Overdrive - Indianapolis, Indiana (12/02/10)

[President Jeff]

The video ends and pyro shoots from the stage. The camera pans through the crowd of cheering APW fans before stopping on the commentators, Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase

Harvey: Welcome Everyone to the 101 episode of Thursday Night OVERDRIVE!

Chase: I dunno if I can do another 100 episodes sitting next to you Darren.

Harvey: The feeling is mutual Johnny. If you missed last week shame on you.

Chase: We have a huge main event set up tonight. Two champions squaring off, Sally Talfourd takes on C.J Gates

Harvey: This is a huge test for CJ

Put you on game by Lupe Fiasco hits the PA system and the lights in the arena become dimly light. The majority of fans stand up out of their seats to boo Level-One from the top of their lungs. The champion steps out from the curtains with a big red bag over his shoulder as if he had just robbed Santa Clause. The number one contender walks down the ramp and tosses the big red bag over the top rope before rolling into the ring under the bottom rope.

Harvey: With the recent mood swings with Level-One who knows what type of shape he's walked in the building, tonight.

Chase: Well, he does have a Santa Clause sack! Obviously, he's embraced the Christmas spirit 23 days early. He must be in a great mood!

He walks over to the farside of the ring, leaning over the ropes respectfully asking for a microphone to which his request is met. The bag lays in the middle of the ring, as Level-One stands over it and addresses both the live crowds and millions at home.

Level-One: Let's cut to the chase. I am absolute sickened by my actions last week in my match with Leila Farrahi. I am ashamed that I let a childish antic from someone who I thought was my friend get the best of me and clout my decisions. And looking at the tape, this anger arguably brought a positive result to my illustrious win column—nothing is worth the price of your soul. I would be willing to lose any day of the week if meant losing with poise, respect and honour. And for that? I am sorry to all you fans that had to watch that. More importantly, I'm sorry to Leila Farrahi.

Level-One lowers his head and shakes back and forth in complete and utter disgust. Some fans can't help but sympathize with the former champion as they give him a round of applause.

Level-One: Leila Farrahi has been re-injured because of my actions and her time off is now, indefinite. She'll lose time in a hospital bed when it could have been much more productive spent in a wrestling ring and for that words cannot describe exactly how sorry I am. The fact is, there isn't much I can do but expect others to live up to the same standards I hold myself up to, including Sally Talfourd.

The crowd starts a Sally Talfourd chant which doesn't bother Level-One, whatsoever. He can understand why the masses would cheer her on. She's the world champion. A pretty face. A women. The fact remained however that she really wasn't there for her so called, friend.

Level-One: The fact is, Sally Talfourd could have and should have accepted my open challenge. Instead, our world champion decided to take the cowardly way out and throw her friend under the bus. While certainly doesn't make my actions any less disturbing it really could have all been prevented if Sally Talfourd gave you the fans what you really wanted to see. Instead, she came out here to help instigate my actions that never should have occurred. I may have started the fire but Sally Talfourd stood idle by and watched it burn. Now I am not expecting much from Sally Talfourd, we all make mistakes... but will she apologise? Will she own up to her mistakes like I have? I doubt it folks, because Sally Talfourd is not the champion you all hoped she would be. Sally Talfourd is pathetic...

The fans boo Level-One as he reaches down into his large bag and begins to shuffle through the items within it. The first item he pulls out is a get well card. He opens up the card and holds it above his head.

Level-One: This get well card is for Leila Farrahi. I've gotten several signatures from active competitors in the APW; wishing a speedy recovery for Leila Farrahi. I've gotten even more from the backstage staff. Hell, even our own President Jeff found it in his heart to sign this card when it was passed around. However, do you all know what signature is missing from this card? Who refused to sign it merely based on the person who took his time to ensure this friendly gesture was more then talk but an actual case for reality? Sally Talfourd. Sally Talfourd refused to sign a get well card for her ''best'' friend. I ask you all here today, what kind of friend would do something like that!?

Level-One disgusted places the get well card back into the bag and once again begins to dig through it. This time he pulls out a bootleg, Pence Weatherlight box set with various promos on each CD. He holds up the box set high above his head showing it off to the crowd.

Level-One: Since Sally Talfourd is a champion that Leila Farrahi can no longer look up to; and my championship reign has been stained with actions similar to hers the only next reasonable person in line for a champion that Leila Farrahi can look up to is Pence Weatherlight. He donated to charity. He signed autographs and t-shirts. These actions can all be seen on his DVD. And while it may not be official, I put it together myself. While Leila Farrahi is recovering, eager to get back into the ring—she can study what it takes to be a great champion, like Pence Weatherlight was. Each CD contains several hours of some of Pence Weatherlights best promos. There's three of them. One for each promo. This should keep Leila Farrahi busy for the next month. I really hope she enjoys it as well as a goodnight sleep.

Level-One smiles lovingly as he places the box set back into the bag and retrieves his biggest present yet. A leg brace. He puts the foot of the brace on the mat and pretends to dance around with it before too lifting it in the air to receive a negative response.

Level-One: With all that has been said I would shocked to hear that Sally Talfourd took the time out of her precious day to see her friend Leila Farrahi in a hospital room. I apologise for all the extra money she'll have to spend on medical insurance. So, I figured I'd cut the costs a bit—by providing her with this leg brace to ensure it heals properly. I'll be sending these gifts to Leila Farrahi after the show tonight.

Level-One stuffs the leg brace back into the bag, picks up the bag and slings it back over his shoulder as he looks straight into the nearest camera lens.

Level-One: As for this rumour going around about Sally Talfourds special guest. I don't know who or what it is; but I do know, it wont be Leila Farrahi. Sally Talfourd doesn't give a shit about Leila Farrahi! As for this special guest itself? You look at Leila Farrahi and you remind yourself that her loyalties will never lie with you. Sally Talfourd, you're a despicable human bein and tonight I officially condemn you for the evil you are!

Level-One slams down the microphone and slips out of the ring, dragging the Santa clause bag behind him up the ramp. He slaps a few fans hands on the way up, as he head back to the commentators table.

Harvey: That was quite the surprise. Level-One condemning Sally Talfourd for how she reacted to the entire situation last week. I'm sure this isn't the best way to smooth things over with Sally Talfourd who is bound take offence to what what said here tonight.

Chase: At this point Sally Talfourd has gotten on both of the bad sides of Level-One! When he's gone crazy, he hates her. When he's calm and collected and in a good mood... he still hates her! I think we're in for a new champion at Christmas Chaos and I can't wait, Harvey!

Overdrive goes to its first commercial

[President Jeff]

Backstage in the locker room, Blade is perched on a chair with Branden Harvey standing over him; their titles are respectively laid on the bench. Branden is clutching a bottle of water in one hand and a towel in the other.

Blade: Hey Branden; we need to talk.

Branden: Sure boss, what can I get for you?

Blade: Ha; well it’s about that. You do realize you put on one hell of a show last week? You have really improved since you started hanging around with CJ and I…

Branden: Don’t be silly; I still got a long way to go.

Blade: Indeed, but it’s about this hovering over us and fetching things when we ask for it; it all started out as a joke, and with the way you have improved; I mean, you’re a champion in your own right, you deserve more. You get the chance to defeat Slade Craven tonight, and I have every faith in you, I know you can do this; you need to start stepping up and controlling the extreme division.

Branden: Huh?

Blade: Exactly; Branden, I am trying to tell you that you don’t need to fetch us drinks, polish our belts, shine our shoes anymore, you are a part of this team just as much as CJ; just as much as myself; just as much as Rico…

Branden: What do you mean?

Blade: I mean that you need to respect yourself, become a part of this future vision of APW. I need a favor tonight; as much as I love CJ to bits, he needs time to relax and prepare for his match with Sally; he’s deserved it. You know how much he wants to triumph on his own; sure the Exchange Rate it phenomenal and we will dominate the tag team division for a long time to come, but a win tonight would see him in the title picture and give him that boost that he deserves…

Branden: Sure, I get what you mean? But how do I need to get your back?

Blade: Tonight I face BDC, and well let me just say I am a little rusty in the ring all by myself, no CJ to watch my back, you got it right? It’s not that I don’t trust BDC to pull anything; it’s just the fact that he’s Welsh, and I never trust the welsh

Branden: Got what?

Blade: My back…

Branden: Sure, anything you need boss…

Blade: [Holds his head in his hands] You haven’t been listening to a word I’ve said have you?

Branden: No. I mean yes. Sure I have boss; I’ve got it.

Blade stares at Branden, knowing that what he has said hasn’t stuck with him. He stands from his chair and takes a long hard look at Branden; Blade pats him on the shoulder as he walks towards the door.

We go to the ring where the competitors for the next match are in there

Paige: The following tag contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, Aaron Drake and Kulev Mahu

They jump on the rope posing for the fans

Paige: And their opponents, Young Mannie and J.R Kingston!

They poses for the fans as Nicky Paige gets out of the ring and the ref calls for the bell to start this match.

Aaron Drake and Kulev Mahu Vs Young Mannie and J.R Kingston

Aaron Drake and J.R Kingston are in the ring to start things off. The two lock up and Drake gets a hammerlock on Kingston. Kingston reverses it and pushes Drake off into the ropes and Drake comes back and takes Kingston down with a shoulder Block. Drake bounces off the ropes and jumps over Kingston. Kingston gets up and hits Drake with a series of knife edge chops, pushing him into the corner. He chops him a few times in the corner before backing up. Just as Drake starts to come out of the corner, Kingston dropkicks him to the mat. Kingston puts Drake in a hammerlock on the ground. Drake gets to his feet with Kingston still on his back and gives Kingston a snapmare. As Kingston gets to his feet, Drake rolls him up.
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Easy kick out by Kingston. Drake grabs Kingston and brings him over to their corner and tags in Kulev Mahu. Mahu comes in, grabs Kingston's arm and twists it. Kingston screams in pain as he does a flip and then a nip up, grabs Mahu’s arm and twists it. Kingston pulls Mahu over to his corner and tags in Young Mannie. Mannie climbs to the top rope and jumps off with a double axe handle smash across the arm of Mahu. Mannie grabs Mahu's arm and twists it, flipping him over. Mannie kicks Mahu then lifts him up and throws him into the ropes. Mannie puts his head down and Mahu jumps over him. Mahu comes back with a cross body, but moves out of the way. Drake comes in and dropkicks Mannie. He pulls Mahu on top of him.
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Kick Out. Mannie quickly gets up and Mahu goes on the attack with forearm shots to the face followed by a Razor's Edge. Mahu follows that by dropping a knee on the face of Mannie. Mahu then gets up and drops an elbow on the face of Mannie. Mahu covers.
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J.R Kingston breaks up the count. Mahu goes over and tags in Aaron Drake. Drake comes in and picks Mannie up and slams him hard to the mat. Drake bounces off the ropes and drops a knee on the face of Mannie. Drake covers.
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Kick Out. Drake gets a rear chin lock on Mannie and Mannie gets to his feet and elbows out of the hold. Mannie runs off the ropes and quickly gets caught with a high knee to the face by Aaron Drake. Drake tags in Kulev Mahu. Mahu comes in and nails three german suplexes. He bridges the third.
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Kick out. Kingston picks Mahu up and throws him to the corner. Kingston walks over and gives him a few kicks before locking in the harlem blues. Mahu is screaming in pain. The ref starts to count. 1....2...3....4....Kingston lets go of the hold before getting disqualified. Kingston picks Mahu up and gives him a paranoia. Kingston follows that up with an elbow to the face of Mahu. Kingston covers.
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Drake kicks Kingston in the back of the head. Kingston tags in Mannie and he goes on the attack, picking Mahu up before coming off the ropes with a rolling koppu kick. Mannie lifts him up again and hits a cradle DDT. Mannie picks Mahu up and throws him into the corner where J.R Kingston is standing. Mannie taunts Drake. Drake tries to get into the ring and the ref stops him. Kingston comes in and hits another paranoia on Manu and Mannie puts the boots to Mahu. Mannie tags in J.R Kingston. Kingston picks Mahu up and chops him. Kingston throws Mahu into the corner, but he reverses it into a wheelbarrel neckbreaker and both guys are down. Drake and Mannie are reaching out for tags as Mahu and Kingston crawl towards their corner. Both guys get to their corner. Mahu tags in Aaron Drake and Kingston tags in Young Mannie. Drake runs in and punches Mannie and he goes down. He's quickly back up. Drake throws Mannie into the ropes and hits him with a big Spine Buster. Kingston runs at Drake and he gets thrown over the top rope. Drake grabs Mannie and sets him up for the Knight's Epighany, but Mannie reverses it into a DDT. Drake gets up and gets taken down with a shotgun dropkick. Mahu from behind, hits Mannie and then throws him into the ropes.

Mannie comes back and Mahu picks him up for the Voodoo Bomb, but Mannie lands on his feet behind Mahu. Drake is to his feet and from behind, Mannie pushes Mahu right into Drake and Drake goes through the ropes and hits the floor. Mannie grabs Mahu and hits him with the D.B.M.
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Winner: Young Mannie and J.R Kingston

Mannie and Kingston celebrate their victory as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

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

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

Sally hugs one of the fans at the corner - a boy with a '<3 Sally Talfourd <3' sign - then starts to climbs the steps. She stands on the apron, looks around at the crowd again, then takes hold of her belt, steps through the ropes and into the ring. She looks around, coyly, then raises her belt for everyone to see. She passes Nicky by, giving her a wink, as she heads for the turnbuckle, climbs up to the second rope, and poses with her belt. The flashes of a thousand cameras go off. Sally jumps down then goes back to the centre of the ring, having a short little talk with Nicky before she hands over her microphone and leaves the ring. Sally is there alone. Well, not alone. There is the small fact of the thousands of fans who have started chanting "Sally! Sally! Sally!" She smiles with a blush, then gestures for everyone to quiet down. Once they have died down to a quiet murmur, Sally brings up the microphone to her mouth, struggling to hide that trademark smile.

[Sally] Hello again ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to yet another OverDrive. This week, we number one-hundred and one: the first in the race for OverDrive two-hundred! I know it's going to be a wild ride, so we might as well start off with a little bit of crazy! Now, you all know what happened last week. Level-One came out here and disgraced the good name of APW. He disgraced the good name of Leila Farrahi. He disgraced whatever was left of his pathetic and contemptible reputation. He showed just why he no doesn't deserve to be the APW Champion. Because he has no respect for you *Sally points out to the fans* he has no respect for me *Sally puts a hand on her chest* and he has no respect for a single person backstage.

Sally gestures back up to the ramp, back to where all the APW talent are no doubt glued to the nearest monitor to see if Sally actually delivers on her promise to break Level-One. She looks up to curtains, to see if he's going to front. But, alas, he does not. She begins to pace around the ring, each step a determined one.

[Sally] I mean, he doesn't even respect his own girlfriend – the woman carrying his own child. I know pregnant women are more emotional that the rest, but what he did last week would make the most hardened and jaded person cry. That's how lacking in respect Level-One is. He doesn't even care what his girlfriend goes through. He couldn't care less about about Patricia. I know that for a fact. Level-One wants to show off his good side? He wants to lie to Patricia? He wants the world to think that he has an iota of good left in him? Well, there's at least one person who knows that Lester Only is no more. Lester Only is dead! Long live Level-One!

The crowd boos. They know that Lester is beyond redemption. Not just after last week. Not just after the week before. But it's been happening for a long time now, the destruction of Lester Only. It's just taken Sally Talfourd to show the fans what a real champion is like. How a real champion treats the company. How a real champion treats the fans. She looks out the the fans, nod approvingly to their reaction. He deserves every boo he gets.

[Sally] That's exactly what I think. Exactly the same. And I respect myself, I respect APW, and I respect you all more to let him go around, doing this sort of stuff. That's why I made my promise to break Level-One. Not physically. Let's face it, he's too tough for that. But there's something I can break. I can break Level-One's mind. That fortress, that impenetrable fortress, that he likes to brag about. Never giving up. Seeing things clearly. Having the resolve and the will and the determination to be the best in the business. It's all kept *Sally taps her temple* up here for him. That's what I have to go after if I want to end this rampage of his. This rampage that has gone on for months and month and months, it comes to an end tonight! Level-One wants to stand on the edge of reason and insanity? Well I'm going to push him off, and we're going to watch this once great man come to a plummeting end as he has to look inside himself to see what he's become. And when he does that” There's no telling how crazy he will go …

The fans are all on edge, waiting for Sally to spill the beans. She looks around with a bit of a smile. The crowd is next to silent, waiting for her big reveal ...

[Sally] But if everyone expects me to reveal my hand just now, I'm sorry but you'll all have to wait. You see, I know Level-One is thinking about what might happen now. And I know how to play mind games. Level-One, you keep thinking. Keep on wondering who it is I have backstage to shake you up. You can go looking, go asking, go searching. I know it's already eating away at you already. Imagine how scattered you'll be come your match? Then how off-the-wall insane when I prove to the world that I have it in me to put you to rest once and for all after I beat CJ Gates. And then, finally, when you've chewed your finger nails to nubs, you've pulled every last hair out of your body, and you've sweated gallons … that's when I'll prove to the world that you're nothing but a disgrace without an ounce of respect for anyone in your life. You'll see, soon enough tonight.

Sally gives a wave to the crowd, who let out a collective, disappointing moan. Waiting? Who would have expected that, and on a TV show of all places! Sally steps through the ropes and out of the ring. She makes a bee-line for the stage, then looks around. When she finds no one, she turns back to the crowd and then shrugs her shoulders. She heads backstage, as we go to a commercial for Christmas Chaos.

[President Jeff]

"Dump the Clip" hits the PA system as Osker Reyes makes his way down to the ring in a hoodie. he looks up at the crowd and continues to make his way forward staying focused.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, OSKER REYES

While reaching the ring he looks down and pauses for a second and takes off his hoodie throwing it into the crowd and sliding under the bottom rope.

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.

Paige: And his opponent, SLADE CRAVEN

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

Slade Craven Vs Osker Reyes


The bell rings and Osker goes after Slade with forearm shots to the face backing him to the corner. He chops Slade then throws him to the opposite corner. Osker runs at Slade and Slade gets an elbow up in Oskers face. Osker runs at him again and Slade moves. Osker hit’s the corner and gets turned over and then chopped. Slade starts shoulder thrusting him in the corner. After about 4 of them, Slade grabs Osker and snap suplexes him into the middle of the ring and goes for a cover
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Harvey: Osker is still looking for his first win here in APW.

Chase: Slade is one of the contenders for the Xtreme Title, he needs a win tonight to prove that he’s deserving of it.

Osker is up and Slade grabs him for a German suplex but Osker blocks it and is able to counter by getting behind Slade and gives Slade a German suplex of his own. With Slade on the mat, Osker stomps on him and then lifts him up and gives him a T-Bone suplex. Osker covers
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Kick Out by Slade

Chase: Osker needs to stay on Slade if he wants to win.

Harvey: Easier said than done Johnny

Osker lifts him up and slams him to the mat. He bounces off the ropes and drops a leg drop across the throat of Slade. He then sits Slade up and kicks him in the spine. Osker helps Slade to his feet and chops him and Slade falls back into the ropes. Osker throws him into the ropes and as Slade comes back, Osker grabs him and gives him a belly to belly suplex. Osker goes over and covers him
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Harvey: Slade is in trouble
Chase: This could be it

Osker signals for his finisher. He lifts Slade to his feet and sets him up to lift him but Slade blocks it. Slade knee’s Osker in the gut a few times and then connects with the Cliq Kick (Super Kick) Both guys are down, but Slade is crawling to the corner. Osker gets up and Slade runs out and connects with a clothesline and then throws him to the corner. Slade runs and gives Osker the Money flip out of the corner. Osker bounces to his feet and Slade kicks him in the gut and drops him with a DDT. The fans cheer as Osker is slowly getting up. Slade is behind him and waiting. Slade goes for the Craven Effect (Reverses Spinning neck breaker) but Osker counters and is able to lift Slade up for a Death Valley Driver, but Slade is able to break free, landing behind Osker. He grabs Osker and drops him with the Craven Effect. Slade covers
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Winner: Slade Craven

Slade celebrates his victory as we go backstage

The scene cuts backstage where we see APW backstage interviewer Hannah Storm standing alongside C.J. Gates.

Storm: I am being joined by one half of the APW Tag Team championship Exchange Rate, C.J. Gates. Thanks for stopping by, C.J.

C.J. Gates: Any time.

Storm: I was just hoping I could get a word with you before your match tonight.

C.J. Gates: Definitely can. What's on your mind?

Storm: Well, a lot of things, but first, about the match. How does it feel to be in the Main Event of Overdrive for two straight weeks?

C.J. Gates: I'm not going to lie, it feels amazing. I may not have won any world titles or even gotten any world title shots in my life, but it still feels great to see that all of my hard work and dedication is being appreciated. That they are seeing enough promise in me to put the show on my shoulders. Of course, it's not just me, but it almost feels like it could be. I might only have a tag team strap right now, but I'm sure that in time, I'll be tangling with the elites around this place.

Storm: You and Blade have been on quite a roll. Any comments on last weeks match?

C.J. Gates: A dream come true might sum it up, but it's not quite right. Because the right time to use that line, is when I stand, victorious, holding the world title up into the air. As for last week, it was just as I had pictured it. A hard fought battle between some of the best that this fed has to offer, that ended with a glorious finish. We backed up our talk last week, and that's all that matters. Not saying that the talk was trash talk, just, we managed to back up what we've been saying for weeks. That we are the future.

Storm: The Red Shield Mafia seem to be fixated on your titles. Any words for them?

C.J. Gates: To be honest, I don't care about them right now. Yes, I know they are going to try and get involved in something tonight, but I have more pressing matters to attend to. But I will say this. Blade and I beat them in our first match as a tag team. Back when we were still feeling each other out, trying to figure out what we each had to offer. What kind of weed are they smoking to make them think that they have ANY chance at beating us after we've put together match after match of successful work.

Storm: Well they do have experience on their side...

C.J. Gates: I'll give them that, but so did the Sports Nutz. And look what Blade and I managed to do to them. Though, it's like I said, I'll worry about them when I have to worry about them. If they appear in my match against Sally, I'll worry about them. But right now, my focus is one hundred percent on Sally Talfourd. One hundred percent on once again stealing the show. Whether that is with a win or just with an excellent performance, it doesn't matter. I know that Sally might have reservations about how I will fare as a singles wrestler, much like everyone is saying about Blade. But they all forget to realize that we both started as singles wrestlers. We didn't just start as a tag team. I've put up wins against John Green and Chris Cyrus, two long-time members of this place. And that isn't even counting my wins before coming here.

Storm: So you're pretty confident going into your match tonight?

C.J. Gates: I'm confident that I will perform well, if that's what you mean. I'm not preaching that I am going to leave with a win over our world champion, but if I come up short in that hunt, than I will surely have opened some eyes. I will have put my stamp on the upper echelon of fighters in APW. I'm confident that I can prove those that see me as nothing more than a flash in the pan or weak link wrong. Like I've said, I respect Sally. I think that what she has done here in APW is a great achievement. Level One is no pushover, and she seems to have his number. So the match isn't fueled by hate or loathing, but by the competition. The competition that I am confident I can match punch for punch, kick for kick, moonsault for moonsault.

Storm: So what kind of match can we expect tonight?

C.J. Gates: You can expect a match filled with some high octane action. A fast paced match of exchanges and aerial assaults. I will admit I'm not the biggest guy around, not like my buddy Rico, but I use what I have, and that is my speed and agility, as well as my in ring savvy. All things which Sally can match shot for shot, I'm sure of that. You will also see some intense resiliency on my part, because I won't be going down without some sort of fight. I won't be going down until I've milked every ounce of energy out of my body. Until I am exhausted and unable to breath. And even when I hit that point, I will still try my best to keep the match going, and giving myself more and more opportunities to win.

Storm: Thanks for your time tonight, C.J. Any last words for Sally?

C.J. Gates: I wish her good luck. It is an honor to fight her again.

We then cut back to ringside



“Spaceman” hits the speakers as the arena lights fade to a dim blue, and blue laser lights shoot from the stage. Metallic blue confetti falls from the ceiling as white strobe lights flash about the arena. Biggs makes his entrance to a chorus of boos, and has a dance in his step as he heads down to the ring.

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

Harvey: What a coward! What a louse! The way he attacked Pence Weatherlight last week, costing Pence the Overdrive Championship, well, it's nothing short of shameful!

Chase: In his mind, he was protecting the Overdrive Championship from Pence. Considering how Pence dropped the Overdrive Championship the last time he held it, Biggs should be applauded as a hero!

Biggs soaks in the boos of the audience as he mocks the fans by the entrance ramp. Once he reaches the ring, he hops up onto the apron and then slingshots himself into the ring over the top rope. He then makes his way to the center of the ring, where he raises his arms up, extending his index fingers out to show that he's #1! As he does so, blue fireworks shoot out of the turnbuckles, and the lights come back to normal. Biggs snatches the mic from Nicky Paige. He waits for some of the boos to die down a bit before beginning to speak with a giant smirk across his face.

Biggs: Now I'm sure that a great majority of you are fairly upset that I cost your precious Pence Weatherlight the Overdrive Championship last week, in fact, I'm certain of it. All I've heard this week is whining and crying from the masses, asking me why did I cost Pence the Overdrive Championship. Well, for those of you who don't watch my webshow, First Contact, allow me to explain. The simple fact of the matter is that Pence Weatherlight is unworthy of holding the Overdrive Championship! For those of you who don't remember his last run as Overdrive Champion, he unceremoniously dropped the belt following a near loss to Victor Hades, faking an injury so he wouldn't have to actually lose the belt to Hades! He didn't have the decency to be a man about and defend his title, he just vacated it so he could take a shot at Level-One's World Heavyweight Championship. And while now he'll try to use his double-speak to try and justify it by saying that Level-One needed to lose the APW Heavyweight Championship, the fact of the matter is that Pence himself should have lost the Overdrive Championship.

The fans let out loud boos at this point.

Biggs: Now I know it's hard for some of you to understand the difference of losing the belt and giving it up. In either circumstance, the previous holder of the belt has it no more. But the fact is that Pence was not man enough to defend the Overdrive Championship, and was not man enough to lose it. We all saw when he tried to pull the same crap again with the Heavyweight Championship, but as the General Manager at the time, I held him accountable, forcing him to defend the belt. And I continue to hold him accountable to this day! You see, this issue between Pence and myself is about more than the Overdrive Title, its about more than what belts he's had or what belts I've had. What it's really about is exposing Pence Weatherlight to be the miserable human being that he truly is! I know that all of you fans here are in denial about this fact, but if you look at the evidence objectively, there's no other conclusion you can come to other than that Pence Weatherlight is a self-centered jerk!

This draws even more boos from the fans. Biggs takes off his shades at this point, revealing a serious look on his face.

Harvey: Speak for yourself!

Biggs: The simple fact is that Pence Weatherlight will do whatever he has to or say whatever he needs to in order to try and present himself in a positive light! He'll flip-flop and contradict himself again and again, just so he doesn't seem like a bad guy. Just this week, he said that he's not mad at me for forcing him to defend the APW Heavyweight Championship against Level-One and Bryan Payne last spring, but when he first made his return to APW this past fall, he said he wanted to make me pay for my actions! I don't know about you, but to me, that hardly sounds like a man who is okay with what I did to him. Example number two is his new alliance with Mark Mania. So far the only thing that this pairing has accomplished is having Mark chase me off after my attack on Pence last week. Who benefits from that more, Pence or Mark? The answer, of course, is Pence. But then again, that's just Pence Weatherlight for you, a man who will use others for his own personal gain. He did the same thing with Madok back when he was pulling the Masked Man shenanigans, attacking his best friend to throw suspicion away from himself, and he does it with you fans each and every week! He relies on you fans to feed his ego, to make him feel good about himself, good about the kind of man he is. Because without your cheers, without your adoration, he realizes how much of a scumbag he really is. Each and everyone of you enable Pence to live his lie, to tell himself that he's a good man. My goal, quite simply, is to help all of you realize that Pence is not worth cheering. And when you stop cheering for him, he'll have to admit to himself who he really is. He'll have to look at himself in the mirror, look himself in the eyes, and for the very first time, be honest with himself about who he is. The reality is that I am trying to help Pence here. I'm trying to help all of you. But all I can do is offer my help, it's up to all of you and Pence to be willing to receive it...

Biggs lowers the mic, and “Spaceman” begins to play again as the announce team speaks.

Harvey: Sometimes I wonder about the sick mind of that man in the ring right now...

Chase: Biggs is hardly sick. It's Pence that's sick, that's why Biggs is trying to help him!

Harvey: You keep telling yourself that, Johnny. Well folks, we'll see Biggs team up with The Number to take on Pence Weatherlight and Mark Mania after the break!

APW Overdrive goes to a commercial break.

[President Jeff]

Paige: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Seattle Washington...BIGGS

The crowd boo's him as Slowly walking out to his theme of Beethoven’s Seventh Symphony, 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: And his partner, he is the APW Overdrive Champion..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—even if his opponent is already in the ring—until that bell rings, when he snaps into attention and focuses on his foe.

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

Paige: And their opponents, Introducing first, weighing in at 235 pounds…MARK MANIA

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

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: And his partner, weighing in at 250 pounds. 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 opponents.

Tag Team Match
Biggs & The Number Vs Pence Weather light & Mark Mania


The bell rings and Biggs and Number are right onto the attack. Number opens with vicious punch, and kick combos on Mania, as Biggs plants Weatherlight with a DDT followed by ultimate knee strikes to the head. Number takes Mania out of the ring with a Clothesline, but tumbles over the top rope with him. Biggs helps Weatherlight to his feet, and goes for an irish whip, but Weatherlight reverses into an irish whip of his own. Biggs goes running, and bounces off the ropes into a Samoan Drop that takes him to the mat, while his partner pounds away at Mania on the outside.

Harvey: Its going to be interesting to see how these two teams work together as it’s the first time they’ve team up

Chase: I know that Mark and Pence are in for a beating tonight

Biggs rolled out of the ring, Number slid in, and Weatherlight turned to get hit with a dropkick to the face. Biggs and Mania make it to their opposed corners, restoring a sort of order to the chaos. Number continued with two rapid Elbow Drops to the back of his opponent’s head. He ran to bounce of the ropes, but picked the wrong side of the ring, and got swatted with a forearm in the back of the head by Mania. Number stops dead, and turns only to receive a Guillotine on the top rope. The Number lied on the mat choking as Weatherlight got to his feet. Weatherlight walked over to The Number and grabbed him as he tagged in Mark Mania.

Harvey: Mania Light is in complete control right now

Chase: Not for long, I can feel it

Mark Mania enters the ring with a few kicks to the Number’s ribs, and takes him from Weatherlight. He whips him into the ropes and catches him in a sleeper hold. It isn't long before The Number is ready to pass out.

Harvey: It could be over right here.

Summoning all his strength, The Number brings his leg up, hitting Mark Mania with a shot to the gut. Mania lets go and the Number hits another punch to the gut. He takes him to an empty corner and slams his head into the turnbuckle a few times,. Mania stumbles back, grabbing his face as The Number bounces off the ropes and hits him with a big boot.

Chase: See, told you that Mania Light won’t be in control for long

Mania gets to his hands, and knees but The Number returned with a Kick to the ribs that echoed across the arena. Mania gets up and The Number hits him with three European Uppercuts, sending him back down. Number helped Mania to his feet and hits him with another Big Boot that sends Mania to the mat yet again. Number got on top of Mark and threw a few punches into Mania’s face. Number helped Mania up again. He threw another punch. Mania blocks it and throws a punch of his own. And another. And another. Mania hits a DDT. Mark Mania now helps The Number to his feet, and sets for the Mania Madness. Biggs suddenly flies in with a Flying Crossbody on Mark Mania, and The Number picks him up into a Neckbreaker. Weatherlight hits Biggs with a Spear that takes him to the corner. Number and Mania roll out of the ring. Weatherlight threw three strong shoulders into Biggs' midsection. He whipped him hard into the opposing corner, and she bounced off with a loud thud, right into a Clothesline that might as well of taken his head off. Weatherlight covers.
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Chase: Was there even a tag? I think Pence is cheating.

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Chase: Close but no cigar for the cheaters

Weatherlight makes the tag, and Mark Mania enters the ring. He lifts Biggs to his feet and goes for a Fisherman's Suplex, but Biggs reverses it into a Fisherman's Suplex of his own. Biggs covers.
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Mark Mania grabs Biggs and applies a Sleeper Hold. He Headbutts Biggs twice while holding on to the Sleeper. He lets go at the second headbutt, letting Biggs fall to the mat. Mania drops an elbow to the face of Biggs. Pence gets into the ring and goes after Biggs.. The Number comes in and charges right for Pence and hits a MONSTROUS Spear, knocking Pence and himself out of the ring. Biggs runs for the ropes, and springboards off the top and hits a Moonsault. He allows Mark to get up. He hits the Crashing back to Earth. He covers.
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Winner: Biggs and The Number

Biggs and The Number celebrate the victory and the camera zuts backstage

Shane West is seen standing outside of APW Hall of Famer BDC's personal dressing room. The camera crew are ready, and Shane West knocks the door.

Shane West: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm about to attempt to get the first official interview with BDC since he resigned to the APW roster!

He knocks again, and eventually, BDC opens the door. He's wearing black leather trousers, a “Retribution Inc.” red t-shirt, and a bandana that has the emblem of the Welsh national flag, that being the red dragon.

BDC: Well, it's been a while since I've had anyone trying to get an interview with me . . . I'll tell you what kid, normally I'd grab the reporter by the throat and throttle him until he passed out, but I'm kind of in a good mood tonight, so I'll allow you to talk.

Shane West: Wow, really? Well BDC, it's an honour to . . .

BDC cuts him off.

BDC: You know what, I think it would be a lot easier if you just gave me the mic and let me talk. That way, you don't wind me up, and I don't have to fill out paper work as to why I put another member of staff in the hospital.

BDC grabs the mic, and Shane West goes to stand by the camera man.

BDC: Tonight I continue my resurrection, and put an end to the cancer that is known as Blade. The tool is one half of the APW Tag Team Champions. Some people would say that's an impressive feat, but in all honesty, that's just like being the bronze medal winner in the egg and spoon race at primary school. Blade is a fucking joke, and tonight he gets added to the casualty list . . . you're welcome!

Now, straight after my match, Derek Wellings faces Level One.

The new guy against the veteran.

During his most recent promo, Wellings asked me for my help. He put himself out there, and practically BEGGED me to get involved in his match! Level One, on the other hand, decided to belittle me, and spit in the face of the legacy that I have paved for myself over the years.

Decisions, decisions, decisions . . .

On the one hand, I could help Wellings beat the living shit out of Level One, and shut his mouth permanently. For all of his bravado, Lester knows deep down that if I DID choose to help Wellings out, Lester would be out of action for a good three months. I may be an old man now, but that just means I've had a hell of a lot of practice in hurting people. The years have been kind to me in that respect.

I could, on the other hand, beat the shit out of Wellings instead. The guy keeps banging on about how he beat me two weeks ago, but facts are facts! He pinned the other guy, not me. I am still undefeated, and I'm pissed off with him stating other wise. There's also the fact that his face just bugs me, and I want to bust it open with a hammer.

I also have the option of just storming to the ring with a bat, and beat the shit out of both of them, just for shits and giggles. I have to admit that this sounds really appealing, but that kind of spoils the fun of messing with their heads . . .

Hell, maybe I'll just ignore them both and go home to make love to my beautiful wife after my match.

He pauses for a few seconds, then walks straight up to the camera.

BDC: You know what, fuck all of you. Blade, get ready for a beat down kid. I kind of feel sorry for you, because with you, it's business, pure and simple, and you're just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Wellings, you'll get what's coming to you, and that's a promise. No one . . . NO ONE, DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME . . . gets to ask me to do anything. If I DO get involved in your match tonight, it's not because you asked me to, it's because the end result will benefit me in some way, understand?

Level One . . . Kid, you are one person here that really should know better than to piss me off. Yes, back in the day, I was the man, and yes, I'm not quite back at that stage yet. Thing is though, momentum is on my side again. Man, I'm feeling the hunger that used to run through my veins again, and you know what, it feels fucking good! When we meet in the ring, and trust me, it's going to happen sooner rather than later, I'm going to pull out all of the stops, and I'm going to show you just how good I really am, and just how far behind me you really are, and that's a promise.

He storms back into his changing room, and slams the door behind him. The camera stays on the door, as Overdrive cuts to commercials.

[President Jeff]

Backstage Cindy Shannon is standing by getting ready for next backstage interview. However, this is cut short as she's approached from behind from a now familiar face. Cindy Shannon is startled at first but can't help but blush as she rolls her eyes.

Cindy Shannon: What do you want?

It's Jason Blackburn. He grabs Cindy Shannon on her shoulder and drags her away from the set pulling her aside. Jason Blackburn looks down both sides of the halls to make sure it's clear before he reaches into his jacket pocket pulling out a wad of cash. Cindy Shannon looks at the money as he dangles it in-front of her face.

Jason Blackburn: This can all be yours if you help me out, tonight.

Cindy Shannon: I don't think I can take bribes...

Jason Blackburn: Hunny, I work with the APW. I'm contracted just like you are. I know you aren't making much here so what do you have to lose? All I need you is to come with me to President Jeff's office and you know... distract him a little.

Jason Blackburn shoves the wad of cash in his jacket pocket as he runs his finger down the collar of Cindy Shannon's blouse.

Jason Blackburn: And let me tell you that isn't going to be a hard thing to do, fine thang! Now look, if we do get caught, I'll take the heat. All one hundred percent of it. As far as I'm concerned? You had nothing to do with this.

Cindy Shannon: Promise?

Jason Blackburn face tenses up as he holds up his pinky finger. Cindy Shannon smiles as they pinky swear on it.

Cindy Shannon: Now why exactly are we doing this?

Jason Blackburn: Come on, Cindy. Everyone and their mother knows that Sally Talfourd has a very special guest. Level-One is trying to find out who it is and me being his manger, I am here to help him. Now if anyone at all knows the little secret; it would have to be our very own President of the APW, right?

Cindy Shannon: Yeah, I guess that makes sense.

Jason Blackburn signals for Cindy Shannon to follow behind him as he approaches a long hall way towards President Jeff's office at the end of the hall.

Jason Blackburn: Now what we're going to do is this. You're going to knock on the door enter and enter his office. You need to distract him so I can sneak on in and grab his lap top computer without him noticing. This should have all the details we need to find who the special guest is before anyone else does.

Cindy Shannon: You better hope this works. My job is on the line here!

Cindy Shannon closes her eyes and takes a deep breath as she knocks on the door twice. President Jeff responds with a loud ''come on in''. Cindy Shannon pushes the door open as Jason Blackburn crouches down low peeking to keep tabs on the encounter. President Jeff is seated in his chair as he leans forward and greets Cindy Shannon with a friendly smile.

President Jeff: Anything I can help you with, Cindy?

Cindy Shannon: Yes, um, yes there is. As of late, I feel as if I am not doing a good enough job interviewing the superstars of action packed wrestling. I'm starting to think that the guys around here see me less then a professional hard working women and more like eye candy...

President Jeff sighs as he stands up off his chair and begins to walk around his desk picking up an apple on the edge of his table top.

President Jeff: Listen, don't let Level-One get to you, alright?

Cindy Shannon conveniently stretches as a button on her shirt pops out. President Jeff realizes this as Cindy Shannon giggles along shouting, oops.

Cindy Shannon: It's not just Level-One, Jeff...

President Jeff takes a bite of his apple and looks away, giving Cindy Shannon time to fix her cleavage but she makes no attempt too. Jason Blackburn has now begun his way into President Jeff's office crawling on all fours.

Cindy Shannon: Do you think I look pretty Jeff?

President Jeff looks at Cindy as if she was out of her mind as he shrugs his shoulders. Cindy Shannon leans in closer.

Cindy Shannon: Want to fix that for me?

President Jeff sighs awkwardly, as he helps Cindy Shannon out by buttoning up her blouse and patting her on her back. Meanwhile, Jason Blackburn has made his way around President Jeff's desk and has grabbed his lap top computer.

President Jeff: You know, Cindy. I get the feeling that you're coming onto me. I'm sorry but we really have to keep things professional around here; I have a business to run. I really do hope you understand...

Jason Blackburn slowly sneaks out of President Jeffs office with his lap top in hand. He's alerted having thought he saw something for a few seconds but turns his attention back to a slighted Cindy Shannon.

Cindy Shannon: Ew, Jeff. I just asking you for a favour as a friend. I'll never date a co-worker, ugh...

Cindy Shannon turns around walks out of President Jeffs office shutting the door behind her. President Jeff scratches his head and merely takes a seat at his desk whispering underneath his breath.

President Jeff: What in the world is going on around here?

Outside President Jeff's office, Cindy Shannon is eager to get to the bottom of who could possibly be the mystery guess accompanying Sally Talfourd in the arena. Jason Blackburn fiddles around with the lap top and quickly comes to his conclusion.

Cindy Shannon: Who is it?

Jason Blackburn slams the lap top shut and paces back and forth in front of Cindy Shannon who waits for a response in anticipation. He stops, leans in and whispers in her ear. Cindy Shannon recoils from what she hears as she looks on confused.

Cindy Shannon: Sally Talfourds special guest is Derek Wellings? That doesn't make any sense, he's scheduled to wrestle Level-One later on in the night!

Jason Blackburn: Exactly. Which means you have to go warn Level-One about this, immediately.

Cindy Shannon: What about the money?

Jason Blackburn smiles and giggles mechanically.

Jason Blackburn: You'll get that after you tell Level-One that the man he's facing tonight is also working with Sally Talfourd to plot against him. Got it?

Cindy Shannon shakes her head back and forth as she storms off down the hall. Jason Blackburn looks behind him and realizes he's still in-front of President Jeff's door. He takes off running the opposite direction and dives behind the closest corner. His instincts prove to ring true, as President Jeff opens up the door seconds later screaming the down the hallway at the top of his lungs.

President Jeff: Where the hell is my laptop!?

We head back to ringside.

"Rise to it" by Kiss begins to play over the PA system; the crowd are starting to go a bit nuts as they know what is coming. The lights are beginning to flicker on and off as Blade bursts out from behind the curtains and onto the ramp.

Paige: Welcoming to the ring; one half of the APW tag team champions; standing at 6’4” and weighing 235lbs, from Manchester England… BLADE!!!

Steadily strutting towards the ring he catches the attention of some girls in the crowd; he gives them a wink before hoisting himself upon to the ring. Shaking the referees hand his throws his arms up in the air taking a loud cheer with him as he does. Rolling in under the bottom rope, he takes the title froma round his waist and hands it to the referee, throwing his arms in the air he steadies himself and waits for his opponent.

White neon lights flicker throughout the arena and "Cochise" by the Audioslave blasts from the arena's PA system. The crowd boos loudly as the man, the myth, the legend BDC walks from behind the curtain and stands at the top of the ramp. The APW - Tron shows the Welsh National Flag, and red, white and limegreen pyro shoot high into the air and he then heads toward the ring.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 310 pounds, from Wales, UK, he is The Man, The Myth, The Legend, BDC!

]Harvey: The fans are none too happy to BDC Once more.

Chase: I don’t expect this to last long anyway, Blade doesn’t stand a chance

He climbs over the top rope and proceeds to climb each turnbuckle one at a time, raising his right arm in the air. He then jumps up and down a little in the center of the ring and crouches a little, hands on his knees.

Chris ‘BDC’ Defoe vs Blade

]Chase: Blade’s a big boy, but he’s certainly the smaller man in this match up; BDC is a beast.

Harvey: Most definitely; but its Blade’s first outing by himself for a while, let’s see what he can bring to the ring.

Blade and BDC meet in the middle of the ring and their eyes lock instantly. Blade tries to make himself bigger and bumps chest with BDC, but is met by an evil grin. Stepping back Blade offers his arm in the air ushering for a test of strength, BDC acknowledges this and locks his hand into Blade’s. They both lock up their other hands and lean into each other with BDC clearly getting the early advantage. Blade is starting to go weak at the knees as the crowd tries to get behind him; BDC steps back and connects with a big boot to the abdomen of Blade knocking him to his knees and releasing one hand. Pulling Blade back to his feet, BDC whips Blade into the ropes; bouncing back BDC knocks Blade to the canvas with a big boot to the face.

Chase: He’s just using Blade as his toy at the moment.

BDC throws his arms into the air as the crowd starts to get restless and boo him. Reaching down he grabs at Blade’s hair and pulls him back to his feet, looking round, he whips him into the far turnbuckle, Blade’s head bouncing back nearly knocking him out. BDC slowly makes his way over and holds Blade up by his head as he begins to unload a series of punches to Blade’s temple.

Harvey: The crowd doesn’t like this; they seriously have some hate for BDC.

Chase: Well it’s about time someone showed Blade who was the boss, If I must say I am kind of fed up hearing about his t-shirt business every week.

BDC has blade pinned into the corner and using his momentum whips him across the ring into the other turnbuckle, Blade bounces back this time holding his back as he bounces back onto the canvas. BDC makes his way over to Blade one more time, reaching down he tries to pull Blade back to his feet, but Blade wraps his arms around BDC’s legs refusing to stand up. BDC begins to use his feet to stomp a hole into Blade to quickly releases his grip.

Harvey: Blade is going to get up off the floor and start using some of his speed if he even wants to have a chance of winning this match

Chase: Or he can just give up now and accept the loss.

BDC is smiling at the crowd now as he reaches down pulling Blade to his feet and back to the center of the ring. He goes to whip Blade hard into the corner yet again; this time Blade manages to lock his leg around BDC’s and stops the whip; freeing his arm he gets a couple of kidney shots on BDC slightly hurting him for the moment. Blade launches himself into the ropes bouncing back with a hard shoulder barely rocking BDC. Looking over his shoulder he bounces back and lands another shoulder block on BDC

Harvey: That is one solid rock in the ring.

For a 3rd time Blade uses the ropes again; BDC steadies himself and raises his leg in the air trying to catch Blade with another big boot; Blade ducks it and using his momentum, bounces back and connects with a dropkick knocking BDC to the canvas for the first time. Blade quickly drops to the floor and smothers BDC unloading a series of right and lefts into the torso of BDC. He jumps to his feet steadying himself of the ropes, throwing his arms into the air; the crowd begins to cheer loudly.

Chase: Don’t give him any time Blade; BDC won’t stay down for anyone

BDC slowly begins to get to his feet; Blade comes charging at him knocking him flat on his back after connecting with a running knee lift. Leaving the ring, Blade makes his way to the top turnbuckle and launches himself through the air, BDC sees this coming and rolls out of the way and Blade connects with a leg drop to the canvas.

Chase: Nothing but air…

Harvey: Here comes BDC; wow he really is treating Blade like a rag doll here, he won’t have any hair left after this.

BDC has Blade in the center of the ring and begins to spin him round using the hair on his head; Blades feet slightly leave the ground as BDC releases sending blade bouncing across the ring into the ropes. BDC pulls him slightly to one side and sets a foot on Blade’s chest; the referee drops and begins to count…

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Harvey: Wait Blade has his foot on the ropes

Chase: Lucky Boy. Wales is certainly winning the battle of Britain here.

BDC looks unhappy, but knows that something like that won’t keep Blade down. Blade is using the ropes to get back to his feet. BDC capitalizes and grabs Blade in a headlock, centering the two as he does. Using his size advantage he drops Blade with a double arm DDT ramming his faced hard into the canvas.

Chase: No matter what blade does, he is spending most of his time on the floor

Harvey: Give him a chance…

Blade is dragged back to his feet once more as BDC is controlling the match. Halfheartedly Blade uses some strength to unload a few strikes into BDC’s abdomen with no effect; BDC just shrugs them off and lands a huge elbow to the forehead. Throwing Blade across the ring, BDC hoists him into the air and brings Blade crashing down with the fallout, covering as he lands on the canvas.

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Harvey: KICKOUT!!

Chase: Only just, Blade is out for the count on this one.

BDC slaps his arms on the canvas out of frustration; getting back to his feet he once again stomps Blade into the canvas. Pulling Blade to his feet, BDC whips him hard into the corner; Blade slams his head hard on the top turnbuckle and staggers back into the center of the ring.

Chase: It’s all over now, that’s the Light’s out!! Blade’s lights are going out!!

Blade begins to struggle hard trying to break the submission hold, but BDC is proving too strong to him. His flailing legs try to hook the ropes but BDC just hoists him backwards; strengthening the hold he drops down to one knee and drives the other deep into the back of Blade. The referee yelling at Blade and the pressure is too much; Blade is tapping out on his shoulder.

Chase: Its all over!! Wales trumps England this time round.

Harvey: There is always next time.

Winner: Chris ‘BDC’ Defoe via Submission

Harvey: A much needed win for BDC here tonight. BDC is slowly getting back into his old form.

Chase: A win over a champion is always good.

BDC celebrates his victory as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Sally Talfourd is seen in her locker room, preparing for her match against C.J. Gates a little bit later in the night. As she stretches a bit, there's a knock at the door.

Sally: Come in!

The door opens, and Biggs steps into the room. He has kind of a shy look on his face, and appears to be slightly uncomfortable with being in Sally's locker room.

Sally: Oh Biggs! It's so nice to see you! What brings you over to my neck of the woods?

Biggs blushes a bit, and doesn't make eye contact with Sally, looking at his feet as he sort of mumbles a bit.

Biggs: Well, Sally, I wanted to come and say thank you for being so kind to me as of late, considering all the emotional trauma I've been through with Ellie leaving me for Cyrus. And considering that Ellie and Cyrus are no longer in APW, I thought that maybe I might be able to move on from that...

Sally: Are you asking me out on a date?!

Sally's face lights up as she asks Biggs this question. Biggs blushes even more, and is a taken back a bit by Sally's forwardness.

Biggs: Well, not exactly. I was just w-w-wondering if you would like to go out, just as friends. I don't think I'm quite ready to commit to another relationship, but I would very much like to get to know you better. So, what do you say?

Biggs squirms around nervously as he awaits Sally's reply. She has a flirty grin on her face as she responds.

Sally: I'd be delighted to!

Biggs: Oh cool! So like maybe after the show, we could go hang out somewhere?

Sally: Sure thing!

Biggs is still blushing as he begins to head back to the exit.

Biggs: Cool! So it's a date... erm, but not really... I'm going to go now! Good luck in your match tonight!

Biggs quickly bolts out the door, visibly embarrassed. Sally is laughing to herself as APW switches to ringside for the next match

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!



Derek Wellings walks out to the ring. He shrugs his arms a few times, high fives a few fans. As he nears the ring he sprints towards the ring and slides in the ring like Edge. He gets to his feet in two quick movements, walking over to a turnbuckle he stands on the middle rope with one foot on the top.

Paige: Already in the ring, weighing in at 270 pounds, from Detroit, Michigan, “The Airborne Ranger” Derek Wellings!

Harvey: Derek Wellings is making quite a name for himself in APW already, but tonight is his biggest test yet as he goes one on one with the #1 Contender for the APW Heavyweight Championship!

Chase: Wellings will certainly have his hands full with Level-One tonight!

He raises his right arm up and stares at the crowd. He jumps off the top, walks to another and gets on the second rope. He places his foot on the top again and raises his arm to the cheer of the crowd.

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

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 273 pounds, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, Level-One!

Chase: These two bulls are going to clash tonight, and it will be awesome!

Harvey: That it shall be! Both of these men sport large frames and extremely athletic styles! I can't wait for this match to start!

Level-One slowly begins to walk down the ramp, being booed loudly by the crowd. Level-One stops before eying down a fan, mocking the fan in the process. Level-One turns, and climbs up onto the apron. He climbs up turn-buckle, lifting his arms in the air once more. Level-One hops down, and awaits for the fight in-front of him. The ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Level-One vs. Derek Wellings

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The two men collide in the middle of the ring, tying up, each man trying to gain the advantage! Level-One pushes Wellings back a bit before Welling pushes back, forcing Level-One back a bit! The two men continue to push back and forth, neither man getting an advantage until Level-One takes a cheap shot, stomping Welling's knee! The fans boo as Level-One uses this advantage to get behind Wellings and deliver a German Suplex! Level-One keeps his hands locked, and pulls Wellings back up, giving him another German Suplex! He gives Wellings a couple of quick stomps before backing up to the ropes and waiting for Wellings to start to make his way to his feet. Level-One rushes in and nails him in the side of the head with a Running Big Boot! The force of the boot spins Wellings around as he falls to the mat face first! Level-One then looks to apply a Tri-Angle Choke, but Wellings powers his way out! Both men reach their feet at the same time, and Level-One throws a punch, which Wellings blocks! The Airborne Ranger then gives Level-One a punch to the face, followed by another, and another, and another, and finally a huge hay maker that sends Level-One staggering backwards! Wellings runs to the ropes behind him and catches Level-One with a Running Shoulder Tackle, taking Level-One off of his feet! The fans leap to their feet, cheering for Wellings at the top of their lungs as he shoots the Half Nelson on the mat, turning Level-One onto his belly. Wellings then mounts his back and delivers a series of punches to the back of the #1 Contender's head until Level-One gets his hands up to defend himself! Wellings uses this opportunity to lock on a Full Nelson, and pulls Level-One up to a standing position before driving him right back into the mat with a Full Nelson Slam! The fans are deafening as Wellings goes for a cover, 1
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Harvey: What an impressive show of strength there for Wellings, pulling Level-One up with that Full Nelson!

Chase: I can't remember the last time we've seen anybody match up to Level-One on this physical of a level!

Wellings stays on the attack, pulling Level-One up by the head and giving him some clubbing blows to the back before pulling him in position for a Powerbomb! As Wellings goes to slam Level-One down, Level-One counters with a Hurricarana! He has Wellings' leg hooked, 1
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Chase: Did we just see Level-One pull out a Hurricarana!? That's unbelievable!

Harvey: Level-One is an extremely athletic competitor, and considering his size, it's all the more impressive!

At this point, Level-One is pissed, and mounts Wellings, pummeling him in the face a few times before stepping off and pulling him up to his feet. He gives Wellings a few Forearm Shivers to the face before whipping Wellings into the corner! Level-One nails him with a Clothesline in the corner, and follows up by sitting Wellings up onto the top rope! Level-One then climbs up himself, looking for a Superplex, which he nails! He goes for another cover on Wellings, 1
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Harvey: Level-One is targeting the back of Wellings, it looks like!

Level-One tries to sit back in the small of Wellings' back, but Wellings musters all of his strength, pushing up with his arms and crawling to the ropes, making a desperate, successful lunge to get a hand on the bottom rope! The ref begins the five count, and Level-One releases the hold on four, narrowly avoiding the disqualification! The ref has a few words for Level-One, who ignores him while pulling Wellings back to a vertical base. Level-One grabs a hold of Wellings face and snaps behind him, delivering an Orton Backbreaker, continuing his focus on Wellings' back! He goes for another Boston Crab, but Wellings has the strength just kick Level-One off! Wellings explodes up to his feet, and nails Level-One with a hard Clothesline that knocks the #1 Contender back into the ropes! Wellings gives him a couple of Knife Edge Chops to the chest, eliciting loud “Wooooo!”s from the crowd, before whipping Level-One towards the opposite ropes and catching him with an Overhead Release Belly to Belly Suplex! He pulls Level-One right back up and delivers a Scoop Slam, before perching up on the top rope, signaling for Level-One to get up. Level-One is a bit slow to respond, but as he comes to his feet, Wellings' leaps off and nails a Crossbody! However, Level-One rolls through, and has Wellings' legs hooked, 1
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Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Level-One!

Harvey: Gosh darnit! Level-One uses his craftiness to pick up the victory here tonight!

Chase: Level-One shows why he's a multiple time APW Heavyweight Champion, winning the match unexpectedly like that!

Harvey: You can't take anything away from Wellings' performance, though, he just got caught by one of the best!

The crowd is booing at the top of their lungs as Wellings kicks out just a millisecond too late! Level-One gets to his feet quickly, allowing the ref to raises his arm as Wellings just sits there, shaking his head in disgust. Level-One looks to take a cheap shot, running in and targeting the side of Wellings' head with a Running Boot! Wellings sees it coming, and rolls out of the way to his feet, and as Level-One puts on the breaks, Wellings Clotheslines him over the top rope, much to the delight of the fans! Wellings has no time to celebrate, though, as BDC comes from out of nowhere, knocking him in the back of the head with a Big Boot! He then peels Wellings off the mat, and hoists him up, driving him back into the mat with The Blackout! The fans are booing at the top of their lungs while BDC stands triumphantly in the ring over the downed Wellings! Level-One has the familiar scowl across his face as he begins to head back up the ramp.

Harvey: What a heinous attack by BDC here tonight on Wellings!

Chase: BDC is still upset that Wellings ruined his comeback match!

Harvey: Wellings won that match fair and square! There's no reason for BDC to take this kind of action against Wellings here tonight!

APW cuts to commercial with with BDC still standing tall in the ring, glaring down at Wellings.

[President Jeff]

The lights flicker and go dark for a few seconds. Then...

BOOM!

Pyro explodes, illuminating the arena, as "Can't Stop" By PreThing plays loudly.

Paige: Introducing first! From New York, weighing in at 164 pounds, he is "Hot Stuff" CID PHOENIX

Chase: Here he comes! He's cocky, He's arrogant, and tonight he looks to beat his opponent!

Harvey: I think he's got some real potential, Chase! I mean last week he took out Branden in a backstage melee!

Chase: By accident, Harv...

Harvey: Says you... Me? I saw what I saw!

Cid Phoenix comes out dressed in a vest & long black shorts with flames designed on each of them. He runs a hand across his short hair as he makes his way to the ring.

Harvey: I'll say this much, Chase - The challenger looks very focused here tonight! New duds, got rid of the facepaint... But waitaminute! Where's Liz??

Chase: Well, Perhaps there is some truth to the rumors that Cid and Liz have gone on the outs with one another and gone their separate ways...

Harvey: Well, the way I hear it is that Cid told her to hit the bricks, and she went running right into the arms of Diamante Valentine!

Chase: Oh, c'mon...Harv! That's rumors!

Paige: And his opponent! From Sacramento, CA Weighing in at 140 pounds He is the APW Xtreme Champion. BRANDEN HARVEY

Inside the ring, Cid Phoenix paces anxiously awaiting his opponent. Suddenly, "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. Branden makes his way down the aisle and into the ring, where he locks eyes with Cid.

Non Title Xtreme Rules
Branden Harvey Vs Cid Phoenix


Branden and Cid circle each other in the ring, before locking up in a collar and elbow tie-up. Branden gets Cid in a tight headlock. Cid tries to fight out of it, to no avail, so maneuvering himself over by the ropes he manages to shove Branden Harvey to the ropes. Brandon rebounds, knocking Cid down with a stiff shoulder block. Branden back to the ropes, as Cid drops to the floor. Branden hops over Cid to the other side of the ropes, to rebound. Cid is up now and leapfrogs over Branden to run towards the ropes. Cid rebounds off the ropes, right into an arm drag by Branden, followed by another. Branden holds Cid in an armlock, as Cid winces in pain.

Chase: These two competitors trying to feel each other out..

Branden Harvey hits Cid with a few elbow shots to the shoulder and outer bicep, in an attempt to weaken his arm. Branden transitions to a basic wristlock. Cid while held in the wristlock a forward roll, followed by a kip-up, and reverses the armlock, transitioning it into a pretty tight headlock of his own. Branden shoves Cid to the ropes and get downed by a rebounding shoulder block from Cid Phoenix. Cid again runs to the ropes, Branden drops to the floor, Cid hops over Branden, rebounds off the ropes. Branden leapfrogs Cid, who rebounds off the next rope, and right into a dropkick, that sends him sprawling to the mat.

Chase: Branden Harvey with a beautiful dropkick...

Harvey: Stopped Cid's momentum cold with that one!

Cid gets up and charges, into a right hand, dropping him. He gets up and charges again, only to be dropped to the canvas in the same manner. Cid crawls hands and knees over to the corner, where He actually tries to exit the ring, only to be grabbed by Branden, as he is halfway out, and dragged back in. Branden drives Cid headfirst into the corner turnbuckle, then executes an irish whip to the adjacent turnbuckles. Cid bounces out of the corner, and Branden catches him with a running forearm shot, that drops him to the canvas. Branden picks up Cid, who reverses an Irish Whip and hits the rebounding Branden with a spinning heel kick, dropping Branden to the canvas.

Chase: Branden Harvey hitting the canvas for the first time in this match!

Harvey: Meanwhile, the way Cid's been tasting canvas, you'd swear it was made out of wine!

Branden rolls to the outside, as Cid kips up onto his feet. Branden climbs up onto the turnbuckle, but Cid intercepts him with a springboard forearm smash that sends Branden crashing out on to the ringside floor. Cid climbs outside the ring, and catches Branden with a right punch, then follows through by slamming his head against the nearby ring steps, before rolling Branden back in the ring. Cid Phoenix climbs the turnbuckles and measures a staggering Branden, who turns around to get dropped by a missile dropkick. Cid goes for the cover.

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Cid Phoenix in frustration, mounts Branden and starts hitting him in the face with hard right hands, before picking him up and executing a textbook style suplex on the Xtreme Champion. Cid then remains on the offensive, putting the boots to Branden, who crawls over by the ropes. Cid picks him up and hits two quick forearm shots to the face, before executing an irish whip. Rebounding Branden, ducks under a clothesline, to rebound off the ropes a second time with a fluid asai moonsault that knocks Cid Phoenix to the canvas. Cid Phoenix scrambles up onto his feet, and ducks under a wild clothesline, turning it into a well-timed back suplex. Cid Phoenix again goes for a cover.

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Cid stomps on Branden, then takes the time to flip off the crowd the a chorus of boos.

Harvey: Cid Phoenix isn't making many friends here in Indianapolis!

Chase: Who'd want to? This place sucks!

Cid Phoenix measures Brandon Harvey, who gets up onto his feet. Cid takes him down with a running STO and goes for the cover..

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Cid Phoenix looks down at Branden Harvey and picks him up. He gives him a hard Irish Whip into the corner turnbuckle, then proceeds to put the boots to him there. Cid whips Branden to the ropes and lowers his head, allowing Branden to hit him with a sitout facebuster.

Chase: Oh, Man! Did you see that??

Harvey: Impressive move there by Branden!

Both men are down, Branden catches his breath and is up first, measuring Cid , who starts to get up onto one knee. Branden runs sidling at him and hits him with a leg-drop bulldog. Cid bounces off the canvas and rolls over staring at the lights. He grabs Cid's legs and goes for a Figure Four Leglock. Cid screams in pain, as Branden puts pressure on his legs, making the move all that much more painful. Cid thrashes about wildly, screaming "No!", whenever the ref asks him if he wants to quit. Cid screams, but continues to shake his head no. After about a minute, Cid starts fighting, and manages to reverse the move, reversing the pressure back onto Branden who in turn starts screaming himself, before releasing the hold.

Chase: These two guys are giving it all they've got!

Harvey: And we'd expect no less!

Cid Phoenix wobbly-legged, gets up and turns around as Branden is already on his feet. The two exchange rights and lefts, before Branden interrupts the exchange with a boot to the gut, followed by a DDT. Cid Phoenix smacks on canvas and rolls over onto his side.

Chase: Branden with a DDT!

Harvey: But will it be enough? AND WHEN ARE WE GONNA SEE SOME WEAPON USE??

Cid Phoenix and Branden Harvey are both up, and again they're exchanging punches in the middle of the ring. Cid gets the better of Branden Harvey, and Irish Whips him to the ropes, attempting a clothesline on the rebounding Branden Harvey, who ducks under the lariat, and follows through with a boot to the gut, immediately hitting Cid with a Impaler/Stunner that leaves Cid face down on the mat, motionless. Branden then rolls Cid out side the ring, and follows him out. Cid sprawls on the ringside floor, as Branden Harvey goes rummaging underneath the ring, to procure himself a chair. He turns around and raises the chair. Cid springs up onto his feet and runs, crashing into Branden..

Chase: LIMIT BREAK!!!

Harvey: Where did he get the resolve to pull out that trump card?

Chase: Who cares? He nailed it!

However, both men are just about wiped out on the floor - Cid the recipient of a Impaler/Stunner and Branden a victim to the Limit Break.. Cid however is the first of the two to show signs of life, as he struggles to get up onto his feet, and stalks Branden, who also is fighting to get back up to a vertical base. They both do.. and start exchanging rights and lefts. Cid backs up and rolls back into the ring, as Branden grabs the chair and follows him in. Cid turns around and Branden swings the chair.

CRACK!!!

The chair shot catches Cid flush in the forehead. He stiffens up and falls backwards in the center of the ring. Branden tosses the chair to the canvas and looks down at Cid. Branden picks up Cid and positions them over by the chair on the floor. Grabbing Cid in a front facelock, he merely drops, driving Cid headfirst onto the chair. The crowd begin a "HOLY SHIT" chant, as Branden sits staring off into space. Cid Phoenix crawls on his hands and knees. As he crawls from the middle of the ring to the corner, a trail of crimson follows him from his lacerated forehead.. The fans now start a "BRANDEN" chant, as Branden Harvey unfolds the chair and props it in the middle of the ring. He points at Cid, before handily executing an Irish Whip. Branden lowers his head, the idea to backdrop his opponent onto the chair. However, at the last possible second, Cid Phoenix in desperation grabs the back of Branden's neck and executes a sickening leg drop bulldog of his own right onto the chair!

KERRANGK!

Harvey: Cid's hit the Phoenix Down!

Chase: Both men look to be out of it! The chair is broken and---

Branden looks to be very busted open, as he rolls over and the red salty starts to pour down the sides of his face.

Chase: And now Branden's busted open!

Harvey: Finally, this match is starting to get a bit more interesting!

Cid crawls up onto his feet and rolls to the outside, where he pulls out a table. He sets it up right next to the ring apron. He then pulls out a large ladder, and slides it into the ring. He rolls underneath the ropes, he sees Branden's motionless frame in the ring. He sets up the ladder, then goes over to Branden and rolls him out of the ring, onto the table..

Chase: What the hell is Cid Phoenix... Oh no...

Harvey: This is intense!

Cid Phoenix rolls back underneath the ropes and into the ring. He begins to climb the ladder slowly, until finally, he's at it's apex. He scans the crowd and then looks down from the 15 foot ladder at Branden Harvey, who is laid out on a table. Cid Phoenix looks at the crowd shrugs, and dives - the end result being him crashing down onto Branden Harvey and sending both men through the table! Again, the crowd starts a "HOLY SHIT!" chant..

Chase: Oh My God! I think they've just about killed each other!

Harvey: You may be right, Chase! Even the referee can't believe what he's just seen!

The referee is standing there, shaking his head. He sees that both men are facedown, and has to make a count, which he begins...1.….2...The crowd counts along with the referee, until he actually gets to the count of eight, in which case, both men miraculously have made it to their feet. Cid and Branden's faces are unrecognizable because of the amount of blood caked around them. Both men are clearly shaken, yet continue to exchange punches, as blood, sweat and spit flies. Cid gets some extra punches in and then runs at Branden full speed, spearing him into the ring steps. Cid Phoenix is in intense pain, he grabs Branden and rolls him into the ring. Branden rushes at Cid, who hits a spinebuster and slowly gets up and starts setting up the ladder once again. Cid Phoenix ignores the "PHOENIX SUCKS!" chants and keeps climbing, getting up to the top and watching Branden as he crawls on hand and knees, before signaling a cut-throat sign. Suddenly, yet another chorus of boos..

Harvey: Wha--What's HE doing here?!?

Chase: I've got a feeling things are about to get interesting!

Diamante Valentine gets up onto the apron and starts arguing with the referee, Cid Phoenix looks on angrily.. when from behind..

Chase: That's Kingston and Mannie! Wha--

Kingston nails Cid with a low blow and then stretches him out with his upper torso still draped on one of the rungs of the ladder. Young Mannie gets up on the top rope and leaps, crashing into Cid with a vicious frog splash to his back..

Kingston & Mannie then turn their attention to Branden Harvey and lift him up. Kingston holds onto Branden while Young Mannie rebounds off the ropes..

Chase: CODE RED!!!

Harvey: But why are they doing this?!?

Chase: C'mon, Darren! The Red Shield Mafia doesn't care who wins or loses this one! They just want to weaken or even destroy their opposition!

A sea of cheers are heard as cameras catch..

Harvey: Thank Heavens! Here comes the cavalry!!!

The Exchange Rate with their body guard all come running down the aisle to chase the members of the Red Shield Mafia through the crowd. And inside the ring..

Chase: Cid Phoenix is down! Branden Harvey is down! What's next?!

As if on cue, another sea of boos as Liz comes running down the aisle. She starts pounding her hands on the apron, trying to get Cid to react. Cid starts to stir, and crawls to one corner of the ring, as Branden Harvey does also. The crowd all start stomping their feet in anticipation.

Chase: Hard to believe this one's not over!

Harvey: These two psychos won't quit... I LOVE IT!!!

Cid's up to his feet, as is Branden also makes it to a vertical base. The two combatants starts brawling a new, with Branden Harvey coming out on top and nailing a quick dropkick into a Caucasian Hangover. Branden goes for the pin!

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Harvey: Now she starts in!

Chase: She looking out for her investment!

The referee distracted, Branden gets up and grabs Liz who goes for a slap. Branden deflects the slap, grabs her head and plants a kiss on her!

Harvey: Branden's got a lip-lock on Liz!

Chase: There's no time for all that!

Liz - however, throws in a small aerosol can. Cid gets up and grabs the small spray can, tucking it into his tights.

Harvey: What was--She-did you see that?

Chase: See what?

Liz wraps her arms around Branden's neck.

Harvey: What's going on?!

Chase: Lots of kissing from what I see!

Suddenly, Liz lets go of Branden Harvey and gives him a hard slap across the face. Branden turns around and Cid sprays him in the eyes. The ref doesn't see it & Branden rolls around on the floor, frantically trying to clear his vision.

Chase: Cid just used that spray can to blind Branden Harvey!

Harvey: What spray can?

Chase: You didn't see? Oh Jeezus...

Brandon Harvey stumbles forward, as Cid hooks his arms around his head and nails him with a Snapdragon on the edge of the ladder. Brandon looks to be out of it, as Cid rolls him up..

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Cid and Liz begin celebrating and then they see Branden starting to move. Cid then begins attacking Branden and the bell is ringing while the ref is trying to stop him. Cid shoves the ref to the mat and continues to attack him. The fans begin to cheer as Slade Craven runs down to the ring. He slides in and starts punching Cid. Cid backs up to the ropes and Slade clotheslines him over. Cid gets up, grabs Liz and they head up the ramp.

Harvey: it’s a good thing Slade came out or maybe Branden wouldn’t have gotten out of here alive.

Chase: Its just a matter of time before Branden loses that title.

Slade helps Branden up and raises his arm. Branden’s music starts to play as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Overdrive comes back on the air

Chase: Welcome back folks.

Harvey: Before we get to our main event, I am getting word that due to Cid Phoenix defeating Branden Harvey moments ago, Cid will be added to the Xtreme Title match at Christmas Chaos. It will now be Branden Harvey defending his title against Cid Phoenix, Slade Craven and Diamante Valentine.

We go in the ring where Nicky Paige is standing

Paige: The following contest is your main event of the evening and it is a non title match scheduled for one fall

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

Paige: Introducing first, he is one half of the APW Tag Team Champions. C…J….GATES!

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

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

Paige: And his opponent, Making her way to the ring this evening, weighing in at a sublime one-hundred and forty pounds, standing in at five feet and ten inches of perfection, she is the APW Heavyweight Champion….SALLY TALFOURD

Sally stands at the base of the steps to the ring, waving to the crowd as she is announced. When that's done, she dashes up the steps, hoists herself over the top ring and bounces to the centre of the ring. Poses for the crowd as the lights return to normal and the music fades out. The crowd still cheers for the adorable Sally as she starts to stretch for the match.

Non Title Singles Match
Sally Talfourd Vs C.J Gates


The bell rings and the two shake hands and then lock up. CJ grabs Sally by the wrist and twist her arm. Sally does a forward roll and does a nip up and then grabs CJ by the wrist and twists his arm. CJ does a backwards roll and gets to his feet and puts Sally in a hammer lock. Sally bends over and grabs CJ’s leg and trips him. CJ falls on his back and with his other foot, he shoves Sally on her butt. Sally goes into the ropes and CJ goes to his stomach. Sally jumps over him, hit’s the ropes. CJ is up and hip tosses Sally. Sally is able to land on her feet. She jumps on CJ and goes for a Monkey Flip. She flips him, but CJ lands on his feet. Both get up and they are at a stand off and the crowd cheers for them.

Harvey: We’re in a for a real treat tonight with these two in the ring.

Chase: I must admit, just the start of this match was exciting. Great skill by both competitors.

The two circle each other and they lock up and CJ gets a side headlock in on Sally. Sally shoots CJ off into the ropes and CJ comes back taking Sally down with a shoulder block. CJ runs off the ropes and hops over Sally. Sally is up and CJ comes back and gets taken down with a Leg Lariat by the Heavyweight Champ. CJ gets up and Sally takes him down with an arm drag and then lock in an Arm Bar. CJ fights it and is able to get to his feet and Sally takes him down and locks in a Fujiwara Arm Bar but CJ is quick to get his feet in the ropes to break the hold.

Harvey: Smart move there by CJ.

Both are back up and they get to the center of the ring and CJ kicks Sally and chops her. He chops her again and brings her over to the corner. CJ starts spearing her in the corner and then snap mares her out of the corner. CJ runs out of the corner, grabs Sally’s head and snaps it forward as he flips over her, Mr. Perfect Style. Sally grabs her neck as CJ goes for the first cover of the match.
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Chase: Image what beating Sally here tonight could do for CJ’s future.

Harvey: CJ has been very impressive since his APW debut. We could be looking at a future Heavyweight Champion here.

CJ picks Sally up and chops her again and she falls back into the corner. CJ throws her into the opposite corner and he runs behind her. Sally Jumps off the bottom turnbuckle and jumps backwards over CJ. CJ runs under her and hit’s the corner chest first. Sally grabs CJ and rolls him up in a school boy
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CJ gets up and goes to clothesline Sally, but Sally ducks it and hooks CJ’s arm giving him a backslide.
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CJ takes a swing at Sally, but she blocks it and goes at him with forearm shots. She keeps hitting him to the ropes and then throws CJ into the opposite ropes, but CJ reverses it and Sally comes running back into a back body drop. Sally gets up near the ropes and CJ runs and clotheslines her over the top rope and onto the floor. CJ waits for Sally to get up, as soon as she does, CJ gives Sally a Vaulting Body Press on the floor. CJ jumps up and the fans cheer for him

Harvey: What a match so far here for tonight main event.

Chase: When you put two champions in the ring, you can’t expect anything less than greatness.

CJ picks Sally up and Body Slams her on the protective mat. CJ jumps up onto the ring apron and moonsaults off of it, landing on Sally. CJ picks Sally up and goes to throw her into the ring steps, but Sally reverses it and CJ hits it, shoulder first. Sally takes CJ and rolls him into the ring. Sally jumps on the ring apron and CJ is up and goes after her. Sally spears CJ through the ropes. CJ backs away and Sally springboards off the top rope and drops CJ with a Bulldog. Sally hooks the leg for a cover
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Sally lifts CJ up and chops him. They stand in the middle of the ring and Sally throws CJ into the corner. CJ runs up the corner and nails Sally with the Whisper in the Winds. Both competitors are down and the fans are cheering

Harvey: What a match this as been. Back and Forth all through out.

Chase: And the fans are loving every second of it.

The ref starts counting them both out. He gets to a count of 7 and both Sally and CJ are up. Sally nails CJ with a forearm shot and CJ comes back with a punch. They keep going back and forth as the fans start chanting “LETS GO SALLY” “LETS GO CJ” “LETS GO SALLY” “LETS GO CJ” Sally ducks a punch from CJ and Sally grabs him from behind and drops him with the Lovelace Choker (inverted facelock neckbreaker) Sally jumps to her feet and waits for CJ to start getting up. He gets to his knee’s and Sally runs and nails him in the head with the Shinning Wizard. Sally covers and the crowd counts along
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Sally takes CJ and throws him into the ropes. Sally puts her head down and CJ jumps over with a sunset flip
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CJ goes to kick Sally, but Sally catches his foot and CJ nails her with the Enziguri. Sally drops to a knee and CJ comes running and nails the Shinning Wizard. CJ covers
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Harvey: CJ almost pinned the Heavyweight Champ right here on Overdrive.

Chase: I can’t predict who will win this one.

CJ takes Sally and drops her with the Stamp of Approval (Double Arm DDT). CJ sets Sally up and climbs to the top rope.

Harvey: This could be it.

Chase: Looks like he’s going for the Gatecrasher

CJ gets to the top and jumps off with the Gatecrasher and Sally rolls out of the way. CJ hit’s the mat hard and slowly gets up. Sally gets up and grabs CJ, hitting him with the Makeover (Swinging reverse STO). Sally covers
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Sally can’t believe it. She gets up and waves for CJ to get up. CJ slowly makes it to his feet and Sally grabs CJ and goes for another Makeover, but CJ elbows Sally in the head, breaking free. He throws Sally into the ropes and nails the Dropsault on her. CJ slowly gets up and goes to the corner. He hops up to the middle rope. Sally gets to her feet and CJ jumps off catching Sally with a Tornado DDT. CJ hooks the leg
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Harvey: What is it going to take

Chase: CJ has a lot to prove in this match and he’s doing just that!

CJ pulls Sally up and brings her to the corner. He kicks her and then sits her up onto the top rope. CJ climbs up, but Sally pushes him off and then kicks him in the face. Sally leaps off for a Tornado DDT, But CJ catches her and counters with a North lights Suplex.
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CJ lifts Sally up and chops her. He goes to throw her into the ropes, but Sally reverses it. CJ comes back and Sally puts her head down and CJ goes for a sunset flip. Sally drops to he knee’s, grabs CJ’s legs and leans forward
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Winner: Sally Talfourd

Harvey: What a great match that was. Both deserve a lot of credit for that one.

Chase: It was anyone’s match, but all it took was one counter by the champ and it was over.

Sally’s music hit’s the PA and the ref hands her, her title and raises her arm in victory. Sally climbs the turnbuckle and poses for the fans. She then calls for a Mic and gets one handed to her.

[Sally] I told you that this would happen. I told you that I would prove to everyone here, everyone watch, everyone who paid attention to what happened tonight that I had what it takes to break Level-One. CJ Gates, I'm sorry you got caught up in all this. But you did, and you were my chance to send Level-One a message. Now, as everyone watches you leave, I want them to take a mental picture. *Sally points to CJ, who is being led out by the ref* That is the image I promise you will see at Christmas Chaos. You will watch as Level-One is helped out of the main event ring for the last time while I'm APW Champion. And while everyone here has some sympathy for CJ there, there will be no sympathy for the son of a bitch I have to face at Christmas Chaos. When you watch him leave for the last pay per view of the year, you will finally see a broken and shattered man.

CJ is back up to his feet once more, the ref checking on him as he gets himself together.

[Sally] But we're not at that point yet. We all know it's coming. We watched you walk around all night like the paranoid loon you are, Lester. Tonight, searching for my guest tonight. Why, Lester? Do you have something to hide? Is there something that someone knows that you wouldn't possibly want to get out? *Sally waves a hand with a smile, as if to put Level-One at ease* Don't worry Lester, I can help you out. I'm caring, and I'm worried about you. I know how to fix the problem … I'll bring my guest out right now! Down to this very ring. *Sally points down to the mat* Then you'll know when to find them. Well, her … you'll know where to find her. And you don't have to worry about her secret because, well, it won't be a secret much longer.

Sally looks up to the stage, to the backstage curtains.

[Sally] Kayla! Come on down!

Every set of eyes turns to watch the stage, and watch as Kayla Rose – former girlfriend of Level-One – trots herself out to the arena. She's looking quite flash, though teeters a little as she tries to make it down he ramp on her heels . The crowd doesn't know how to receive her, some clapping because she's out here to rip on Level-One. But she gets a few boos because, well, she's of Level-One's side of town. She makes it to the ring, gets up the steps, and steps through the ropes that Sally holds open for her. The two exchange pleasantries, Sally giving Kayla a supportive pat on the shoulder, then brings the microphone to her mouth again.

[Sally] Welcome, Kayla. I'm sure the people have heard enough of my voice, so why don't you explain why you're out here …

Sally hands the microphone over to Kayla, who takes it with all the eagerness she could find.

Kayla Rose: Lester Only, I told you I was going to find a way back at you and this is it! All your life you've been hurting others to get what you want. Especially, women. And this has been shown by the way you've treated Sally Talfourd ever since she's stepped through the door! Well, I'm not going to stand by it anymore. I am not going to sit by and let you hurt my good friend, Patricia Lewis...

Kayla Rose stops as the crowd boos. Although, the majority is on Sally Talfourds side there's something about Kayla Rose the fans immediately dislike. Considering most of them were males, it was quite possible they too had a crazy ex.

Kayla Rose: Though, me and Sally Talfourd aren't foolish. We know this is a business and we know letting out a secret as big as what we have on you would be wasted if we would give it up without a little bit of a chase. But really, I'm getting ahead of myself because this secret doesn't have to be told to the entire world. This secret can rest between the three of us, Lester. However, you are going to have to meet our demands first...

The crowd stirs while Sally Talfourd nods her head up and down acknowledging the words of her new acquaintance.

Kayla Rose: It isn't something as low and as pathetic as you would come up with, Lester. We aren't asking you to throw your match with Sally Talfourd. If anything, we encourage you to do your best. We aren't asking for anything that isn't reasonable. It's real simple, Lester. You have until next week to either tell your girlfriend Patricia our little secret yourself... or we'll do it for you.

Harvey: Wow, that's quite the ultimatum. I guess it depends on how big this secret is, Chase?

Chase: Secrets and girls. Those two should never be put in the same sentence. I sure hope Sally Talfourd knows what she's doing. This situation can't look any better then ugly.

Kayla Rose hands the microphone back over to Sally Talfourd as they chat it up in the middle of the ring. When suddenly, the crowd begins to roar with somewhat of a mixed reaction. Level-One has stepped out onto the ramp and is looking straight at the duo inside the ring. Sally Talfourd steps in front of Kayla Rose preparing for the worst.

Harvey: It's Level-One! Sally Talfourd better get out of here. He might try to kill them both to keep his secret safe!

Chase: I don't know Harvey, Level-One hasn't moved since he's gotten out here.

The crowd stirs as Level-One merely stares at Sally Talfourd and Kayla Rose inside the ring for what feels like a lifetime. There's a look of a wild man burning in the eye of Level-One where as Sally Talfourd watches on with caution. Slowly, he drapes his thumb across his throat and then points at the duo before walking backwards and disappearing through the curtains, leaving Sally Talfourd and Kayla Rose inside the ring.

Harvey: This has been quite a disturbing turn of events, Chase. You don't think Level-One is going to...?

Chase: I don't know at this point, Harvey. We've never seen Level-One in this type of shape and Sally Talfourd doesn't seem like she's going to back down on this one, somethings got to give!

Harvey: Well, this all for Thursday Night Overdrive. We'll see you all next week!

The scene in the ring begins to fade with Sally Talfourd and Kayla Rose exchanging words inside the ring, the APW logo flashes across the screen and the show comes to a close.