems, but not with each other, as per our agreement. Gentlemen, I hope the enclosed amount means any problems we might have had with each other have just become non-exsistent.

Opening it up and rifling through the stack of cash within it, The Number smiles slowly, and slightly.

The Number: Looks like it's all there.

Young Mannie: Yeah man, it's all there, just like we all talked about.

JR Kingston: Welcome aboard to the Red Shield Mafia, Number.

The Number: You have not just bought a friend, gentlemen, but I assure you this. You have just bought yourself one great enforcer. What you did to The Empire, and Kilgore specifically, made me smile, I can tell you that. And the cash in this envelope will ensure that whatever work you need doing, when you need it, will be done!

The rest of the Red Shield Mafia fall in behind their newest member, as they walk down the hall and turn down to the right, when we cut away from this scene.

Harvey: Did we just see The Red Sheild Mafia recruit The Number into their group?

Chase: It sure looks like it.

Harvey: The Red Sheild Mafia just got a more stronger!

We go back to ringside and Streets Wilson is already in the ring waiting

Paige: The following Contest is an Xtreme Rules Match. Introducing first, STREETS WILSON

“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. And a trash can of weapons in his hand.

Paige: And his opponent, he is the APW Xtreme Champion, BRANDEN HARVEY!

He walks to the ring, showing the fans what he has for weapons, including cookie sheets and a broom stick. Harvey throws the Garbage can of weapons into the ring and slides in.

Xtreme Rules
Branden Harvey Vs Streets Wilson


As Branden slides into the ring, Streets grabs a broom stick and breaks it in half over the back on Branden. Streets keeps the two sticks in his hands as he picks Branden up and shoves him to the corner. Streets starts hitting Branden with the stick, pummeling him to the mat. Streets tosses the sticks out of the way and pulls Branden to his feet and throws him to the opposite corner. Streets runs at him and Branden gets both his feet up in Streets face. Branden hops to the middle turn buckle and jumps off and catches Streets with a Hurricanrana.

Harvey: Branden’s speed is his ticket to victory here over this former Xtreme Champion

Chase: They way Streets has been wrestling, you won’t think he’s a former Xtreme Champ.

Branden grabs the trash can and hits Streets in the head with it, making a dent in the middle. Streets falls to the mat and Branden puts the Trash can on top of Streets and climbs to the top rope. Streets is up and with the trash can in hand, cracks Branden in the face with it. Streets then puts the trash can over Streets head and Branden can’t see. Streets climbs to the middle turnbuckle, grabs Branden in a bear hug and gives him a belly to belly suplex off the top rope. Branden hit’s the mat and is still in the trash can. Streets covers him
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Chase: Putting Branden in the trash can and pinning him was a great move there by Streets. Its almost got him the win.

Harvey: Branden needs to fight back if he wants to win this.

Streets takes the Trash can off Branden and then throws it on top of him. Streets then goes outside the ring, looks under the ring and pulls out a table. He slides the table into the ring and then gets into the ring. Branden is up and Streets takes him and gives him a few punches then throws him into the ropes. Streets puts his head down and Branden comes back, dropping Streets with the Fame Asser.

Harvey: Great counter by Branden

Chase: This could be the move that turns this match around

Both guys get up and Branden grabs the cookie sheet and nails Streets in the head. Streets falls to the mat. Branden throws the cookie sheet to the outside, takes the trash can and places it in the middle of the ring. Branden grabs Streets and gives him the X-Factor right onto the trash can. Branden covers
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Harvey: This is Branden’s chance to put this match away.

Chase: He better be careful, one mistake and Streets could take this match.

Branden points to the table and the fans cheer. Branden takes the table and sets it up near the corner. Streets is up and attacks Branden from behind and gives him a Russian leg sweep. Streets picks up the trash can and waits for Branden to get up. He does and Streets swings the dented trash can at Branden. Branden ducks it and dropkicks the trash can into Streets Face, causing Streets to fall back and laying on the table. Branden quickly gets on the ring apron, runs up to the top rope and comes off with the Sonic Boom, Crashing through the table. Branden Covers
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Winner: Branden Harvey

Harvey: Branden redeemed himself this week after losing to Slade Craven last week.

Chase: Here’s some wrestling trivia for you. When was the last time Streets Wilson won a match?

Branden celebrates his victory as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Put you on game by Lupe Fiasco attacks the PA system with heavy bass and boos are quick to follow, as the former APW world champion makes his way out to the top of the stage with a microphone in hand. He looks down at his waist as to remember what he once had is now gone before shaking his head back and forth in disappointment. Taking a deep breath and exhales and begins to march down the ramp, avoiding eye contact with anyone within the hostile crowd.

Harvey: I don't know about you Chase but it's a shame that Level-One is going to get another shot at the title.

Chase: Oh stop being a hater, Harvey! He earned his title shot and fair and square beating two of the top potential competitors in his division. You're just angry because you know Level-One won't be mailing anything but an ass kicking signed to Sally Talfourd at Christmas Chaos!

Level-One approaches the ring apron and looks to slide in under the bottom ropes, instead he backs up and slowly walks up the metal steps instead stepping in between the middle ropes and entering the ring. The fans are rowdy, but he doesn't seem to be bothered by the boos. In fact, he thinks they're probably justified. He takes a spot in the middle of the ring and lifts the microphone to his mouth.

Level-One: Last week, I earned the shot to face the APW world champion Sally Talfourd by beating two great competitors in Nathaniel Havok and Mark Mania. Unfortunately, this win was undermined by my decision to attack both Justin Job and Gilbert Worthy earlier that night. So, tonight before I go any further I would like to issue an apology to the Job Squad and Cindy Shannon for any trauma my action as caused. The Job Squad were visiting as fans last week... and any seasoned competitor knows that fans are off limits and I acted unprofessional and for that, I'm sorry. I have paid a fine which the APW will be donating to charity...

Harvey: Did Level-One just apologize? Chase, pinch me! This must be a dream! OW!

Chase: Damn it, Harvey. It really is real! What did Sally Talfourd do to Level-One!? She must have something to do with this—Level-One would never apologize for roughing up anyone, especially two curtain jerkers!

The fans stir with confusion but for the most part, refuse to be gullible after being fooled by Level-One several times in the past. They continue to boo.

Level-One: Now onto more important matters; now that we've established that I will be the one to take on Sally Talfourd let me publicly state that this quite possibly will be the biggest match in APW's history. And while I won't guarantee a win—far from it, I will say that I will be much better then I was when I stepped into that chamber. That's not undermining the stellar abilities of our champion but merely underlining the changes I have gone through, personally...

Level-One lowers the microphone and acknowledges their feelings towards him as he nods his head up and down—refusing to take it to heart. After the crowd begins to quite down, he humbly retakes his microphone time.

Level-One: Sally Talfourd I have great...

Suddenly, Level-One microphone is cut. The feedback screeches throughout the arena before the microphone essentially becomes useless. He taps his hand against the diaphragm but no sound comes out. He calls for a microphone but lights shut out in the arena and everyone is left out in the dark. The Action-tron begins to flicker as images play out across the screen.

Harvey: What the hell is going on here!? For the first time in my life, Level-One was saying something I actually wanted to hear—and didn't drop F bombs to run up thousands of APW's dollars of FFC fines!

The images on screen flashes quickly. The first few shots are of Level-One in pain, the back of his head cut open and then Sally Talfourd raising the APW title over her head. The next show is far more deliberate and calculating. The words ''IWC'' flash across the screen in big bold letters with barbed wire behind with a portrait of The Blackwells on screen, grinning ear to ear. The Action-tron cuts out and the lights turn back on. Level-One stares at the action-tron as his once humble state deteriorates into hate and anger as he clenches his teeth as tight as he can without breaking them.

Harvey: What in the world was that all about!? What the hell does the IWC have to do with Level-One?

Chase: I don't really know, Harvey. That collage seems like it brought back some bad memories and he certainly doesn't look to happy about it.

Level-One disgusted lifts the microphone to his mouth and points up at the APW-tron.

Level-One: Sally Talfourd you make me fucking sick! All week, I've heard about the IWC doing this, the ICW doing that—the IWC is quickly breaking ground with it's viewership on the internet... and I am SICK of it! The APW is the brand you people care about. The APW has the superior talent. The APW is show to watch and talk about, not the IWC! And the truth is, the IWC would be irrelevant this ENTIRE week if I was world champion, not Sally Talfourd!

The fans are once again back to booing, booing as loud as they can. Level-One leans over the ropes as is visibly shaken.

Level-One: You are a horrible champion, Sally Talfourd—and if I don't stop you, the death of APW is just about imminent! The Blackwell family is a mark on this business much like you are to MY APW world championship that must be eradicated, immediately. There is only ONE man who can sell tickets, put asses in the seats and fit for headlining the biggest pay-per-views and you are looking at him right now!

Level-One stomps his feet against the canvas before whipping a clinched fist into the top of the turn-buckle several times, trying to manage his anger to the best of his ability.

Level-One: Sally, I will beat you at Christmas Chaos and take back the title, I should have never lost and once again put the credibility back into the world title which you obviously have failed to do at this juncture. See, Miss first female champion... there is ALWAYS a first time for everything, but with a start there must also be a finish and I am that line in the sand, queen bitch. I will save the APW from both you and it's soon be full grown rivals of the IWC—and order will once again will be restored amongst the world! Thank me later you ungreatful bastards...

Level-One turns and around a pitches the microphone like a baseball at the commentating table, nearly drilling Chase in the head with the flying projectile. He steps over the ropes and exits the ring to head up the ramp.

Harvey: This guy is a lunatic. How he gets past mental evaluations is well beyond me! Do you think he's Bi-Polar?

Chase: Who cares what he is! He tossed that microphone at least 80 mph and it nearly knocked me out—that's better then an autograph, Harvey!

Overdrive goes to commercial

[President Jeff]

The scene opens backstage and we See Chris Cyrus wearing a referee shirt, talking with Ellie.

Ellie: You look cute in that shirt.

Chris: I can’t believe I have to referee this handicap match between Biggs, Blade and CJ.

Ellie: Your gonna cost Biggs the match right?

Chris: I plan on calling the match right down the middle. I have left Biggs some text messages continuing to apologize and letting him know I’d call it down the middle.

Ellie: Down the middle? Did you forget what he did to us last week.

Chris: I look at it as us being even now. And that this is the first step in bringing the Axis back together.

Ellie: Your crazy to think like that. But your still cute and have fun out there tonight.

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 coming to the ring from Venace Italy Diamante Valentine!!!

The crowds goes quiet as Shamans Harvest - Broken Dreams blares through the arena, the silence turns into loud boos from males and big cheers from females as Diamante Valentine 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 Ringsteps Slicking His Hair Back.

Diamante Valentine Vs Slade Craven

Both men circle the ring before locking up as the match gets underway. Both men struggle to get the upper hand on the other as they fight for position. Finally they break the tie up as Valentine knees craven in the gut quickly grabbing him as he secures him for a butterfly suplex sending Slade to the ground

Harvey: A nice throw from Diamante Valentine on Slade Craven.

Valentine quickly scrambles to cover Slade but only gets a one count as Craven kicks out. Valentine keeps the pressure on Slade locking in a rear chin lock on Slade who tries to fight his way up but Valentine keeps him grounded to the mat. The crowd tries to will Slade to get to his feet as Valentine delivers a knee to the back of Slade before locking the chin lock on a second time

Chase: Valentine is keeping Slade grounded to the mat. Things couldn’t be going better fro Diamante.

Slade begins to fight his way up towards his feet as he scores with elbows to the gut of Valentine forcing him to break the chin lock. Slade shoves Valentine towards the ropes as Valentine comes off the ropes and drops Slade with a shoulder tackle. Valentine smirks as he bounces off the ropes again as Slade gets to his feet leaping over Valentine as Valentine again hits the ropes as Slade turns around and connects with a dropkick to Valentine getting the crowd behind him

Chase: Slade looks to be showing signs of life. Come on Diamante get up and stop him.

Slade gets to his feet as Valentine does the same as Slade nails Valentine with a chop to the chest. Slade connects with another chop to Valentine before whipping him towards a corner. Slade charges towards the corner but Valentine gets a foot up stopping Slade in his tracks. Valentine gets on the middle rope grabbing Slade’s head as he leaps off the rope connecting with a tornado DDT before covering Slade as the count is made

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Valentine looks at the referee thinking it was a three count as the referee tells him it was only a two. Valentine gets to his fete upset that the match isn’t over as he stalks after Slade whose slowly getting up. Valentine grabs Craven setting him up as he starts to lift him up for the EGO TRIP but Craven counters grabbing Valentine’s tights keeping him from being able to lift him up. Valentine finally let’s go of Craven as he falls to the mat as Valentine backs up and measures Craven opting instead to try DISTORTION but Valentine misses as craven moves out of the way just in time. Craven gets to his feet and nails Valentine with a CLIQ KICK before falling to the mat

Harvey: Valentine tried to put Slade’s lights out but Slade avoided it and put Valentine down with a Cliq Kick.

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Nicky Paige: Here’s your winner of the match Diamante Valentine!!!

Harvey: A Big win here for Diamante. Two wins in a row. That has to look for for him in his quest to be the next Xtreme Champion

Chase: He will be the next Xtreme Champion.

Diamante demands a microphone and begins too get patted it down by Damien Walker with a towel as he starts leaning on the ropes

Diamante: (Breathing heavy) APW.......APW!

The crowd boos heavily

Diamante: I told you all I was going too destroy Slade Craven but you didn’t believe and know I'm standing before one step closer too being the APW Xtreme Champion. I promise.......(Start too fake cry) That I will become everything I say I am.....And truly a role model for each and every one of you!

Diamante points too people and drops microphone as he finishes fake weeping, As Damien pats him on the back and picks up the microphone begins talking.

Damien: I just want too say on behalf on this live crowd and the APW Faithful at home, I want too say we should and are touched by your genuine words and emotions! (Damian starts too cry and hug Diamante)

Damien and Diamante are embracing as Diamante is handed the microphone as Damien raises his hand in victory

Diamante: This has been the hardest match in my career.....I never knew how hard it was being Xtreme and Craven taught me tonight, Could we all give him a round of applause.

Diamante start mocking Slade with the classic "Slow Clap" as the crowds boos and doesn’t join in

Diamante: Yes (Clapping)...He deserves it, you all have been truly great. I love you, I will never forget this night. Thank you!

Diamante and Damien leave the ring and start going up the ramp, As Diamante blows kisses at his female fans and we go to a commercial break

[President Jeff]

We come back on the air with the scene opening backstage with Sally Talfourd finding Biggs

Sally: Biggs! I'm glad I found you. Like, really glad. I didn't get a chance to see you after One Night in Hell you know *Sally looks to her belt* for obvious reasons.

Biggs halfheartedly responds, not even looking up towards her.

Biggs: Congratulations on that...

Sally: Thank you. Back to what I was saying, after last week, I couldn't find you. I guess you had other things to do or something. But now ...

Sally slowly walks over to Biggs and takes a seat next to him on the bench. A bit closer than you would expect for friends. Biggs rests his hands on his knees with a sigh. It sounds like a tired sigh. Not a physical tired, but tired in the mind. So many things on his plate, and then to have his plates broken. First by President Jeff. Then by Ellie and Chris. It's a lot for one man to bear.

Sally: You don't have to, you know, go through this alone. And I'd hate to be partly responsible for your current situation without offering a hand to help. I feel so awful that you're stuck where you are, Biggs. But there's always a silver lining to clouds, right? Now there's nothing stopping us from having that first date! I mean, the big overseas tour is over. We're back on familiar turf, there's no distractions, and there's no one else. Just you and me Biggs.

Biggs: Sally, I need some time alone. Like you said, a lot's happened ...

Sally: That's right. You used to be, you know, the big General Manager. Everyone respected you and that. Now? I would have thought that you'd see an opportunity when it presented itself. I'm not just a girl who's giving you the hint anymore Biggs. I'm the APW champion. It's a free pass back into the spotlight. But, you know, you wouldn't be able to run around like you were before ...

Biggs sits up. Something she said catches his attention. Maybe it's the chance to get back into a position of authority. Maybe it's actually seeing the opportunity that is before him. He looks at Sally, wants to say something, then looks back down, dejected in his thoughts again.

Biggs: What changes? And why would I need to do that?

Sally: Well, you know me. Happy, care-free, bubbly. I'm not all, you know, "Rargh! I hate you" *Sally shakes a fist in mock rage* You have to smile once in a while, Biggs. Then again, with me around, it wouldn't be hard to do that, would it? *Sally smiles at Biggs, who doesn't even register a reaction* And you need to change because ... because ... well, look at you! Look where all your efforts into protecting yourself and putting everyone else down and all that got you? You're sitting here with, well, let's face it: Nothing.

Biggs: That's not entirely accurate, Sally.

Sally: Good point. You actually have me. All you have to do is set the date up ...

Biggs: Sally, I know you mean well. If anything is obvious for over the past few weeks, it's that you might be the only person who is. But can you at least respect the fact that I've just broken up with my fiance? The woman I thought I would have married by now? And that she was stolen from me by who I thought was my best friend? And on top of it all, I lost my job as General Manager?

Sally: I can respect that, but ...

Biggs: Well, if you do, give me some time. I'll think about what you have to say, ok?

Sally: Well, that's all I can ask, isn't it? *Sally leans over to Biggs, gives him a kiss on the cheek* You know where to find me. It will be between Level-One and the APW title. I guess the more things change, the more things stay the same. Change in bosses, and yet it's still Level-One who goes out and shows everyone why he's the man to beat. *Sally looks at Biggs again, who is still staring holes into the floor* I hope I hear from you soon, Biggs.

Sally pats Biggs on the back, then stands up from the bench and heads out, leaving Biggs to his thoughts and himself as we go back to the ring

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

My Time hits the PA and Jason comes out first with Sarah in tow and does a JoMo style arm raise as Arrow walks out slowly and looks as Jason and shakes his head, they make their way down the ramp,

Paige: Introducing first making their APW debut. Jason Fisher, Arrow, They are the Cryptic Connection

Jason plays to the crowd while Arrow focuses on the match, once in the ring Jason goes to the top rope for another JoMo arm raise while Arrow stands still in the ring.

Paige: And their opponents

Forever By Drake hit’s the PA and out comes Young Mannie, J.R Kingston and their manager, Damien Walker.

Paige: J.R Kingston, Young Mannie, They are THE RED SHIELD MAFIA

The RSM comes down to the ring ignoring boo’s and then get into the ring and wait for the bell to ring.

The Red Shield Mafia (Mannie & Kingston) Vs Cryptic Connection


Mannie and Jason kick things off by locking up in the middle of the ring. Mannie gets a side headlock in and Jason throws him off into the ropes. Mannie comes back and connects Mannie with a dropkick. Jason goes or an early cover
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Harvey: These two teams are no strangers to one another. They’ve had matches in IWF before.

Chase: Who cares about IWF, this is APW.

Jason gives Mannie a few punches and then slams him and tags in Arrow. Arrow climbs to the top rope. Jason picks Mannie up and Arrow comes off and nails him with a missile dropkick. Arrow stomps on Mannie’s face and then picks him up, throwing him into the ropes. Kingston makes a blind tag. Mannie comes back at Arrow. Arrow goes to pick him up, but Mannie lands behind him. Mannie grabs Arrow around the waist and Kingston runs in with a kick to the face and Mannie German suplexes Arrow. Kingston and Mannie celebrate and high five each other. Mannie gets out of the ring and Kingston grabs Arrow and brings him to the corner and chops him. He throws Arrow to the opposite corner and runs at him, crushing him in the corner with a clothesline. Kingston grabs Arrow and then gives him a side belly to belly suplex out of the corner and covers
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Harvey: These two teams want to prove themselves in the tag title division and hop to impress enough to get a future tag title shot.

Chase: With the attack that the Mafia did last week on the tag champs, we can only assume that they’ve gotten the champs attention.

Kingston tags in Mannie and Kingston grabs Arrow in a front face lock. Mannie jumps off the top rope with a double foot stomp to the back of Arrow. Mannie takes Arrow and puts him in the corner and begins spearing him. He throws Arrow to the corner and Mannie goes for a Cartwheel round house kick, but Arrow moves and Mannie kicks the turn buckle. Arrow quickly takes Mannie down with a super kick. Arrow crawls to his corner and tags in Jason. Jason jumps over the top rope and comes in and runs to Kingston and knocks him off the apron. Mannie is up and Jason throws him into the ropes and takes Mannie down with a back elbow. Mannie stumbles to his feet and falls to the corner. Jason runs and clotheslines Mannie in the corner and goes through the ropes while doing it. Kingston grabs Jason and pulls him through the ropes and to the floor. Jason blocks a punches from Kingston and comes back with a punch of his own. Arrow from in the ring, dives over the top rope and lands on Kingston.

Chase: The ref needs to get the action back into the ring.

Arrow and Jason begin attacking Kingston. They lift him up and Mannie is on the ring apron and jumps off with an Asai Moonsault, taking everyone down. Mannie grabs Jason and rolls him into the ring. Mannie grabs Jason and then Jason punches Mannie a few times then runs off the ropes and takes him down with a spear. Outside the ring, Arrow throws Kingston into the ring barrier and jumps on the apron. Jason tags Arrow in. Arrow and Jason grab Mannie and throws him to the corner. Jason gets on all fours in front of Mannie and Arrow runs off, jumps off Jason’s back, hitting the poetry in Motion. Jason leans against the ropes and Kingston trips him and pulls him out of the ring. Just then Damien Walker jumps onto the ring apron. This brings Sarah Fisher over and she jumps up next to Damien. The two start arguing and Damien shoves Sarah off the apron.

Harvey: I don’t think Arrow is going to like that.

Arrow goes over and grabs Damien and starts yelling at him for putting his hands on Sarah. While doing this, Damien tosses something into the ring to Mannie. Mannie picks it up and its brass knuckles. He slips them over his knuckles. Damien is able to get free and jumps back to the floor. As the ref tells him to stay there, Mannie begins to play possum by being down on one knee. Arrow walks over and lifts Mannie to his feet and Mannie punches Arrow, knocking him out. Mannie hides the evidence as he covers Arrow just in time for the ref to see it
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Winner: The Red Shield Mafia.

Mannie rolls out of the ring to join Kingston as Jason slides into the ring.

Chase: A Big win for The Mafia here.

Harvey: A little pay back from their IWF days.

Mannie, Kingston and Damien celebrate as they head up the ramp. Just as they get to the top, with their backs to the entrance. They make one final pose for the crowd and then CJ Gates and Blade step out with chairs in their hands and they hit Mannie and Kingston in the back, dropping them. Their new Body Guard grabs Damien and punches him, knocking him down.

Chase: Hey, That’s not fair!

Harvey: A little pay back for last week.

The fans are cheering as CJ, Blade and their new body guard leave as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

We come back from commercial and we see Shane West standing next to APW’s newest Mega Star, Derek Wellings.

Shane: Please Welcome by guest at this time. Derek Wellings. Derek, Welcome to APW. What brings you here to Action Packed Wrestling.

Derek: Well, I’ve been in a lot of companies, and then I heard about APW and the more I checked APW out, the more I liked what I saw. So I got in contact with President Jeff and he signed me to a contract.

Shane: What are your goals here?

Derek: Just like everyone elses, to be the APW Heavyweight Champion.

Just then, Destruction God walks by, still angry from losing his match earlier.

Derek: Nice try out there Man, you’ll get him next him.

Destruction God stop and looks at Derek and then throws a punch. Derek comes back tackling Destruction God to the mat. Road Agents and referee’s are quick to jump in to break it up as we go back to ringside.

Harvey: Wow, not the welcoming I think Derek was expecting.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen the next match is scheduled for one fall. Coming out first…

The Titantron bursts to static as the lights all dim down and begin to flash different colors at random, the fans turn their eyes to the entrance ramp, as all the light go out. A voice comes out over the speakers saying "Baby don't fear the Reaper." and then the lights come on. "Everything" by Pillar hits the speakers now and the lights begin to flicker red, white, and blue.

Paige: PENCE WEATHERLIGHT!

The fans all begin to cheer as Pence emerges on to the Entrance ramp wearing a red, white, and blue vest with a pair of black and blue shorts, he salutes the fans who all begin to chant "Mr. Main Event". Pence makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands, and taking poses so that the fans can take pictures of him. He finally makes it into the ring and then jumps up on to one of the turnbuckles and flexes. He then jumps down and repeats the process on the opposite sides turnbuckle, before finally jumping down, and going to the middle, he begins to pace looking at the entrance ramp, awaiting his opponent.

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: Should be a great match here, this is probably the biggest challenge that The Number has had since being in the APW.

Chase: Really? What has Pence done lately that would make you think The Number is going to run into any issues? Beat MATT Weatherlight? Oh, big whoop.

Harvey: So you’re just going to ignore all of Pence’s history in the APW?

Chase: …

Non Title
The Number Vs Pence Weatherlight

Pence starts off quickly against The Number and the two men meet in the middle and grapple. They fight back and forth for leverage until eventually The Number pushes Pence off and throws him towards the turnbuckle. Pence shakes his head and goes back at The Number again. They continue to battle for position, but this time Pence pushes The Number off. The Number refreshes himself and then the two men grapple again. The Number pushes Pence off this time. Pence gets ready to charge at The Number, but The Number is ready for it and he counters with a giant clothesline that knocks Pence to the ground. But Pence shoots back up quickly only to get smacked right back down by another clothesline.

Chase: Heck of a start by Pence eh, Harvey?

Pence springs himself back up again and before The Number can go for another clothesline Pence throws an elbow to the midsection and then grabs The Number and puts him in a head lock. Pence attempts a bulldog but The Number throws Pence off and he goes flying to the ground! Pence bounces up again and bounces off the rope and throws himself at The Number only to get caught midair and thrown to the ground quickly. The Number lands on top of him and goes for a quick cover.


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Harvey: Not going to beat Pence that easily, he’s been around for a long time.

The Number lifts Pence up by his hair and then offers a hard elbow to the forehead of Pence which sends Pence to one knee. The Number then hits Pence in the chest with a hard knee and Pence goes to all fours. The Number bounces off the ropes and charges at Pence for another knee but Pence pops up and throws Pence over his back! The Number falls down hard!

Harvey: Oh what strength by Pence Weatherlight, The Number is not a little man!

Chase: All momentum, not really that impressive.

The Number gets up and Pence charges after him and hits a flying shoulder to the chest that knocks down The Number. Pence bounces up as the crowd cheers loudly for Mr. Weatherlight. The Number gets up slowly and Pence is waiting for him and he bounces off the ropes and HITS A HUGE SCISSOR KICK to the back of The Numbers head! The Number goes down hard and Pence jumps on top of him for the pin.

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Chase: The ever resilient Number!

Pence lifts up The Number and sets him up for and hits a DDT! Driving The Number’s head into the ground. Pence hops up and picks up The Number again and this time sets up for a suplex. He tries to lift him up but The Number hooks his leg and blocks the attempt. Pence knees The Number in the stomach and attempts again, still no dice. The Number then uses his leverage to lift Pence up quickly and hits a huge suplex! Pence’s back hits the mat hard and he rolls over onto his stomach grasping for his back. The Number gets up quickly and grabs Pence’s legs and puts Pence INTO A BOSTON CRAB!

Harvey: Oh this isn’t good for Pence, The Number has about eight inches on him and that’s a lot of leverage that is going to put nothing but pressure on Pence’s back.

Chase: GO NUMBER, JUST LIKE WITH CASSIDY!

Harvey: You’re just sick.

Pence has nothing but pain in his face as The Number puts more and more pressure on his lower back. Pence is beginning to crawl a bit towards the ropes, which he is close to. The Number notices and stands up a bit and tries to bring Pence into the middle of the ring. The Number is so tall though that Pence is able to flip up underneath and grab The Numbers leg, twist the ankle and knock down The Number. Pence holds in the ankle lock as he gets to his feet. The Number lunges quickly and grabs the rope and the referee comes in and breaks up the hold. Pence is fired up in excitement waiting for The Number to get up. The Number gets up and Pence rushes towards him but The Number grabs Pence by the neck with his two hands and lifts Pence up above his shoulders and hurls him to the ground. The Number jumps on Pence quickly and attempts a cover.

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Harvey: I was worried for Pence for a second there.

Chase: Maybe you should be a little less biased here Harvey, you’re a play by play guy.

Harvey: Oh shut the heck up.

Chase: Haha!

The Number gets up in frustration and lifts up Pence and throws him into the turnbuckle. The Number starts pummeling on Pence who is taking every hit hard. The crowd is booing loudly showing their disapproval at seeing Pence get beaten. After Pence seems to be not fighting back anymore, The Number plants Pence on top of the turnbuckles. The Number looks around signaling to the crowd that this will be the Finding X.

Chase: Not looking good for Pence right here huh Harvey?

Harvey: Don’t you worry Chase.

The Number climbs up to the bottom rope and offers a few shots to the head of Pence. The Number grabs Pence and lifts him in the air, stalling for a moment, Pence however flings himself back and flips off of The Number and lands flat on his feet. The Number turns around quickly very confused, Pence lifts The Number onto his shoulders, he hits THE REAPERS WILL!! Pence stays on top of him…

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Winner: Pence Weatherlight

Harvey: What did I tell you, I knew Pence would pull this out, too much experience for this guy. The Number still has some work to do.

Chase: …

Harvey: Still nothing? Yeah, good

"King of Everything" by Anarchy Club dies down as the Reaper remains in the ring and is looking around with a rather large grin on his face as the fans continue to cheer. He asks for a microphone from ring side and is given one promptly as he begins to walk around in the ring, looking around with a smile on his face. He brings the microphone to his lips and begins to speak immediately.

Pence: So how did I do?

The fans let out a great deal of applause and whistles as Pence shrugs his shoulders and makes his way to the middle of the ring.

Pence: No seriously...on a scale of one to ten? What did you say my performance ranked as?

The fans are chanting "10" as Pence nods his head some more and then continues.

Pence: Good, good, it finally seems like I've emerged from my slump if I performed at a perfect "10". I say tonight was the first stop on a long line of ass kickings that I predict is going to go through the APW in the coming weeks. I've got a head full of steam folks and I'm feeling it and not many people in APW can stop me when I'm feeling it folks. I guess what I'm trying to say is...the effort tonight...was only the beginning. You see I'm not truly satisfied ladies and gentlemen until I cleanse all the ring rust off and get back into working order because on a scale from one to ten, my performances should all be "11"'s you feel me?

The fans all give a great amount of approval to Mr. Main Event as he continues.

Pence: I got a lot of training to do before next week and I'm sure a lot of you are looking forward to seeing the unlucky bloke who draws me as a match up just as much as I am. I'm pretty sure by next week more of my game will have returned and most likely I will have another fuck stick come out here and tell me I'm nothing more than a feather in his hat, but in reality these people, much like the Number, are nothing more than overzealous and overconfident rookies thinking that just because they won a championship from some no-name, talentless hack that it is any true measurement of their skill and talent, when it really isn't. Hell, I think the Number was just lucky that he could walk out of the ring, and didn't need assistance tonight because I was this close to breaking his spinal column because of the shit he said.

That's right number, I watch my opponent's videos even if I have already sent in my own. I wanted to see what you had to say as ours aired on live television almost at the same time and neither of us got any material off of each other and we both winged it. I must say...if you think that fancy words equal wins then you are in some trouble my friend because most of the higher tier wrestlers in the back are just going to swamp you under the sheer magnitude of how much shit they talk.

Pence pauses and looks around the arena and then begins again quite quickly.

Pence: You see this is the problem with the next generation that has walked into APW's doors recently. They think they are the shit, but Biggs didn't test them, and Jeff is only just getting to testing the new blood. Tonight proves a valid point of course, that the Number needs to improve, other wise any of the veterans in the back are going to be able to just walk up and take his championship. As a matter of fact...I challenge you Number.

The fans cheer as Pence points at the camera facing him.

Pence: I'm gonna give you an opportunity to make me eat my words that I have spoken tonight. At Overdrive's 100th episode I challenge you for that prestigous title that you are holding so preciously around your waist. I challenge you for that Overdrive Championship. I've more than earned the opportunity since I beat him tonight, so I'm pretty sure Jeff will have no problems with me making this match. So...give me your answer as soon as you can Number, because for now...Mr. Main Event is going to take a breather and relax for the rest of the night because he thinks he earned it. Good night Ladies and gentlemen.

Pence leaves the ring as Overdrive goes to commercial.

[President Jeff]

APW Overdrive comes back from commercial break with Chris Cyrus and Ellie already in the ring as “Ironman” plays over the speakers. Cyrus has a referee shirt on, and Ellie is holding what appears to be a tupperware container full of cookies.

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 handicap match scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 217 pounds, from Seattle, Washington, Biggs!

Harvey: Biggs is still in a foul mood since One Night in Hell, and I don't think it's going to get any better here tonight!

Chase: Of course not! He has to fight the tag team champions in a Handicap Match, with the guy who screwed him over as the guest ref!

Harvey: Well, to be fair, Biggs did bring this upon himself by leaving Cyrus high to dry last week against C.J. Gates and Blade!

When Biggs reaches the ring, Cyrus begins to speak.

Cyrus: Biggs, I know that you're still pissed at Ellie and me, but despite last week, we still want to work things out you. We know we did wrong by you, and we also realize it may take some time to win back your trust, but as a sign of our goodwill towards you, Ellie backed you some cookies!

Ellie holds out the container of cookies, trying to hand them off to Biggs.

Ellie: They're snickerdoodles, your favorite!

Biggs looks at the cookies, then to Cyrus and Ellie. He doesn't appear to be appeased by the offer of treats in the slightest. He slaps the tupperware container out of Ellie's hands, and it goes sailing over the ropes to the floor! Ellie backs up behind Cyrus, who speaks again.

Cyrus; Okay, so you're not in the mood for sweets. We can still make it up to you. You know, as the official referee of this contest, I make things pretty easy for...

Biggs snatches the mic right from Cyrus' hand! He has a very bitter tone in his voice as he responds.

Biggs: Christopher and Elizabeth, who the heck do you think you are trying to patronize me like this? I don't want your help, I don't need your help, and quite frankly, I want to kick your sorry butt right now, Cyrus. But I can't do that if I want to stand a chance at beating the tag champs now, can't I? Because like you said, Christopher, you are the official referee. But let me warn you, if you dare try to screw me over again, you'll need something more than your car to get away from me.

Biggs tosses down the mic and heads to the near corner, glaring at Cyrus and Ellie as his opponents' theme music hits. "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. C.J. Gates and Blade bump their fists and then hurry down the ramp and get into the ring.

Paige: And his opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 445 pounds, C.J. Gates and Blade, The Exchange Rate!

Harvey: Last week, the tag champs faced off against Cyrus in what essentially turned into a Handicap Match, and this week, they're facing Biggs in an official Handicap Match!

Chase: You got to think that the champs would much rather fight in a tag team contest to really push themselves, but they also know it would be their mistake to overlook Biggs here tonight!

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. Cyrus calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

The Exchange Rate vs. Biggs

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Blade starts off the match with Biggs, and the former GM leads off with a couple of stiff Calf Kicks, trying to knot up the legs of Blade early in the match. He then shoots Blade towards the ropes, and goes for a Jumping Leg Lariat, which Blade ducks under! On the rebound, Blade nails Biggs with a rough Shoulder Tackle right as Biggs gets back up to his feet! Blade then mounts his arrogant opponent, and unloads a series of lefts and rights the knock Biggs silly! Blade goes for a quick cover, but doesn't even get a one count! He pulls Biggs up to his feet as he rises up himself, and then sends Biggs back down to the mat with a Scoop Slam! Blade gives Biggs a couple of stomps to the chest, and then reaches down to pull him back up to his feet, but Biggs reaches up and gives him a thumb to the eye! The fans boo loudly as Biggs gets back to his feet, and whips Blade to a neutral corner. Biggs then grabs a hold of Blade's leg and wraps it around the middle rope, torquing the knee joint! Cyrus is slow to start the five count, and once he does, it's an absolutely anemic count. Biggs lets go on three and gets in Cyrus' face, saying that he doesn't want Cyrus' help! Cyrus feigns innocence, and Biggs turns back to Blade, who's nursing his knee a bit. Biggs unwraps the knee from around the rope and keeps a hold of it, dragging Blade hopping on one foot to the center of the ring. Once there, Biggs pulls off the Dragon Screw Leg Drag, and immediately applies a Grapevine Leg Lock on the mat! Blade whinces in pain as Biggs has the move on tight!

Harvey: Biggs' strategy looks to be working the leg of Blade. Biggs doesn't want Cyrus' help in this match, but I don't think he fully trusts Cyrus to make a fair count later in the match. Hence, he's working the leg to try and perhaps set up for the Sharpshooter later in the match!

C.J. Gates yells encouraging words from the corner, trying to will his partner to hold on. Blade tries to kick at Biggs to break him off, but to no avail. Biggs is just latched onto the leg, showing no signs of relenting, until C.J. Gates comes in and gives him a hard stomp to the sternum, forcing Biggs to release the hold! Gates rushes back to his corner as Blade starts the slow crawl towards his partner. Biggs is holding his chest in pain, but gets to his feet and grabs a hold of Blade's foot as he's almost to his corner! The fans are clapping and cheering for Blade, trying to help him cover the mere inches that seperate him from the outstretched hand of Gates, but Biggs pulls him back to the center of the ring and grapevines his legs around the leg of Blade, while wrenching his ankle in an Ankle Lock! Blade screams out in pain, but shows no signs of tapping, but then again, Biggs shows no signs of letting go! The pain is visible on the face of Blade as he begins to slowly crawl back towards his corner, dragging both himself and Biggs, who's trying to snap the ankle in two! Biggs notices that Blade is almost there and lets go, getting back to his feet and trying to pull Blade back to the middle of the ring! Blade rolls onto his back and kicks Biggs square in the chest with his other foot, sending Biggs crashing back first into the mat! Blade then makes the hot tag to C.J. Gates, who comes in like a house of fire! He immediately takes Biggs down with a Head Scissors take down! Both men are back to their feet quickly, but Gates takes Biggs back down with a Hurricarana, flipping through and hooking the leg, 1
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Biggs kicks out! Gates stays on the attack, popping up to his feet and running towards the ropes to nail Biggs with a Guillotine Leg Drop! He goes for another pin, 1
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Biggs gets his shoulder up again!

Harvey: Two very close near-falls for Gates here! Blade absolutely needed to make that tag, and it's paid dividends for his team thus far!

Chase: Gates is quick, there's no doubt about that!

Gates has control of Biggs' head, and pulls him back to his feet, leading him to the corner and bouncing his head off the turnbuckle a couple of times before sitting Biggs up on the turnbuckle, facing out towards the crowd! Blade then steps out onto the apron, and climbs up the ropes himself, looking to nail Biggs with a Sunset Flip Powerbomb. Before Gates can pull off the move, Biggs gives him some hard shots to the midsection, and as Gates is dazed, he gives him a Backbody Drop off the top rope! Biggs then turns around and lightning quick leaps off for a UFO Frogsplash! Biggs nails it, and hooks Gates leg, 1
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Cyrus stops the count and gives Biggs a middle finger right in front of his face! Biggs is enraged, and gets up to shove Cyrus, but the ref just shoves him right back, and steps right in to give him the Straight To Hell! The fans cheer the move loudly as Blade helps Gates up! Blade pulls Biggs up and drops him right across the back on his knee, while Gates climbs to the top. Blade holds Biggs up as Gates leaps off and nails him with the Go for Broke! Gates hooks both legs, 1
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Winners: C.J. Gates and Blade[/center]

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

Chris Cyrus quickly leaves the ring and grabs Ellie's hand as they head up the ramp at a hurried pace. Biggs is still out in the ring as the timekeeper hands The Exchange Rate their belts, which they raise high in the air!

Harvey: Another week, another betrayal for the former members of the Axis of Awesome! This week, it was Chris Cyrus who cost Biggs the match!

Chase: I don't think that there's any way the Axis of Awesome can reconcile their differences now!

Harvey: But despite Cyrus' interference, you cannot discount the performance of the tag champs here tonight! Blade showed tremendous guts holding on in those submission moves for as long as he did, and Gates showed how dangerous he is when he's on a roll! I wouldn't want to be the unlucky bum who faces these guys next!

Gates and Blade continue to celebrate their win in the ring while the fans cheer for them at the top of their lungs.

[President Jeff]

"This Means War" by Busta Rhymes blasts out over the PA and the crowd goes wild with anticipation for Mark Mania to come to the ring. The music continues to play a little longer than it normally does without Mark Mania coming out to ringside. As the music continues to play the crowd begins to become restless. Finally though, Mark Mania walks out form behind the curtain and the crowds reaction is solid yet again. Mark doesn't look at the crowd or interact whatsoever with them and finally gets down to the ring. He walks up the steps, and threw the middle turnbuckle. Mark motions for a microphone. Paige throws up a mic and Mark taps it twice to make sure it's working.

Mark Mania: Ladies and gentlemen. I know that this is not something I do often. Normally when you see me, I'm either wrestling or I'm in random commercials. But, tonight, after my disappointment the last two times I've been in an APW ring, I wanted to come out here and reassure my fans and all of APW. Yes, I've had some issues lately, I know that. The winning hasn't been coming as easily as it had been before hand. I lost again to Level-One and I didn't win the World Title when I was given the chance.

The crowd boos at the sounds of Level-One's name.

Mark Mania: I know, I know, it's quite upsetting to me too. But let me tell you this. I will not give up, I will persevere. Now, I know this sounds a lot like the same statement that Pence Weatherlight made last week and then he went on to beat up his son, which, is what it is, but...he's a smart man for this reason. Sometimes, you need to take responsibility for your actions. I can't believe the disappointment that I've been lately and to all of you, I wanted to say sorry. But, to also promise you that I will be better. My desire for more gold within the APW has not dissipated. My main desire is the APW World Heavyweight Championship. But truly, any gold is what I want in my future. Tag titles, Overdrive Title, hell I'd even take my Xtreme Title back. Because every second that I am not a champion or that I am not the face of this company is a second that APW is less of a company. APW benefits from me being on top of my game and from me being a champion, which is why I've spent long enough without gold and now I'm looking for some. Truly, there isn't anyone in APW that I hate, there isn't anyone that I want to destroy beyond a shadow of a doubt. But, what I do want is to win. So really, whoever stands in my way from here on out will be sorely upset when they see their name next to mine. Because every single person that I'm put up against I am going to be treating like my arch-enemy. I've had enough of this crap, and damn it, I'm not going to do it anymore.

The crowd cheers loudly.

Mark Mania: Thank you, thank you. So, APW, what I'm trying to tell you is that no one is safe, whoever it is that I may end up facing next week is going to be in for a world of pain, because next week rings in my new quest towards the top of this company. I may have failed my first time, but believe me, I will not let it happen again.

The crowd cheers loudly again and Mark throws the mic out of the ring and "This Means War" blasts over the loud speaker again and Mark raises his hand to the crowd waving in thanks. He slides under the bottom rope and walks back up the ramp to the backstage, slapping hands along his way up, but still not anywhere near his normal excitedness.

Cindy Shannon is backstage prepping herself for a backstage interview. She's fixing her dress, smoothing out any wrinkles or imperfections it may have. Looking for acknowledgement that she's good to go she calls out the camera crew, ''do I look okay?'' she asks. A voice is quick to answer her question as a head pops out from a large crate located several feet behind her.

''You look mighty fine, baby!''

Cindy Shannon looks around to see where the voice came from and spots the man hiding in the crate. Suspicious she urges the camera crew to follow her as she approaches the man in the crate with caution stuffing a microphone into his face.

Cindy Shannon: Who are you and where did you come from? SECURITY!?

The man holds a finger to his lips and ''hushes'' her up, as he looks around in both direction as not to be seen by anyone else.

''I'm Jason Blackburn...''

Cindy Shannon nods her head awkwardly, she has no clue as to who he is—or why he was here. She gets ready to call out for security once more but Jason Blackburn quickly gets ahead of himself.

Jason Blackburn: I'm Jason Blackburn and I have a working contract with the APW. Basically, I am the manager of Level-One, legally. Now he has no real obligation to bring me along with him here, so I had to sneak in without his acknowledgement. In other words, he has no idea I am here tonight...

Cindy Shannon: Is that why you're hiding in this crate?

Jason Blackburn: Actually, no. I'm hiding in this crate because people are looking for me. I'll tell you this because you look like a girl I could trust... maybe even date. Regardless, I sorta snuck into the tech room earlier tonight and played that ti-tron video that got Level-One a little upset, to say the least. They almost caught me and chased me out. So, I'm hiding in here until things cool down.

Cindy Shannon looks back at her camera crew, which urge her to press on for some more information—it was huge development in a breaking story.

Cindy Shannon: Why in the world would you play a video get your client upset? That doesn't make any sense.

Jason Blackburn: Hey, maybe not to you—you're a pretty looking blonde. You have boobs, not a brain. I guarantee you, it'll all make more sense in time. Though, I'm not just going to give you a free interview for... well, free! Time is money, hunny. However if you want to go on a date sometime, both are yours...

Cindy Shannon blushes as she looks over her shoulders and sees President Jeff marching down the hallway. Jason Blackburn hears the footsteps and immediately begins to panic.

Jason Blackburn: Okay, I'm going back in now. I'll see you around sometime. Love you...

Jason Blackburn lays back down in the create and shuts the top on top of him. President Jeff approaches Cindy Shannon who looks at him, awkwardly.

President Jeff: Hey, Cindy. You didn't see a man a little over six feet wearing a business suit with a beach boy haircut, did you?

Cindy Shannon bites her lip. She's too nervous to give President Jeff the answer he was looking for. Though, President Jeff can see right through her.

President Jeff: I'd hate to dismiss you, Cindy. Give him up...

Cindy Shannon quickly breaks as she shuffles to the side and points at the crate in the hallway beside her. President Jeff marches over to the crate flipping the top, as Jason Blackburn sat up and yelled.

Jason Blackburn: SURPRISE!

President Jeff reaches in and pulling Jason Blackburn out of the crate who begins to stretch himself out.

President Jeff: What in the world were you doing in the tech room? That's off limits to you and anyone else in your position! I'm sorry but for security reasons, I'm going to have to ask you to leave the building.

A few seconds later, Jason Blackburn is surrounded by several security guards.

Jason Blackburn: Wait! You can't do that! I need to be here to manage Level-One... you know, without actually managing him!? He can't do this on his own, Jeff...

The security grab Jason Blackburn and begin to escort him out of the building as he screams and hollers in protest. President Jeff just shakes his head back and forth before walking off in the opposite direction and we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

Paige: The following contest is your APW Overdrive main event!

The fans cheer at the announcement, but they quickly turn to boos as '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: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in tonight at 242 pounds, from The Underworld, by way of Indianapolis, Indiana, “The Source of All Evil” Nathaniel Havok!

Harvey: These fans don't like Nathaniel Havok one bit! And while this contest may not be in Havok's preferred Xtreme format, don't think for a moment that he's out of his depth in a normal match!

Chase: That's right! The Xtreme matches may be Havok's bread and butter, but this guy is dangerous anytime he gets in the ring!

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.

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

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in tonight at 140 pounds, from Seattle, Washington, she is the APW Heavyweight Champion of the World, Sally Talfourd!

Harvey: Just listen to the ovation for our champion here tonight! This is Sally's first match since winning the belt at One Night in Hell, and you know she wants to impress as champ!

Chase: I can barely hear you over all these people here tonight, Harvey! They are fired up that Sally was able to wrestle the belt away from Level-One, but you got to know that in the back of her mind, she's thinking about her upcoming match with the former champ at Christmas Chaos!

Sally stands at the base of the steps to the ring, waving to the crowd as she is announced. When that's done, she dashes up the steps, hoists herself over the top ring and bounces to the centre of the ring. Poses for the crowd as the lights return to normal and the music fades out. She unclasps her belt, raises it high in the air, and then hands it to the ref. The crowd still cheers for the adorable Sally as she starts to stretch for the match, and the ref calls for the bell.

Nathaniel Havok and Sally Talfourd look to lock up, when suddenly ''Put on you on game'' by Lupe Fiasco blasts the PA system and Level-One makes his way from the back. The crowd boos as Level-One takes his time getting down to the ring showing absolute disregard for both competitors inside the ring, who have their eyes locked on the cold blooded Canadian. Level-One joins Harvey and Chase at the announce table.

Chase: I can't believe I am sitting beside, Level-One! This is the greatest night ever!

Harvey: Show some respect for the competitors inside the ring, how about that one, Chase!?

Level-One: You shut your mouth, Harvey. I was aiming for your noggin when I whipped that microphone in your direction you disrespectful punk.

Sally Talfourd vs. Nathaniel Havok

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The two competitors tie up in the middle of the ring, and Havok uses his weight advantage to back the champion into the corner. Once he has her backed up, he gives her a knee to the midsection, and begins to unload with a series of punches in the corner, pummelling the champ as she gets her hands up to defend herself! Havok sees that his punches aren't getting through as well as he likes, so he lifts her foot, and gives Sally a hard, downward kick right into the kneecap! This draws loud boos from the crowd, as well as forces Sally down to a seated position in the corner! Havok grabs a hold of the top rope, and jumps up, kicking his legs back and swinging in, pumping his legs forward to drive both feet right into the face of Sally! He grabs a hold of Sally's legs, dragging her away from the ropes, and going for a quick pin, 1
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Harvey: Just to remind you folks, this is a non-title match!

Chase: But if Havok is able to beat Sally here tonight, you can bet he'll be at the top of the list for a title shot after she faces Level-One!

Level-One: Great point, Chase. It would be an absolute pleasure to defeat Nathaniel Havok on my first title defence back as world champion. I'd love to use his silly looking hair to mop his blood up off the floor with.

Havok stays on the attack, pulling Sally up by the head, and whipping her towards the ropes! She ducks the attempted clothesline from Havok, and on the rebound, nails him with a Big Boot to the face! This drops Havok to the mat, and Sally immediately follows up with a quick Leg Drop across the throat of Havok! She pulls him back up, giving him a couple of Forearm Strikes to the face before twisting him in position to deliver a Lovelace Choker! Sally knows it's going to take way more than that to put Havok away, so she takes a few steps back and waits for him to begin to get up, rushing in for a Short Dropkick to the side of the face! She hits with such force that it sends him rolling underneath the ropes and out of the ring! The fans are chanting “SALLY! SALLY!” as Havok slowly makes his way to his feet outside the ring. Sally heads over to the ropes, and grabs a hold of the top rope, pulling off a Slingshot Plancha, sending her sailing over the ropes towards her opponent on the floor! Havok catches her from mid-air, and delivers a Fallaway Slam, sending her crashing back first into the barricade!

Chase: That's not a move we normally see Havok pull off! But then again, he doesn't normally outweigh his opponent by a hundred pounds!

Harvey: Sally's petite, that's for sure! But the fact is that while Havok is known for his high octane, high speed offense, he's just shown his adaptability!

Level-One: All I hear is nonsense from the both of you. I can't be the only one who hopes she broke her back on that one, am I?

The fans are booing loudly as Havok sits Sally up against the barricade, grabbing a hold of the top of the barricade before repeatedly driving his knee into the side of her head again and again! The ref has reached the count of six by the time Havok relents. He quickly rolls in and out of the ring to break the count, and then lifts Sally up into a Suplex position, pulling off a Front-Face Suplex that drapes Sally belly first over the barricade! The fans are booing and calling Havok dirty names as he then makes his way up to the apron, and then to the top rope, jumping off for a Front Flip Leg Drop that lands across the back of Sally's neck, causing her face to whiplash right into the barricade!

Chase: Just because this isn't an Xtreme Rules match doesn't mean that Nathaniel Havok won't get extreme!

Harvey: That was just a nasty move there from Havok! Did you see the sickening way Sally's face crashed into the barricade?

Level-One: Yes, someone get the monkeys out in the truck to replay that for me a couple times. Now that Sally Talfourd is no longer a pretty face, what exactly does she have going for her now?

Sally appears to be out of it as Havok holds his calf in pain, slowly making his way back up. He rolls in and out of the ring again to break the count at the count of seven. Havok then grabs a hold of Sally, rolling her into the ring before rolling back in himself. He mounts her and gives her a few punches to the face before going for a cover, 1
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Sally gets the shoulder up! Havok pulls Sally up and whips her into the corner, and rushes in, going for a Spinning Wheel Kick! Sally gets out of the way just in time, causing Havok's knee to smash hard into the top turnbuckle! As Havok clutches his right knee in pain, Sally pulls him up by the head and while hooks his head. She climbs up to the second rope and springs off, turning in mid-air to nail an impactful Tornado DDT! She goes for the pin, 1
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Kickout by Havok! Sally then transitions into a Neck Scissors, squeezing her legs around the head and neck of Havok!

Harvey: Sally's starting to rebound from Havok's brutal assault early in this match, but you can tell that she's still a bit disoriented. Normally, she'd get the pace of this match going much quicker, but she's trying to keep Havok grounded right now.

Chase: I may not like her, but I've got to admit that her strategy is sound. Sally knows that Havok knocked her for a loop, and there's no shame in using moves like this to get yourself reoriented and restructure your gameplan mid-match! Smart wrestling from our champ.

Level-One: I'm still not impressed by her performance.

Sally has the move on tight, and Havok is trying as hard as he can, but he's having trouble squirming out. Finally, he uses his size advantage, pushing up with his hands on Sally's legs, freeing his head from her legs! His face is visibly red and he coughs a couple of times as both competitors quickly make their way back to a vertical base! Havok is the first to throw a punch, but Sally blocks, and gives him a few punches before going for a Sidekick! Havok catches her foot and shoves it away, but Sally pivots on her other foot, spinning around to catch him with a Dragon Whip! As he's still groggy, Sally pulls Havok back up, whipping him towards the ropes, and catching him with Leg Lariat on the rebound! She immediately goes back to the Neck Scissors on the mat!

Harvey: Sally really wants to dictate the pace of this match! While her style is normally fast paced, she knows Havok can go just as fast as she can! By slowing things down, she gets to decide when the match gets fast and frenzied, rather than letting Havok make that decision!

Chase: Havok already broke out of this move once, but each time Sally slaps it on, it saps him of oxygen and strength. If he can't breath well, he can't pick up the pace on his terms!

Level-One: Who cares. If it was up to me this match probably would have never went on this long. Nathaniel Havok had her right where he wanted her so if he loses this match, he has nobody but himself to blame.

Sally squeezes her legs together even tighter before releasing the hold. She rolls the coughing Havok onto his belly, and steps between his shoulder blades, reaching down and grabbing a hold of his arms. She then moves her foot from Havok's back to the back of his head and stomps down as hard as she can, giving him a vicious Curb Stomp! The fans are cheering as she rolls him back over, going for another pin, 1
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Havok gets his shoulder up!

Level-One: This kid has some heart, I must say. All he has to do now is pick himself up and actually mount some offense.

Chase: Havok is showing some resiliency here. He controlled the early part of the match, and hit some high impact moves, but Sally weathered the storm and has been in control since he missed that Spinning Wheel Kick!

Harvey: Havok's going to have to do something if he wants to get back into this match!

Sally grabs a hold of Havok's head, pulling him back up to his feet, but on the way up, he gives her an elbow to the midsection, followed up with a Sitdown Jawbreaker, jarring Sally's jaw and giving him the opportunity to get up and Dropkick her in the face to the mat! He pulls her back up, hooks her in a Fisherman's Suplex position, and lifts her up, and then drops her on her head between his legs, delivering the Devil Driver! Havok looks like he's starting to regain confidence as Sally's out on the mat. He makes his way to the turnbuckle, and motions that it's time for the Suicidal Downpour! Before he can perform the move, he notices that Sally is stirring, and decides against the move, hopping down from the turnbuckle, and pulling her up by the head, giving her some hard punches to the head as he does so! He then pulls her in for a Snap Suplex! He maintains control of the head, and twists his hips, pulling them both back up to their feet. He then pulls a standing switch to get behind Sally, and delivers a beautiful German Suplex! The crowd is booing as he makes his way back to the corner.

Harvey: With all of his hardcore matches and fast paced style, sometimes it's easy to forget just how good of a wrestler Nathaniel Havok really is. Emphasis on wrestler.

Chase: It looks like Havok's going to go for the Suicidal Downpour! If he hits with this, we will have an upset on our hands!

Level-One: Yeah, but moves like these often have more risk then reward. It's why guys like him will always be on highlight wheels but never world champions. He better hit this.

Havok has an evil grin on his face as he leaps off, going for the Suicidal Downpour Shooting Star Press! On his way down, Sally gets her knees up, and he crashes chest first into the them! Havok holds his chest in pain, while Sally rubs her shins, and scootches to the ropes. She pulls herself up, and Havok slowly makes his way back up as well, and the champ charges in towards him, going for a Flying Forearm! Havok ducks it, and as Sally lands and turns around, he grabs her head and drives her into the mat with the Judgement Day! Havok goes for the cover, 1
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Harvey: Sally has been taking all Havok can dish out and more!

Chase: Like we said earlier about Havok, Sally's showing real resiliency here, but if she can't get some more offense going, Havok will eventually get the win!

Level-One: You know, I must say this has turned out to be one hell of a main event. The only way it gets better is if I was in it. Unfortunately, I'm not. So, it verges on great—not amazing.

Havok is starting to show signs of frustration, slamming his fist into the mat before making his way back to his feet. He motions for Sally to get back up to her feet, and as she does, he hooks her in a Gutwrench, lifting her up to go for a Gutwrench Powerbomb! As she's hoisted in the air, Sally wraps her legs around Havok's head and counters with a Headscissors Takedown! The fans pop to their feet, cheering at the top of their lungs, chanting “SALLY! SALLY!” once more!

Harvey: And with that, these fans have come back to life! That will certainly help Sally Talfourd as she tries to make her first match since winning the belt a successful one!

Chase: That was some counter by Sally there!

Sally is eating up the support of the crowd, and motions for Havok to get up. As he does, she grabs a hold of his arm and places her foot against his cheek, falling to her back to nail him with an Inverted Stomp Facebreaker! She then pulls him up and whips him towards the corner! She hits with a Running Dropkick, and as he's dazed, she stuffs him horizontally between the middle and top turnbuckle before taking a few steps back and running in to hit him with the WHAM! She pulls Havok out from between the ropes, and rolls him onto the mat, running towards the ropes and leaping off, going for the Happy Ending! He rolls out of the way, and she lands on her feet! As he gets up, she grabs a hold of him, and delivers The Makeover! She goes for the cover, 1
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Winner: Sally Talfourd[/center]

Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Sally Talfourd!

Harvey: What an intense matchup between Sally Talfourd and Nathaniel Havok here tonight! Havok gave the champ all he could, but she still found a way to come out on top!

Chase: There were several points in this match where I was sure Havok had it won, but the champ turned him back, and makes her first match since winning the belt a positive one!

Level-One: I'm a gentlemen, guys. Excuse me, while I go to congratulate our ''champ'' after her big win...

Level-One rips off his headset and removes the championship from the ring keepers possession, he's clearly not happy having seen Sally Talfourd emerge with the victory. Sally Talfourd lifts her arms up in victory still reeling from the effects of her match, allowing Level-One slip in the ring behind her as he crouches low with his back towards a turnbuckle post with the APW world championship in his possession.

Harvey: I knew Level-One was up to no good coming out here tonight!

Chase: Hey, you better hope he wins his title back—or he may just steal your job as a commentator for Thursday night overdrive. That would leave you jobless or worse yet, applying for a job at IWC! Haha!

Level-One springs up looking to drive the APW world championship into the back of the skull of Sally Talfourd but stops dead in his tracks behind her. She hears the bullrush and immediately turns and his face to face with the world champion. Level-One clinches his eyes closed and shakes the sudden cobwebs out of his head. He looks at Sally Talfourd and hands the APW world championship over to her. Sally reluctantly tugs the title from Level-One and takes several steps back as a precaution as Level-One hits the deck and rolls out the ring from under the bottom rope, as he quickly marches up the ramp.

Harvey: Am I seeing things again? Level-One had the perfect opportunity to Level Sally Talfourd but he didn't take it!

Chase: I am as appalled as you are, Harvey. I don't think anyone but that silly looking clown running around backstage earlier tonight has clue was to what is going on with our number one contender!

Harvey: Regardless, I'm sure Sally Talfourd is enjoying the break.

Sally Talfourd watches Level-One walk up the ramp with confusion on her face as she tosses the APW world heavyweight championship on her shoulders. Level-One stops at the top of the ramp to look back at Sally Talfourd but snaps back around shrugging her off as he takes refuge behind the curtain, leaving the champion in one piece.

Harvey: Well, that leaves us for plenty of questions hopefully we get some answers to, next week!

Chase: This is all for Thursday Night Overdrive, see you all next week!

Sally Talfourd lifts the APW world championship above her head, as the APW logo flashes across the screen and the show comes to a close.