Overdrive - Sacramento, California (03/03/11)

[President Jeff]

Mr. Dangerous Vs Glen Hendricks

Hendricks charges in at Mr. Dangerous in a rage. However Dangerous in fear for his life drops down and rolls underneath the bottom rope and to the outside. Hendricks in a fit of rage now yells out at Dangerous.


Glen Hendricks: GET IN THE RING AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN!

The referee begins a ten count on Dangerous who is on the outside.

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Hendricks becomes irritated and yells out at Mr.Dangerous.


Glen Hendricks: FINE! IF YOU WON’T FIGHT LIKE A MAN THEN I’LL COME GET YOU MYSELF!

Hendricks rolls under the bottom rope to the outside of the ring and goes after Dangerous which forces the referee to start the count over.


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Mr. Dangerous runs for his life as a high speed chase around the outside of the ring begins. Hendricks is trying to catch Dangerous but fearing for his life Mr. Dangerous is running around the outside faster than a cheetah making it impossible for Hendricks to catch him.

The referee continues the count on both men.

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Chase: If Dangerous and Hendricks aren’t careful they are both going to get counted out!

Harvey: If Hendricks wasn’t such a head case he would have been smart and taken the victory by a count out instead of going after this loser Mr. Dangerous!

Chase: Uh, I wouldn’t exactly refer to Mr. Dangerous as a loser he’s been finding ways to win.

As the chase continues around the ring and Hendricks gets closer to grabbing Dangerous the referee continues his count.


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The chase continues around the outside of the ring with neither of the competitors acknowledging the count. Hendricks is gaining ground now on Dangerous and just as Hendricks is about to grab a hold of Dangerous a fan in the front row accidentally loses a grip on their beverage. The beverage spills right in front of Hendricks and Hendricks slips on the puddle.. Hendricks leaves his feet and goes air born before coming down crashing to the ground hard on the back of his head.


Chase: Oh my goodness! Hendricks might be out cold!

The referee continues his count.

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Just before the referee can make the ten count on both men Mr. Dangerous slides under the bottom rope and back into the ring.

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Winner: Mr. Dangerous

Harvey: NO! NO! NO! NO WAY! THIS ISN’T FAIR! THAT FAN SHOULD BE EJECTED FROM THE ARENA AND HENDRICKS SHOULD WIN BY A DISQUALIFICATION! THAT’S FAN INTERFERENCE!

Chase: It was an accident…. The fan spilled his drink and Hendricks slipped! At least we didn't have boogers flying in our direction this week. Either way, once again Mr. Dangerous has pulled out a win like it or not! As an up and coming APW Megastar might say… It is what it is!

Pyro shoots from the stage and the camera pans though the arena before stopping on Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase

Harvey: WELCOME EVERYONE TO THURSDAY NIGHT OVERDRIVE!

Chase: Folks, count them, we are just 24 days till Rasslemania VII and tonight, we can expect a lot of stuff to build up that event

Harvey: Lets talk about tonight. We will see Biggs, for the 5th week in a row, defend his Overdrive Title, this time, against AJ King

Chase: Fire Dragon and Captain Klappton will face off, and the winner of that match, earns a spot on Team APW in War Games.

Harvey: And in our main event, announced by President Jeff last Week, it will be Level One taking on Beautiful Disaster in a Handicap Match, but with Sally Talfourd as Special Guest referee

Chase: I don't know how Level One will win that match, but he will find a way.

Put you on game by Lupe Fiasco blasts the PA system as Level-One steps out onto the ramp, garnishing a fairly mixed reaction from the crowd. The boos stand out more then the cheers but the cheers could be heard if you tried to listen close enough. He surveys the crowd as begins to make his way down the ramp and towards the ring, once inside he's tossed a microphone from Johnny Chase to which he catches and throws a thumb in the air dedicated to Johnny Chase.

Harvey: You're such a suck up, Chase. It makes me sick.

Chase: You're jealous just because I've gotten to live out a long life dream of meeting, a wrestling legend as big as Level-One. I'd say, we're even good friends!

A Level-One chants begins which is quickly rivaled by even more fans adding the word ''SUCKS'' to the end of the chant. The camera zooms in on several rowdy fans wearing black t-shirts reading, ''We we're Level-One fans before it became cool...''; regardless of fan support the former APW champion takes the microphone.

Level-One: Last week was an important night in my career. It may have not been a big match or even an important match at all but a lesson was learned by the end of the night when President Jeff decided to stick his nose where quite honestly, it didn't belong. On this night, I realized something... nice guys? They finish last. They get screwed over. They get pushed around. They get put in 2 on 1 handicap matches...

A large portion of the crowd boos at this notion as Level-One shakes his head up and down in agreement. He obviously didn't like the match making, either.

Level-One: And for the first time in a long time; I could sympathize with special guest referee, Sally Talfourd. You see, Sally? She's tired of finishing last. She's tired of being pushed around, being mocked and quite frankly, embarrassed. She's sick of having to appeal to the masses, sick of having to follow an unspoken code of honor. No backstage, attacks. No behind the scenes plotting. Nothing that would ruin her good girl image! Quite simply put... she merely wants to be herself.

Level-One walks over to the ropes closest to the ramp, as leans forward looking up at the Action-tron. A photo shopped picture of Sally Talfourd wearing a pair of devil horns and black make up, appears on screen.

Level-One: Sally Talfourd as always been a devil in disguise and now her true colors are breaking through and is being seen by all but the blind. There are some people who still haven't given up on Sally Talfourd; who are delusional to the monster she's become... but in time her make up will fade away, and her ugly face will be exposed for the world to point and laugh or even cringe at...

The APW-tron picture of Sally Talfourd fades and one of Level-One appears on screen. It's him, smiling with a halo above his head.

Level-One: And with this all I also realized that good guys, don't have to finish last. No, good guys can finish first. Good guys, don't need to be pushed around or bullied. The only reason good guys and girls like Sally have been pushed around is merely because they aren't really good guys. They're merely playing up a role. They're fakes. Too worried about what the fan base will think of them if they give themselves over to their true emotions...

Level-One turns away from the APW-tron and walks over to the middle of the ring, as the camera zooms onto his face.

Level-One: The era of the cookie cutter good guy, is over. The era of the clean cut hero, is done with! I am not a villain. I am the Anti-Hero. I will set a new gold standard of what it is to be a good guy in this business. I will NOT play up to the big wigs or even my very own fans. No, I'm edgy. I'm brutally honest. And I am not afraid to break your face under the guise of self defense and self preservation...

This surprisingly is enough to garnish some solid crowd support as Level-One hops up onto the turnbuckle.

Level-One: I am NOT a coward. I am NOT scared. And I WELCOME tonight's challenge. I do not want your sympathy, I don't need your signatures on useless petitions and you can shove your pity up your tight ass, if that shoe fits. Tonight, I am going to show President Jeff; that just because I won't beat his skull in with a steel chair for being a big douche it does NOT mean I am going to take his shit, without putting up a fight and reeking a little havoc in return...

Level-One grins ear to ear as he casually tosses the microphone into the crowd and jumps off the top turn-buckle out onto the arena floor before hopping over the barrier and making his way through the crowd. Several fans reach out to slap his back showing him support as one tries to hit him with a kendo stick. He merely, catches the stick mid air and pulls on it, causing the fan to fall over a security bar onto the concrete floor below. Due to this, another pro- Level-One chant begins as security rushes the injured fan and drags him towards the exit.

Chase: You heard Level-One, tonight! He said he's going to change how good guys are looked at in this business!

Harvey: How so, by beating up fans that don't like him?

Chase: Harvey, you know better to attack an APW superstar! The fan was trying to test him and he got exactly what he was looking for! You can't ignore the fact that Level-One has gotten a pretty good response from all this!

Harvey: It pales in comparison to Sally Talfourd and you know it, Chase.

Commercial

[President Jeff]

The scene opens with "Supersonic" Branden Harvey standing in front of a fence. He looks at the camera and begins to speak.

Branden: Johnny Knuckles, tonight, you and I face off in a Singapore Cane Contest. Because that's all it is. It's a contest to see who can tolerate more pain. It's a contest to see who can inflict more suffering with one shot of the singapore cane. Knuckles, tonight, I prove to you that, despite your size advantage, I am just as tough as you are. I can tolerate just as much pain as you. Knuckles, tonight, I win. Consider this contest a prologue. Because, Knuckles, soon, we will face off in a real match. And then nothing will save you.

The scene fades back to ringside

The lights again go out in the arena momentarily. Red lips appear on the RoR-tron and they yell out the words "Cult Classic!" With that a screeching guitar bursts from the P.A system. Blue lights begin to flash on the ramp way as "Cult Classic" appears on the tron like the text of the movie Jaws. The opening guitar solo of "Battle Stations" by Winger continues to play. The guitar picks up even more and "The Cult Classic" Rachel Cole comes out from behind the curtain. She is wearing a beanie with a green marijuana leaf on it. Along with the Vixen's title around her waist, she is wearing leather pants and a leather top. Over the top, she has a leather vest that cuts a little bit below the mid drift.

Oh Yeah! Hit It!


The minute this lyric hits the P.A, she throws off her beanie gallons of water pour down from above and Rachel faces upwards as it drenches her as she opens her vest a little. Once the water finishes pouring she slides her hand through her hair. She then points towards the ring with her index finger and then makes her way to the ring. While she makes her way down the ring, she still does slap fives to some of the fans in the crowd. Rachel Cole then heads to the apron and rolls onto the apron and underneath the bottom rope.

She then heads over to the middle turnbuckle and does the splits on them while lifting up her right arm towards the fans. She then gets off the turnbuckle and heads into the middle of the ring and pulls the Vixens title off of her waist and holds it up towards the Cult of fans that are in attendance.

Paige: Introducing first from Los Angeles, CA she is “The Cult Classic” Rachael Cole!!!!!

The crowd pops for the APW newcomer that picked up a win in her first match last week.

Paige: and Introducing her opponent already in the ring. He hails from Hell, Michigan by way of Jackson State Penitentiary. He is Khaos!!!!!!!!!!

Harvey: Rachael Cole was very impressive last week in her debut match and it will be interesting to see how well she does against a man the size of Khaos.

Chase: Yeah “The Cult Classic” is 1-0 here in APW, but her only match was against another woman. This man Khaos is a whole different animal.

Rachel Cole Vs Khaos

The referee calls for the bell and Rachael Cole and Khaos begin circling each other searching out a weakness. “The Cult Classic” is the first to strike using her obvious speed advantage to hit a series of quick hit and run kicks to the thick legs of Khaos. Like a lumberjill she tries to cut down the California Sequoia that is the Mad Man from the Motor City until she goes to the well one too many times and Khaos catches her leg and takes her to the mat with a modified spinning belly to belly suplex; the full force of his two hundred and seventy-five pounds slamming down on the petite frame of “The Cult Classic” driving the air from her lungs. Khaos makes the cover, grinding his forearm across Cole’s face, but failing to hook the leg. The referee drops to the mat to make the count.

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Harvey: How was Rachael Cole able to kick out after that suplex from Khaos.

Chase: Well she shows us that once again she has more heart than just about anyone in the business.

Khaos slaps the canvas in frustration before standing and pulling Rachael Cole to her feet by a handful of hair. The fiery star from LA tries to land punches to the gut of Khaos, but the much larger star holds her at arms length like a grown man toying with a child. This only serves to infuriate “The Cult Classic” and she drops down to one knee and levels Khaos with a brutal low blow. The referee begins to admonish her for her blatant breaking of the rules, but she turns on her feminine charms and he soon forgets all about it, while poor Khaos is left rolling on the mat in pain. Satisfied that she was not going to be disqualified from the match Cole turns her attention back towards her opponent. Gracefully she leaps into the air and back flips before coming down chest first with the full impact of San Dimas High School Football Rules (Standing Shooting Star Press). Excited by the quick changing of the tide Rachael jumps to her feet and grabs the legs of Khaos and flips over bringing her full weight across the chest of The Mad Man from the Motor City. The referee begins to count.

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The nearly three hundred pound former death row inmate rises his feet his face red with anger. He pulls Rachael Cole to her feet and immediately locks on a Muay Thai clutch and begins raising knees into her pretty face with a ferocity rarely seen inside of a wrestling ring. Satisfied with the damage done to the former Vixen’s Champion Khaos releases his grip and blasts Rachael Cole with a front kick that doubles her over. He then places her head between his legs and lifts her up preparing to destroy her with the move known as Greetings From Hell Michigan, but “The Cult Classic” is not finished fighting and she rains down haymakers before taking the big man down with a text book Huricanrana. The referee drops to the mat to make the count.

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Harvey: Khaos was going for that Powerbomb Lung Blower that we’ve seen him hit on film and Rachael Cole was able to reverse it into a huricanrana.

Chase: Yeah but I think it just ticked Khaos off.

The offensive maneuver from Cole sends Khaos into a whole other realm of angry. He pulls the bruised and battered Rachael Cole to back to her feet before locking on a front face lock and hooking her leg before lifting her up and driving her skull first into the canvas with a Fisherman’s Buster. He hooks her leg and the referee drops to the mat to make the count.

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Winner: Khaos

Khaos celebrates his victory as we go backstage.

Backstage, and we're waiting at the door marked “APW World Heavyweight Champion: Sally Talfourd”. Only the best for the best, I guess. Anyway, the door sounds like it's being unlocked and then, as it is thrown open, we find Sally Talfourd revealed in all her refereeing goodness! This isn't your grandmother's kind of referee. Sure, she has the black-and-white stripes, but they could almost be painted on the shirt is that tight. And her little black skirt to compliment. She really is a sight. She gives a giddy little wave to the camera.

Sally: Well hello there! And hello Sacramento! *Obvious pandering to the crowd gets a cheap pop* It's great to be here. I always make a point to come here on my way out of California, heading on the bigger and brighter pastures. But anyway, that's not important. I wanted to get out ahead of the curve and put to bed any rumors that might have been floating around out there. Mainly that I might not be fully capable of calling this main event tonight down the middle.

The crowd is obviously hyped for the match, as the roars and cheers and applause kicks up a notch. Sally nods in approval, then looks down at her shirt.

Sally: I take this duty very seriously, I'll have you all know. This isn't some flim-flam match, where the competitors are all second-rate, don't deserve to be in the main event, and ... actually, maybe it is. But that doesn't matter! Because one match on OverDrive is as important as all the matches! And that's exactly how I'm going to be treating this. Now, I've been hard at work this week. I went to 'referee school', they taught me to make three seconds go on for ten, and how to make ten seconds go on for fifteen minutes. So I'm as ready as any old referee you would get here in APW.

The thing is though, everyone is wondering if I'm going to be playing favourites. Am I going to try and get the psychological edge over Lester by delivering him a loss personally? Will I try and get payback for last week's untimely loss – a loss, I'll have you know, that Pence Weatherlight and CJ Gates can wear with shame – by trying to pull the wool over the Youngs? Well, let me tell you all right now, unequivocally and without any shadow of a doubt that I, honest to God, really don't like all three of you.


The crowd is a strange reaction there. The Level-One haters were hoping for a Beautiful Disaster win, I imagine, and the Exchange Rate fans were hoping for a stumbling block for the new tag team champions.

Sally: And trust me, I tried to figure out who I wanted to win the match. I stayed up for hours ... and hours ... and hours. I was up to all ends of the night. And then, when I was finished having a good time, I thought for maybe a couple of minutes about all of your pathetic, sorry, undeserving asses and realized that not only do none of you three deserve a win, but none of you deserve to be in the main event. None of you deserve to be in my main event. So I can promise you all this: this will be called even and fair. It will be called down the middle. It will be a model for balanced scales of justice. Because, frankly, I couldn't care less which of you all wins.

I almost made a call. I thought back to last week, when Branden was raging that I had the audacity to question if he was, in fact, not up to the Sally Talfourd benchmark. And I think that the fact I wasn't the one pinned last week speaks volumes about how lacking in my department of expertise and skill Branden is. Then I thought about his oh-so lovely wife, Kaycee. I thought about how she is like a fireworks factors and one little spark sends her flying. And, me personally? I like fireworks. So I put all of that together and I thought, well, maybe I should give Lester the win. Maybe it would do him some good.

But then I remembered Rasslemania is coming around, and I wondered “Hmmm, what would Lester do?” And then the answer jumped out at me! He would 'Pence Weatherlight' this match; he'd throw in the towel and not even bother to do his job. Then, when everyone thought they were safe and secure and home scot-free, he'd pop out with a handful of his buddies, beat everyone down and try and convince us all that that was an act of bravery. Now, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about that. But I had a bit of a problem: I couldn't actually find a handful of people do do my beating up. Sop, you know, that was off the table.

So finally, I was back to square one. And by that time, I had a headache so I threw my hands up *Sally does what she said she did* and just went home to bed, assuming I'd just call it like I see it because it didn't matter an iota who won. That's what I thought then, and that's exactly what I think now. Lester, Branden, Kaycee, I really don't care which of you win tonight. APW just wants to put on a good match. The fans have paid money to see me, and now all they get is me making sure three babies don't hurt themselves with their rattles. If you three put on anything less than a match of my standard, you're doing a great disservice to the fans here tonight. But then again, pigs don't fly, and I can't see any wings on Kaycee ...

Sally winks at the camera, then gives another little wave as the crowd is all a roar over that little rant. Sally heads out the doorway, ducks the camera, and heads around to make her way to ... wherever. And we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

The scene opens up in the hallways of the arena. A T-shirt stall is set up against the wall showcasing it's merchandise. There are the usual "Go Big Or Go Home", "Blades #1 Fan", and "Supersonic" shirt's, but in addition there is also the black "IT IS WHAT IT IS" shirt. Standing beside the stall is none other than C.J. Gates with his bodyguard Rico Casteel.

C.J. Gates: I think it's just about ready...

As Gates readjusts a few shirts, Blade walks into the shot. He sees the T-shirt stand and smirks slightly.

C.J. Gates: Blade! Glad you could make it.

Blade: What is all of this?

C.J. Gates: Well, I figured I'd go back to the beginning. Rediscover the roots of the Exchange Rate. Thought it might help bring your mind and spirits around.

Blade glances from Gates to the stand and back again.

Blade: And...

C.J. Gates: And nothing. You remember when we were first teaming, right?

Blade: Yeah, of course I do.

C.J. Gates: We used to sell T-shirts like this all the time and we used to have fun doing it. It brought a different element to our team. Interacting with the fans, getting our message out there with the shirts. And outside of that one time in China when we were forced to deal with The Number, it was always fun.

Blade: True, I can't deny any of that.

C.J. Gates: Exactly! And lately, it seems like you aren't having the same fun you used to. I thought this might jump start something.

Blade pauses.

Blade: I haven't been having as much fun because we lost the titles. Because I lost the titles.

C.J. Gates: Hey man, we're a team. We lost those titles together. You were just as much at fault as I was. But we've got a great chance to get them back!

Blade: You have a point there. A ladder match is something we've looked forward too since we were teamed together.

C.J. Gates: Exactly! Those titles are as good as ours after Rasslemania. We dominated the tag ranks before, and we can do it again.

Blade smiles and looks off down the hall at a few clusters of fans getting snacks.

Blade: If you're worried about whether or not I'm on the same page as you, I am. I want to win those titles back just as much as you do, C.J. I need a chance to redeem myself, and a win over Beautiful Disaster would definitely do that. Winning those titles back would mean a great deal.

C.J. Gates: Excellent! That's what I like to hear, Blade. You're starting to come around. Now, are you ready to sell some shirts?

Blade: I'd love to, but I've got some things to take care of.

Blade takes one more look at the stand and nods before walking off down the hallway. Gates watches him leave shaking his head.

C.J. Gates: I think he's coming around.

Rico: Seems like he is.

The scene then fades to black.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Pyrotechnics explode and fills the entrance stage with smoke, then "Maldito Alcohol" starts to play at the PA.

Paige: Coming first to the ring… accompanied by his manager, Ian DeTornado… from Tijuana, Mexico… EL IMITADOR!!!

As the smoke at the Stage clears up, it reveals "El Imitador" kneeling on one knee (with his Trainer Ian DeTornado scolding and yelling at him at the back), head bow and body covered with his devil red cape. He suddenly stands up and do a Jumping Jack before walking to the ramp with Mr. DeTornado and give high five to the fans. Upon approaching the ring, he approaches the ring announcers and give them an awkward hugs and kisses before rolling in to the apron, and climbs the ring post with right fist held high. Then, goes to his corner and warms up as he wait for the start of the contest.

Paige: And introducing his opponent…

The guitars begin to sound as "Halo" by Machine Head plays over the arena. The lights dim and the entrance stage fills with smoke as dark red and white strobe lights flicker over the arena. The drums in the intro begin to beat heavily as it echoes over the arena. A bright white light shines from the entrance way as the silhouette of a man stands there. The guitars then begin to play heavy as Tommy Knoxville walks out from the back and out into the open. He stands there on the stage for a moment with his arms by his side as he looks over the arena getting mixed reactions from the fans. He then begins to slowly walk down the aisle as a loud voice fills the arena.

"This is a call to arms,
will you stand beside me?
This is our time to fight,
no more compromising.
And this blackened heart will sing
For sad solidarity... "

Paige: …From Roanoke Rapids, now residing in Raleigh, North Carolina… TOMMY KNOXVILLE!!!

The song continues to play over the arena with power as Knoxville slowly approaches the ring. He then slides into the ring and climbs to his feet. He walks around the ring for a moment just before walking over to the corner and looking over the crowd once more. He then climbs the turnbuckle and holds his arms out looking above pumping his fist with the music. He then jumps down and spins around facing the center of the ring by the time he lands on his feet. Bouncing back and forth staring across the ring in the opposing corner Knoxville prepares himself as the music slowly begins to fade.

!Ding Ding Ding!

El Imitador Vs Tommy Knoxville

Harvey: Here we go, folks. It’s the Iron Man versus the Drunken Imitator.

Harvey: Both are relatively new to APW, and both are looking to cement their legitimacy on the roster. But only one can win.

Chase: Observations like that are why you’re paid the big bucks, Darren.

Knoxville and Imitador standing, facing each other. Knoxville slaps himself on the face with both hands, looking to get the adrenaline going. Imitador slaps himself on the face as well.

Knoxville slaps the sides of his arms and adjusts his elbow pads. Imitador does the same. Knoxville struts to the center of the ring, jawing smack talk. Imitador repeats in Espanol. Knoxville turns to the crowd and holds up a finger, as if to say watch this.
Then he turns back to Imitador and simply crosses his arms in front of his chest. So Imitador does the same. And they both stand there.

Harvey: Um..

Ian DeTornado hops up on the apron, slapping the turnbuckle pad to get Imitador’s attention. Imitador turns to his manager with a confused shrug, which brings a smirk to Knoxville’s face.

Chase: HiLARious, Darren. Imitador copies his opponent’s styles, but Knoxville is just standing there! Somebody didn’t watch their game tape this week. …Genius!

Harvey: If you say so, partner.

The crowd starts to get the joke too, and they roar with laughter, as Ian DeTornado throws a fit on the ring apron. The referee warns him to get back to the arena floor, and as he does, Knoxville finally kicks things off with a stiff haymaker to Imitador’s eye hole.
Imitador hits the mat and springs back up with a Haymaker of his own. But Knoxville ducks and catches the luchadore with an atomic drop. Imitador squinch-walks forward, only to be floored by a half-nelson suplex from Tommy. And here’s the cover.

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Imitador kicks out. Undeterred, Knoxville lifts his opponent off the canvas, but Imitador surprises him with a quick small package roll up!

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Kickout from Knoxville. Imitador rises, bringing Tommy with him and tries for a half-nelson suplex. Knoxville counters with a rear elbow, but as he throws a second one, Imitador sidesteps and nails Knoxville with an atomic drop of his own.

Chase: Do you get the feeling we’re watching the match forwards-

Harvey: And then watching it in reverse?

Chase: Yeah.

Harvey: …Yeah.

But not for long, as Imitador finally decides to try some original offense. As Knoxville tries to climb to his feet, Imitador hops onto the second turnbuckle and flies with a brain chop. Knoxville hits the canvas, and rises slowly, trying to shake off the cobwebs. Only to be spun inside out by a rushing clothesline from Imitador. And the luchadore takes a second for the fans before lifting Knoxville up and walking him to the corner. There, he bounces Tommy’s head off the top turnbuckle twice, before wrapping his neck and hopping to a seated position on the top turnbuckle, looking for a Tornado DDT.

And Knoxville counters it with a sort of modified, bridging Northern Lights suplex out of nowhere.

Harvey: Amazing counter from Tommy Knoxville!

The crowd seems to agree, and they pop, as the ref slides in to make the count.

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Kickout from Imitador. So Tommy stands and laces a few boots into the luchadore’s rib cage and shoulders, before lifting him up to hit a stiff Russian Legsweep. And as Imitador hits the mat, Knoxville rolls him onto his stomach, to cinch in a Boston Crab.

Chase: Ooh, El Crab-o de Boston-o from Johnny Knoxville!

Harvey: Stop.

Chase: What, Harvey? It’s not my fault you aren’t bi-lingual.

Harvey: Trust me, Johnny. Neither are you.

By now, the effects of the Boston Crab are starting to wear on Imitador, and he slaps the canvas in that way that ref’s somehow intrinsically know isn’t submitting, but rather an attempt to shift the momentum. It doesn’t seem to be doing much good for the luchadore though. So, in a moment of desperation, Ian DeTornado reaches under the bottom rope and grabs his clients hands, trying to pull him toward a rope break. Only, the ref is right there to see it, and he kicks DeTornados hands, sending him sprawling backwards into the ring barricade.

But the momentum of the break is enough to help Imitador power out of the Boston Crab, and he ends up in a mounted position on top of Knoxville, hammering him with fists and forearms to the face. Feeling he’s gotten enough licks in, Imitador stands and turns toward the crowd on each side of the ring. Circling his hand through the air, he puts it up to the side of his ear, Hogan-style, and points to the prone Tommy Knoxville. The fans cheer, and Imitador rebounds off the ropes and leaps for an atomic leg drop-

Harvey: Descenso de Pierna!

Chase: God bless you.

But Knoxville rolls out of the way! And Imitador lands on his butt, playing up the missed spot. Then, in one fluid motion, Tommy Knoxville comes up behind Imitador, nails a flipping neck whip, rolls back up to his feet, and jumps to the top turnbuckle… taking just the briefest moment to give Imitador the finger before leaping, and catching every little bit of a massive-

IRON CURTAIN!!!

The crowd rises to its feet with applause, and the rest is just formality.

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ding ding ding

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your-

Winner: Tommy Knoxville

Harvey: And Tommy Knoxville picks up what is a relatively easy win over El Imitador.

Chase: Well, that’s what happens when you don’t bring much to the table, Darren.

Ian DeTornado pulls El Imitador from the ring and starts to help him to the back, when suddenly, Mr. Dangerous runs down the ramp, slides into the ring, jumps onto the top turnbuckle, trips, falls off, and lands right on top of both Imitador and DeTornado, before standing and running back up the ramp.

Harvey: Holy! What was THAT all about?

Chase: I don’t know, but Mr. Dangerous is AWESOME!

Harvey: Lets go backstage.


Backstage again and we find the lovely World Heavyweight Champion strutting her stuff backstage. A few cat-calls and a few whistles follow her as she goes by. She turns back to look at the course of such disgusting behavior. And, in her moment of inattention, she walks right into someone! What a klutz! She turns around, looking all indignant, ready to unload on some poor sucker ... then sees who it is and has a flood of sympathy rush up in her.

Sally: Well well well! If it isn't Branden Harvey in the flesh! *Sally swing around, stands alongside Branden, and puts an arm over his shoulder – like old friends would normally do* Actually, I'm so glad I got a chance to see you.

Branden: Why? Do I owe you money or something?

Sally: No no no ... don't be silly. I just thought you could use a little pick-me-up this week. I mean, I saw you had a hard time with the 'Make A Wish' people last week. And then that Knuckles character went and ruined the moment for you. It's unfair. Really, it is.

The two set off down the hall, Branden keeping a watchful and guarded eye on Sally, what with her beaming smile and her cute-as-cute ref's outfit drawing eyes. Branden can't avert his eyes any longer, and looks Sally over. She tries to ignore it, but when it turns into staring, she clicks her fingers in front of his face. Branden shakes it off, Sally with a forced and indulgent smile.

Branden: Yeah, it wasn't exactly the highlight of the night.

Sally: I can only imagine ...

Branden: And that ass Knuckles

Sally: I mean, you're not the only person who has problems with them. They are always harassing me. I just don't have enough to to actually grant all those wishes that come my way. I almost wish I had your problem of not actually being wanted ...

Branden pulls up short, gives Sally a strange look. Sally acts all innocent, wondering what she might have said. She can't hold the 'serious' face and breaks into a bit of a giggle, then pats Branden on his shoulder.

Sally: Don't worry Branden. I'm sure one day you'll be someone's wish, instead of their nightmare.

Sally with an extra hard slap to Brande shoulder and she's off, leaving Branden there a little dumbfounded. We go to commercial

[President Jeff]

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, this next contest is scheduled for one fall…

"Hate Me Now" Blares over the loudspeakers as a mixture of Cheers and Boos reign down from the crowd.

Paige: Making his way first to the ring, from Las Vegas, Nevada… The ‘Real Show’ TERRY MARVIN!!!

From the back walks "The Real Show" Terry Marvin. He poses on the stage before slowly walking down to the ring. He takes the time to look at the crowd as he does, slapping hands with those cheering him, and intimidating those booing him. He slides in under the bottom rope of the ring and poses once on a turnbuckle causing another explosion of boos and cheers to rain down on him. He laughs as he pulls a microphone out from his back pocket.

Paige: And his opponent…

Terry Marvin: Hold on there just a second, toots…

The crowd pops and boos, and Terry allows them to calm down for a bit, before raising the mic up.

Terry Marvin: "A couple weeks ago, I came out here and told you that I was going to assemble a group the likes of which the wrestling world has NEVER seen before. I told you that it was going to shock the very foundation of the APW. And I DO NOT joke about such things!"

He pauses for a second and paces around the ring as the crowd seems to be getting impatient.

Terry Marvin: "So I've spent the last two weeks scouting, and watching and studying. I've narrowed down the list of prospective members to those who EXUDE the qualities I'm looking for, Qualities that would help to excel what I'm trying to do here in APW. I have made an offer to one particular person, and have received mixed signals from the individual. So right now...and you know who you are...Get your ASS out here, I want an answer."

Everyone's attention turns toward the stage, and for a couple uneasy seconds, nothing happens. Then suddenly...

You must die! I alone am best!

And the crowd explodes with jeers as Ryan Ruckus steps onto the ramp, puffing a cigarette. He pulls it from his mouth, and smirks as he stamps it out on the entrance ramp. Then he heads toward the ring.

Harvey: Oh my gosh! Could it be?

Chase: Ryan Ruckus and Terry Marvin joining forces?! He wasn’t kidding about shaking the foundations.

Ruckus saunters down the ramp, talking trash and making less than PG-appropriate gestures to the crowd.

But then ANOTHER person appears on the ramp. We can’t make out who it is right away, because he’s wearing a crimson, black, and teal hoody with the hood up.

Harvey: Who is THAT now?

Chase: I don’t know. I can’t see his face.

The hooded man charges down the ramp and clubs Ruckus on the back, much to the delight of the crowd. Ruckus stumbles forward, then turns around, squaring off with the hooded man, only to catch a Cluster-Ruck on the ramp!

Harvey: Ryan Ruckus just got hit with his own Cluster-Ruck! What is going on?!

Ryan Ruckus lays sprawled out on the ramp, unconscious. The hooded man stands over him and pulls his hood back, revealing himself to be-

Ryan Ruckus?!

Chase: Oh my god! We’re in the Twilight Zone. Quick, Darren, pinch me! Pinch me!

The second Ryan Ruckus pulls a mic from his hoody pocket.

Ruckus: Ladies and gentlemen of Action Packed Wrestling, you have been deceived. The man you see on the ramp at my feet is NOT Ryan Ruckus. He is an imposter. …I am Ryan Ruckus! And for this past week, I’ve been digesting my own damn stomach, locked in some broom closet in Anaheim, California.

In the ring, Terry Marvin and Paige looked confused.

Chase: I’m confused.

Ruckus smirks.

Ruckus: Y’all confused? Let me show you what went down.

And he turns to the Action Tron as a video from last week plays…

In it, we see Ryan Ruckus, walking toward his locker room following his loss to Biggs. He looks frustrated but generally normal, and he rubs his face where Foxy hit him with the brass knuckles, as he reaches for the handle of the door and opens it.

Then, out of nowhere, he’s CLOCKED in the back of the head and slumps against the wall, completely knocked cold. And as the camera pans right, we see Foxy Fox, Smart Mark, and a man who looks a WHOLE lot like Ryan Ruckus standing there.

Foxy Fox: Well, that’s that. Mark, take my worthless loser of an ex-husband somewhere where he can’t cause trouble.

Mark: On it.

Foxy: And Ganger, you get in there and take his place. If you’re as good as I’ve heard you are, no one should be any wiser.

Fake Ruckus: You can count on me, Ms. Fox.

Foxy: I damn well better be able to. Cause I want the once and for all destruction of Ryan Ruckus to go off without a hitch.

She starts to cackle like Cruella DeVille. And the video fades to black.

RINGSIDE

Ruckus stands with the microphone, looking out a tens of thousands of shocked faces.

Harvey: So is Ruckus saying everything we’ve supposedly seen from him this past week was a con?

Ruckus: What I’m trying to say, is everything you’ve supposedly seen from me this week was a CON!

Chase: I love when he does that.

Ruckus walks toward the ring.

Ruckus: I mean, come on. You couldn’t really believe that whiny, self-doubting, epitome of emo that you saw in that promo was ME?! I’m Ryan freakin’ Ruckus, not some sad sack on his knees, begging the gods of wrestling to tell him why he sucks. I am Ryan the Conqueror.

Climbing into the ring, he walks up to Terry Marvin, who isn’t certain if this confrontation will be between friends or foes.

Ruckus: But it seems like I’m a Conqueror with a fair few scheming little enemies as of late. And as such, I could certainly use somebody to have my back, until I get this whole Foxy / Smart Mark situation handled. …Now, I’m not sure what was said between you and that dime store knock off down there, but it’s easy to see why you were getting mixed signals, since you were getting them from two different ruckers. But this rucker right here is the real mccoy. And I’m willing to join your proposed alliance, Terry. But I have some conditions.

The Real Show smirks.

Terry: Really? And what exactly are they?

Ruckus: First, I want the group to be called the Contourage. You know, like Entourage, only with rapscallions such as you and myself.

Terry thinks a minute, then nods.

Terry: Yeah, I’m cool with that. Hell, I kinda like that name.

Ruckus: Which brings me to my second condition. …I want to be the guy in charge.

Terry: Get bent, you bald doofus. The alliance was my idea in the first place. I’m not going to let you come in here and take it over.

Ruckus shrugs.

Ruckus: Those are my conditions, Terry. Take ‘em or leave ‘em.

The Real Show thinks a minute, really mulling it over in his brain. Then-

Terry: Tell you what, let’s make a sport of it, shall we? We’re about to have a match, right. If you win, you’re in charge. If I win, well then, it’s the other way around, isn’t it.

Ruckus steps closer, puffing his chest out. The tension mounts. But then he puts his hand out.

Ruckus: Deal. And come somebody get that sack of crap of the ramp. I don’t want him dragging down the viewership rating of what’s bound to be the match of the night.

Ruckus and Terry shake hands as the arena security drags the Ruckus imposter to the back.

Terry: Ms. Paige, you may continue now.

Paige: And his opponent, already in the ring… from Hollywood, California… RYAN RUCKUS!!!

Ryan Ruckus vs. “The Real Show” Terry Marvin

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Ruckus and Marvin tie up in the middle of the ring, a move Ruckus regrets immediately as Marvin just shoves him backwards! Ruckus rolls backwards, and gets to his feet, looking at Marvin with kind of a smart alec look on his face. Ruckus begins to pace around the ring, trying to draw Marvin in, and “The Real Show” obliges, reaching in to grab at Ruckus, but R2 steps back and nails him with a Dropkick to the face! Ruckus tries to press his advantage, going for a quick Standing Leg Drop, landing across Marvin's throat! He then pulls Marvin up and whips him towards the ropes, jumping up and taking him down with a Hurricarana on the rebound! Marvin rolls out to the floor beneath the ropes due to the velocity of the move, and Ruckus immediately runs towards the ropes, grabbing the top rope and slingshoting himself over for a Suicide Slingshot Plancha! Marvin slides into the ring as Ruckus is flying through the air, and Ruckus crashes hard into the floor!

Harvey: That should at least knock the wind out of Ruckus, if not worse!

Chase: Depending on how he landed, there could be some damage to his ribs! Ruckus wrestles a very high impact, high risk style, and you've got to know that any time he's in a match, he'll end up doing something to himself that could come back to haunt him later on!

Marvin steps out between the ropes and pulls Ruckus up, giving him a couple of hard punches to the face before rolling him back into the ring. Marvin then rolls in himself, and gets to his feet, stomping Ruckus a couple of times in the ribs before pulling him up and giving him a Back Suplex, dropping Ruckus right on his head! He then gives Ruckus a Standing Elbow Drop, and transitions into a cover, 1
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Harvey: Ruckus was slow to kick out there early on in this match! Could his injuries be catching up with him!?

Chase: They very well could!

Marvin stays on the attack, pulling Ruckus back up to his feet and whipping him to the ropes, lifting him up for a Sidewalk Slam on the rebound! Marvin goes for another cover, 1
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Chase: A great counter from Marvin there, as he not only prevented Ruckus from hurting him, but also dealt more damage to those potentially injured ribs!

Ruckus is coughing a bit as Marvin pulls him up by the head, shooting him towards the ropes! Ruckus ducks Marvin's Clothesline attempt on the rebound, and puts on the breaks, giving Marvin a Dropkick to the Back before Marvin can turn around! Marvin falls face first into the ropes, and his hung up on the second rope! Ruckus yells out “937!” and pulls off a 619, nailing Marvin in the face!

Harvey: For those of you wondering, 937 is the area code of New Dover, Ohio, where Ruckus was born.

As Marvin falls backwards into the mat, Ruckus quickly mounts the top turnbuckle, and leaps off, nailing an impactful Diving Body Splash! He hooks Marvin's leg, 1
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Harvey: This has been a quick paced, back and forth contest thus far!

Chase: That's true, but I'd give the edge to Terry Marvin thus far! He's hit Ruckus with some high impact moves, and as such, R2 is very much worse for wear.

Marvin doesn't let Ruckus' kick out deter him, rather, just pulling Ruckus up and pulling off a Snapmare, followed up with a Dropkick to the back of the head! Ruckus is holding his head as Marvin mounts the top turnbuckle and motions for him to get up! As Ruckus makes his way to his feet, “The Real Show” comes flying off the ropes, nearly decapitating Ruckus with a Diving Lariat! He gives Ruckus no time to gather himself, pulling him up and performing the Northern Lights Suplex, bridging into a pin, 1
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Harvey: I've got to give it to Ruckus, he's fighting through Marvin's onslaught! But he's going to have to find a way to get on the offensive, otherwise this match will be over sooner, rather than later!

There's some isolated chants for Ruckus coming from the crowd, while the rest of the crowd just boos both men. Marvin yanks Ruckus back up and gets behind him to try and pull off a German Suplex, but Ruckus wraps his foot around Marvin's ankle, blocking the attempt! Ruckus then gives Marvin a couple of elbows to the side of the head and pulls off a standing switch, transitioning right into the Bulldog he was looking for earlier! He goes for the Standing Moonsault again, and hits it, hooking the near leg, 1
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Chase: I've noticed that there hasn't been the usual cheating from Ruckus this match! Could he actually respect somebody else here in APW!?

Harvey: That handshake didn't happen for nothing, but still, I have my doubts!

Ruckus makes his way to his feet, motioning for Marvin to get up, and as “The Real Show” does, Ruckus is right in there with a Rucker Dropper! As Marvin is still stunned, Ruckus pulls him back up and whips him towards the corner, but Marvin reverses it, sending Ruckus into the corner! As Marvin runs in, Ruckus sidesteps and gives him a Drop Toe Hold right into the bottom turnbuckle! Marvin's head snaps back sickly, and as he falls to the mat, Ruckus grabs a hold of his foot, dragging him away from the ropes before going for a cover, 1
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Harvey: These two have thrown everything but the proverbial kitchen sink at one another! What's it going to take for one of these two men to win!?

Chase: We saw these two men outlast 38 other competitors in the Survive and Conquer Match, so we know they can go the distance! Still, push will come to shove at some point in this contest!

Ruckus gets to his feet and gives Marvin a few kicks to the side before taking a couple of steps back and waiting for him to get to his feet. As Marvin is almost up, R2 rushes in and jumps up, landing on Marvin's shoulder and applying the RU-BAR! Marvin is howling in pain as Ruckus torques the arm, but Marvin stumbles over towards the ropes, throwing Ruckus and himself over to the arena floor! As they're falling, Ruckus lets go of the hold and gets a face full of floor! Marvin lands square on his back and the ref begins the ten count as both men are down!

“1!”

“2!”

Harvey: A creative counter from “The Real Show” there, but was it smart?

Chase: When your choices are to take a nasty fall or lose a match, well, most guys would pick the nasty fall!

“3!”

“4!”

Marvin begins to stir, while Ruckus is still out in Lala-Land.

“5!”

“6!”

“7!”

Marvin is making his way up to his feet, pulling Ruckus up with him.

“8!”

Marvin rolls Ruckus back in the ring.

“9!”

Marvin barely slides in at the last moment, and crawls over to Ruckus, draping an arm over him, 1
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Chase: With all that he's been through in this match, how the heck is Ryan Ruckus still going!?

By this point, Marvin is pissed, and he pulls Ruckus up, and drills him right back into the mat with a Side Effect! Marvin goes for the cover again, 1
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Harvey: Another kick out by Ryan Ruckus! He's not easy to beat, that's for sure!

Marvin yells at the ref that it was three, but wants to end this match in a jiffy. He gives Ruckus a few kicks to the ribs before pulling him up and pulling him in a Double Arm DDT position! Before Marvin can pull off the Whiplash, Ruckus reaches down deep to give him a Back Body Drop, and turns around quick to catch him with the Cluster Ruck as he's getting up! Ruckus goes for the cover, 1
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Winner: Ryan Ruckus[/center]

Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Ryan Ruckus!

Harvey: That Cluster-Ruck came from out of nowhere! And it was enough for Ryan Ruckus to pick up the win here tonight!

Chase: Terry Marvin really had Ryan Ruckus on the ropes for much of that match, but Ryan Ruckus pulled through, and hit a game-changing maneuver that allowed him to win here tonight!

Harvey: Well there you have it, folks. Ryan Ruckus and Terry Marvin. The Contourage is born.

Chase: And the APW will never be the same!! … I always wanted to say that.

“I Hope You Die” blares over the speakers as Ruckus gets his arm raised by the ref! Ruckus' small number of fans are cheering loudly, as a majority of the crowd sits there, not knowing whether to boo or cheer, because they hate both men. Ruckus acts like he's just won the Super Bowl, hooting and hollering, and making a general jerk out of himself. Terry Marvin rolls out of the ring, allowing Ruckus to celebrate his victory.

[President Jeff]

President Jeff is sitting his office as he coaxes back and relaxes. The main-event was less then an hour away and he could rest easy knowing that by the end of the night, Level-One was going to get what he deserved. However, President Jeff couldn't get too comfortable just yet... especially, the way Level-One kicked in his door and stormed into his office! President Jeff sits up and before he knows it; a large bag is tossed onto his desk.

President Jeff: What the hell are you doing here!? Security!?

Level-One: Don't be a fool, Jeff. Security, is busy with far more important issues right now...

President Jeff urgently reaches for his the security intercom as he calls for help. Level-One isn't alarmed by this; pun fully intended. This is because he had already thought several steps ahead. He reaches into his bag of goodies and pulls out a cross word book throwing it at Jeff.

Level-One: Your under paid security team is trying to crack the code to his bulky cross word puzzle book. Maybe if you weren't such a cheap bastard they wouldn't have bought into my special challenge for a cash price...

President Jeff: Lester, I swear if you lay a single finger on me—I have every right to suspend you indefinitely which means no Sally Talfourd at Rasslemania!

Level-One: Well, don't you worry about that, Jeff. I am not here to hurt you. I am merely here to take issue with an unfounded claim you made last week at my expense. You see, Jeff... you outright insulted my intelligence when you claimed you were smarter then me. You questioned my word when I said Sally Talfourd is the one that hit you with that world championship. Lastly, you made ME look like the bad guy last week in-front of all my fans!

Level-One reaches into his bag of goodies and pulls out two Rubik cubes. A second later a referee walks through the door. He's a skinny, lengthy, white kid wearing thin glasses. He obviously isn't an official referee and President Jeff takes notice to this.

President Jeff: Who the hell is this!? I never hired you as a referee! You need to get out of my office right now this is a breech of security.

Level-One: The last time I checked, Jeff... Sally Talfourd wasn't a referee either but that didn't stop you did it?

President Jeff clinches his teeth as the referee explains the rules.

Referee: This is a Rubik cube competition. The first competitor to solve their puzzle will be granted one point in the IQ challenge. The first one to score three points in these series of challenges will be granted the winner and thus deemed more intelligent. Are you ready?

Level-One: All good to go, sir...

President Jeff: What!? No, no I am not ready!

The referee singles for the competition to start, anyways. The two competitors quickly start shifting the slides to their Rubik cube as Level-One looks over at Jeff working away at his intensely, his tongue sticks out the side of his mouth like a dog. Suddenly, Level-One reaches over and slaps the Rubik cube from President Jeff's hand and finishes his puzzle.



Referee: The winner of this round is Level-One! Level-One has been awarded one point and leads the way, by 1-0...

President Jeff: Ref, he slapped the Rubik cube from my hand! He should be disqualified. Isn't that against the rules?

Level-One interrupts.

Level-One: The referee doesn't follow rules. Rules don't exist if they aren't enforced. Maybe, I shouldn't have chosen such a bias referee to mediate this match but then again, neither did you...

Level-One says firmly as he stares at President Jeff like a madman. He forcefully shoves a hand into the bag and pulls out cue cards. He hands the cue cards over to the referee where he explains what the second round will consist of.

Referee: This is called the math quiz. A series of three questions will be asked. These will consist of complicated math equations. Whoever solves the most math equations wins. In the event that there is a tie, the competitor who spends less time answering the questions will be named the winner. To determine who is going to go first, you two will engage in a game of rock-paper-scissors. The first one to win will have the choice of going first or second. Are you ready?

The two competitors nod as the referee signals for the game to begin.

Level-One... ROCK! President Jeff responds with... ROCK!; Cats game, the referee calls.
Level-One... SCISSORS! President Jeff cuts back with... SCISSORS!; Cats game, the referee calls.
President Jeff fires back with... PAPER! Level-One responds with... LEVEL-ONE!; Level-One wins!

President Jeff: What!? How did he win!? He didn't even choose rock, paper, or scissors!

Level-One: I'm Level-One. I beat all. You should have known.

Referee: Or at least, tried to respond with a Level-Two.

Level-One: I hate Level-two!

President Jeff is beside himself at this point as Level-One points at Jeff.

Level-One: I want him to go first.

The referee starts a timer as he begins the first question;

Referee: What is; 3x^2-27)divided by 4)] times[ 8x^2) divided by(9-3x)]divided by [(x^2+3x) divided by 6?

President Jeff: Umm...

Referee: The answer isn't umm. Incorrect! Next question. How many meters would it take to travel around the world, ten times?

President: Do you even have the answer to that?

Referee: Yes, a lot. Next question... how many singles matches has Level-One won during his career?

President Jeff: 90!

Referee: That is correct...

Level-One interrupts lifting his index finger up in the air.

Level-One: Actually, it's 91 wins to be exact. We're counting tonight's in advance...

Referee: Thank you for bringing that to my attention. Sorry, President Jeff. We're going to need to take that point from you.

President Jeff drops his head down low in defeat as Level-One takes the hot seat. The referee holds up the cue cards only this time the answer is on the front...

Referee: What is 2 + 2 +1...

Level-One: =5!

Referee: Correct!

The referee throws the cue cards behind him as Level-One is named the victor leading the IQ test, 2-0. President Jeff has had enough of this as he stands up to object.

President Jeff: This isn't even fair! You're giving him easier questions!

Level-One: No, Jeff what isn't fair is the handicap match you put me in scheduled for later tonight! What you are dealing with now is just my superior intellect that is beyond your mental ivory tower of comprehension. And just because you can't handle it there is no need to dumb things down by taking your ball home!

President Jeff: A retard could have done what you done!

Level-One: Jason Royce never could have done what I just did, are you kidding me!? And if I am a retard what does that make you!?

The two meet face to face as Level-One shoves a hand into his bag of tricks pulling out the last test. It's a small electrical device. He places it on the table as the referee explains how this round works.

Referee: This is the shock challenge, speed round. This will test your wrestling IQ. I will ask you three questions related to both of your careers. Whoever answers the question correctly first will be awarded a point best two out of three wins. The loser of each question will be jolted with an electric shock.

President Jeff looks at the machine with caution as he shakes his head back and forth violently, objecting to be being strapped with the device. The referee grabs the electrodes and slaps them on President Jeff's frontal lobe, regardless of protest. Level-One calmly attaches the electrodes to his temple as he smiles at President Jeff.

Referee: The first question. How many championships has President Jeff won...

President Jeff: I've won 13 world championships!

President Jeff is jolted with an electric shock which has him shaking in his chair and he yells out a roar in pain.

Referee: The question was, how many championships has President Jeff won... in the APW.

Level-One: Haha, you uppity bastard. To answer your own question, ZERO. The truth hurts, doesn't it Jeffy?

President Jeff is gasping for air at this point ready to pass out as he tries to remain composed for the second question.

Referee: How many times has Sally Talfourd beat Level-One!?

Level-One: Never!

Level-One is jolted with a shock as Level-One giggles like a school boy. Clearly, the voltage didn't contain one tenth of what President Jeff had to endure.

Level-One: Okay, so maybe I lied—but honestly, she should have NEVER ever beat me to begin with! The fact that she did... well... it's still taking me sometime to admit to myself. I figured, I could give up the point to Jeff in the name of keeping my humility!

Referee: It's 1-1; whoever get's this next question wins. Who is the greater competitor; President Jeff or Level-One!

President Jeff & Level-One: LEVEL-ONE!

They both say it at the same time; but the system registers it later with President Jeff and in turn he receives an electric shock. It's enough to make President Jeff convulse and collapse to the ground as he violently tugs at the electrical chord pulling it off of his face. The referee raises Level-One's hand in the air as Level-One rises to his feet.

Level-One: I'm glad we could agree on that one, Jeff—maybe we can really stand on common ground one day, but for now? You're down there and I am up here. You've been sweeped intellectually. Three nil, baby!

Level-One leans over the desk as President Jeff mumbles under his breath still recoiling from the electric shock.

Level-One: You may have out muscled me with your thug brigade, Jeff; but you haven't outsmarted me. You'll NEVER outsmart me!

Level-One signals for the referee to tend to President Jeff as Level-One marches out of his office, slamming the door shut behind him. The camera spans over to see the referee tending to President Jeff as we fade to a commercial break

[President Jeff]

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the APW Overdrive Championship!

The first few second of Hard to See by Five Finger Death Punch begin to play throughout the arena as the lights dim and flash red and black just as the music picks up tempo. From out of the curtains steps AJ King. He makes his way to the edges of the entrance stage pointing out into the crowd and walking over to the other side doing the same.

"Im growing so disturbed
Nothing makes sense to me anymore
Im learning to resist
Becoming more than you ever were"

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, the challenger, weighing in at 215 pounds, from Ocean View, Delaware, AJ King!

Harvey: Tonight is AJ King's chance to make a huge impact here in APW! His opponent has been on a real hot streak, and if AJ is able to defeat Biggs tonight, he'll take home his first championship here in APW!

Chase: Hate to tell you this, but that's not gonna happen!

As the tempo picks up again AJ King runs down the ramp towards the ring sliding into the ring on his stomach, and quickly popping back up to his feet and seemingly running up the corner turnbuckle as he throws his hands outward in the air posing for the crowd.

"Cant explain, whats come over me (come over me)
Cant explain, why its so hard for me,
So hard to see your side."

AJ jumps down and runs to another corner as the music continues and finally jumps down as the last bit of lyrics fade out.

"Projecting all my anger
I cant seem to get this through to you
The walls are closing in
I dare you to walk in my shoes..."

The arena lights fades to a dim blue and bright blue laser lights shoot from the stage while strobe lights flash around the arena as “Spaceman,” by The Killers, hits the speakers, and Biggs makes his entrance to a chorus of boos. The Overdrive Championship belt is clasped around his waist as he stands on the stage, flashing his trademark smirk. He has a dance in his step as he heads down the ramps towards the ring, mocking the fans as he goes along.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 217 pounds, from Seattle, Washington, he is the APW Overdrive Champion, Biggs!

Harvey: This is Biggs' fourth Overdrive Title defense in as many weeks, and while he overcame a huge obstacle last week in Ryan Ruckus, he'd better not look past AJ King here tonight!

Chase: I can assure you that the fightingest Overdrive Champion in APW history would never be guilty of such a crime! Other ones, maybe, but overlooking his opposition, no.

As Biggs reaches the ring, he walks up the ring steps before slingshotting himself over the top rope and into the ring. He then unclasps his Overdrive Championship and holds it up high, prompting blue fireworks to shoot out of the turnbuckles! The music begins to fade and the lights turn back to normal as Biggs hands his belt to the ref before removing his shades and jacket. The ref holds the title high in the air before calling for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

APW Overdrive Championship Match
Biggs © vs. AJ King

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The two men immediately lock up in the middle of the ring, and Biggs gives King a Rake to the Eyes, drawing boos from the crowd and an admonishment from the ref! Biggs heeds no attention, instead whipping King towards the ropes. However, King is quick on his feet, jumping up as he nears the ropes, and leaping off to hit Biggs with a Springboard Dropkick! King reaches down to pull Biggs up by the hair, giving him a few hard punches before pulling him in position for a DDT! However, Biggs hits him hard in the side a couple of times, and wriggles out of the DDT position, grabbing a hold of King's arm and twisting it behind him into a Hammerlock! Biggs then wraps his free arm around the face of King from behind and takes him down with the Shockwave Reverse DDT, maintaining the Hammerlock on the way down! Biggs gives King a couple of quick kicks to the side and then runs to the ropes, popping out onto the apron and grabbing a hold of the top rope, going for a Slingshot Flipping Leg Drop! King gets out of the way just in time, and rolls up to his feet, nailing Biggs with a brutal Straight Kick right to the face! King goes for a cover, 1
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Chase: It's going to take more than that if he wants to win the championship!

Harvey: True, but still, an impressive counter from King there!

King continues to press his advantage, pulling Biggs up to his feet and giving him a series of punches and kicks that backs the champ into the corner! He continues to beat on Biggs in the corner, nailing him with a flurry of blows that takes the champ aback. King backs away a bit, and as Biggs stumbles out of the corner, King grabs him up and delivers a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Biggs arches his back a bit as he lays on the mat, and King is right there to try and apply a Triangle Choke, but it's too early in the match, and Biggs wriggles free, rolling away to create some distance between King and himself. Biggs takes a defensive stance as he makes his way to his feet, waiting to see what King does next. King doesn't take the bate, instead telling Biggs to come to him. The two men circle around the ring a bit until Biggs rushes in and catches King with a hard Forearm Shot to the face! Biggs then whips King into the ropes, and catches him on the rebound with the Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker! The Overdrive Champ follows up by getting to the side of the downed King and drives his knees into the side of King again and again! Biggs then rolls King onto his belly, and applies the Camel Clutch!

Chase: This is classic Biggs! He starts off quick and then slows the match down at will, dictating the pace of the match throughout!

Harvey: I wouldn't say throughout, although it is one of the champ's strengths.

While keeping the Camel Clutch in, Biggs gives King a few Crossface Forearms, taunting him as he does so! After about five or six Forearms, Biggs releases the clutch, and rams King's face into the mat before turning him over and going for a cover, 1
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King gets the shoulder up! Biggs then pulls the challenger up by the head, punching him on the way up before whipping him into the ropes! Biggs telegraphs the Backbody Drop, allowing King to respond with a Scissor Kick to the champ, taking him down to the mat! King then mounts the champ, thrashing him with a series of methodical punches, giving Biggs time to think about each blow before it comes! After several blows, King transitions into a cover, 1
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Kick out from Biggs!

Harvey: Both of these men are working on wearing the other down, but neither one has gone for the home run shot yet!

Chase: It's still very early in the match, and both competitors realize how well conditioned their opponents are!

King stays focused, pulling his opponent back up to a vertical base before getting behind him to perform a German Suplex! King follows up by keeping the hands locked together, pulling Biggs back up before transitioning to his front, and hooking him up for a Fisherman's Suplex, bridging it into a pinning combination, 1
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Harvey: King is starting to chain together some high impact moves! If he can keep it up, he may just win the Overdrive Championship tonight!

King has a serious look on his face as he begins to pull the champ back up again, but this time, Biggs gives him a hard shove that sends him stumbling backwards into the ropes! Biggs then jumps up and gives King a Dropkick right to the face, and as King falls to the mat, Biggs is right there to sit him up and apply a Chin Lock while pressing his knee into the small of King's back!

Chase: Biggs is looking to regain control of this match by slowing it down and keeping King off his feet!

Biggs torques King's neck and back, pulling back as hard as he can. However, Biggs knows he's not going to get King to submit at this juncture in the match up, and after keeping him in the hold for a better part of a minute, Biggs lets go and pops up to his feet, immediately nailing King with a Short Dropkick to the back of the head! Biggs then stands there, motioning for King to get back up, and as King begins to sit up, Biggs runs towards the ropes, and nails him with a Shining Wizard! Biggs hooks the leg, 1
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King rolls his shoulder up! Biggs follows up by giving King a few Elbows to the side of the head before getting up to his feet and giving King a couple of hard Soccer Kicks to the ribs! Biggs then grabs a hold of King's head, bringing him back up to a vertical base before whipping him into the corner! The Overdrive Champ then rushes towards King, going for a Corner Clothesline, but King jumps up and pulls off a Sunset Flip from the corner, pinning Biggs' shoulders to the mat, 1
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Harvey: King almost caught the champion there!

Biggs is pissed, and as both men make their way up to their feet, Biggs gives King a hard Slap right across the face! This fires King up, and he nails Biggs with a hard punch to the side of the face! Both men continue to trade blows as they make their way up to their feet! Once they're up, Biggs gives King a thumb to the eyes, and grabs him by the head, looking to toss him over the ropes! On the way out, King grabs a hold of the top rope and Skins the Cat, making his way back into the ring! Biggs turns around to get a Roundhouse Kick to the face, sending him spinning around and falling to the mat!

Harvey: What a kick! We could have a new champion right here!

King is quick to cover him, 1
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Biggs gets his shoulder up, drawing loud boos from the crowd! A “Let's go, AJ! Let's go, AJ!” chant gets going as King gets to his feet, and measures Biggs up. As Biggs slowly makes his way to his feet, AJ goes for another Roundhouse Kick, but Biggs ducks it, and grabs King into a Schoolboy Pin, getting a handful of King's trunks as he does so, 1
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Chase: Biggs saw the kick coming, and dodged it like a pro! He almost got the win out of it, too!

Harvey: By cheating, but I'm sure that fact was lost on you, wasn't it?

On the way up, King yells at the ref that Biggs was cheating, but while doing so, Biggs comes up from behind and gives him a Running Flying Forearm to the back of the head! Biggs then pulls him up by the head, locking it in a ¾ Headlock, before running up the ropes and nailing the Bigg Time!

Chase: There's the Bigg Time! You know what's next!

Biggs mounts the top turnbuckle and leaps off, connecting with a UFO Frog Splash! He hooks the leg, and the count is all but academic, 1
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3! DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Biggs[/center]

Paige: Here is your winner, and still the Overdrive Champion, Biggs!

Harvey: A good showing from AJ King here tonight, but not enough to earn him the Overdrive Champion.

Chase: Biggs continues his historic Overdrive Title run with that impressive victory!

“Spaceman” begins to play while the fans boo and the ref hands Biggs his Overdrive Championship belt before raising his arm in victory! Biggs calls for his shades and jacket, putting them on before beginning to dance around the ring as his music continues to play. His celebration is cut short though, as Slayer's “Raining Blood” hits the speakers and President Jeff emerges on the stage, getting loud cheers from the fans! He has a mic in hand, and waists no time beginning to speak.

Jeff: Biggs, allow me to be the first to congratulate you on your title defense here tonight. But you know as well as I do that I'm not out here to suck up to you, Biggs, so I'll get right to the point. Thus far, you've been successful in your goal to defend the Overdrive Championship each week until RassleMania.

By this point, Biggs has a mic in the ring.

Biggs: Darn straight! It's because I'm the greatest Overdrive Champion of all time!

Jeff: Well, I'm going to let you put your money where your mouth is and prove it at RassleMania, because you'll be defending that Overdrive Championship against not one, not two, heck not even three men, but four APW Mega Stars in an Overdrive Championship Scramble Match!

The fans pop at this announcement.

Jeff: And your opponents will be AJ King! Chris Cyrus! Ryan Ruckus! And the challenger for you Overdrive Championship on next week's Overdrive, this man!

“Hate Me Now” begins to play as Terry Marvin heads out onto the stage and glares down at Biggs. The Overdrive Champion has a look of concern on his face as Marvin just continues to glare at him.

Jeff: Biggs, before you complain about me screwing you or being out to get you, just remember that you asked for this! You asked for the opportunity to prove that you're the greatest Overdrive Champion of all time, and now you got it! That is if you can make it to RassleMania as champion!

Jeff gives Biggs a sarcastic wave before disappearing to the back while Marvin continues to stare down the champion!

Harvey: What a huge announcement for RassleMania! The Overdrive Championship will be defended in a Scramble Match!

Chase: This is completely unfair! President Jeff is out to get Biggs, plain and simple!

Overdrive goes to commercial

[President Jeff]

Paige: This bout is scheduled for one fall, with the winner earning a spot on Team APW for the War Games match at Rasslemania. Introducing first, standing 6'2", and weighing in at 190 pounds, he hails from New York, New York, please welcome FIREDRAGOOONNNNNNNNNN!

All the lights in the arena cut out. The crowd is going wild. Out of nowhere fire shoots up from the stage and the entrance ramp to the ring. Out from backstage runs The Fire Dragon as "Thunder Struck" by AC/DC kicks in. The Fire Dragon makes his way to the ring, tearing up a few fans signs along the way down the ramp.

The Fire Dragon gets to the edge of the ring and climbs on to the apron and into the ring. He walks to the opposite side and takes a seat on the top turnbuckle, watching the entrance ramp for his opponent.

Paige: Introducing next, his opponent. He stands at 6'7", and officially weighs in at 315 pounds, please welcome, all the way from Los Angeles, California...CAPTAIN KLAPPTONNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!

Releasing the Demons by Godsmack pumps in throughout the arena, the crowd is looking on in awe awaiting the presence of the madman.

"What It Is" Captain Klappton steps thru the curtain and hits the ramp. Klappton taunts the fans on his way to the ring by getting in their faces and psychotically cackling at them. Some fans throw trash at the big monster but Klappton just swats the trash back in their faces. Klappton slowly climbs the ring steps as he continues to taunt and scream at the fans. Klappton steps over the top rope and enters the ring. Upon entering the ring he stops looks to the ceiling and begins cackling sadistically.

Chase: What we have here tonight is a vast contrast in styles. The much larger Captain Klappton will look to throw his weight around while Fire Dragon will want to use speed.

Harvey: Speed would give him the edge, but APW's a drug free company, so he's going to have to win this match by being quicker.

Chase: I really hate you sometimes. You do know that, don't you?

Fire Dragon Vs Captain Klappton


The bell dings, and the Captain tries to charge forward with a big boot, but Firedragon swiftly rolls under it, and begins firing piston-like low kicks to the legs of the captain.

Chase: The captain trying to gain the offensive advantage early like last week, but Fire Dragon is much quicker than El Intimador!

Harvey: Quicker, definitely. Smarter? Not a chance.

Dragon continues to fire away, as a bruise already surfaces on the left thigh of the Captain. The Captain is trying to time the kicks, but Fire Dragon is proving to be too quick. He goes to fire another one, but the Captain catches it and drops him flat with a right haymaker that lands flush on the chin! Fire Dragon crumbles like a ton of bricks.

Chase: Ouch! His jaw might be broken!

Harvey: Yeah, because you can tell if a masked man's jaw is broken.

The Captain swarms on the grounded Firedragon, wailing away with a vicious salvo of punches. He then lifts him by the head, and launches him from the middle of the ring into the corner. The Captain bullrushes forward, blasting Firedragon with a wicked corner lariat. He then begins to tee off once more with punches until the referee counts him out of the corner and then pulls him away. Standing in the middle of the ring, a fired up Captain looks to the crowd and screams

"IT IS WHAT IT I--"

FAP!

The Captain is interrupted by a thudding superkick that lands right on his jawline. It doesn't knock him down, but it certainly wobbles him. He stumbles across the ring and falls over the top rope. Firedragon takes off like a shot, dropkicking the Captain in the shoulder and forcing him through the ropes and to the outside floor. While the Captain stirs on the outside, Firedragon signals to the crowd that he's going to fly.

Chase: Firedragon better be careful, El Imitador tried a high flying manuever on the Captain last week and nearly got his shoulder separated for his troubles!

Harvey: Funny how you left out the part where El Imitador is 265 pounds of Chorizo Con Huevos and took eight months to climb the turnbuckle. The Captain had already gone home, celebrated both his parents birthdays, raised a litter of puppies and was back in plenty of time to catch him.

Firedragon shoots off into the ropes, darts toward the front of the ring, leaps up on the top rope, dives off

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And lands a picture perfect Corkscrew Plancha!

Firedragon is hit with recoil, and he writhes momentarily, clutching his lower back. He gets to his feet, and runs over to the announcer's table. He shoves the timekeeper out of his chair and then takes it. He sets up the chair near the Captain, who is trying to prop himself on the ring apron. Firedragon takes a few steps back, and bolts toward the chair. He leaps on the chair, steps off it in a missle dropkick attempt, but is caught by the Captain, who in one fluid motion nearly puts him through the floor with a powerslam.

He picks up the Firedragon, and forces him under the bottom rope. He follows him back in, and knocks him flat with a big boot. Firedragon crumbles to the mat, and Captain Klappton pins him, hooking the leg.

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Firedragon weakly gets the arm up.

The Captain is quickly back to his feet, and is back to work, putting the boots to the spine of Firedragon. He pulls him to his feet, fires him off into the ropes, and effortlessly lifts him up high in the air in a Gorilla Press position. The Captain calmly strolls around the ring, all the while holding Firedragon high above his head. He plays to the crowd by pumping his arms, essentially "bench pressing" Firedragon.

Chase: The Captain is impressive with his strength!

Harvey: There's nothing impressive about one of your hands palming another guy's package.

The Captain stops in the center of the ring, he launches Firedragon high into the air. He hits the mat with a sickening thud, and it appears to be over, as the Captain pins him while digging his elbow into the face of Firedragon.

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Firedragon gets his leg on the bottom rope!

Chase: You've got admire the heart of Firedragon.

Harvey: Heart, Schmart, he needs to step it up.

The Captain bangs the mat in frustration and shouts at the ref. He then creates some distance, and begins mesuring Firedragon for another big boot. Firedragon slowly makes it to his feet, and the Captain lunges toward him, but Firedragon ducks it, and the Captain gets hung up over the top rope! The crowd let's out a collective "oooh".

Chase: He's gonna feel that in the morning.

Harvey: Look on the bright side, if that move did enough damage, we might be existence the sight of giant, red faced, permanently angry, mentally unbalanced kids screaming at the tops of their lungs.

Firedragon takes advantage, by springboard off the second rope adjacent to where the Captain is hung up, and cracks him square with a Springboard Roundhouse kick. The Captain goes down in a heap, and Firedragon goes for the pin.

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But the Captain kicks out with authority, easily tossing Firedragon from on top of him. Firedragon lands on his feet, stomps the Captain's throat, turns, and lands a swift Standing Moonsault with flawless excecution. He pins the Captain once more this time hooking both legs.

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The Captain powers out again.

This time Firedragon shows signs of frustration by arguing with the Ref. He goes back to work on the Captain, tryng to pull him to his feet by his right arm. The Captain takes advantage of this, and levels Firedragon with a short arm clothesline, leaving him prone in the center of the ring. The Captain goes to the corner, where begins climbing the second rope. Suddenly, Firedragon springs to his feet. He drives his fist right into the bread basket of the Captain, and climbs the to the top rope as well. He begins raining down stiff punches on the skull of the Captain. After balancing himself on the top rope, he leaps onto the Captain's shoulders, trying to take him over with a Hurricanranna, but the Captain doesn't go! He lifts him back up....

Chase: Uh oh, you know what time it is, or rather, you're about to find out .....

Harvey: Oh, god, as if we haven't heard it enough already.

Captain Klappton & Crowd: IT IS WHAT IT IS!

The Captain leaps off with Firedragon on his shoulders, and nearly drives him through the mat with a booming Klappton's Contraption! He pins Firedragon....

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3!

Winner: Captain Klappton

Harvey: We now have our 3rd person for team APW for Rasslemania's War Games match against IWC

Chase: Pence Weatherlight, Tommy Knoxville and now Captain Klappton, sounds like a winning team to me.

The Captain celebrates in the ring as Overdrive cuts backstage

Backstage the crew is working hard on making the show work as Pence passes by looking around with a grin. He is wearing his in-ring attire and looks pumped up. Outside the fans can be heard cheering, most of which are people who received free tickets from his little show the other night. As he walks toward his locker room, which happens to be near the personel area, Pence is stopped by Cindy Shannon as he nearly gets into his locker room.

Cindy: Pence! Pence! Wait up!

Pence turns around nearly done unlocking his locker room door as he turns around to see Cindy.

Pence: What is up, Cindy? I was just about to go to my locker room and relax a bit before my match.

Cindy: I was wondering if I could get a few words from you tonight. Mainly pertaining to what you view your role being on team APW at Rasslemania.

Pence leans against the door to his locker room and grins even wider.

Pence: I've got time.

Cindy: Good! Lets start with how important do you feel this match coming up at Rasslemania is.

Pence: Cindy, this match is huge. It is bigger than any other match on the card in my opinion. Mainly due to the fact that it is against our wily counterparts, IWC. The fact is this is a match that is going to display the best talent that both companies have and both companies are surely going to push their teams to their limit. I mean just a minute ago I was in a meeting with Jeff. He told me to go all out at Rasslemania. He gave me the clear to rip some one's head off if I had to for Christ's sake. He is taking things seriously and in that same boat so am I.

Cindy nods her head and then asks another question.

Cindy: What do you view your role on team APW being? Some say you view yourself as the leader is that true?

Pence chuckles as he replies, nodding his head in agreement.

Pence: Name one other guy you would want to lead your army into battle? I'm the best Jeff has in reserve. I don't have a title right now so I can focus my efforts into preparing Team APW for the showdown. I've been watching footage, I've been taking notes, I've been talking battle strategy with Knoxville. I think I'm the best suited to lead team APW and I look forward to seeing who exactly Jeff is picking for this team...I really hope that we can get another grade 'A' star because as of right now...as is currently constructed...I'm worried that IWC will over-run us.

Cindy: How so?

Pence: Well the most obvious answer is that team IWC will fill its' team's roster with champions. I'm going to need all stars to beat them. Not new bloods, but proven workers. Guys who know how to operate in the ring and guys who know how to work the microphone. I just hope Jeff doesn't underestimate the foe placed in front of us just because they are on a lower budget doesn't mean that they have trash for fighters. James Chambers for instance would be a guaranteed pick and I want to have someone beside myself who can take him down.

Cindy nods her head again and waits a few moments before asking another question.

Cindy: Pence...going into Rasslemania, you have had a horrible run of things. Your career has seem to have up-ended. How do you get back on track to being the big time wrestler that you think you are?

Pence glares at her and then sighs. Not wanting to lash out at her because of the question.

Pence: Well, Cindy...I know I have been having a rough time. Great wrestlers go through this period in their careers where they can't seem to buy a win. Look at Lester, the only way he can get wins is by being a humongous cock sucker. But it can't be helped...he just loves the dick too much to stop sucking. Right now, he isn't going to win a title. I promise you that. It is odd really that both of us go through that phases of our career together because I'm nothing like that queer. However, I'm going to snap out of my losing rut tonight.

Cindy: Your match up is, C.J. Gates though. He is quite good.

Pence: Yeah, he is, and that is what makes this match all the more important for me to win it all. I'm not going to fucking roll over and let C.J. fuck with my career. Guy is so full of himself that if you poked him he would bleed himself. I can't stand that sort of shit...plus he thinks he is better liked than me. Hold on one second, Cindy.

Pence takes the microphone from Cindy, who looks at him confused, but doesn't stop him.

Pence: Why don't we tell, Gates, just how wrong he is!? If you think Mr. Main Event snaps his skid tonight...chant my name!

Outside in the arena almost everyone begins to chant "Weatherlight" as loud as they can. It is almost deafening as the scene goes back to backstage where Pence hands back the microphone to Cindy and grins.

Pence: As you can see...people love Mr. Main Event no matter what he does. With good reason of course! Because I'm the People's Champ! Because I'm Mr. Main Event! And because I am going to bring every fucking night...GRADE "A" ENTERTAINMENT!"

More chants all around the arena.

Pence: You see, C.J., he made one big fucking mistake and that was underestimating how much I have done for everyone in this arena and in the wrestling community. While he was boohooing as an owner of some fucking federation in the middle of fucktown, USA, I was fighting giants. I was slaying the best in the business and getting my name lit up in lights. I am a future hall of famer and I have yet to even get close to finishing my career. I am the future and tonight...I will prove that to everyone again that Pence Weatherlight is better than Level One, he is better than Sally, better than almost the whole damn roster. So you just watch, Cindy. You all watch and praise my glory tomorrow morning because this match. This match between the top dog and the underdog. This match is going to highlight APW for the rest of time. Ladies and gentlemen, I'm out...see you later.

Pence unlocks his door and walks inside, leaving Cindy smiling at the fact that Pence is so pumped up. The fans have not yet stopped cheering as Overdrive cuts to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Backstage again, and wouldn't you know it! Sally Talfourd is back. She's on TV more when she doesn't have a match than when she does have one! This time, she's not just walking around for the attention. She is just leaving the doc's room, getting her check-over so she can be signed off for the show. She sees the camera and, the gal that she is, heads straight towards it to give those loving Sally Talfourd fans some more attention. However, before she can get there, her face turns white, she stops, then quickly dives to the side. The cameraman rushes up to her, and we see her almost hiding as she leans up against the wall, a back to the direction she was just walking.

Sally: Please don't let him see me ... please don't let him ...

CJ Gates: Let him what?

Ahhh, that explains it. The cameraman backs out and we see CJ Gates standing alongside Sally. She looks at him, pretending she that she hadn't just tried to hide from him, then smiles that smile we're getting used to.

CJ: What are you doing here?

Sally: Me? Here? *Sally looks like a deer in headlights* I was just .... ummm ... looking for my contact lens! Yes, that's right. It's a secret of mine. They are for my sensative eys. They get red and blurry when I see too much awesome. I have to put them on first thing in the monrning, otherwise I can't look in the mirror.

CJ cocks an eyebrow at Sally. Sally pretends to look around on the floor, then throws her hands up in desperation. She gives up ... looking for the imaginary contact. She looks back at CJ with another devious smile.

Sally: So ... CJ ... how are you? *CJ goes to answer, but Sally just keeps on a roll* That's great. Hey, you know, good luck with your match tonight. Make sure you put one over on Pence. He really sucked last week, right? I think he lost us that match. You think so to? *Again, CJ tries to answer, but Sally just keeps on going* You do! Oh that's such a relief. I'm glad we're on the same page. I really hope you didn't think I was blaming you – because that's just not what I'm thinking. Anyway, you have a great night, CJ!

Sally with another pat on the shoulder (she's really turning into 'one of the boys'), and she quickly turns to get out of there.

CJ: So you don't blame me? *Sally waves a hand at him as she gets further away* Because fifteen minutes ago, I just watched you blame me and Pence.

Sally stops. There's a moment there when she thinks it might be better to just keep on walking. But she can't help herself. She turns back, and with a slow and idle walk, she saunters back to CJ.

Sally: Come on CJ! You know how it is, right? You get a camera in your face, the crowds are expecting something. It's all for show, CJ. You know what gets the ratings in ... oh wait, no, you don't actually know anything about ratings.

CJ: Listen Sally ...

Sally: No you listen, CJ! I had another prime opportunity to get another win over Lester last week and somehow I'm standing alongside a pair of teenage girls still trying to figure out when their tits are about to start growing! That's how much ring presence you both had last week! I would have thought two former champions would have known a little better, but once again you're both proved to be all hype and no substance.

CJ: Do you think my patience is just going to go on forever? I've turned a blind eye or I've forgiven you for everything you've said since Survive and Conquer. I have no idea what's got to this angry, and I don't want to know. If it keeps up though, Sally, this isn't going to be ending well at all. You're turning into another Level-One, and that's exactly how I'll treat you.

Sally lets out a short laugh. A roll off the eyes, and she starts to back away.

Sally: Maybe you should focus on tag teaming that married couple instead of trying to sneak up behind me?

Sally stops, thinks about what she just said. CJ has to try and figure it out too.

CJ: Did you mean for that to sound like ...

Sally: Shut up!

Sally turns and, with a brisk walk, is out of that rather awkward situation faster than she walked into it. We go to ringside


“Survival of the Sickest” by Saliva plays over the speakers as the crowd boos. After a few moments, Johnny Knuckles walks out holding a Singapore cane in hand and holds it high in the air.

Harvey: Not a very warm welcome for Knuckles here is it?

Chase: That’s because these idiot fans just don’t get it do they?

Harvey: What’s to get? He’s been nothing but a bully for months and Branden Harvey is getting his chance tonight to extract some revenge.

Knuckles makes his way to the ring as the crowd continues to boo him. He slides in the ring with a grin on his face as he slams the cane on the ground to rile the arena up.

Harvey: He’s even taunting the crowd. I can’t wait to see Harvey make him suffer.

Chase: Shut up Harvey! This guy can take a hit and no matter how hard Branden swings that cane tonight, there’s nothing he could do to finish the job most couldn’t to begin with.

“Fuel” by Metallica plays over the speakers as Branden Harvey walks out also holding a Singapore cane and as he rises it in the air, the crowd erupts with excitement.

Chase: See how stupid these people are?

Harvey: Stupid!? A look in the mirror might be necessary Chase.

Chase: Why? Do you need to fix your make up?

Harvey makes his way to the ring and amp up the crowd by going to the top corner and raising the cane once again. Knuckles stands patiently as Harvey walks over to him both with canes in hand. Knuckles looks down at Harvey just towering over him.

Harvey: This is a classic David vs Goliath encounter.

Chase: Jeez, Knuckles must have at least 100lbs on Harvey.

Knuckles and Harvey just stand there as the ref gives the rules but they ignore him. They glare at each other waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally, Knuckles steps back and drops the cane. He loses his grin and takes his wife beater off just to reveal the scares from all his past hardcore matches. Each scar more mesmerizing than the last. A preverbal road map of where he’s been. Harvey’s eyes bulge out of his skull at the sight of so many scars.

Chase: HOLY HELL!!

Harvey: Knuckles trying to intimidate Harvey by showing off some of his battle wounds.

Chase: How is Harvey supposed to compete with that huh? That’s ten PLUS years of torture Knuckles has been through.

Harvey: I don’t know but I can only assume that Harvey has a plan.

Knuckles picks the cane back up and waits for Harvey’s reaction. The ref tosses a coin to see who chooses to go first. Knuckles calls out “TAILS” and the ref checks the coin only to see its “HEADS!!”

Harvey: Looks like Harvey wins the coin toss so he’ll get to decide who does what first. This may be the advantage he needs to win.

Chase: Even with that Harvey, I don’t think Branden has enough to bring the big man down. 100lbs remember?

Harvey looks at Knuckles, takes a deep breath and decides to drop the cane. The ref looks on in shock that he decided to take the first cane shot.

Chase: Wait, did he just…..

Harvey: He chose to take it first. Why?

Knuckles grips the cane really hard takes a step and CRRAAACKK!! across the chest of Harvey who screams in pain and the crowd OOOHHHS. The ref checks him to make sure he’s ok but Harvey just shrugs it off. The ref goes to give Harvey his cane who immediately drops it to the ground. He looks to the ref and says, “PASS”.

Harvey: WHAT!!?

Chase: Did Harvey just pass up his turn to hit Knuckles?

Harvey: It seems so Chase, what the hell could be going through Branden’s mind?

Knuckles just stares at Harvey who is telling him to bring it on. Knuckles takes another step and CRRAAACKK!! across the side of Harvey’s head sending him down to one knee holding his face.

Chase: What a shot by Knuckles sending Harvey to his knees.

Harvey: How much more of this can Branden take?

Chase: I don’t know but it almost looks like Harvey is looking to prove himself to Knuckles. Almost as if to say, “If you can take it, so can i.”

Harvey: You may be right for once Chase.

Chase: Really? Wow I feel special.

Harvey:….AND you killed the moment.

Chase: Awww.

The ref signals that it's Branden's turn again. "PASS," says Branden.

Harvey: Did Branden just pass up his turn to hit Knuckles again?

Chase: I'm not sure Harvey is sane. It must be the namesake, Harvey.

Knuckles takes the singapore cane and "CRAAAAKKK" hits Branden right between the eyes. Branden is down. He's holding his face.

Harvey: That one had to hurt. I'm not sure Branden can take much more of this.

Chase: Yeah? I love it.

Branden gets up and takes his hand off his face. He is gushing blood from the bridge of the nose.

Harvey: BRANDEN IS BUSTED WIDE OPEN!!!!!!!!

Chase: There is no way Branden can take much more of this. He's going to quit soon.

Branden follows that up by passing his turn up once more.

Harvey: Is Branden a masocist? Why does he keep passing his turns up?

Chase: I don't know. I'm at a loss for words. He's either a masocist or just plain stupid.

Harvey: Maybe he's trying to prove something to Knuckles?

Knuckles calls for a mic.

Knuckles: I could do this all night, Branden. Give up or face the consequences.

Knuckles gives the mic to Branden.

Branden: Thank you, sir. May I have another?

Branden tosses the mic.

Harvey: Branden is calling for more punishment.

Chase: He can't say Knuckles didn't warn him. Knuckles tried to get the guy to do something intelligent for once.

Knuckles takes the cane into a batting position and swings. there's a loud "CRAAAACCCKKK" as Knuckles, not aiming for the upper body this time, hit Branden directly in the nuts. The crowd lets out a collective groan as Branden stands, frozen, holding his crotch, before collapsing on the ground.

Harvey: Okay. Okay. Stop this right now. Branden needs to give up already.

Chase: I'm actually starting to feel sorry for the guy.

After what seems like minutes, Branden begins to slowly get to his feet. The ref tries to hand him his cane. He waves it off, not able to speak after the low blow by Knuckles. Branden has passed up his turn again.

Harvey: This is ridiculous.

Chase: I-I-I'm speechless.

Branden signals for Knuckles to bring it on. Knuckles takes his cane in a batting position one more time. He gets a big grin on his face... and drops the cane. He turns around and walks out, forfeiting the match.

Harvey: WHAT? I don't get it. What was the point of that?

Chase: I think Knuckles just wanted to see exactly how tough Branden is. He got what he wanted. Branden is tough.

Harvey: I guess they both wanted the same thig, as Branden wanted to prove to Knuckles that he was just as tough as him. That no matter what Knuckles did to him, Branden would never give up.

Commercial

[President Jeff]

"Supersonic" Branden Harvey is backstage getting the bridge of his nose stitched up. he is approached by Cindy Shannon.

Cindy: Branden Harvey, what the heck was that? Why'd you pass up all your turns? Why didn't you take this opportunity to get revenge on Knuckles for all he's done to you?

Branden: It's simple, Cindy. This wasn't a real match. The time will come for me to be able to get revenge against Knuckles. But that's when he and I are in a real match together. Tonight, I just wanted to prove to Knuckles, right here in my hometown of Sacramento, that I can take whatever he can dish out. Nothing he does will make me quit. I will always come after him until I get my chance at revenge. A real chance. Not some singapore cane contest. Now get out of here. I need to get stitched up.

Cindy leaves as the scene cuts back to ringside


Paige: The following contest is a 6 man Elimination match

Forever By Drake begins to play over the PA as Young Mannie, JR Kingston, and Diamante Valentine all walk out

Paige: Introducing first, Weighing in at 690 pounds. The team on Young Mannie, JR Kingston and Diamante Valentine, They are, THE RED SHIELD MAFIA!

As Nicky Paige finish announcing their names, The Mafia are getting into the ring preparing for the fight in front of them

“Jurassitol" By Filter plays out over the arena, as the lights flicker on and off. The Anti-Establishment, Dan & Cid come out to the arena, with both dressed in black tights with blue trim & wearing black, blue and white facepaint and black & blue boots.

Paige: And their opponents, introducing first, the team of Cid Phoenix and Danny Crane, they are the ANTI-ESTABLISHMENT

They quietly stalk towards the ring, and roll underneath the ropes, where they get up on their feet, and climb opposite turnbuckles and raise their arms, firing up the crowd. Danny then exits the ring, while Cid paces back and forth, awaiting the start of the match..

Paige: And their partner

As blue and yellow lights starts to spin as a countdown from ten to one as it hits one pyros begins to flare as The Night by Disturbed begins to play as Matt Ward makes his way down to the ring.

Paige: he is the APW Xtreme Champion, this is MATT WARD

Matt taunts the fans as they go nuts as Matt Ward makes his way up the ring stairs. He goes into the ring as he taunts the fans. Pyros goes off behind him as he waits the match to start.

6 Man Elimination Tag Match
Red Shield Mafia Vs The Anti-Establishment and Matt Ward


JR Kingston and Matt Ward start things off in this match. They lock up and Kingston brings Matt to the corner. The ref gets between them to break the hold. They do and then Kingston slaps Matt across the face. Kingston laughs as be backs away and Matt charges out of the corner and takes Kingston down with a double leg take down and starts punching him in the face. Matt gets off him and pulls Kingston up to his feet and throws him into the corner. Matt runs and hits Kingston with a Hard Clothesline. Matt grabs Kingston and snap mares him out of the corner and then kicks him in the spine. Matt picks Kingston up and slams him to the mat and then drops multiple elbow drops on Kingston’s chest and then covers
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Harvey: The first pin fall in this match will be huge as it will give one team a great advantage

Chase: But it doesn’t mean the other team is out. Anything can happen,

Matt goes over and tags in Danny Crane. Kingston is on his knee’s about to get up and Crane dropkicks him in the head. Danny picks Kingston up and throws him into the ropes but Kingston reverses it and catches him with a Gore. Kingston crawls over and tags in Mannie. Mannie gets into the ring and picks Danny up and throws him into the corner. Mannie runs and does a cartwheel into a jumping round house kick.

Chase: The Swag Surfin

Danny stumbles out of the corner and Mannie picks Danny up on his shoulders and gives him a Samoan drop. Mannie covers
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Mannie picks Danny up, he hooks him up and lifts him for the Death by Mannie, but Crane counters it with a Reverses DDT. Danny gets up and climbs to the top rope. Mannie gets up and Danny comes off the top with a flying Lariat. Mannie is down and Danny covers.
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Harvey: We almost had our first elimination.

Danny picks Mannie up and sets him up for the Biledriver, but Mannie is able to back drop Danny, getting out of it. Danny gets up off the mat and Mannie kicks him and then hit’s the Vertical Suplex Belly to Belly piledriver

Chase: DEATH BY MANNIE!

Mannie covers
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Eliminated: Danny Crane

Cid enters the ring and Mannie goes over and tags in Diamante. They go to lock up and Cid ducks the lock up and grabs Diamante from behind and rolls him up win a school boy
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Diamante gets up and goes for a clothesline, but Cid ducks it and nails Diamante in the face a few times with forearm shots. Cid runs off the ropes and gets caught with a boot to the face. He then picks Cid up and gives him an Olympic slam and then covers
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Harvey: The Red Shield Mafia are in a good position right now

Diamante grabs Cid in a front face lock and then tags in Kingston. Kingston comes in and kicks Cid in the chest and then grabs him in a full nelson and then gives him a full nelson slam. Kingston covers
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Kingston picks Cid up and throws him in the corner, chest first. Cid bounces out backwards and Kingston grabs him from behind locking in the Tazmission. Cid fights it and he pushes himself off out of the corner and both men fall to the mat and Cid flips over on top of Kingston
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Eliminated: JR Kingston

Harvey: Cid just counted the Tazmission.

Mannie is quick to get into the ring and starts attacking Cid. He picks Cid up and Cid rolls Mannie up in a small package
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Mannie goes for a clothesline, but Cid pulls Mannie to the mat and locks in the Crippler Crossface

Chase: The Quicksand Jesus!

Mannie screams in pain and the ref is in position for the tap out. Mannie has his hand in the air and then, Diamante gets into the ring and punt kicks Cid in the head. Cid is knocked out as Mannie rolls Cid over to his back and covers him
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Eliminated: Cid Phoenix

Harvey: The odds for Matt Ward doesn’t look good.

Matt gets into the ring and he and Mannie go to lock up and Mannie kicks Matt in the gut and then lifts him up for the Electric Chair Drop Driver, but Matt rolls forward into a victory roll and has Mannie’s shoulders on the mat
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Eliminated: Young Mannie

Chase: And then there we’re two

Harvey: Diamante and Matt, these two will face off for the Xtreme Title at Rasslemania

Diamante gets into the ring and before Matt can get up, Diamante attacks Matt from behind and then grabs Matt and throws him into the ropes and gives him a power slam. He picks Matt up and then hooks him up with a suplex and connects. He holds on and gives him another suplex. He holds on again and hit’s a third suplex

Harvey: The Three Amigos.

Chase: Why does he call it The three amigos when Diamante is from Italy?

He picks Matt up and throws him into the corner. Diamante runs at him and Matt moves out of the way. He then gives Diamante a stiff knife edge chop and then throws him into the ropes and connects with a spinning heel kick. Diamante gets right back up and Matt lifts him up on his shoulders and gives him an airplane spins into a Samoan drop. Matt gets to the ring apron and Diamante gets to his feet. Diamante springboards into the ring and catches Diamante with a clothesline. With Diamante down, Matt goes to the corner and goes for a triple jump moonsault. As he comes down, Diamante moves out of the way and Matt crashes and burns.

Harvey: Matt should have went for the cover there instead of the high risk move

Diamante grabs Matt and drives his face into the mat with the fameasser. Diamante doesn’t go for the cover. He waits for Matt to slowly get to his feet.

Matt gets to his feet and Diamante kicks him in the gut. Diamante grabs Matt and gives him the Ganso Bomb

Harvey: The Ego Trip!

Diamante covers
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Winner: The Red Shield Mafia

The ref raises Diamante’s arm in victory.

Harvey: The score is now even between these two.

Chase: Wait a second, Diamante is calling for a mic.

Diamante gets a microphone handed to him. He stands over Matt and speaks

Diamante: Matt, As the challenger in our match at Rasslemania for the Xtreme Title, President Jeff has allowed me to chose the kind of match we have. So I thought Long and Hard

Chase: That’s What She Said
Harvey: Shhhh

Diamante: And I’ve decided, that our match at Rasslemania, for the first time ever will be a





TAIPEI DEATH MATCH!

Diamante drops the mic and raises his arms in victory as his music begins to play

Harvey: Wow, for the first time ever in APW. At Rasslemania, Matt Ward defends the Xtreme Title against Diamante in a Taipei Death Match

Chase: Just when you think Rasslemania can’t get better, it does.

Overdrive goes to commercial.

[President Jeff]

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall

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

Paige: Introducing first, from Hershey, Pennsylvania. Weighing in at 250 pounds..PENCE WEATHERLIGHT!!

He finally makes it into the ring and then jumps up on to one of the turnbuckles and flexes. He then jumps down and repeats the process on the opposite sides turnbuckle, before finally jumping down, and going to the middle, he begins to pace looking at the entrance ramp, awaiting his opponent.

“Shooting Star” by Black Stone Cherry begins to play as the fans cheer loudly. 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: And his opponent, from Fargo, North Dakota, Weighing in at 215 pounds…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.

Pence Weatherlight Vs CJ Gates


The bell rings and both guys get ready to lock up. Pence stops and ask the ref to check CJ’s tights for any foreign object. CJ looks confused and tries to tell the ref to not listen to Pence but the Ref backs CJ up to the corner. The ref begins checking CJ for any weapons and Pence charges at CJ and over the ref, nails CJ in the face with a punch. Pence shoves the ref out of the way and starts stomping on CJ in the corner, stomping to the mat.

Chase: What a great move there by Pence to gain the early advantage

Harvey: Pence has had a different attitude in recent weeks. We’ll see if that attitude will help him beat CJ Gates here tonight

Pence pulls CJ out of the corner, hooks him up and suplexes him in the middle of the ring. Pence then gets on top of CJ and starts punching him. The ref gets Pence off of CJ. Pence bounces off the ropes and knee drop. Pence sits CJ up and kicks him in the back of the head. Pence lifts CJ to his feet and throws him as hard as he can into the corner and CJ hit’s the corner. Pence runs at CJ and CJ moves out of the way. Pence hits the corner chest first. CJ turns him around and starts nailing Pence with rapid chops. The fans cheer for CJ as CJ snap mares Pence out of the corner. CJ hops up to the middle turn buckle. Pence gets to his feet and leaps off catch Pence with a Tornado DDT. CJ hooks the leg for a cover
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CJ picks Pence up and throws him into the ropes. CJ goes for a dropkick, but Pence grabs on to the ropes and CJ lands hard on the mat. Pence goes over and picks CJ up and gives him a swinging neck breaker. Pence gives CJ a few stomps as CJ brings himself to the corner. Pence pulls him up and chops him and then pulls him to the middle of the ring and gives him a side Russian leg sweep. Pence then hooks CJ’s leg
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Harvey: While on the road to Rasslemania, both these guys need this win to gain momentum going into their matches

Chase: Pence is representing APW in the War Games match against IWC, so Pence better be at this best.

Pence picks CJ up and throws him into the ropes. Pence puts his head down and CJ comes back, jumping over Pence and taking him over with a sunset flip. The ref slides in
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Pence gets up and goes for a clotheslines, CJ ducks it and runs off the ropes, coming back jumping onto Pence in a Wheelbarrow into a Bulldog. CJ rolls Pence over for the cover
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Harvey: CJ is currently ranked number 1 in the APW Rankings and he’s looking to keep it that way

Chase: The way I see it, the only person worthy of that number 1 spot is Level One

CJ lifts Pence up and hooks him arms up for the Double Arm DDT, but Pence blocks it and gets his arms free and kicks CJ and throws him into the ropes and catches him with a spear. Pence hooks CJ’s leg and covers
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Pence grabs CJ and takes him to the corner and sits him on the top rope so he’s looking at the crown. Pence gives him some forearm shots to the shoulder blades and then climbs up the ropes. He hooks CJ up for a side belly to back suplex, but CJ starts throwing Elbows to Pence head and Pence falls off the ropes and lands on the mat. CJ stands on the top rope and then comes off with a Moonsault into a leg drop!

Harvey: Dropping DOW!

Chase: This could be it.

CJ is able to make the cover
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CJ picks Pence up and throws him to the corner. CJ runs and runs into a boot from Pence. CJ stumbles back and then Pence comes out of the corner and catches CJ with a super kick. Pence covers
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Pence grabs CJ and sets him up for a Jack knife power bomb. Pence picks CJ up, but CJ counters with a Hurricanrana. Pence gets up and CJ takes him down with a dropsault. Pence bounces back up and CJ brings Pence to the ropes and then throws him into the opposite ropes and hits Pence with a spinning heel kick. CJ covers Pence
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Harvey: Pence is in trouble here

Chase: Pence is a former Heavyweight Champion, CJ better not get too cocky at this point

CJ helps Pence to his feet and gives him a few punches and then runs off the ropes. CJ comes back and Pence grabs him, picks him up and slams him down with a Spine Buster! Pence get up and waits for CJ to get to his feet. Just as he does, Pence goes behind CJ and locks in the rear naked choke

Chase: The Soul Destroyer

Harvey: This could be it for CJ if he can’t escape it.

CJ tries to fight it and then drops to a knee and grabs Pence’s arm and flips him over. Pence gets up and CJ steps off Pence’s leg and nails him with an Enziguiri.

Harvey: What a kick! CJ got all of that one

Chase: Pence didn’t see that coming

Pence eyes rolls into the back of his head as he falls next to the corner. CJ goes out onto the ring apron and climbs to the top rope and the fans begins to cheer as they know what’s coming next. CJ gets to the top and comes off with the Gatecrasher and hits it. CJ hooks the leg for the cover
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Winner: CJ Gates

Harvey: A hard earned win by CJ this week.

Chase: IWC must be smiling knowing that a member of Team APW for War Games just lost here tonight

CJ celebrates his victory as we go to a commercial.

[President Jeff]

Back from commercial, and it's only moments before the main event. We have our trusted cameraman wandering the halls of the ARCO Arena, taking in the culmination of the nights events. He comes across the one and only Level-One, and tracks after him as he (presumably) makes his way towards the holding place before his grand entrance to his main event match. He nearly makes it before, yes, we find the World Heavyweight Champion Sally Talfourd almost waiting for him. There, still in her refs gear, sitting atop a production box, she catches the eye of her number one contender, then gives him a little wave with her fingers.

Sally: Well, well, well. Lester Only. *Sally stands up from the box, wanders over to Lester* Good luck out there, buddy.

Level-One: Shouldn't you be practicing your numbers? I'm sure you'd find a way to screw 1-2-3 up.

Sally: I can count to three. Can you count to shut the fu ...

Level-One: They aren't numbers, princess.

Sally: Well, I have the zebra shirt on, so if I say they're numbers, you ask how high!

Level-One: What the hell?

Sally: You ask how high do they go? I don't know, I didn't really think this through.

Level-One: Jesus. And you're the ref?

There's an awkward moment between the two, made even moreso by the fact the crowd has died down. They are both left, standing there. Nothing really happening.

Sally: I don't like you.

Well, at least someone broke the silence. Lester scoffs at Sally.

Level-One: You don't really think that shirt's going to save you, do you? This match? Against these jokes? I'd be more than happy to lose it if it meant laying you out on the mat.

Sally: I'd expect nothing less of you, Lester. But, you know what? I think you do care about this match. Even if it's just a little bit. You see, I would hate to lose to these two. I'd kick myself over it. I'd hardly be able to turn up next week ... or even Rasslemania, knowing that I lost to the Beautiful Disaster. So here's what I think, Lester. I think you're not going to lay a finger on me until after this shirt *Sally flicks her ref shirt out* means nothing. When that match ends, that's when you'll turn from them and to me. And then? Than I'll be ready for you. *Sally, who has been inching closer and closer to Lester, ends up toe-to-toe with him* Unless you'd rather prove me wrong right now?

Before anyone has a chance to prove anything, a whole contingent of APW staffers flock to the area. They stay back, but are on the front foot, ready to stop anything that might go down. Sally looks around, and lets out a little laugh.

Sally: See you soon, Lester.

Overdrive goes to its final commercial

[President Jeff]

Paige: The following contest is your Main Event of the evening and it is a 2 on 1 Handicap Match scheduled for one fall. Allow me to introduce to you the special guess referee for this 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 in a referee uniform. 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: 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.

Chase: This match is so unfair. Why does Sally get to be the special guest referee for this match.

Harvey: Because President Jeff said so, That’s why

"Look Alive, Sunshine"

That one phrase echoes through the arena as everything goes black. Video footage of a red sunset burning over the Arizona skyline appears on the screen through a thin layer of static. The sun seems to get brighter and brighter, almost blindingly bright red until it bursts, the arena washed in crimson light that seemingly colors the air as a result.

Paige: Introducing first, they are the APW Tag Team Champions, the team of Brandon and Kaycee Young…They are…..BEAUTIFUL DISASTER!

A golden tornado blasts through the red and hits the front of the screen, shattering it as "Awake and Alive" by Skillet replaces the weird noise. Gold and red spotlights swirl over the assembled crowd as Brandon and Kaycee Young come out from behind the curtain and onto the stage.Brandon is wearing a sleeveless hooded jacket with a flaming sword piercing through the Nextwave Autobot logo, the hood obscuring his face, and black pants with the same design running down the sides, but with with "Y O U N G G U N" written down each side, with the G and N of the "GUN" written above and below the U in YOUNG making a cross shape, written down each side in fiery gold font while his wife is wearing a pair of black bootcut spandex pants covered in a screen-print of feathers paired with a sports-bra-like top of the same material, a bright red sleeveless trenchcoat with the Nextwave Autobot logo on the back framed with a pair of angel's wings. Brandon is bouncing and bounding around much as he always does… and it turns out that his energy is infectious, since it has his wife doing the same thing, the duo criss-crossing the stage as they pump up the crowd. Meeting up in the center, Brandon smirks as he hauls his wife into a kiss while gold sparks rain down upon them. After the last of the pyro has fallen, the embrace ends, Kaycee blushing a little as she and her husband make their way down the ramp, slapping the hands of the fans as they go. Brandon races to the ring before Kaycee, hopping up onto the apron with his back against the ropes. As Kaycee follows him down he grabs her and pulls her up onto the apron, and then holds the ropes open as any gentlemen should before sliding in himself. They both hit a turnbuckle and play to the crowd before the song fades out

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 arms in the air.

Paige: And their opponent, From Toronto, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 262 pounds, he is the current True Experts world champion...Level-One!!!

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

Beautiful Disaster Vs Level One

The bell rings with Level One and Brandon starting things off. They go face to face and they start exchanging words and then Level One pie faces Brandon. Brandon comes back with a fury of kicks and punches, backing Level One to the ropes. Level One sticks his head between the ropes to get the break and Brandon isn’t stopping and Sally is letting it go. Level One manages to get out of the ring and begins yelling at Sally.

Chase: Sally has no right being a referee for this match. She’s going to screw Level One over any chance she gets

Harvey: give her some slack, she’s not an official referee

Level One walks around the ring then slowly gets back in. Sally tells them to meet in middle of the ring to get things going again. They go to lock up and Level One kicks Brandon in the gut and then grabs him and lifts his knee into Brandon’s face. Brandon falls to the mat as Level One talks towards Brandon who backs himself into the corner. Level One lifts him up and chops him and then grabs Brandon and puts his throat over the top rope and begins choking him and Sally counts
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Level One releases

Chase: That was a rather quick count

Harvey: Sally is having none of that tonight

Sally reminds Level One that she’s the referee. Level One grabs Brandon and throws him into the ropes. Brandon comes back and Level One catches him with a back elbow to the face and Level One covers. Sally takes her time as she gets into position
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Chase: Oh Come ON!

Level One looks as Sally as he’s picking Brandon up slowly. Brandon throws some punches into the mid section of Level One. Brandon breaks free and runs off the ropes and takes Level One down with a Spinning Heel Kick. The fans cheer as Level One gets up and Brandon connects with a dropkick. Level One rolls out of the ring to regroup. Brandon then runs off the ropes and comes towards Level One and dives through the ropes and takes down Level One

Harvey: Brandon needs to use his quickness to his advantage

Kaycee is seen climbing to the top rope and she waits as Level One gets up. Level One looks up and Kaycee comes off with a moonsault, knocking Level One down. Brandon and Kaycee both start punching Level One in the head as Sally only now, begins the count out

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They sit Level One up and lean him against the ring barrier and they slam the back of his head against it

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Beautiful Disaster roll Level One into the ring. Kaycee jumps onto the ring apron and Brandon gets into the ring and tags in Kaycee. Level One gets to his feet and Kaycee springboards off the ropes and takes Level One down with a cross body. Kaycee covers as Sally slides in for a quick pin
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Chase: You can’t tell me that wasn’t a fast count

Harvey: Maybe it was a little faster that usual. I think Sally is still getting used to things as a referee.

Kaycee starts choking Level One with her hand. Sally is seen picking at her finger nails for a few seconds before starting the count for the Disqualification.

1.………………….2.……………………3.…………………….4 And Kaycee releases the choke

Chase: Everyone must think this is real funny.

Harvey: If Level One is as good as you say he is, He will over come these odds against him

Level One gets to his feet and Kaycee hits him with a few forearm shots and backs Level One to the corner. Kaycee climbs to the middle rope and starts punching Level One and the fans count along

1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8.…Level One then grabs Kaycee, walks out of the corner and Power Bombs her in the middle of the ring. Level One doesn’t go for a cover, instead picks Kaycee up and slams her in the middle of the ring. Level One places his foot on Kaycee’s throat and chokes her as he looks at Brandon.

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Easy kickout by Kaycee

Chase: President Jeff should be ashamed of himself for putting Level One in this kind of match. This is ridiculous.

Harvey: Johnny, how many posters of Level One do you have in your bedroom?

Level One picks Kaycee up and lifts her up on his shoulder going for the F-5

Chase: Here we go, The Darkness Shrine

Kaycee begins fighting for her life as she elbows Level One in the side of the head and then falls behind him. As Sally has her eyes on the action, Kaycee low blows Level One from behind. Level One grabs his groin and falls to his knee’s.

Chase: That should be a disqualification!

Harvey: Sally must have missed that low blow

Chase: WHAT? She was looking right at it.

Harvey: I’m sure Sally is honest enough not to let something like that slide

Chase: I just think that she doesn’t understand how much that hurts!

Kaycee tags in Brandon. They both run off opposite ropes and double dropkick Level One in the head. Level One rolls to his back and Brandon sits him up and from behind Level One, grabs his head and flips over him, Curt Henning style and then Kaycee comes back off the ropes and drop kicks Level One in the face.

Chase: What the hell is this. Sally needs to get Kaycee out of the ring here.

Harvey: I think Beautiful Disaster are fed up with Level One and are now looking to take him out

Chase: Sally just wants a weaker opponent for Rasslemania!

They wait for a second as Level One is about to get up. Kaycee comes off the ropes and tackles him, taking Level One to the mat with the Lou Thez Press and unleashes a fury of punches to Level One’s face. Kaycee isn’t stopping and Sally comes in and pulls Kaycee off, trying to restore order in this match

Chase: About time Sally does something right.

Brandon goes over and covers Level One and Sally counts
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Kaycee finally gets on the ring apron and Brandon picks Level One up and plants him with a DDT. Brandon then goes to the top rope and jumps off with a Swanton Bomb, but Level One gets his knee’s up and Brandon lands on Level One’s knee’s with his lower back. Level One gets up, grabs Brandon and gives him the Randy Orton Back Breaker. Level One covers
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Kaycee comes in and kicks Level One in the head. Sally pulls her away and gets her back on the ring apron. Level One gets up and grabs Brandon and throws him into the ropes. Brandon comes back and Level One picks him up and drops him with a spine buster. Level One runs over and nails Kaycee with a big boot to the face, knocking her off the ring apron. Level One waits for Brandon to get up to his feet. Just as he does, Level One kicks him and gives him the Vertibreaker

Chase: Level Advance. Its over

Level One covers Brandon and Sally counts slow

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Sally stops counting and begins to act like she broke a nail.

Chase: You can’t be serious. Level One had the match won

Harvey: A broken nail is a serious thing Johnny

Chase: I can’t believe this!

Level One gets up and goes to Sally and gets in her face. She reminds him that she’s the ref and can Disqualify him if he touches her. With Brandon not moving, Level One goes outside the ring and heads towards Nicky Paige. She gets up and moves out of the way as Level One grabs her chair and folds it up and gets into the ring with the chair. Brandon is slowly getting up and Sally is telling Level One not to do it

Harvey: Level One is about to get himself Disqualified.

Chase: At this point, I don’t think he cares.

Level One lifts the chair over his head and Kaycee is up on the ring apron and grabs the Chair from Level One’s hands. Level One turns around and Brandon is up and rolls Level One up in a school boy and Sally fast count

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Level One gets up and Brandon grabs the chair from Kaycee. Brandon swings the chair at Level One’s head, but he ducks and Brandon catches Sally in the head, knocking her down.

Chase: YES! Sally gets what she deserves

Harvey: That was a total accident

Level One kicks the chair into Brandon’s face and then Pele Kick’s Kaycee off the ring apron. Level One grabs Brandon and goes for the Level Advance again, but this time, Brandon gets out of it, flipping backwards landing on his feet. Brandon then gives Level One the Helicopter Rana and Kaycee gets back into the ring and nails Level One with the Shinning Wizard!

Harvey: The B-Kay-Oh! Level One is out

Kaycee covers and Sally wakes up and then calls for the bell.

Ding Ding Ding

Chase: What’s going on?

Nicky Paige runs over to Sally and Sally tells her something and then Nicky goes on the mic

Paige: The winner of this match, as a results of a Disqualification………LEVEL ONE!!!

The crowd boo’s as Beautiful Disaster are shocked.

Chase: YES! YES! YES!

Harvey: Never in a million years would I have thought Sally would give Level One the win here tonight

Chase: Sally isn’t such a bad person after all.

Beautiful Disaster try talking with Sally, Sally isn’t listening as she exit’s the ring and starts heading up the ramp to a mix reaction from the crowd.

Harvey: The fans my not like her decision, but I have to say, she did make the ring one

Chase: Damn right she did

Back in the ring, Level One is slowly getting up. Brandon and Kaycee see this. Before Level One can full get up, Kaycee locks in the Labelle lock on Level One. Level One is going nowhere as Brandon climbs to the top rope. The fans are on their feet cheering as Brandon jumps off with a double foot stomp and connects it.

Harvey: They call that War and Peace

Chase: They already lost the match, theres no need for this.

Beautiful Disasters music begins to play and they celebrate their beat down and performance here tonight. The ref hands them their tag titles.

Harvey: That’s our show for tonight. Be sure to join us next week for the Last Overdrive before RASSLEMANIA!

Chase: For Darren Harvey, I’m Johnny Chase, See you next week!

Beautiful Disaster exit the ring and the APW copy right logo comes on the screen as the last shot you see is Level One coming to in the middle of the ring and Overdrive comes to a close.