Overdrive - Los Angeles, California (03/10/11)

[President Jeff]

Dark Match
Mr. Dangerous vs. Rip Mcgrip vs. El Imitador


Mr. Dangerous, Rip Mcgrip, and El Imitador circle each other feeling one another out.

Chase: Well this should be a fun one…

Harvey: Ha, a fun one? I think midget wrestling would be more entertaining then this. By the way who the hell is Rip Mcgrip anyway?

Chase: I was under the impression he was your drinking buddy.

As the three men continue to circle one another the two bigger men Rip Mcgrip and El Imitador look at one another acknowledging they clearly have the upper hand as being the big men in the match so they decide to work together. El Imitador and Rip Mcgrip charge at Dangerous, but Dangerous drops down and rolls to the outside.


Chase: Smart move by Mr.Dangerous.

Harvey: The word smart and Mr.Dangerous in the same sentence? Ha! That will be the day!

Chase: Well then today is the day!

El Imitador and Rip Mcgrip decide they won't go to the outside after Mr. Dangerous and the two men turn their focus on one another as the two men stand toe to toe and begin dishing out heavy blows back and forth. Both big men refuse to go down as they are rattled by the blows but keep coming back with them left and right. However Rip Mcgrip is the first one to begin to lose his balance and El Imitador grabs Mcgrip sending him off the ropes with an irish whip, when Mcgrip comes back off of the ropes El Imitador hits him with a power slam into a cover.

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Left shoulder up!


Chase: A near fall right there. El Imitador almost got him!

Harvey: Why hasn’t the referee counted out Mr. Dangerous!? This is ridiculous..

Chase: Maybe because the referee is focused on the in ring action taking place.

El Imitador begins arguing with the referee over what he believes was a slow count and backs the referee into a corner. Rip Mcgrip makes it back to his feet and El Imitador does not realize it. Mcgrip charges in and goes low taking out the knee of El Imitador from behind. Imitador crumbles to the mat and rolls out of the ring holding his knee.

Chase: What a cheap shot!

Harvey: Cheap shot? Nobody told Imitador to argue with the referee. Now that was a SMART move.

Rip Mcgrip gets in the referees face now and yells for the referee to begin counting both men out. The referee yells back at Rip.

Referee: DON’T YOU TELL ME WHAT TO DO!

Rip Mcgrip takes offense to this and grabs the referee by the collar and pulls him to the middle of the ring yelling in his face.

Chase: What the hell!? Rip is absolutely right! The referee should have started the count.

Harvey: If Rip isn’t careful he’s going to get disqualified.

While Rip has the referee occupied in the middle of the ring yelling at him Mr. Dangerous sees the window of opportunity and hops on the apron from the outside and climbs to the top rope. Dangerous patiently stays perched on the top rope awaiting Rip to turn around. Eventually Rip turns around and is welcomed with a high flying cross body block into a pin.


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Winner: Mr. Dangerous

Harvey: NO WAY! NOT AGAIN! THAT WAS A QUICK COUNT BY THE REFEREE! THIS ISN’T FAIR THE REFEREE CHEATED!

Chase: The referee didn’t cheat. I just think once Rip hit the mat he was too drunk to kick out and based on his drinking history, I firmly believe APW needs to start doing a better job of screening their employees before hiring them. Either way Mr. Dangerous pulls out the victory once again!

Harvey: Well on the bright side at least this match is over with now we can at least get to see the real action that is coming up!

The scene opens in an undisclosed location. The room is mostly dark, with the only source of light being a dim light bulb hanging from a wire on the ceiling. Under the light bulb is a worn wood table in the incredibly cramped room. Around that table sits IWC Insane Champion James Chambers and the Riboflavin brothers, James's assistant Noah, his protege Biff, and Kenny who has just released from prison. James is the only one wearing his customary business attire, while the other three are dressed in all black.

James: I'm glad you were all able to make it here tonight. We've already discussed the plan. But before we take action, why are you motherfuckers dressed in all black!?

Noah looks perplexed as the dimwitted Biff Riboflavin smiles.

Noah: This is what we were supposed to wear, right? I mean, that's what was in the Email Biff sent around.

James facepalms.

James: Where the hell did i say that, Biff?

Biff: Jimmy, you're always talking about how i need to show ignition---

James:--Initiative, Biff.

Biff: Right. Insemination. So i did, when you told me to send out an email blast to my brothers telling them you meet you here, i added the bit about wearing all black and a few other small things...

Just as he says this, Kenny draws a large, long nosed revolver from his hoodie, waving it wildly as everyone ducks in all directions.

Kenny: Where they at!? Where are those motherfuckers at!? Ride or Die! D-Block! Come with me, Hail Mary! Run quick, see!

Biff is able to settle Kenny, James comes from under the table which he was ducking, and Noah uncurls himself from the fetal position he was in. James grabs Noah's Blackberry to read the email.

James: "Make sure you bring the following things with you to this top-secret mission. All black clothing, Guns and any other weapons designed to cause severe mortal wounds, and Cookies in case we get hungry."

As James reads this, Kenny reaches under the table and pulls out a large black duffel bag. He upends it, and a large assortment of weapons including Smoke Bombs, Razor Blades, Throwing Stars, Carving Knives, Small Pistols, and boxes of Girl Scout cookies pour out of the bag and onto the table.

Kenny: Check, check, check, and CHECK, Motherfucker! I got your back, Jimmy. Ain't nobody fuckin' with us. I'm ready to die for this shit. It's either them or us, and even if it's us, it's still gonna be them!

Kenny tears open his sweatshirt to reveal a Dynamite vest. James's eyes bulge and Noah begins hyperventilating.

James: That's it! Everybody, sit the fuck down! Kenny, put the weapons up. You guy are making way too much out of this. The only reason we are here tonight is to find out who the fourth member of Team APW is. Biff, you go interrogate Jeff. Kenny, Noah, come with me.

Kenny: Can i at least take my piece in case one of these bitches get cute?

Noah: Actually, i agree, James. Though i'd just like one of the smaller guns...you know, in case i have to...um...pop a, erm.....cap in some fool.

James: Fine! Let's just get this shit done and get out of here.

Suddenly, the room is filled with light when the door opens, revealing the "undisclosed location" to be the broom closet in the Arena where Overdrive is being held. The Janitor angrily pokes at them with his broom.

Janitor: Damn kids! You best not be huffin' my spray paint!

James: Oh shit! Our position's been compromised! Scatter!

James grabs a bottle of Windex and sprays it in the Janitor's eyes, kicks him in the groin, and all four men bolt in different directions.

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

Harvey: WELCOME EVERYONE TO THE FINAL OVERDRIVE BEFORE RASSLEMANIA!!!!!

Chase: We are just 17 days away for what could be the biggest Rasslemania event yet

Harvey: Tonight, we can expect a lot things happening as tonight is the last stop before Rasslemania. On tonights show, we will see Tommy Knoxville, Pence Weatherlight and Captain Klappton face off in a match where the winner becomes the team captain for the War Games match at Rasslemania

Chase: Last week we saw Level One take on Beautiful Disaster in a handicap match with Sally Talfourd as the special guest referee, this week, we have Sally taking on The Exchange Rate with Level One as the special guest referee.

Harvey: Also, President Jeff will announce the 4th Member of team APW for the War Games match and the 3rd Inductee into the APW Hall of Fame, Class of 2011

As the fans have all settled in, "Everything" by Pillar hits the PAs as the fans all stand up from their seats and begin to cheer. Pence Weatherlight emerges on the entrance ramp, looking around at all of the cheering fans, and putting on his trademark grin as he makes his way down to the ring. He slaps a few hands and poses for a few pictures as he continues on his way after the pictures are taken.

Harvey: This is a change of pace, normally we'd see Level One kick off Overdrive, but tonight, Its Pence Weatherlight

Chase: Pence has been struggling in getting wins recently, I'm anxcious to see what he has to day

The fans are chanting "Weatherlight" as he slips in between the middle rope and begins to pace around the ring. He grins and then begins to speak to the masses like a preacher.

"Ladies and gentlemen, guess what time it is!?"

The fans all begin to chant "Showtime" as Pence's grin goes even wider than it was before. He stops pacing and takes a step back to lean in one of the corners.

"Tonight, I had a big speech about teamwork...unity...and entertainment planned out for all of you people in attendance tonight and watching all around the world, but I decided that I will stow it till I'm captain."

The fans all chant "Captain Pence" and Pence takes a moment to absorb just how right it sounds. How the Pence rolls after the Captain makes Pence a bit more proud that he has the honor of representing APW at Rasslemania. Pence continues on.

"Instead...tonight, I wanted to talk about the things that have come to my attention as of late, and how I feel about them. Firstly, let the Pence bashing die. Cut that shit out you insignificant fuck faces who are simply known as C.J. and Sally. So what if I fucked up? So what if I was not my normal dominating self? Get over it, shit happens, and it has happened to me in spades as of late. So you beat me, C.J., I would say congratulations, but I feel as if anything I say at this point would simply be me adding too much steam to an over sized ego. And Sally, I don't know what side of the bed you have been waking up on, but cut the shit out before I step up and show you who the fans are really paying to see every night."

A few boos from the C.J. and Sally fans, but Pence simply waves them off.

"You're booing me for being opinionated? For speaking the truth? Lets look at the facts shall we? Last week, Sally Talfourd became the leader of the church of bitchdom of modern day saints and I lost to C.J. who is clearly full of himself after I jinxed myself earlier that very evening. So, if you don't mind, just put everything on cruise control, and just ride the waves because there is more to be unhappy or happy about."

Pence gets a loud pop as Pence continues on. The fans love it when he gets on a roll and they are willing to sit back and watch where this is going.

"Back on to the subject of Sally, what the fuck happened? Did something crawl up inside of you and die to make you so mean and disrespectful or have you always been this way? I mean, I trusted you to drive the ship while I was going through my down phase, and I trusted you to take it to Lester, and you have delivered, but as of late you have simply been...well in a simple word...a bitch. I don't know what happened or where it happened or how it happened, but I know that it needs to stop. I mean it is fine and dandy to be a bitch to someone who is sinister, but for fuck's sake...you were picking on Branden Harvey! BRANDEN HARVEY! I watched that over and over again and just couldn't help, but feel that maybe...just maybe...some one is a little bit full of themselves."

Pence holds his index and thumb up, putting the fingers extremely close to each other, but not touching. He mouths, "just a little bit.". Pence stops and then continues on, he shakes his head, and chuckles a bit.

"I know I'm one to talk. Hell, I've been known as one of the most arrogant men in professional wrestling and I can live with that because its is my flaw...one of the few that I have. People have flaws, Sally, and no one is perfect. Realize that. Even you are imperfect, hell your recent attitude change proves that, but it also proves something else to me other than you being a flawed creation. I let you drive the boat, Sally. I let you steer this organization because I thought deep down in my head it was time for people like you to get your opportunities. I sat aside and let you do what you have had to do without saying a fucking word otherwise, but that shit ends now. I'm done being your punching bad verbally, I'm done looking around at all these fans who are as disappointed in you as I am. I'm not...going to sit idle any longer. You've had your fun. You've won matches and matches and matches and now that you have gotten so full of hype, so full of pride, and so full of everything that is wrong with mankind, I can no longer sit idly by and let you do as you please.

You've forced this upon yourself. So...I'm going to make a challenge. I know you think you are better than anyone else in the back, better than me, better than C.J., and anyone else you can think of. So if you are the champion that you are boasting you are then I challenge you...to a match...."

The fans erupt, they want this to happen, they want Pence to take charge again, and they can see that fire in his eyes, and that rage in his heart that crushed Level One last year.

"I'm done playing robin to your batman...it is time for me to take charge again and if I win at Rasslemania, I want Jeff to know what I want, and what I have my eyes on. I have my eyes on the title that I was forced to let go of, the title I was forced to defend with an arm that would have retired me if not for experimental treatments. I want my World Heavyweight Title back and after Rasslemania...if I win...I want Jeff to strongly consider and you to strongly consider...putting me and you in the same ring at Mayhem for the World Heavyweight Championship! Because that...my misguided friend...is what the fans want to see!"

"Weatherlight" chants is all that can be heard as Pence goes quiet as he lets it all sink in.

"I expect an answer after Rasslemania, be it no or yes...it is up to you both to decide. For now, that is all...so ladies and gentlemen! This is Mr. Main Event, signing off for now, but stay tuned because tonight I'm gonna kick Knoxville's and Clapton's ass and I'm sure you all don't want to miss that!"

The fans erupt as "Everything" by Pillar hits as Pence gets out of the ring and begins to walk up the ramp to the backstage area to prepare for his triple threat match and we go to our first commercial break

[President Jeff]

Backstage in the Beautiful Disaster locker room, we see Kaycee Young finishing getting ready for their upcoming match. She sighs as she looks at the bathroom door, hearing the water still running from inside.

Kaycee: Donny... Are you done yet?

Brandon: Just a sec babe, I promise!

The Angel of the Desert just shakes her head as she finishes tying her left boot.

Kaycee: You really need to hurry up, love...

The water turns off and the sound of a shower door opening can be heard from inside the bathroom.

Brandon: I know, I know I'm co...

Brandon trails off mid-sentence, and then begins to swear profusely.

Brandon: ...Son-of-a-mo...oooonkey's-uncle! What the HELL is this?!

Kaycee: What's the matter, babe?

Brandon: ...What's the matter? What's the MATTER?! Look!

Brandon opens the bathroom door, he's dressed in his wrestling pants and nothing else, toweling off his upper body, but the source of his frustration is easily visible once the door is open...

Brandon: MY HAIR!

Yep, Brandon's hair is now a bright purple in color. Kaycee arches a brow.

Kaycee: ...so you decided to go with Psylocke for inspiration?

Brandon: Noooo! I'd never do that! I can't believe this! How am I supposed to go to the ring like this now?

Kaycee: Well, ah... I can't say that I mind it, horribly. I kind of like it.

Brandon: Yeah well, I mind a whole lot!

Brandon throws the towel into a basket and grumbles his way into the locker room. Then he stops, and a light bulb goes off in his head.

Brandon: ...They did this.

Kaycee: Who?

Brandon: You know who! They did this, those bastards.

Kaycee: ...Who?

Brandon: ...Them! They're bastards! And they're going to pay for this.

Kaycee sighs, shaking her head.

Kaycee: Donny, I highly doubt--

Brandon: No, they did this and they're going to paaaaay! Luckily, I've already got the tools to get the job done.

Kaycee: Wha?

Brandon tosses on one of his Beautiful Disaster t-shirts before rifling through his gym bag.

Brandon: Hehe... Perfect. I'll be back in a couple minutes, babe.

Kaycee sighs and shakes her head as Brandon winks at her with a big goofy grin on his purple-haired face before closing the door.

Chase: ...This is gonna be an interesting night.

Harvey: Indeed.

We go back to ringside with Khaos already in the ring

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, KAHOS!!

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.

Paige: And his opponent, FIRE DRAGON

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, waiting for the match to start

Fire Dragon Vs Khaos


The bell rings and they go to lock up but Khaos kicks Fire Dragon in the gut and then punches him towards the corner and then hits Fire Dragon with a spinning back fist, knocking Fire Dragon into the corner. Khaos hit’s a few right and left jabs and then with an Upper cut and Dragon falls to the mat. Khaos picks Fire Dragon up, grabs him in a bear hug and flips him over with a belly to belly suplex. Khaos covers
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Kick Out

Harvey: Last week we saw Khaos make his APW debut with a victory over Rachel Cole

Chase: And he’s looking good early on

Khaos picks Fire Dragon up and throws him to the corner. Khaos runs at him but Fire Dragon moves out of the way. Kahos hit’s the corner chest first and stumbles back. Fire Dragon jumps to the top rope and then comes off with a Hurricanrana. Both get back up and Fire Dragon takes Khaos down with a flying head scissor. Khaos gets up on the ropes and Fire Dragon runs and clotheslines him over and onto the floor. He waits for Khaos to get up and just as he does, Fire Dragon leaps over the top rope and lands on Khaos, knocking him down.

Harvey: Fire Dragon is finally showing some life here.

Fire Dragon picks Khaos up and rolls him into the ring. Fire Dragon jumps up to the ring apron and climbs to the top rope. Khaos gets up and Fire Dragon leaps off, and lands the Cross Body Block. Fire Dragon covers
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Kick Out

Fire Dragon picks up Khaos and Khaos quickly takes Fire Dragon down with a drop toe hold and locks in the Ankle lock.

Chase: This could be it. Khaos could snap Fire Dragon’s ankle.

Fire Dragon is in pain but is able to get to the ropes for the break. Khaos isn’t letting go. The ref counts to 4 then Khaos releases the hold. Fire Dragon holds his ankle and Kahos lifts him up and Fire Dragon hops on one leg.

Harvey: I think the Damage has be done of Fire Dragon’s ankle.

Khaos takes a step back and nails Fire Dragon with the Yakuza Kick and Fire Dragon drops to the mat. Khaos then lifts Fire Dragon up, and hits him with his finisher, the Power Bomb Lunkblower. Khaos covers

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Winner: Khaos

Harvey: Another win here for Khaos who’s been impressive so far in APW

Chase: We’ll see how well he does when it counts, which will be at Rasslemania.

Khaos celebrates his victory and we go backstage

President Jeff is on his office as postures his position in his chair upright. He didn't want to show any signs of weakness especially after last week when Level-One had made a fool out of him in more ways then one. However, as owner for the APW he had to put his ego aside for the good of the company, which is why we hear a knock on the door. President Jeff urges the person on the other side to ''come on in'' as the door opens up at Level-One steps inside his office. The live crowd treats his appearance with a mixed reaction right off the bat.

Level-One: You rang?

Level-One says with a sly smile as he stands over a seated President Jeff who takes a deep breath. President Jeff stands up and offers Level-One a hand. Level-One looks down at it and shrugs him off as President Jeff embarrassingly takes a seat in his chair.

President Jeff: Look, Level; I'm sorry about last week. The reason why I put you in that handicap match with the beautiful disaster was because I thought you purposely hit me with the APW world championship three weeks ago. After some investigation all signs do not point at you and your name has been cleared...

Level-One nods his head impressed by President Jeff's detective work as he coxes back in his chair and throws his feet up on President Jeff's desk.

Level-One: And in turn you've determined that it was little Ms. Innocent Sally Talfourd, right?

President Jeff closes his eyes as he nods his head up and down. It hurt to admit it.

President Jeff: And I just want to make it up to you. So, I came up with this. At Rasselemania Level-One Vs. Sally Talfourd; in a flaming barbed wire tables match!

President Jeff smiles as Level-One raises and eyebrow and scoffs at such a recommendation. He leans forward as if to let President Jeff in on a little secret all the while President Jeff thinks he has Level-One sold.

Level-One: That sounds great... Trevor Blackwell.

President Jeff tenses up as the live crowd in the arena laughs. Level-One shakes his head back and forth waging his finger back and forth.

Level-One: We aren't going to weigh down a match of his caliber at the biggest show of the year by some spot fest bullshit gimmick that might sell you a few extra tickets to the IWC enthusiasts. And if I recall it was one of your little hardcore inventions that lost me the APW world championship in the first place, Jeff. It's real simple, buddy. I want Sally Talfourd in an old fashioned singles match; no bullshit and not a single string attached...

President Jeff: Well, then I guess we're done here.

Level-One: No we aren't.

President Jeff looks at Level-One who's light kindheartedness has worn off; he clearly, hasn't gotten over his wounds from last week.

Level-One: The days of complaints are done and over with, Jeff. You stacked the decks against me last week and I survived. I don't want your apology and you don't deserve my forgiveness and I damn well will shove your pity down your throat so you can scratch that off your list, as well. What I do want, is justice. You see, Sally had no problems playing referee in a tag team match and you had no problem booking it.

President Jeff: I can't book the beautiful disaster they are...

Level-One interjects.

Level-One: Sally Talfourd Vs. The Exchange rate in tonight's main-event with me as the special referee; how about it?

President Jeff closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as he gives in. He reaches into a bag under his desk and pulls out a referee jersey tossing it to Level-One. Level-One looks at jersey and shakes his head back and forth.

Level-One: There's no way, I am wearing that hideous piece of crap—especially, on the last Thursday Night Overdrive where the ratings are going to be through the roof! Don't you get it, Jeff? I am going to be the clean cut face of this promotion from here on out. The era of Sally Talfourd ends short at Rasslemania and it's all thanks to you!

Level-One steps around President Jeff and hits the intercom in President Jeff's office.

Level-One: Please, send wardrobe up here, ASAP!

President Jeff: You can't use that!

Level-One releases pressure off the intercom button and takes a seat on President Jeff's desk.

Level-One: I can do whatever I want, Jeff; the people love me.

Suddenly, a wardrobe team come rushing into President Jeff's office with several racks of clothing, Level-One grabs the referee jersey and tosses it to one of the assistants.

Level-One: I want something bad ass but new school, you know? Something that's... me.

President Jeff interjects.

President Jeff: Hey, you guys didn't need to bring all these clothes up here! Get out of my office!

Level-One turns back to President Jeff raising a finger in the air as he looks down at President Jeff's attire in disgust.

Level-One: ''Your Mom Fears The Hurricane?'' Really, Jeff?

President Jeff looks down at his shirt as if he had a ketchup stain on it.

Level-One: I'm no fashionista but your momma jokes especially on t-shirts? What is this the year of Kenny Lombardo or even worse, Dr. Matt? Leave the prehistoric's to those who still give a shit and get with the times, man. This is the Level-One era and your in it. You should at least attempt to look your best.

Level-One turns his head back to the wardrobe assistants.

Level-One: We'll go with the blue one; it matches his eyes.

President: I don't even have blue eyes!

Level-One: Yeah, well... who's really keeping track when they're all busy looking at me anyways?

Assistant: We're done!

The assistant wields a large pair of scissors in her hands as she passes Level-One his referee attire. The sleeves are cut off and looks more like a wife beater and a black and white headband had been made with the excess material. He wraps the headband around his head and puts on his custom referee wife beater and smiles proudly.

Level-One: There isn't a damn person who can count a pin better then me or look as good doing it and you're going to find that out, tonight Jeff. Tonight, everything changes...

Level-One backs away from President Jeff and exits his office as one of the assistants holds a tie up to his neck. Frustrated, he swipes his hand at the assistant who cowers away from the angry, President as we head to commercial

[President Jeff]

*DURING COMMERCIAL BREAK*

We see AJ walking down the hallway backstage heading towards the ring and then runs into Johnny Knuckles

Knuckles: All I got to say to you is don’t screw this up!

AJ: Same goes to you.

Knuckles: I don’t like teaming up with you any more than you do, but President Jeff told me that if we don’t cooperate in this match, you could lose your Overdrive Title shot at Rasslemania and I may never get a title shot ever.

AJ: Let get this over with.

They head towards the ring and we backstage

The scene opens up inside the locker room of the Exchange Rate. Rico Casteel can be seen relaxing in a chair at the far end of the room, Blade is seated by the lockers rooting around in his gym bag, while Gates is standing in front of his locker.

C.J. Gates: I can't wait to see Brandon's hair. It's going to be hilarious! Going into Rasslemania in style with that prank.

Blade doesn't say anything.

C.J. Gates: So, are you ready for tonight, B? Starting to think more positively about this night and about Rasslemania?

Blade: I guess. Still not easy to shake, C.J.

Gates grabs a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste from his locker and heads towards the adjoining washroom.

C.J. Gates: I know, but look at it this way. You already feel like you're at the bottom right?

Blade:...How does this help?

C.J. Gates: Just work with me. You feel like your at the bottom right?

Blade: Yeah...

C.J. Gates: Then what could thinking positively do to hurt you? If anything it will help you. And before you know it we will once again be the dominant tag team in APW. Mark it.

Blade: I guess there is some logic to that.

The sound of running water can be heard followed by the tell-tale sounds of someone brushing their teeth. After a few moments, more water can be heard followed by Gates returning to the locker room.

C.J. Gates: Nothing like freshly brushed teeth.

He flashes a smile and Blade smiles.

C.J. Gates: What?

Blade: Your teeth. They're black.

C.J. Gates: What?!

Sure enough, Gates' teeth are covered in black gunk. He rushes back to the washroom to check in the mirror and instantly begins rubbing his finger along his teeth.

C.J. Gates: What the...What is this shit?

Blade chuckles a bit more while Gates continues to try and remove the black, spitting every once and awhile. Rico gets up, smirking and takes a step forward.

Rico: This I've got to see.

The scene fades to to ringside



Paige: The following non title tag team contest is scheduled for one fall

"Survival of the Sickest" by saliva plays. after a few seconds, Knuckles walks out and stares at the crowd. he grins, shakes his head and storms down to the ring.

Paige: Introducing first, from The Bronx New York…JOHNNY KNUCKLES!!!

He takes off his silk shirt, Italian hat and gold chains and hops around in the corner with a look of hatred ready to attack

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.

Paige: And his partner, Weighing in at 215 pounds A…..J…..KING!

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

Paige: And their opponents

"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. While that happens, Dr Death Defying continues his radio call in that same weird, echoey, staticy voice...]

"Look alive, Sunshine
109 in the sky but the pigs won't quit
You're here with me: Dr. Death Defying
I'll be your surgeon, your proctor, your helicopter
Pumpin' out the slaughtermatic sounds to keep you alive
A system failure for the masses, empty matter for the master plan
Louder than God's revolver and-"

[Suddenly the music (and the whole entrance) screeches to a halt and Dr Death Defying's intro is replaced by... this...]




"We Some north side niggaz and we runnin this shit
We some south side niggaz and we runnin this shit
We some east side niggaz and we runnin this shit
We some west side niggaz and we runnin this shit"

["Who gives a fuck where you from" by DJ KAYSLAY featuring 3-6-Mafia, Lil Wyte, and Frasier Boy blasts through the P.A. system as Kaycee and purple-haired Brandon step out through the entrance, looking just as lost as everyone else is right now. Kaycee eventually sighs and shakes her head, deciding that the best course of action is to just get her walk to the ring over and done with. Brandon holds his ears against his head, trying to drown out the awful rap song, but it's no use so he follows Kaycee towards the ring.]

Chase: What the hell?!

Harvey: I think somebody's trying to mess with Brandon and I think I know who!

[The song only seems to get louder as the APW Tag Team Champions slide into the ring, irritated enough to forego their usual entrance. Then Brandon hops on the nearest turnbuckle.]

Brandon: You'll pay for this!

Crowd: Huh?

[Brandon hops down, realizes what he just shouted to the crowd, turns around and climbs back up.]

Brandon: You'll pay for this... Gates!

Crowd: Ohhh!

Beautiful Disaster Vs AJ King & Johnny Knuckles


The bell rings. Brandon starts off the match for his team as does AJ King. The two lock up with some quick holds. AJ goes behind with a hammerlock. Brandon tries to swing an elbow backward but AJ ducks it. AJ flips Brandon over with a Northern Lights Suplex, tossing Brandon across the ring.

Harvey: What a devastating suplex!

Brandon starts to get up, as AJ runs into the ropes and bounces off, nailing Brandon with a stiff forearm shot. Branden falls backwards, as AJ tags in Knuckles. Brandon is then made the recipient of a double DDT. Knuckles starts laughing as he dances around in the ring, pointing down at Brandon.

Harvey: Oh Come On! That's uncalled for!

Chase: He's showing him who's in charge!

Knuckles nails a running boot to Brandon's gut. He picks Brandon Up and scoop slams him, pointing over to the turnbuckles.

Harvey: Knuckles is going up top!

Knuckles climbs the turnbuckles and goes for a knee drop, but Brandon rolls out of the way, as Knuckles crashes down onto his knees. Both men are down.

Chase: Come On, Johnny!

Harvey: What an impact! If he'd have connected, this one would have been over quick!

Brandon crawls over to his corner and tags in Kaycee, who jumps over the top rope and nails a baseball slide dropkick to Knuckles' face. Knuckles rolls around in pain, as Kaycee begins to stomp wildly on his torso.

Harvey: Kaycee sure is tough!

Chase: M'eh..

Knuckles manages to get on his feet, as Kaycee rebounds off the ropes with a clothesline, but Knuckles ducks it, and plants her with a falling neckbreaker. Knuckles stomps her once for good measure and tags in AJ.

Harvey: Quick tags here in this match!

Chase: Really? How could'ja tell?

AJ picks Kaycee up and whipping her to the ropes, tries a backbody drop, but Kaycee goes for a sunset flip. AJ quickly rolls out of it, and gets up to dive forth and plant her with a lariat that sends her crashing to the mat.

Harvey: Oh, Jeez! What a clothesline!

Chase: I could've sworn I saw a tooth fly out of her mouth!

AJ again tags in Knuckles, who comes in. Both AJ and Knuckles grab Kaycee, and slam her down with a double suplex. Kaycee writhes around on the mat in agony, as Johnny Knuckles stalks over her and begins to stare at his hand. Kaycee slowly gets to her feet, unaware that Knuckles is behind her, rearing back for a..

Harvey: Knuckles looks to be in some sort of a trance!

Chase: Ooh!-Ooh! I think he might be going for..

Both: DONKEY PUNCH!!!

Knuckles connects with a haymaker to the back of Kaycee's head, and she stumbles forth, arms flailing, but manages to dive and tag in Brandon Young.

Harvey: She dove and tagged in Brandon!!!

Chase: Aw, too much Donkey in that punch!

Brandon comes in like a house of fire, flipping the charging Johnny Knuckles with a hip toss. AJ comes running into the ring, and gets taken down with a drop toe hold, sending him crashing down on top of his own partner. AJ looks down at AJ laying atop of Johnny Knuckles and looks around at the screaming crowd, before climbing the turnbuckles!

Harvey: What's Brandon Young gonna do, here?

Chase: Oh, no! I think I've a sneaky suspicion about this..

Brandon Young, gives a points down at the two dazed men, before leaping off of the top turnbuckle, executing a front flip and coming down with both feet on AJ's back connecting with..

Both: DOOMSDAY SHUFFLE!!!

AJ rolls off of Johnny Knuckles holding his ribs, as Brandon drops down for the cover. The ref is in position and makes the count..

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Chase: What incredible resiliency by Johnny Knuckles!

Harvey: The Beautiful Disaster are close to victory, if they can just inflict a bit more damage!

Brandon argues with the ref, who holds up two fingers. Brandon then bends over and attempts to pick Johnny Knuckles, as AJ tries to get in the ring, but gets intercepted by the ref. Knuckles is up on his knees, and hits Brandon with..

Harvey: LOW BLOW!!!

Chase: The referee didn't see it!!!

Brandon slumps to the mat holding his privates, and Johnny Knuckles smiles to the crowd and points to his head, indicating his smart strategy. Johnny then picks Brandon up and hoists him up onto his shoulder in a torture rack position for the...

Chase: BROKEN PROMISE!!!

Knuckles launches Brandon to one side, but Brandon lands on his feet, and immediately connects with a jump spinning heel kick, sending Knuckles stumbling backwards to the ropes!

Harvey: He landed like a cat on his feet!

Chase: I thought he was finished!

Knuckles is stunned but charges forth with a clothesline, but Brandon rolls underneath it, and tags in Kaycee, who comes in and takes Knuckles down with a hurricanrana.

Harvey: Kaycee's in again!

AJ King comes in again, and is taken down with a headscissors into a DDT! AJ rolls out of the ring, as Kaycee runs to the ropes, not missing a beat and rebounds, hitting an approaching Knuckles with a spring board dropkick. Johnny Knuckles falls backward to the mat, as Kaycee, runs over to a select turnbuckle behind him, raising her arms..

Harvey: She might be looking to end this one!

Chase: Aw, Johnny look out!

Kaycee prepares to leap, when AJ King runs up to the apron. Kaycee kicks him to the floor, and is about to turn around, when Johnny Knuckles grabs her from behind and quickly plants her with..

Both: BROKEN PROMISE!!!

Johnny Knuckles then drops down to make the pin. The ref counts..


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Harvey: Brandon Young makes the save!

Chase: What's he doing sticking his nose..

Harvey: That's his partner in there!

Chase: Whatever!

Knuckles up to his feet and both he and Knuckles start brawling in the ring. Brandon nails three lefts to Knuckles' face, backing him towards the ropes, before charging forth with a clothesline, but Knuckles grabs, the top rope and drops down, low-bridging and sending Brandon sailing over the top rope out onto the floor.

Chase: Brandon got tossed!

Knuckles waves bye to Brandon, and turns around and barely sidesteps Kaycee Young, throwing her over the top rope.

Chase: Kaycee got tossed!

Harvey: No! She hung on!!!

Johnny Knuckles taunts the crowd, while behind him, Kaycee Young skins the cat, pulling herself back into the ring. He turns around, and she nails him in the chest with a front dropkick that sends him flying back against the turnbuckle, knocking his own partner to the floor.

Harvey: What a dropkick!

Chase: Whoa! AJ King got dropped to the floor!

Inside the ring, Knuckles charges at Kaycee Young, who trips him to the floor with a drop toe hold, and locks him in the Labelle Lock. Knuckles screams in agony, and taps wildly,and the ref calls for the bell

Ding Ding Ding

Winners: Beautiful Disaster

Brandon and Kaycee begin celebrating their victory

Harvey: A big win tonight for the Tag Champions as they head to Rasslemania to face off against The Exchange Rate in a Ladder Match.

Chase: They almost stole the show at Survive and Conquer, I can only assume they'll tare the house down at Rasslemania.

Brandon and Kaycee exit the ring and continue to celebrate, AJ gets back into the ring and Knuckles slowly getting up, AJ nails Knuckles with his own version of a Donkey Punch, and knocks Knuckles to the mat

Harvey: That was pay back from a couple weeks ago.

Chase: I guess what goes around comes around

AJ leaves the ring and heads to the back as we go backstage.

APW cuts backstage, where the Overdrive Champion, Biggs is standing with Cindy Shannon in the backstage interview area. Biggs is in his ring gear and has the APW Overdrive Championship clasped around his waist as Cindy begins to speak.

Cindy: Biggs, later tonight, you defend the APW Overdrive Championship for the fifth Overdrive in a row against Terry Marvin, one of your opponents in the Overdrive Championship Scramble Match at RassleMania! If you beat Terry Marvin tonight, you will walk into RassleMania as the Overdrive Champion!

Biggs: If, Cindy? If? You have the audacity to imply that I'm going to somehow lose to that knuckle head Terry Marvin here tonight? Listen Cindy, it's a matter of when, not if. So when I defeat Terry Marvin tonight, I will be heading into RassleMania as the Overdrive Champion. And while everyone has been talking about what a huge disadvantage I have going into the Scramble match as Champion, I don't look at it in such a negative way. Sure, the entire concept of the Champion's advantage is null and void in the Scramble, and there's the bothersome fact that I don't even have to be pinned to lose my title, but it doesn't matter, because the Scramble Match is all about taking the opportunities you get, and there's nobody better in APW at taking advantage of their opportunities than yours truly!

Biggs flashes his trademark smirk before continuing to speak.

Biggs: And sure, I know that as the Overdrive Champion, I'll have a huge target on my back, because if I know my opponents as well as I think I do, then each and every one of them would want to win the title by defeating me specifically. It's a matter of personal pride for each of them! But there's one thing that Ryan Ruckus, Chris Cyrus, AJ King, and Terry Marvin all need to realize, and that's that I have not been defeated since before Christmas Chaos! So far in 2011, the only blemish on my record is the draw with Chris Cyrus, but it still goes down in the books as a successful title defense! If any one of them thinks that they're going to claim the Overdrive Championship by pinning me at RassleMania, well, they've got another thing coming! Because at RassleMania, I fully intend to have my RassleMania moment, where I stand triumphantly after once more defending my APW Overdrive Championship, overcoming all the odds and proving myself to be what I say that I am, and that is the greatest Overdrive Champion in APW history! And I'll do it, because I'm quite simply out of this world...

At this point, Biggs walks off camera, leaving Cindy Shannon standing there by herself.

Cindy: Well, there you have it folks. Biggs seems just as confident, and dare I say arrogant, as ever. We'll see him take on Terry Marvin Later on Tonight!

Commercial

[President Jeff]

The scene opens up backstage where we once again see the Exchange Rate team of C.J. Gates and Blade. This time, however, they are walking through the backstage area, with Blade ahead and Gates trying to catch up.

C.J. Gates: Blade, slow down man. We need to talk about that. What the hell were you doing? I thought we talked it through and decided not to use weapons in this thing.

Blade doesn't answer and the two keep walking, coming up to an area where a large spread of food is spread out. Gates quickly moves in front of Blade to stop him.

C.J. Gates: Man, we've GOT to talk about this! We have to be on the same page or everything will have no point!

Blade: If you hadn't noticed, they are our opponents. Our enemies. We can't be treating them like friends and family!

Gates remains silent.

Blade: I'll see you later tonight for our match.

Blade brushes past C.J. and walks off down the hall leaving C.J. dumbfounded. He shakes his head as he watches his partner walk off. One of the workers at the spread walks over to Gates.

Worker: Hey, you want some food? The chicken is freshly cooked!

Gates looks at the food and shrugs.

C.J. Gates: Sure, why not. Going to need some strength for what I have to deal with.

The worker walks over and picks up a piece of chicken with a pair of tongs, placing it on a plate and handing it to Gates.

Worker: Here you go.

C.J. Gates: Thanks.

Gates takes a bite of the chicken and chews it for a bit, slowly nodding.

C.J. Gates: It tastes...different...

Soon after he dry heaves before running over to the nearest garbage can and spits the mouthful of food into it, and the faint sounds of more spitting can be heard. In the background, unbeknown to the Exchange Rate, Brandon Young can be seen holding a bottle of baby powder in his hands as the scene fades to to ringside.

The crowd goes quiet as Shaman's Harvest “Broken Dreams” blares over the speakers. The silence turns to loud boos from the males and loud cheers from the females as Diamante Valentine walks with his held high, wearing fancy shades.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 240 pounds, from Venice, Italy, representing the Red Shield Mafia, Diamante Valentine!

Harvey: Diamante Valentine has a huge opportunity at RassleMania to win the Xtreme Championship back when he faces Matt Ward in a Tai Pei Death Match!

Chase: That will be the first Tai Pei Death Match in RassleMania history, and promises to be a brutal affair!

As he nears the ring, Diamante takes the hand of a very attractive female fan in the front row, and kisses her on the hand, making her girlfriends jealous, and causing her to swoon. He walks onto the ring steps and slicks his hair back before entering the ring.

"Fuel" by Metallica hits the speakers. Branden Harvey sprints through the curtain and toward the ring.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 140 pounds, from Sacremento, California, “Supersonic” Branden Harvey!

Harvey: Branden Harvey also has a big match coming up at RassleMania, taking on Johnny Knuckles in a grudge match!

Chase: I'm not sure if one match will be enough for those two to sort out all their differences!

When he reaches the ring, he leaps into the air, springboards his right foot off the apron, and uses the momentum to carry him over into a front flip over the top rope, landing in the center of the ring. Right as he lands, Diamante Valentine is right on him, attacking him from behind! The ref hurriedly calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Diamante Valentine vs. “Supersonic” Branden Harvey

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Harvey: Valentine doesn't even wait for the bell before attacking Branden Harvey!

Chase: Well, Valentine's mean streak is well documented!

Valentine gives Harvey several clubbing blows to the back before turning him around and shooting him towards the ropes! On the rebound, he hops up and catches Harvey with a Hurricarana! As Harvey's on the mat, Valentine rolls him onto his belly and tries to go for the Rings of Saturn hold, but Harvey squirms out and rolls back to create some separation!

Chase: It's too early for Valentine to try and go for the Heartbreaker right there!

Valentine charges in towards Harvey, but “Supersonic” ducks his clothesline attempt, and nails him with a Dropkick right to the face as he turns around! As Valentine gets back up to his feet, Harvey gives him a kick to the gut before taking him back down the mat with an X-Factor! Harvey goes for an early cover, 1
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Harvey: A lot of near falls in quick succession there! Both of these men want to gain momentum heading into their respective matches at RassleMania!

Chase: That's for sure!

Both men trade blows on their way up, but Valentine gets the advantage when he rocks Harvey with a European Uppercut! Valentine follows through with a few more European Uppercuts, backing Harvey into the corner! Once he has Branden Harvey in the corner, Valentine just unloads on him with a flurry of rights and lefts that leaves Harvey dazed! Valentine then sites Harvey on the top rope facing out towards the crowd and reaches up, grabbing a hold of his head before delivering a Hangman's Neckbreaker! Rather than going for a pin, he pulls Harvey up and gets behind him, delivering a series of Triple German Suplexes! Valentine then stands above Harvey motioning for him to get up, and as he slowly obliges, Valentine runs to the ropes and drills Harvey on the rebound with a Running Big Boot right to the side of the head! Diamante then hooks both legs, 1
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Chase: I really thought Diamante had Harvey there with that series of high impact moves he was able to string together!

Harvey: Don't forget the display of toughness we saw from Branden Harvey last week! He can take his lumps, that's for sure!

Valentine stays on the attack, punching Harvey as he pulls him up and hoists him up in position for a Sitout Powerbomb! He has Harvey's shoulders pinned to the mat, 1
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Harvey: Branden Harvey just saved the match for himself! Had Valentine hit the Ego Trip, it would have been over!

As Valentine gets to his feet on the outside, Harvey runs over to the ropes and pulls off an Asai Moonsault that takes Valentine right back down! He then pulls Valentine right back up, bouncing his head on the apron before rolling him back into the ring! Harvey then hops up onto the apron and mounts the top turnbuckle, leaping off and nailing the Caucasian Hangover! He goes for the cover, 1
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Harvey: Could Branden Harvey get Diamante Valentine to submit here!?

Chase: It might be smarter for Valentine to just tap out here, rather than risk injury heading into the Tai Pei Death Match!

Valentine seems to disagree with Chase's sentiments, choosing instead to power his way to the ropes, dragging Branden and himself towards the ropes, where he's finally able to get a hand on the bottom rope, forcing Harvey to release the hold. Harvey doesn't seem to be too upset though, as he lets go of the hold and takes a few steps back to allow Valentine to get up. As Valentine makes his way back up, Harvey rushes in and gets a Big Boot from Valentine for his efforts! Valentine then lifts Harvey up and drills him into the mat with the Ego Trip before covering him, 1
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Winner: Diamante Valentine[/center]

Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Diamante Valentine!

Chase: Valentine knocked Harvey into next week with that Ego Trip! Harvey better hope he didn't get a concussion from that move!

Harvey: Valentine doesn't care about anyone but himself, and I bet he'd be just thrilled to put Harvey on the shelf, despite the fact that there's really no beef between the two of them specifically! That's just how Diamante Valentine rolls!

The male fans boo loudly as the ref raises Diamante's arm in victory while “Broken Dreams” plays again. For his part, Valentine has an almost sadistic grin on his face as he looks down at Harvey before exiting the ring and heading to the back.


We cut to the inside of President Jeff's office. The APW owner reclines comfortably in his desk chair as a knock comes at his door.

President Jeff: Come in!

The door swings open, and James Chambers protege' Biff Riboflavin happily walks in.

Biff: Hi Jeff!

President Jeff: Um...who are you?

Biff: You don't remember me? I'm Jimmy's friend! I'm the one who spilled that pot of coffee on you at Wrestlefest 8 a few years ago.

Upon hearing this, Jeff is instantly able to recall the instance of when he nearly had his junk singed off by steaming hot blue mountain roast (Jeff only drinks the good shit) spilled on him by the moron standing in front of him. A look of disgust crosses his face.

President Jeff: What do you want?

Biff: So, i heard you were looking for a fourth member of Team APW.

President Jeff: You heard wrong, we already have our fourth member, he's going to be revealed tonight.

Biff: Well, i have information that may make you change your mind.

President Jeff: You know what? I have a few minutes of my life to waste, I'll bite. What info do you have, Biff?

Biff: Jimmy Chambers is here tonight, staking out the building, spying on the backstage trying to find out who the fourth member of Team APW is. Even worse, he isn't working alone, my brothers are helping him. Now, i am more than willing to give up his location and you can have him thrown out.

President Jeff: And what will this cost me?

Biff: I want the fourth spot on Team APW. I'm tired of Jimmy bossing me around. I'm sick of being in his shadow, and i want to represent APW now. You want the truth? Jimmy sent me here to interrogate you. He told me to do whatever i had to do to get information out of you. He told me to burn your eyes with cigarettes. Make you listen to Waka Flocka Flame Records, and possibly even dump on your chest if i had to!

President Jeff: Did he really tell you that?

Biff: Okay, he told me to everything except for the burning with cigarettes part. But my offer still stands, i will give you Jimmy right now for the fourth spot on Team APW.

President Jeff: Is that it? Anything else?

Biff: Do you validate parking?

Jeff just rolls his eyes.

President Jeff: Biff, you are an idiot, i say that with love. Your boss has already been spotted. He attacked the custodian, and security is searching for him. Once they catch him, he's going to jail for assault. Now, here's what i want you to do. Leave my office, find James, and tell him if he doesn't want to lose his spot on Team IWC to being locked up, to get out of my building, NOW!

Biff: But Jeff!

Biff goes to stand, but his foot kicks Jeff's desk, knocking over one of the many trophies on his desk and shattering it. Jeff gives Biff the death stare, and Biff quickly hightails it out of the office, tripping over his chair on the way out.

Commercial

[President Jeff]

Cameras fade in on Danny Crane, as he approaches Cid Phoenix, who is applying wrist tape before his match. Cid nods to Dan, as Dan pats him on the back and asks

Dan: Hey man. You sure you don't want me right there with you tonight?

Cid: I should be fine, on my own against Matt Ward.

Dan: Man, that guy can't even pronounce Abercrombie & Fitch, let alone remember that you beat him before I guess too many shots to the head, huh?

Cid: Well, I'll be sure to remind him later on tonight!

Dan: What about the Red Shield Mafia?

Cid: Don't worry about them. Have you got everything set up?

Dan: Oh, yeah, it's all set up for tonight! This is gonna be a blast!

Cid: Yeah, well.. Hey lemme finish up getting ready for my match, okay?

Dan : I'll see you later?

Cid: Yeah, later..

(Dan walks off, and as Cid watches him leave, he shakes his head and we go back to ringside

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the APW OVERDRIVE CHAMPIONSHIP!!!

The lights dim, as the vocal introduction to “Hate Me Now” hits the speakers. Blue and silver lights illuminate the Entrance way and Pyro goes off as soon as the music kicks in.

Paige: Introducing first, the challenger… representing the Contourage… from Las Vegas, Nevada… He is the ‘Real Show,’ TERRY MARVIN!

Boos erupt from the stands. But just beneath them, a few smart mark cheers can be heard as "The Real Show" Terry Marvin makes his way down the ramp jawing and messing with the fans all the way down. He rolls into the ring and poses on the turnbuckle, holding his arms out like the people should worship him.

Harvey: And here we go folks, the latest in a long line of title defenses from Biggs, leading up to Rasslemania. And tonight, he has his work cut out for him.

Chase: Psh! Terry Marvin has his work cut out for him, Harvey. Biggs is the greatest Overdrive champion of ALL time. And I don’t see that changing here tonight.

The arena lights fade to black as “Spaceman” blares over the loudspeakers. Blue laser lights shoot from the stage as strobe lights flash about the arena.

Paige: And his opponent, from Seattle, Washington… he is your reigning APW Overdrive Champion… The ‘Spaceman,’ BIGGS!!!

Biggs enters to a chorus of boos, and flashes his trademark smirk before making his way down the ramp to the ring. He mocks the fans as he heads towards the ring, and once he reaches the ring, he rolls in beneath the ropes, pops up to his feet, and raises his hands up, index fingers pointed upwards. Removing his ring jacket and shades, he hands them off to the ring attendant, and turns to face his opponent.

But then-

You must DIE! I alone am BEST!

And another chorus of boos laced with cheers fills the Staples Center, as hometown hero(?), Ryan Ruckus steps onto the ramp. Pulling the half-smoked cigarette from his mouth, he stamps it out on the ramp and saunters toward Darren and Johnny, smirking from ear to ear.

Harvey: Ryan Ruckus isn’t scheduled to be out here tonight! What does he think he’s doing?!

Reaching the commentary table, Ruckus dons a headset, to respond to Darren’s inquiry.

Ruckus: What am I doing out here? Improving ratings. Obviously.

Then he hops onto the table, thrusts his arms skyward, first two fingers crossed, and yells-

Ruckus: Los Angeles! Where my Ruck-Heads at?

Another mixed eruption sounds from the stands, as Ruckus takes a seat next to Johnny Chase.

Chase: Nice to see ya, Ruck.

Ruckus: Cork it, Chase. You like Biggs, and Harvey likes boyscouts. We’re not friends. I’m just here to support my boy, Terry Marvin, the Real Show, Contourage style.

In the ring, an obviously-irritated Biggs mounts the ropes in the corner, and stares out at Ruckus. His spider-sense warning him that Ryan’s presence likely doesn’t bode well.

Ruckus: Better stop lookin’ at me, Spaceman, and turn around. The guy you need to be worrying about is across the ring from you.

Biggs holds his glare for a moment longer, then gives a warning point to Ruckus, and hops off the turnbuckle, turning to face TMarv.

Ding ding ding.

Overdrive Title Match
Terry Marvin Vs. Biggs

Collar and elbow tie-up in the center of the ring. Terry uses his weight advantage to push Biggs back into the corner. The ref counts four, and Marvin backs off, raising his arms to signify his break, and smirking Biggs direction. Backing toward the center of the ring, Terry motions for Biggs to come on. And Biggs complies, locking another collar and elbow tie up. And again, Terry pushes Biggs into the corner. This time a little more forcefully, before breaking again on four.

Harvey: This may be an issue throughout the match, guys. Biggs is giving up nearly half a foot and thirty pounds to Terry Marvin.

Chase: Whatever. Biggs will figure it out. Size isn’t everything, Harvey.

Ruckus: Keep telling yourself that, Johnny.

Again, TMarv backs toward the center of the ring, beckoning Biggs to follow. And Biggs does, motioning for another tie up. But as Terry raises his arms, Biggs takes his knee out, with a low-rise dropkick. Marvin ends up in a kneeling position, his head just high enough to catch a running knee lift from the champ. Terry lands on his back and Biggs gets a few stomps in, before lifting the Real Show up and whipping him like the Irish do.

TMarv hits the corner, back first, but is able to dodge out of the way as Biggs comes in with a splash. Biggs raps his head off the top turnbuckle and stumbles back. And the challenger hooks his head and drops him with a neckbreaker. Then, dragging the champ out of the corner, the challenger makes the first pin attempt of the match.

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Chase: Hardly! The man is the greatest Overdrive champ of all time for a REASON.

Ruckus: Yeah, I have some theories about that.

Harvey: Gentlemen, can we just call the match?

Ruckus: You earn that 4-figure paycheck, Darren! I ain’t stoppin’ ya.

Chase: Heh, he called you poor.

Ruckus: -Don’t need your help, Johnny.

Terry stands, lifting Biggs off the canvas. But Biggs fights back with a series of right hands to the challenger’s gut. Tmarv doubles over, and Biggs bounds off the ropes, running up behind the Real Show and clipping his legs out from under him. And as TMarv hits the mat, Biggs hooks a grapevine leglock. The pain of the maneuver is present in Terry’s face, as he stretches his fingertips toward the bottom rope. Still too far away. So, using his free leg, Marvin begins grounded axe kicks to Biggs arms and chest. It’s enough to give Terry the freedom to scoot himself toward the ropes. But just as he’s about to reach them, Biggs stands, drags Marvin back toward the center, and reapplies the leg lock.

Harvey: That’s one way to eliminate a height and weight advantage. Take out your opponent’s legs.

Chase: Man can’t stand, he can’t fight.

Ruckus: -He says, blatantly ripping off Karate Kid 3.

Chase: I hate you…

Ruckus: Join the club.

In the ring, Terry Marvin is writhing from the pain of the leglock applied by Biggs. But in pain though he may be, he’s not tapping out any time soon. And Biggs seems to sense this, as he relinquishes the hold and pulls TMarv to a wobbly stance, before dropping him again, with a dragon screw leg drag. Biggs repeats the process once more, and then goes to hook the leglock again. Only this time, TMarv senses it coming and scrambles for the bottom rope, pulling himself under and standing on the ring apron. Biggs stands as well, and charges, looking to kick Tmarv off of the apron and onto the floor. But the Real Show pulls the rope down, and Biggs’ leg lands over top of it, putting him in a precarious and painful situation.

Chase: Stop him! Terry Marvin is damaging potential future baby Biggses!

Ruckus: Biggses?

Chase: Well, how would you pluralize it?

Terry grabs ahold of the top rope, shaking it up and down to add insult to Biggs’ already injured situation. Until finally, Biggs slides off the top rope and lands on the canvas, cupping his twig and berries. Terry capitalizes with a slingshot elbow drop and pins Biggs, with a forearm across his face.

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Tmarv slaps the canvas. He was counting on that one. Shooting a look to the ref, who shrugs, he lifts Biggs off the mat for a vertical suplex, which he stalls for a good 15 seconds, before crashing Biggs to the canvas and going for the pin again.

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kickout.

And now Terry is in the ref’s face. The ref backs away, hands up, reminding Terry that a disqualification follows any assault on an APW official. So the Real Show turns his attention back to Biggs, who slides himself under the bottom rope for a breather. But Terry is right behind him, sliding out of the ring himself, and giving chase as the referee counts.

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Reaching the far end of the ring, Biggs slides under the bottom rope, breaking the count. And as TMarv looks to follow, Biggs charges and pulls off a baseball slide dropkick, which knocks Marvin backwards and into the commentary table. The crowd ‘oohs!’ as Terry recovers slightly… only to catch a suicide dive through the ropes from the champ.

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Harvey: High risk offense from the champion. Will it pay off?

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Chase: My only question, is when Ruckus is going to interject himself into the match.

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Ruckus: I don’t intend to, Chase.

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Chase: I don’t believe that for a second.

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Ruckus: Believe what you want. I am here for only two reasons. To put Biggs on notice, and to support the man who’s about to become your NEW Overdrive champion.

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Biggs is stirring, and he pulls Terry to his feet, looking to rap his head off the commentary table.

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But TMarv blocks and bounces Biggs head off the table instead. Then he gives Ruckus a fist bump, before throwing Biggs under the bottom rope-

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And climbing in himself. He comes on, but Biggs is ready with a drop toehold, followed by a series of vicious Ultimate Knee Strikes. Once, twice, thrice, Biggs rams his knee into the top of the challengers head. Then, rolling Terry onto his back, Biggs stands and makes a cocky pin.

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Ruckus: Cocky son of a-

Harvey: Look who’s talking.

Ruckus: Are we going to have a problem, Darren?

Harvey: What? Um, heh… no.

Chase: Pwned!

Ruckus: Johnny-

Chase: I know, I know. Stop helping…

Back in the ring, Biggs has reapplied the grapevine leglock he was using earlier to wear Terry’s legs down. But the movies only applied for 10 seconds before Terry leans forward and bites down hard on the toe of Biggs’ boot. The champ yowls and scurries to release the hold, hopping on one foot and rubbing his toes as he stands.

The challenger is to his feet too, and charges with a lariat. But Biggs counters, twisting TMarv’s arm behind his back into a hammerlock, then hooking his head from behind and nailing the- SHOCKWAVE DDT!

The challenger hits the mat hard, and Biggs goes for the cover. But right after the ref counts one, Biggs breaks the count himself, by lifting Marvin’s head off the mat. The crowd boos, and Biggs smirks, before dropping a couple stomps onto TMarv’s head and chest. Then, Biggs hits a springboard twisting leg drop. Then, quick as shit, he’s to his feet again, and suddenly perched on the top rope…

Chase: UFO Frog Splash!!!

Biggs flies. TMarv rolls out of the way.

Ruckus: Psych! …Hmm, haven’t had an excuse to say that since, like, 1990.

Terry Marvin to his feet. Biggs as well, albeit more slowly. The champion swings a wild right hand, but the Real Show ducks it and drives Biggs into the canvas with an edge-o-matic, hooking the leg.

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Harvey: No! Kickout from the champion!

Chase: Whew!

Quickly shifting position, Terry hooks Biggs’ arms and chin, wrenching back to apply his signature Show’s Over. And the crowd pops, surprisingly, as Biggs writhes under the strain of the hold.

Ruckus: It’s over. Biggs has nowhere to go.

Except the champion’s feet are close enough to the ropes, that he’s able to drape one under them, to inspire the break.

Ruckus: Dammit.

Terry holds on for four seconds more, and breaks the hold right before the 5 count. Then, he lifts Biggs up for a kick to the gut. But Biggs catches the challengers foot. So Tmarv drops him with an enzuguri. Then, lifting Biggs up a second time, Marvin signals for the You’re Canceled. He hooks the arm and shoots his arm forward… but at the last second, Biggs counters with a surprise inside cradle.

Chase: Ladies and gentlemen, the adaptability of YOUR Overdrive champion.

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Terry rolls through, as does Biggs, hopping to his feet and rushing towards the ropes… back-flipping off the second one as Terry gets to his feet, and dropping the challenger with a flipping inverted DDT. And as the referee positions himself to count, Biggs pikes his pin attempt and throws his feet onto the second rope for leverage.

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Ruckus: Huh uh, not this time.

Throwing off his headset, Ruckus rushes over-

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Kickout!

Biggs stands, incensed! And starts jaw-jocking Ruckus. Ruckus shrugs, like, bring it! So Biggs does, leaning over the top rope to swipe at the Contourage member. But Terry Marvin is up, and running. And he jumps over Biggs’ back, flipping forward to hotshot the champion over the top rope with an outside-diving neckwhip. And the crowd goes ape shit.

APW! APW! APW! APW!

Terry rises to his feet and shoots a smirk to Ruckus, who points, as if to say, ‘Smirk later. Go pin him!’ So Marvin slides under the bottom rope and hooks the far leg.

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Ruckus cheers! The fans cheer! Johnny Chase all but craps himself. And Terry rises to his knees in celebration…

And then, the ref sees Biggs other foot draped on the bottom rope. And he calls off the pinfall.

Harvey: Unbelievable!

Chase: You’re telling me. I almost had a coronary!

TMarv can’t believe it either, and he’s incensed. Hopping up he stalks toward the referee, who backs into the far corner, hands up, no longer worried about legality or disqualifications, but about personal safety. But before anything can go down, Biggs is up and grabbing TMarv’s shoulder to spin him around. And Terry responds by ducking a right hand and catching Biggs in a Side Effect set-up. Biggs reacts, shooting two stiff elbows into the side of Terry’s head, but eventually, the Real Show is able to lift Biggs and drop him with a somewhat sloppy Side Effect. Standing, the challenger turns to the crowd and motions for the belt around his waist. And as the crowd responds with a loud mixed reaction, Terry Marvin climbs to the top rope.

Harvey: Here’s something you don’t see every day.

By now, Ruckus has returned to the commentary booth.

Ruckus: Extreme times call for extreme measures, Darren. And God’s Gift to Wrestling is pulling out the Corkscrew Moonsault!

But before Marvin can turn around, Biggs leaps to his feet and runs toward the corner, jumping onto the top rope in one bound and throwing Terry Marvin to the mat with a deep arm drag. And the crowd rises to their feet as the challenger bounces off the mat and pops back to his feet, disoriented…

Wandering right into a boot to the gut from Biggs, and the-

Chase: Crashing Back to Earth!!!

Harvey: And he got ALL of that!

Ruckus: Damn…

And it’s all over but the technicality, as Biggs hooks Terry Marvin’s leg.

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Winner: Biggs

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner…. And STILL Action Packed Wrestling Overdrive champion… BIGGS!

And “Spaceman” hits the PA as the ring attendant hands Biggs his title, and the champ scales the turnbuckle to stand atop it and pose.

But as he hops off the turnbuckle, and turns back to the ring, there’s Terry Marvin, staring him down with an unsettling grin on his face. At the same time, Ryan Ruckus drops his headset and slides into the ring, to stand beside his Contourage partner.

Harvey: This isn’t looking good for Biggs.

Chase: Do something, Harvey!

Slowly, methodically, Ryan Ruckus and Terry Marvin stalk toward the Overdrive champion. The look on their faces makes it obvious they don’t intend to congratulate him. And then, from the PA-

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

And a body comes running down the ramp, toward the ring.

Harvey: That’s AJ King, another participant in the Rasslemania Overdrive championship scramble. And he’s come to even the odds!

Chase: Ha ha, take that, losers!

AJ slides into the ring and pops up next to Biggs. With a nod, he turns to face off with Ryan Ruckus and Terry Marvin, who continue their methodical approach, walking right up to AJ King and smiling…

-As he raise his hand to give them both a high-five, then turns with a wicked grin of his own for Biggs.

Chase: What?!

Harvey: AJ King has aligned with the Contourage!

And quick as hell, all three men lunge at Biggs, who falls onto his butt and scrambles under the bottom rope, clutching his Overdrive title to his shoulder, as he backs his way up the ramp, with a look of wide-eyed disbelief. And as he does, a brand-new image appears on the Action Tron….

“Watch Me Shine” by Fozzy begins to trickle from the PA, as in the ring, the three members of the Contourage are gathered. Terry Marvin stands to the left, head low, still frustrated from his near-miss Overdrive title win. Both Ruckus and AJ come over and give him a slap on the shoulder, as if to say, ‘Don’t sweat it, man. We’ll get him next time.’ That next time being at Rasslemania.

And Ryan Ruckus has a mic.

Ryan Ruckus: That’s right, Action Packers, The Contourage has some new blood!

The crowd pops with a mixed reaction, as AJ King steps slightly forward and raises one arm while nodding his head.

Ryan Ruckus: And with the edition of AJ King to the already mind-blowing tandem of a Conqueror such as myself, and ‘God’s Gift to Wrestling,’ Terry Marvin, you all are witnessing the moment where we cement ourselves as the most unified and legitimate threat, not only to Biggs’ now-doomed Overdrive title reign, but to the entire APW as well. Because blood might be thicker than water, but respect is thicker than blood.

AJ King grabs the mic.

AJ King: That’s right, Ruck. (Circling his stablemates, to address the audience in the round) You know, when I heard that the ‘Real Show’ and the ‘One Man Hall of Fame’ were looking to fill out the ranks of their new group, I asked myself… AJ, what’s the one thing that could take two already impressive Mega Stars and propel them completely Beyond Reality itself?’ And as I was looking in the mirror backstage, the answer hit me. …Join them!

The crowd pops again. The cheers now almost rivaling the boos. Maybe cause in the Staples Center, the number of Internet Wrestling Community smarks far out-number the kids and single moms.

AJ continues.

AJ King: So that’s what I did, at my first opportunity. I joined the ranks to make the Contourage a TRIFECTA of brilliance, and if you don’t mind me saying so, the APW will NEVER be the SAME.

The crowd is up again, chanting ‘APW! APW!’ AJ waits for them to quiet down a bit before proceeding.

AJ King: In my promo this week, I spoke about making an impact. About honor, respect, and tenacity. About the ripples of change that result from new stimuli. But what you’re seeing right here- (pointing to himself, Ruckus and TMarv) -This goes far beyond ripples. This right here… These three men standing in this ring right now… we are one giant cannonball of change in this stagnant pond of a federation. Because it’s time for a little ‘Honor Amongst Thieves,’ and you don’t have to like it, but you’ll DAMN SURE have to live with it, because the Contourage is here to stay!

Handing the mic off to Terry Marvin, AJ steps back a bit, to let the Real Show take the floor.

Terry Marvin: AJ tells it like it is, losers. (Turning to look up the entrance ramp) And every single person in the back… Biggs, Sally Talfourd, Level One, President Jeff, hell, Hannah F-ing Storm, you’re ALL on notice. For FAR too long now, this place has rested on the laurels of the status quo. Feeding you the same regurgitated schlock week after week, match after match. Don’t believe me, just tune in to Rasslemania, to watch Level One versus Sally Talfourd part 82. …And while you’re tuned in, be sure to check out the Overdrive title scramble, certain to be THE match of the show, and watch as the Contourage brings home the gold in their very first Pay Per view appearance.

Walking over, he puts a hand on Ruckus’ shoulder.

Terry Marvin: Sure, I might’ve fallen a little short today, as we all have in the past couple weeks. But each and every one of us have come within one misstep of pinning that Space-Case’s shoulders to the mat. Each and every one of us have made him realize just how lucky he’s been to escape by the skin of his teeth. But at Rasslemania, he has to face all THREE of us, in succession. And if he barely escaped with his title against EACH of us, there’s no Milky WAY moonboots is going to be able to stop ALL of us. …Which all adds up to one thing… the Overdrive title coming to its new and future home, The Contourage! …I mean, who’s going to stop us? Chris Cyrus??

He turns to look questioningly at Ruckus and AJ, who are both chuckling and shaking their heads.

Terry Marvin: Not a chance! The only thing THAT guy has done in the past six months is achieve a split decision in one… yeah, I’ll say it… mind-numbingly BORING midcard match. So no, Chris Cyrus won’t be stopping us. And neither will Biggs, and neither will President Jeff, and neither will any-damn-body else back there. Because there’s a new Greatest Thing to Ever Happen to Wrestling. And it’s The Contourage!

Another pop from the crowd, as Terry rounds out his train of thought. Then he turns to Ruckus.

Terry Marvin: And now, a word from our fearless leader.

And he hands the mic off to Ryan Ruckus, who gets a sizeable reaction from his hometown crowd.

Ryan Ruckus: Thanks, Terry. And I’m glad you mentioned that ‘fearless leader’ bit, because I want to clear something up. I know last week, you and I wrestled for creative control of this Contourage movement, but as far as I’m concerned, that was merely a formality, necessary to the founding and development of this amazing thing we’re doing. But now that the names, and brands, and theme songs, and members are all squared away, I’m relinquishing my quote/unquote leadership of our little merry band of pranksters. The whole IDEA of the Contourage hinges on mutual respect. I respect Terry and AJ, and they respect me and each other. And as such, I see no need for ANY leader in the traditional sense. Instead, we will be a three-man democracy of domination… an oligarchy of in-ring omnipotence… and unstoppable collective of ‘call everyone you know and tell the script just changed!’ Because the Contourage has been called in for rewrites, and the only people getting Hollywood endings now, are the three men you see before you. When the smoke clears and the votes are cast, the Oscar for most awe-inspiring event to ever change the face of APW will be awarded to… US! …Ryan Ruckus, Terry Marvin, and AJ King… The CONTOURAGE, bitches. Bet on it!

Then, breaking the ranks, Ruckus walks toward the ropes and stares up the ramp, as if he can see directly into the Overdrive champion’s locker room.

Ryan Ruckus: And Squiggles, I hope you’re paying particular attention to this moment, brother. Your so-called ‘Greatest Overdrive Title Reign Ever’ just ended the moment you scurried from this ring on your backside, wide-eyed and scared shitless. So kiss that shiny belt you were clutching so close to your shoulder goodbye. Because, come Rasslemania, the Contourage… AJ King… Terry Marvin… and this Ruck… is for YOU!

And then he drops the mic, and “Watch Me Shine” plays as the three stablemates take to the turnbuckles to pose.

Harvey: Well! What do you think about THAT, Johnny Chase?

The camera pans to Johnny, who just sits there, jaw-dropped and speechless.

Harvey: …Stay tuned, folks. We’ll be right back.

[President Jeff]

[Backstage in BD's locker room again. The door opens, and Brandon walks in with a bottle of baby powder. Kaycee looks at him quizically.]

Kaycee: Donny, what'd you do?

Brandon: Oh, nothing much...

[Brandon snickers to himself a bit.]

Kaycee: Don't you think this is a little... childish?

Brandon: No! But also, they started it!

Kaycee: Just because they started it doesn't mean you have to continue it.

Brandon: But, but, payback. Fun.

Kaycee: Oye, he's gone caveman again.

[Kaycee sighs before heading into the bathroom.]

Brandon: Hey babe, I'ma grab some of your lotion real quick, okay?

Kaycee: 'Kay!

[Brandon reaches into Kaycee's gym bag and pulls out a bottle of lotion. He sits down on the bench and pours some out of the tube, before rubbing it into his skin. A few moments pass by and Brandon begins to feel something... almost like skin burning. He looks down at his arm where he's rubbing and sees the hair on his arm falling off.]

Brandon: ...AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Kaycee: Donny?!

[Kaycee rushes out of the bathroom to see Brandon freaking out, staring at his arm in shock. Kaycee sees the hair coming off of his arm and quirks an eyebrow.]

Brandon: Where the hell did you get this lotion?

[Kaycee grabs the bottle and examines it, smelling the inside for a second before coming to a conclusion.]

Kaycee: That's not lotion... it's nair!

Brandon: As in the hair removal...*looks down at his arm* nevermind. ...Dammit Gates! Oh, he's gonna pay for this one!

Kaycee: Wait a minute, they messed with MY stuff now.

Brandon: They did. And?

Kaycee: And...

[Kaycee whispers into her husband's ear.]

Brandon: ...Your vengeance is swift and brutal.

Kaycee: They shoulda left me out of it.

Brandon: Note to self: Never prank Kaycee.

Kaycee: A good thought. Now, go get cleaned up, that stuff's not fatal. Just wash it off. I've got vengeance to be had.

[Brandon nods before Kaycee smirks and steps out of the room. The scene fades back to the ring.]


Paige: The following is a non title contest scheduled for one fall

Cameras fade in, as "Jurassitol" By Filter plays out over the arena of screaming fans, as Cid Phoenix comes out dressed in black and red tights, and black boots with red shin guards. He is wearing a long sleeveless duster that sways behind him, as he makes his way towards the ring. He hops up, one knee on the turnbuckle and smiles to the crowd as he pulls himself up using the top rope and steps through the ring ropes, entering the ring. He leans back against the turnbuckle, awaiting for his opponent to be announced.

Paige: Introducing First, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at 162 pounds, CID PHOEEENIX!

Harvey: Cid Phoenix certainly looking intense tonight!

Chase: He's got a gleam in his eye, Harv. Some thing's up..

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 240 pounds, he is the current APW XTREME CHAMPION..MATT WARD!!

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 as he taunts the fans as they go nuts as Matt Ward makes his way towards the ring, Cid Phoenix dives over the top rope, his coat trailing behind him as he goes crashing into Matt with a suicide dive.

Harvey: Oh my God! Cid Phoenix just flew over the top rope and kamikazied the Xtreme Champion!

Chase: There's alot at stake in this match, Harv! If Cid can manage a win here, he moves closer towards the Xtreme Championship!

Harvey: Yes, but what about what he said earlier? He said he didn't care about the title! It's certainly going to be interesting seeing how this match plays out between these two competitors here tonight on the final Overdrive before Rasslemania!

Matt Ward Vs Cid Phoenix


Outside the ring, Cid gets to his feet and starts stomping away on before dragging him to his feet and rolling him inside the ring. Cid Phoenix follows him in, and as both men are up, Cid starts laying into Matt Ward with punches and chops, eventually bringing the larger man down to one knee. Cid Phoenix walks away and screams at the crowd, inciting a sea of mixed cheers and jeers.

Harvey: Cid Phoenix certainly looking focused here tonight! He hasn't even taken off his duster!

Chase: Well, he'd have to be, he's in there with the Xtreme Champion!

Harvey: Well, earlier Cid Phoenix remarked his dislike of the champion, as well as the Red Shield Mafia and what he thought about the Xtreme Championship and I for one think - -

WHAM!

Cid Phoenix crashes to the mat, the victim of a Matt Ward Tilt-A-Whirl backbreaker!

Chase: Wow! Did you see that? He almost broke Cid Phoenix in half!

Matt Ward catches his breath a moment, before picking Cid up off the floor and laying into the man with a stiif forearm shot that sends him stumbling back against the ropes. Matt continues the assault, whipping Cid across the ring to the ropes. Cid rebounds and Matt knocks him back down to the mat with a spinning heel kick. Matt lays into Cid with a few elbow drops to the chest, before draggin him to his feet and executing a go behind back suplex. Cid bounces off the mat, and rolls over on his stomach gasping for air.

Harvey: He really jarred Cid with that move!

Chase: I've a feeling it's gonna take more than that to put down Cid!

Matt stands over Cid and speaks inaudibly, then hoists him up again to pick him up and ram him into the corner. Cid yelps upon impact, as Matt Ward climbs over him and starts hammering away with a slew of mounted punches. The crowd counts alongside Matt, as he connects with each one..

Harvey: Matt Ward is in total control of this match so far!

Chase: So far..

As the crowd gets to the count of 8, Matt drops down and steps back to the middle of the ring, and comes running full speed at Cid, flipping forward in a cannonball attack but at the last second, Cid moves out of the way. Matt goes crashing upside down, backfirst into the turnbuckles, getting his leg hooked in the process!

Harvey: Matt Ward's caught upside down in the corner!

Chase: Boy, did he crash and burn there!

Harvey: Cid's gotta capitalize here if he's to pick up a win!

Cid shakes the cobwebs, as he crawls away, then gets to his feet seeing Matt hanging upside down in the corner. He immediately runs forward, launching himself in the air and connecting with a hesitation dropkick to Matt's chest! The crowd goes nuts as the impact releases Matt, who slumps down in a heap on the mat.

Harvey: The hangtime on that dropkick was tremendous!

Chase: Matt Ward's just had the wind knocked out of him! Cid could own this if he plays his cards right!

Cid catches his breath, as Matt Ward stirs and starts to get up onto his feet. He gets up as Cid starts brawling him towards the ropes. Matt Ward reverses and Irish whip and goes for a big boot, but Cid rolls underneath his leg and grabiing his free leg, executes a takedown. Cid immediately goes to trap Matt Ward's arm, but Matt Ward wide-eyed, sees the attempt and rolls outside the ring..

Harvey: It looked like Cid was going for the Quicksand Jesus early on in this match!

Chase: It be the best way to try and win this one. The early bird catches the worm!

Matt re-enters the ring and the two men circle one another again, and Matt goes for the tie up, but Cid slips around him with a go-behind, and nails him with a stiff low dropkick to the backs of his knees. Matt screams out in agony, as Cid advances, and begins stomping on his legs, a feral grunt emanating from his throat each time he makes contact.

Harvey: Cid Phoenix certainly showing some serious aggression tonight!

Chase: Well, he needs this win if he's to be taken seriously around here!

Harvey: Yes, but tonight it's as if we're seeing a different side to the man. He didn't smile at the fans, nor did he show any emotion coming to the ring. He's definitely all business right now!

Chase: Well, if you were constantly being treated as the stepping stone of the Red Shield Mafia, you'd certainly react in a similar manner, wouldn't you?

Inside the ring, Matt crawls to the ropes as Cid continues to stomp wildly on his knee. The referee admonishes Cid, backing him away.

Chase: Cid, had better watch out or he might get himself disqualified, here.

Matt Ward uses the ropes to climb up onto his feet, as Cid marches forward. Suddenly Matt lunges forth, nailing him with a stiff jumping corkscrew roundhouse kick that turns the smaller man inside out. The crowd explodes with chants of "Holy Sh*t, as Cid rolls around on the mat, holding his face, as Matt, walks about gingerly, shaking the pain away in his leg..

Harvey: Holy Cow! What a kick!

Chase: Cid took his eyes off of the man for one second, and paid the price!

Matt stalks over and lands several elbows to the small of Cid's back. Cid groans, as he rolls over onto his stomach, only to be met with another two elbow drops to the ribcage. Matt Ward gets up and screams out to the crowd.

Harvey: Matt Ward getting this capacity crowd fired up!

Matt drags Cid up onto his feet by his hair, and follows up with a hard slap across the face, that whirls Cid around. Matt capitalizes with an electric facebuster that bounces Cid like a rubber ball off the mat.

Harvey: Matt Ward certainly asserting himself here now to say the least!

Chase: If he continues this big move syndrome, he'll be walking out of here the winner!

Matt Ward gives Cid a running kick to the ribs, then hoists him up by the throat and hard Irish whips him to the corner. Cid Phoenix slams chest first into the corner and bounces out to land on his back on the mat. Matt Ward grins at the crowd as he makes a cutthroat gesture..

Harvey: Matt Ward signaling for the end, here?

Chase: Remember, Harv - The early bird--

Harvey: Yes, Chase, I remember..

Matt Ward hoists Cid up onto his feet and shoves him into the corner. He punches him square in the jaw, then picks him up to seat him up on the top turnbuckle..

Harvey: Oh, My! This could very well be the end!

Matt climbs the turnbuckle and wraps Cid's arms around in a double under hook.

Chase: He's going for the Killshot!

Matt hoists Cid upwards, but Cid pushes on the turnbuckles adding momentum, and flipping over on top of Matt Ward!

Harvey: Oh My God!

Chase: What a counter by Cid!!!

The crowd goes wild, as the referee hesitates for a moment, before dropping down to make the count..

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

KICKOUT!!!

Harvey: There's still a hopeful ray of light in Cid Phoenix!

Chase: I really thought he was finished! Bravo!

Meanwhile inside the ring, Cid Phoenix gets up and runs to the ropes. He rebounds and Matt is up and clutches Cid prepping for the Darkness Falls, but in mid-lift, Cid twists, and drops Matt Ward with a driving armbar takedown, hooking his arm with his legs and locking in...

BOTH: QUICKSAND JESUS!!!

Cid screams aloud as he pulls back on Matt's neck. Matt screams as he tries to power out of the move, but to no avail, as his hand hovers above the mat..

Chase: Is he gonna tap??

Harvey: Cid's got the fingers locked!

Chase: My God! He's on him like a pit bull terrier!

Matt tries to maneuver himself towards the ropes, but can't withstand the pressure on his neck, as he he finally taps out and the referee immediately calls for the bell.

Winner: Cid Phoenix

Harvey: What an amazing victory by Cid Phoenix heading into Rasslemania!!!

Chase: This was a huge victory for Cid Phoenix!

Harvey: Yes, but what's next for the man? He rebuffed the title, saying he didn't want any part of it!

Chase: Well, he's entitled to his opinion, Harv! Don't give him a hard time now!!!

Suddenly, a sea of boos echoes the arena, as the Red Shield Mafia come out and stand at the top of the rampway, applauding.

Harvey: What the-- It's the Red Shield Mafia! What are they doing here?!?

Chase: I guess they wanted to personally congratulate Cid on his win tonight!

Harvey: That's baloney!

Diamante Valentine has a microphone in hand, as he points to the ring and speaks..

Diamante: Well, well, well.. I didn't think you had it in you, Cid! But you managed to pull off one hell of win here tonight and we here in the Red Shield Mafia applaud you!

Mannie, Kingston and Damien Walker all applaud and nod in approval, as inside the ring, Cid eyes Diamante Valentine silently.

Diamante: And as for the future "former Xtreme Champion", I only have this to say. Come Rasslemania, I will be taking my title back. So enjoy your time with my championship, because it's going back where it belongs - around my waist!

The arena is a chorus of boos, as Diamante smiles and takes a bow. Cid Phoenix watches them silently, as he looks over his shoulder at Matt Ward, who is getting up on his feet. Cid Phoenix turns and eyes him, then turns his gaze to the RSM, before exiting the ring, and hopping over the guardrail through the sea of fans, leaving Matt Ward alone in the ring.

Harvey: Where's Cid Phoenix going?

Chase: He's got better things to do than deal with Matt's drama! Get outta here, Cid! Your work here is done!

Overdrive goes to commercial.

[President Jeff]

"Fuel" by Metallica hits the speakers. "Supersonic" Branden Harvey makes his way into the ring. You can see stitches at the bridge of his nose from last week. Harvey walks slowly, still in pain, to the ring. He gets in and grabs a mic.

Harvey: Harvey looks pretty banged up from last week.

Chase: Yeah. Knuckles really did a number on him.

Branden: Knuckles, come out here and get in this ring right now.

Chase: He’s actually calling out Knuckles for more?

Harvey: You can say that Branden might have more guts than brains calling out Knuckles but I think he wants to end this once and for all.

"Survival of the Sickest" by Saliva hits the speakers. Johnny Knuckles walks through the curtain with a microphone in his hand. The crowd boos as he looks at them and grins. He looks back at Harvey in the ring.

Knuckles: I got stuff to do, what do you want, Harvey?

Branden: Last week, I proved something. I proved that I can take anything you can dish out. No matter what you do to me, I won't give up. I'll keep getting up and I'll keep coming after you. Knuckles, you can't beat me. So, since I've proven all this, I have request. No. I have a demand. I demand that you face me at Rasslemania. It's time that you and I go one on one. It's time that you pay for your crimes against me. I demand it.

Chase: Harvey certainly growing some balls demanding a match.

Harvey: He has every right. Knuckles has been torturing Harvey for months and he deserves to end this.

Chase: Then take it to Ricky Lake.

Knuckles: YOU DEMAND IT!!? You aren’t in any position to be demanding ANYTHING, Harvey. What do you honestly think you proved? That you can take a hit till I stop hitting you? The fact is Branden, the only reason you aren’t in the hospital right now is because I ALLOW IT! You’re here because I felt like walking away. But seeing as how you can take a “hit,” how about we find out how much more you can take shall we?

Harvey: More mind games by Knuckles. When will this nonsense just end?

Chase: Have you not been paying attention? He said at Rasslemania you moron.

Harvey: Oh shut it Chase.

Knuckles: I’ll accept your little wager and raise you. I’ll accept under the condition that you finally go to HELL! HARDCORE IN HELL!! Where the ropes are made of barbwire and the outside is covered in broken glass and nails anything else you can think of. You think you can take a hit? You don’t know shit, Harvey. I’ve spent my whole career being ripped to shreds, now it’s time you spent some time feeling what hell really feels like.
Chase: Hardcore in Hell? We haven't seen that match since Last Years Rasslemania. This is the most Dangerous match in the history of Action Packed Wrestling!

Harvey: Would be interesting to hear what Branden has to say.

Harvey smiles. He doesn't seem intimidated.

Branden: Is that supposed to intimidate me? I was once the APW Xtreme Champion. In my short career, I've been impaled on spikes in the SWA and fought on a frozen lake in CW. You think Hardcore in Hell intimidates me? Knuckles, you're on.

Branden tosses the mic up the ramp, aiming for Knuckles but falls far short.

Chase: …..And we have our match!

Harvey: I have a very strong feeling that nobody will come out the winner there.

Chase: On the contrary, I think we all will.

We cut backstage as we see Noah Riboflavin walking toward the bathrooms. He is cleverly disguised, having changed into tan slacks and a yellow polo shirt with "event security" emblazoned on the back.

"Hey, you!"

Noah goes white with fear as one of the real event security people spots him. The large man approaches him.

Man: What the hell are you doing?

Noah: Uh..um..securing the event?

Man: Looks to me like you're slacking off. You must be the new guy. What's your name, kid?

Noah nervously blurts out the first name that comes to mind.

Noah: Danny! Danny Glover!

Man: You must be the boss's kid or something. There's no way anyone would hire a weakling like you who couldn't secure a belt. Anyways, be on the lookout for James Chambers, he's supposedly lurking around here without a pass. Kinda resembles a low budget Apollo Creed. Call for backup, do no try and take him down. I'd hate to explain to the boss how his son got skullfucked by a big black man his first day on the job.

The Man scoffs and walks off as Noah ducks into a stairwell. He pulls a walkie talkie from his waist.

Noah: Slutty Jane, this Is Nipple Clamp. Come in Slutty Jane. What's your twenty?

We cut to the far side of the entrance ramp inside the arena to find Slutty Jane, AKA Kenny Riboflavin also posing as Event security. Kenny doesn't blend in as well, largely due to the groucho glasses he wears to "compliment" his disguise, or so he thinks.

Kenny: Nothing so far, Nipple clamp. Still waiting for Jeff to come out and make the announcement. So when this dude comes out, how many times should i hit him?

Noah(On Walkie Talkie): What do you mean?


Kenny: I mean, should i shoot him five times in the head, or three times in the chest and two in the head?

Noah(On Walkie Talkie): Jimmy doesn't want him dead, you idiot! He just wants to know who he is!

Kenny: You sure about that? I think we should ask Jimmy. Chocolate Daddy, come in. This is Slutty Jane.

We the go to the stands, as we see James disguised as a Hot Dog Vendor.

James: This is Chocolate Daddy, go ahead.

Kenny(On Walkie Talkie): Should i hit this mystery man with the AK or the .32?

Before James can answer, he hears a familiar voice behind him.

"A plain dog, please."

James turns around, only to be frozen in his tracks. The voice belongs to President Jeff.

James: Hey, Jeff!

President Jeff: What the hell are you doing, Jimmy?

James: You know, business isn't going so good, IWC doesn't pay much, so I'm here slangin' weiners!

James follows this with a nervous smile, but Jeff isn't buying it.

President Jeff: The jig is up, Jimmy. You've already been given up.

James: I don't know what you're inferring, but i don't appreciate being harassed at my job. So with all due respect, if you're buying, I'm selling, otherwise, move the fuck on!

President Jeff: I don't understand why you couldn't wait to find out.

James: Because i need to know early enough to get a scouting report going! I have to relay this info to my IWC comrades.

President Jeff: What? You don't even know who your team is yet!

James: Huh?

President Jeff: Team IWC hasn't even been decided yet! You're the only one named so far!

James: But, Biff...he gave me the list!

President Jeff: Who was on it?

James: Craig T. Nelson, Samuel L. Jackson, and Gary Busey!

President Jeff: Jimmy, we're friends on Facebook and this looks eerily similar to your "People Who Inspire You" list.

James: So that list isn't not right?

President Jeff: Jimmy, go home, call it a night. Security's already looking for you because of what you did earlier. Even though i don't appreciate you sneaking into my show, i don't want to see your position as Captain of Team IWC compromised, so please, leave now.

A dejected James sighs, and walks away from his Hot Dog Cart, starting off down the hallway. As he goes to turn the corner, he hears Biff Riboflavin bragging to backstage Interviewer Nicky Paige.

Biff: This is awesome! I'm the fourth member of Team APW! And all i had to do was get three morons kicked out. Man, i should have sold Jimmy out sooner---

James swiftly turns the corner, angrily staring daggers through Biff, who is both shocked and terrified. He chuckles nervously and tries to play it off.

Biff: Hey....Jimmy! Where ya been, man? I've been looking all over for--

James suddenly clutches Biff's face with both hands and kisses him.

James: I know it was you, Biff. You broke my heart. You broke my heart!

Overdrive cuts to a commercial.

[President Jeff]

Harvey: Its that time again where we find out the 3rd person being inducted into the APW Hall of Fame

Chase: For everyone that know's this guy, will agree with me that he's deserved it

The camera goes back to the ring where Nicky Paige is standing to announce the next match


Paige: The following contest is a Triple Threat match, where the winner will be the Team captain for APW in the War Games Match at RASSLEMANIA VII

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

Paige: Introducing first, weighing in at 315 pounds, CAPTAIN KLAPPTON

"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.

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

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 237 pounds…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

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

Paige: And their opponents, weighing in at 250 pounds…PENCE WEATHERLIGHT

Pence makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands, and taking poses so that the fans can take pictures of him. He finally makes it into the ring and then jumps up on to one of the turnbuckles and flexes. He then jumps down and repeats the process on the opposite sides turnbuckle, before finally jumping down, waiting for the match to star

Winner becomes Team Captain for APW at Rasslemania
Pence Weatherlight Vs Tommy Knoxville Vs Captain Klappton


The match starts with Pence and Tommy looking at the big man, Captain Klappton. The two then tackle Captain into the corner and they start working on the lower body. Captain grabs Tommy’s head and head butts him and then grabs Pence and shoves him to the mat. Captain grabs Tommy and puts him in the corner and then puts his hand on his throat and starts choking him. The ref counts to 4 and Captain backs off. He looks at the ref and says

“IT IS WHAT IT IS!!!”

Harvey: Its going to be a Disqualification if he’s not careful.

Chase: I don’t understand why this match is even taking place. Klappton is already a Captain, he should be captain for APW in War Games at Rasslemania

Pence begins hitting Captain from behind with forearm shots. Captain turns and Pence throws him into the ropes. Pence goes for a cross body, but Captain catches him and lifts him up in a Gorilla Press and then slams him to the mat. Tommy pulls himself up in the corner and Captain walks towards him and Tommy starts punches Captain, but Captain catches Tommy with a knee to the midsection. Captain throws Tommy to the opposite corner, Tommy hit’s the corner hard and falls to the mat.

Harvey: Captain Klappton as been in control of this entire match so far.

Chase: It Is What It Is!!

Captain walks over to Tommy and bends over to pick him up. Tommy grabs Captain’s leg, hugging it. Pence is up and tackles Captain’s other leg, causing Captain to fall to the mat. Tommy and Pence both begin to stomp on Captain Klappton. They drag him to the middle of the ring, each grabbing a leg and giving him a wish bone. Tommy grabs Captain in a headlock and unleashes a fury of punches to his head and then covers him
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Pence pulls Tommy off.

Harvey: That wasn’t very smart of Tommy at all.

Chase: It Is What It Is!

Tommy gets up and he and Pence are face to face and Pence doesn’t waste time and throws the first punch, knocking Tommy back. Pence hits another punch and then throws Tommy into the ropes and takes him down with a back elbow. Tommy gets up and goes to the corner where Pence follows him and chops him. Pence pulls Tommy out of the corner and hooks him up for a suplex. Pence goes to lift Tommy up, but Tommy blocks it. Tommy gives Pence a few uppercut to the gut and then grabs Pence and takes him up and over with a T-Bone Suplex. Tommy covers
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Captain dives in, making the save

Harvey: Captain Klappton has been on a roll since coming to APW, being undefeated so far, this is his toughest challenge yet

Chase: It Is What It Is!!

Captain grabs Tommy and knocks him down with a short arm clothesline. Captain runs off the ropes and drops a leg drop across Tommy’s upper chest. Captain covers
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Captain picks Tommy up and Tommy gets his head under Captain’s chin, then drops to his knee’s with a jaw breaker. Pence is up and grabs Captain from behind, taking him down with a Russian Leg Sweep. Before Pence can do anything, Tommy kicks him in the head and then grabs him and DDT’s Him. Tommy covers Pence
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Tommy goes over and covers Captain
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Harvey: Tommy took a little too long to cover Captain Klappton

Chase: It Is….

Harvey: SHUT UP WITH THAT!

Tommy works on Captain as he raises to his feet. Captain blocks a punch from Tommy and comes back with a few punches of his own and then throws Tommy into the ropes and gives him a big back body drop. Tommy gets back up, falling into the ropes. Captain throws Tommy back into the ropes and then Captain catches Tommy with a power slam.

Harvey: What impressive strength by Captain. And don’t you say it Johnny.

Chase:….What Happens Happens!

Captain get up and Pence is on the top rope and he dives off and takes Captain off his feet with a flying shoulder. Pence covers
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Kick Out by the Captain

Harvey: Pence almost became APW’s Team Captain here

Chase: SUCH IS LIFE!

Pence helps Captain up and takes him down with a spinning neck breaker. Tommy is up and starts attacking Pence and goes to throw him into the ropes, but Pence reverses it and Pence lifts Tommy up and drops him with a Samoan drop. Pence hooks the leg
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Pence picks Tommy up and sets him up for a Jack Knife Powerbomb. Before he can pick Tommy up, Captain is up and catches Pence in the face with a big boot. Pence goes down and Tommy grabs Captain and takes him down with a Bulldog. With both men down, Tommy begins climbing to the top rope

Harvey: Tommy could be looking to end this with the Iron Curtain!

Chase: IT IS WHAT IT IS!!

Tommy looks at both Captain and Pence, not sure who to leap for. Tommy leaps off with the Frog Splash and lands on Captain Klappton. Tommy covers
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Pence gives him and makes the save. Pence grabs Tommy and throws him out of the ring. Pence yells at Captain to get up. Just as he does, Pence hooks on for the Heavy Artillery (Rock Bottom) but can’t lift The Captain off his feet. The Captain throws Elbows to the side of Pence’s head and then The Captain grabs Pence and locks in a bear hug. The captain is squeezing as tight as he can. Pence screams in pain and then begins punching Captain in the head. Pence breaks free and then runs off the ropes and as Pence comes back, The Captain lifts Pence up and drops him with a Spinebuster that shook the ring. The Captain covers
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Harvey: Just in time

Chase: IT IS WHAT…

Harvey: SHUT UP!

Tommy pulls Captain up and starts punching him. Tommy runs off the ropes and Captain picks him up for a sidewalk slam, but Tommy uses the momentum to turn it into a head scissor, but Captain counters it with an Inverted Power Bomb. Before Captain can make the cover, Pence spins him around and gives him the Code Breaker!

Harvey: Light's Essence

Chase: IT IS WHAT IT IS!!

Pence covers Captain

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Winner and team captain for APW: Pence Weatherlight!

Harvey: A huge victory here tonight for Pence Weatherlight, he needed this win

Chase: Couldn’t have come at a better time with Rasslemania around the corner.

Pence begins to celebrate his victory, but his victory is cut off with “Raining Blood” By Slayer playing over the PA system and the fans begin to cheer.

Harvey: it’s the Boss

Chase: He couldn’t even let Pence celebrate his victory.

Jeff makes his way down to the ring, and then walks around the ring, taking the mic from Nicky Paige before walking up the ring steps and entering the ring. His music cuts out and by this time, Tommy and Captain and back on their feet.

Jeff: First, I want to say, congrats on the win Pence and becoming the Team Captain for team APW in the War Games match at Rasslemania. You all did great here tonight, and you all showed that I’ve made the right choices in having you represent APW at Rasslemania. Captain Klappton, you would have made a great Captain too, but you know, IT IS WHAT IT IS!

The fans laugh as Jeff gives a thumbs up into the camera

Jeff: But in a serious note, Rasslemania is about two weeks away. And I’ve challenged IWC to take 4 guys and put them against APW’s 4 guys in a War Games match at Rasslemania. Now, as you all know, these three are all on team APW. And we’ve yet to find out IWC’s four guys. But we will this Sunday on IWC Asylum when a few qualifying matches take place. But anyways, the reason I came out here, is to announce, the 4th member of Team APW.

Harvey: Man, it could be anyone

Chase: Jeff is known to always having a few tricks up his sleeve.

Jeff: For this match, I needed to find someone that I could trust. I needed someone who could go into this match, and get the job done. I thought for a long time about who I wanted for the fourth spot, and I finally got it. This man has wrestled in a War Games Match before. He’s a multi-time World Champion, he’s a hall of famer

Harvey: Michael Lively?

Chase: Twister?

Jeff: Ladies and Gentilmen, please welcome, the 4th Member of Team APW
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The fans cheer as Pence, Tommy, and Captain all look at Jeff all surprised

Jeff: Don’t look so surprised guys, did you guys really think that I wouldn’t be part of a match at Rasslemania. ITS RASSLE FREAKIN MAINA. I’ve never missed a single Rasslemania and I wasn’t going to start this year. Besides Dr. Matt, I’m the only guy to have wrestled at every Rasslemania, and after this year, I will be the only person to ever wrestle at every Rasslemania. it’s the only thing I have left as a wrestler. So everyone, take a good look at the winning team at War Games at Rasslemania. You have Captain Klappton, Tommy Knoxville, Myself, President Hurricane Jeff and the team Captain…PENCE WEATHERLIGHT!

And one more thing, Team IWC, Just remember this, THUR HOWLING WINDS….AND POURING RAIN….YOU WILL FEAR…….

The fans yell out “THE HURRICANE”

Jeff: TEAM A…..P…..W!

With that Raining Blood playing again, Jeff shakes his team members hands

Harvey: This looks like a hell of a team for War Games

Chase: I knew all along it was President Jeff as the fourth member, I didn’t want to spoil it for everyone

Harvey: Yah, right

Overdrive goes to commercial.

[President Jeff]

“Never Gonna Give You Up/Smells Like Teen Spirit Mash Up” begins to play as IWC General Manager Reginald Schmidt steps out onto the stage to loud boos from the crowd.

Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen, we are being joined by IWC General Manager Reginald Schmidt! What does have to say to the APW fans!?

Chase: No doubt this goof is here to talk about War Games!

He politely waves to the crowd before beginning to speak.

Reginald: For those of you who don't know me, I am the General Manager of the most extreme wrestling federation in all of professional wrestling, IWC! I am Reginald Schmidt!

Reggie gives a big grin as the fans boo him.

Reginald: Now I know that all of you are only booing me because you're a pro-APW crowd, but I bet I know a way to make all of you cheer for me at the top of your lungs! How's that, you ask? By showing you some hardcore pornography right on the APW-Tron!

Some of the older male fans cheer loudly at this announcement.

Chase: I like this guy already!

Harvey: You would!

Reginald: I knew that would get your attention! Unfortunately, this being a family show, I can't get away with that, but in all seriousness, at RassleMania, when IWC faces off against APW in War Games, I am confident that many of you will be convinced as to why IWC is the place to be Sunday nights! Now APW has already announced their team, and so I thought it would only be appropriate to announce IWC's! Granted, there's not much to announce yet, as this Sunday, on IWC Asylum, we will be running three qualifying matches to determine the IWC participants of War Games. However, there must be four members of the team, and while it's tempting for me pull a President Jeff and join Team IWC, I think it's more appropriate that I let the IWC Misfits represent themselves! As such, I've already selected the Team Captain for Team IWC, and will reveal him to all of you here tonight!

Chase: Let's just hope that he doesn't reveal himself like he did at the Dance Off against President Jeff at their last Super Show!

Reginald: Ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to the IWC Insane Champion and Captain of Team IWC, “Judo Jimmy” James Chambers!

The crowd lets off a mixed reaction as “On My Way to the Cage” begins to play and James Chambers steps out onto the stage. Chambers raises his arms triumphantly, looking as intimidating as possible as Reginald begins to speak again.

Reginald: President Jeff and the rest of Team APW, let me be the first to put you on notice, that when you step into the cage with Team IWC, you'll be stepping into the Asylum with the craziest, most insane set of Misfits you can imagine! When you enter the War Games cage, you'll be stepping into our natural environment, and we will crush you!

Chambers punches his fist into his other hand to emphasize this point. Reginald hands the mic to Chambers.

Chambers: And there's two things you can do about it, APW! Nothing, and like it!

“On My Way to the Cage” plays again as Reginald and Chambers exit back through the curtain as the crowd boos them.

Buckcherry's “All Night Long” blares over the speakers as the camera focuses on Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase at the announce table. Chase has a RassleMania T-Shirt on.

Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen, we are just 17 short days away from the biggest pay per view of the year, APW RassleMania VII!

Chase: This year's RassleMania promises to be one of the best ever from top to bottom!

The screen switches to a classy black and white background with the RassleMania logo at the top of the screen.



A bright light simulating a flash bulb flashes on the screen as Biggs is shown smirking with the Overdrive Title slung over his shoulder. Ryan Ruckus shows up next, followed by “The Real Show” Terry Marvin, then AJ King, and finally Chris Cyrus. The light flashes again as the portraits of all five men are shown together, with the words “APW Overdrive Championship Scramble” below them.

Harvey: The Overdrive Championship is on the line as Biggs defends it against Ryan Ruckus, “The Real Show” Terry Marvin, AJ King, and Chris Cyrus in a Championship Scramble Match! Whoever gets the last pinfall leaves RassleMania as the Overdrive Champion!

Chase: This is the most jeopardy Biggs' Overdrive Championship has been in since he won it at Christmas Chaos! Will he establish himself as the greatest Overdrive Champion of all time, or will one of the four other men make their own RassleMania moment by becoming taking the title from him!?

The light flashes again as Young Mannie and JR Kingston pop up on the screen, followed by Cid Pheonix and Danny Crane. The light flashes again as all four men's pictures are shown.

Chase: Also, in tag team action, Red Shield Mafia members Young Mannie and JR Kingston take on The Anti-Establishment, Cid Phoenix and Danny Crane!

Harvey: This should be a hard hitting contest, as both factions have been going at it for some time now!

The screen flashes again, and “Supersonic” Branden Harvey is shown smiling before switching to Johnny Knuckles punching his own hand. Another flash, and both men are shown on the screen with “Hardcore in Hell Match” written across the bottom of the screen.

Harvey: As we found out earlier tonight, “Supersonic” Branden Harvey and Johnny Knuckles will be going at it in a Hardcore in Hell Match at RassleMania!

Chase: A few weeks ago, we found out it was Johnny Knuckles behind the vicious assaults on Harvey over the last month, and now they'll get to settle it in the ring in one of the most wild matches possible!

The screen switches to showing Matt Ward with the Xtreme Title around his waist, and then showing Diamante Valentine slicking back his hair. The screen then shows both men with the words “Tai Pei Death Match” at the bottom.

Harvey: Talking about wild matches, Matt Ward will defend the APW Xtreme Title against the man he won it from, Diamante Valentine, when they go head to head in a Tai Pei Death Match!

Chase: Both men will have their hands wrapped in rope, with shards of glass glued on! This match will be brutal, and won't be for the faint of heart!

Harvey: It's Xtreme, that's for sure!

The screen transitions to showing a graphic of a ladder opening and closing before showing the Beautiful Disaster, Brandon and Kaycee Young, with the APW Tag Team Titles over their shoulders, before switching to C.J. Gates and Blade. All four competitors are shown on the same screen as the light flashes, and the words “APW Tag Team Title Ladder Match” are at the bottom of the screen.

Harvey: Also, the APW Tag Team Titles will be on the line in a rematch from Survive and Conquer, as The Beautiful Disaster, Brandon and Kaycee Young, defend their titles against the former champs, C.J. Gates and Blade in a Tag Team Ladder Match!

Chase: Blade and Gates established themselves as the premiere tag team in APW before the Beautiful Disaster arrived, and they want to stake their claim at that distinction again! But Brandon and Kaycee don't look to make it easy for them, not by a long shot!

Harvey: Which team will scale the heights to glory, and which one will have their hopes come crashing down!?

The flash bulbs go off again, and the War Games cage is superimposed over the background! Pence Weatherlight, Tommy Knoxville, Captain Klappton, and President Jeff all flash across the screen before James Chambers appears on the screen with three blacked out silhouettes with question marks in them follow him. It then transitions to a screen where Team APW is on one side, and Team IWC is on the other!

Harvey: And then there's the APW versus IWC War Games match! We already know that Team APW will consist of Pence Weatherlight, Tommy Knoxville, Captain Klappton, and President Jeff! As was announced earlier tonight by IWC General Manager Reginald Schmidt, “Judo Jimmy” James Chambers will be the captain of team IWC, with the other three members being determined in qualifying matches this Sunday on IWC Asylum!

Chase: This match is all about bragging rights, pure and simple! And thanks to President Jeff winning the dance off at IWC's Blood, Sweat, and Broken Teeth, APW gets the advantage throughtout the match!

The flash bulbs go off, and a bunch of silhouettes are shown with the words “IWC Battle Royale” at the bottom of the screen.

Harvey: IWC will also be involved at RassleMania, as the entire roster that isn't in the War Games Match will participate in an Over the Top Rope Battle Royale, where the winner will get a shot at James Chambers' IWC Championship!

Chase: Some APW wrestlers may get involved in this one as well! It should be a fun match!

Finally, the flash bulbs flash once more, and Sally Talfourd is shown patting the APW Championship belt as it is slung over her shoulder before transitioning to Level-One showing his ever present scowl. The flash bulbs go off again as both competitors are shown on the same screen, with the words “APW Heavyweight Championship Match” shown at the bottom.

Harvey: And finally, there's our main event of the evening, where Sally Talfourd defends the APW Heavyweight Championship against the #1 Contender, Level-One!

Chase: This match is for the richest prize in all of wrestling! This will be Sally Talfourd's first RassleMania, and she has to defend her title against the man who has headlined the last two RassleManias!

Harvey: There's no doubt that Level-One has been here before, but then again, Sally Talfourd has seemingly had Level-One's number ever since she won the APW Heavyweight Championship from him in the Elimination Chamber at One Night in Hell! It all comes to a head in our RassleMania Main Event!

The music continues to play as the screen turns back to Harvey and Chase.

Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen, you do not want to miss APW RassleMania VII! Please, call your cable or satellite provider now and find out how you can join us for all the action on Sunday, March 27th!

Chase: And if you can't do that, then find a bar or a friend's house where you can watch it, because if you miss out, you'll be missing out on the biggest night of the year for APW!

The camera cuts backstage with the screen split into 3 section. 1 section has Sally walking backstage towards the ring arena, the 2nd section shows Level One warming up his arm to make the pin falls, and the 3rd is The Exchange Rate heading towards the ring.

Harvey: Sally Talfourd Verses The Exchange Rate, Level One guest referee…NEXT!

Commercial.

[President Jeff]

Paige: The following contest is a handicap match and it is your main event of the evening

Put you on game by Lupe Faisco blasts the PA system as Level-One steps out from the curtain wearing his custom referee jersey and matching headband. Level-One bobs his head to his own theme music as he slowly strolls out down the ramp, even slapping a few hands along the way as he embraces the warmest welcome he's received to date.

Paige: Please welcome the special guest referee for the main event...LEVEL ONE!

Once on the outside apron, he climbs up on the barricade and raises a clenched fist in the air to which he receives some solid cheers.

Harvey: I have to say, Chase... you've done a great job with this Level-One fan campaign. He isn't Sally Talfourd by any means but he's got some real support behind him.

Chase: Well, when you're dealing with a man as decorated in this business as he is, it's a lot easier then you think. I have no doubt that everyone in this building has wanted to cheer alongside Level-One since day one. Well, they're getting their wish because he's a changed man!

Harvey: Does that mean you're going to stop being mean to me, every night?

Chase: Shut up, you whiny little girl!

Harvey: Well, I guess I got my answer...

Level-One enters the ring and tauntingly pretends to count a pin 1...2; before kipping up to his feet and laughing pointing at a segment of Sally Talfourd fans trying to get on their nerves as the crowd anxiously awaits the competitors.

Paige: Introducing first, weighing in at a combined weight of 450 lbs, they are the team of Blade and C.J. Gates...The Exchange Rate!



As Blade and Gates make their way out from the back, "Always" by Erasure begins to play throughout the arena. The usually animated duo run out and stop as they hear the music.

Chase: Erasure! Awesome! This is great!

The Exchange Rate pause at the top of the ramp looking somewhat perplexed. Some fans continue to cheer while some burst into laughter. C.J. Gates smirks and shakes his head as Blade looks annoyed, glancing up toward the screen with disgust. Gates motions down to the ring and, after a shrug from Blade, the two men begin to make their way down the ramp as the soothing tones of "Always" continue to play. Gates slaps hands with a few of the fans at ringside before climbing into the ring, while Blade just walks to the ring

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

Paige: Making her way to the ring this evening, weighing in at a sublime one-hundred and forty pounds, standing in at five feet and ten inches of perfection, this is Sally Talfourd!

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

Level-One stands in the middle of the ring, in between Sally Talfourd and The exchange rate. Sally Talfourd is shouting at CJ Gates taunting him as she tells Level-One to hurry up and ring the bell; instead Level-One exercise his role as referee and pushes Sally Talfourd back towards her turnbuckle and tells her to stay there. He walks back over to CJ Gates and Blade and proceeds to give them both a light pat down to ensure they have no weapons.

Harvey: What the hell is this!? The TSA!?

Chase: Hey, you should be glad Level-One is keeping the ring safe from terrorists like Sally Talfourd! Who knows what kinds of weapons she's carrying!

Sally Talfourd Vs The Exchange Rate


Level-One than walks over to Sally Talfourd and smiles. Sally Talfourd crosses her arm and shakes her head as the crowd treats Level-One with a mixed reaction. He gives her a far more ''intrusive pat down'' ending it off with a slap on the ass! Sally Talfourd is clearly fuming, as Level-One laughs it off towards the middle of the ring, garnishing laughter and cheers by a large segment of the crowd. Before Sally Talfourd can approach Level-One to retaliate he rings the bell as Sally Talfourd is rocked by a short armed clothesline by CJ Gates!

Harvey: There is no way, Level-One is going to call this match right down the middle. The searches he gave CJ Gates and Blade were pale in comparison to how he treated Sally!

Chase: As if you wouldn't cop a feel!? Come on, Harvey—get over yourself!



CJ Gates grabs Sally Talfourd up to her feet by her hair and tosses her into her corners turnbuckle as he begins to nail her with several shots to the stomach with the toe of his wrestling boot. He then Irish Whips Sally Talfourd across the ring to his turn-buckle. Sally Talfourd like an agile cat uses the momentum to hop up onto the top turn-buckle but Blade yanks her foot under neath as she comes crashing to the mat below! CJ Gates grabs Sally Talfourd by her arm and pulls her away from the ropes as he follows her up with a pin...

Level-One doesn't count it.

CJ Gates looks up at Level-One as he lifts up his arm as if to say, what the hell is your problem. Level-One wraps his arm around CJ Gates shoulder as the duo looks down at Sally, slowly making it up to her feet.

Level-One: ''You really think you're going to get the three count with that? She's a world champion, man...''

Harvey: Why the heck didn't he count the pin!?

Chase: I'd be willing to be he figured it wasn't going to be worth the energy. You aren't going to put away Sally that easy.

CJ Gates looks at Level-One but quickly refocuses on Sally Talfourd as he clubs her from behind and tosses her back first into the turn-buckle. He follows it up with a volley of shots and tags in Blade. Blade backs up and runs at Sally Talfourd nailing her with a running knee lifts across the face following it into a bulldog. Blade rolls Sally Talfourd onto her back and hooks a leg...

Level-One sighs as he collapses to one knee and counts the pin.

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Sally kicks out.

Blade looks up at Level-One who shrugs his shoulder and says, ''told you so...''; Blade picks up Sally Talfourd and nails her with several cross chops before tossing her into the ropes. On the rebound, Sally Talfourd goes for a big boot but Blade grabs her leg. She spins around for a round house kick but Blade ducks underneath it and pulls her up for a spine buster... but Sally Talfourd wraps her legs around his body and has grabbed hold of his neck, catching him a front standing guillotine choke! She cranks on Blade's trying to get him to tap out!

Harvey: Sally Talfourd using her long legs to her advantage; she's looking to choke out Blade and with Blade in the center of the ring, he has nowhere to go! You have to wonder if a submission here tonight is a way to ensure Level-One can't screw her out a win tonight!

Chase: I don't have any clue about what you are talking about; Level-One is as fair as far gets!

Casually in the inside of the ring, Level-One is nudging Blade causing him to stumble side ways, inch by inch towards the ropes.

Harvey: You were saying!?

Chase: What!? All he's doing is hop checking. That isn't against the rules in Hockey, Harvey.

Sally Talfourd is screaming at Level-One all the while she continues to squeeze on the hold. Blade eventually falls to one knee but CJ Gates is close enough to lean over the ropes and slap Blade on his back to tag himself in. This causes Sally Talfourd to react and let up on the hold and Blade thrusts himself to the ground nailing the spine buster he was looking for moments before! Blade is purple in the face as he rolls onto his back and then falls outside the ring, leaving his partner to launch the offense as he drops a leg over Sally's throat.

Harvey: You know Sally is going to have a tough time winning a match against the former tag champions without Level-One being a referee. What exactly is President Jeff's problem with Sally anyways?

Chase: I didn't hear you complaining when Level-One had to take on the current tag team champions with Sally Talfourd as a referee, did you!? You're fanboydom for Sally Talfourd should have you banned from announcing another match forever! We're supposed to be professionals...

Harvey: Well, I'll say that The Exchange rate is looking great tonight.

Chase: Yeah, but Level-One has been the highlight of this match so far. He's done a great job as referee!

CJ reaches down to pick up Sally Talfourd and she responds with a low blow! This action garnishes a fair share of boos from the crowd as CJ Gates falls to his knees trying to regroup from the blow. Level-One obviously see's this and steps in-front of Sally Talfourd before she can capitalize off the situation; Sally Talfourd is furious as she watches Level-One tend to CJ Gates.

Chase: What a disgusting maneuver by Sally Talfourd! She's lucky of Level-One doesn't decide to disqualify her right here, right now!

Level-One helps CJ Gates up to his feet as Sally Talfourd merely walks over and pops up for a well placed drop kick into the back of Level-One; sending him flying into CJ Gates. The sound of the two men's heads collides as they both collapse to the mat. This action receives even more boos from the crowd as Sally Talfourd spots Blade back on the outside still recovering after nearly passing out. She baseball slides at Blade knocking his foot out from underneath him as smashes his skull off the outside apron and falls to the out side mat. Sally Talfourd calmly walks over to the announce table and begins to tare it apart before walking over to the announcer and grabbing her chair...

Harvey: Sally Talfourd has lost it! Level-One has officially drove our face of the company, hog wild! Don't let him win, Sally! Don't do it!

Chase: She's going to do it! She's an evil, b#6*ch!!!

Sally Talfourd slides into the ring with the steel chair but realizes Level-One is already up to her feet; and has caught her red handed.

Harvey: Sally is surprised that the referee is up so fast... usually, their conveniently down for several minutes!

Chase: Are you stupid!? Level-One isn't some fragile referee. He is a super referee! With that said, he did set a new record!

Level-One turns to call for the bell but CJ Gates grabs Level-One by his jersey, as he makes it up to his feet and pleads with Level-One to end the match. Level-One sympathizes with CJ Gates and decides not to call off the match. Sally Talfourd looks at the steel chair not sure about what she should do with it. After a short dilemma she looks throw it out of the ring, but instead Level-One grabs it from her; Sally and Level-One begin to tug on the chair as they shout back and forth.

Sally Talfourd: ''I'm not going to use it, leave me alone!''

Level-One: ''I'm the referee damn it, I'll get rid of the chair! Let go!''

Sally Talfourd: ''No, you!''

Level-One: '''You!''

Level-One wins the tug of war battle as he spins around and decks CJ Gates in the face with the steel chair! CJ Gates is laid out as Sally Talfourd crawls towards CJ Gates and hooks the legs, she tells Level-One to the count the pin. He grits his teeth as he drops to one knee...

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Blade dives off the rope rope to save the day, but Sally Talfourd see's him coming as she rolls off of CJ Gates and allows Blade to splash CJ Gates landing on top of him. Sally Talfourd gets up onto her feet and hooks up Blade nailing Blade with the make-over! Sally receives a mixed reaction from the crowd as she spreads out her arms pinning both CJ Gates and Blade!

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CJ Gates kicked out as the crowd cheers! Sally Talfourd hops up onto her feet as begins to celebrate thinking she's won the match.

Harvey: Sally Talfourd has forgot that Blade isn't legal man and CJ Gates kicked out!

Chase: Don't worry, I'm sure Level-One is going to let Sally Talfourd know!

Level-One grabs Sally Talfourd by her arm and explains to her that match isn't over. Sally Talfourd can't believe what she's hearing as she stomps her feet and screams at Level-One. She argues with Level-One for several seconds before Sally Talfourd winds up and slaps Level-One across the face!

''OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH''

Chase: Sally is going to regret that!

Level-One grabs Sally Talfourd and lifts her on top of his shoulders. Sally Talfourd is squirming in his grips trying to get out but is unable to! She screams and kicks as Level-One parades around the ring with her.

Harvey: Oh, no... here it comes!

Chase: DARKNESS SHINE!

Level-One hits his variation of the F-5! CJ Gates realizes that Sally Talfourds down and begins to crawl towards her draping an arm over her chest as Level-One counts the pin...

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NO!


Branden Young!?

Harvey: What the hell is he doing out here!? Looking for some revenge from last week, perhaps!?

Chase: He just pulled Level-One out of the ring!

Branden Young swings for and overhand right but Level-One ducks underneath and tosses Brandon Young back over the barricade where he's swarmed by security. Branden Young is screaming from the top of his lungs while Level-One shrugs him off and slips back inside the ring, and tries to count the pin again..

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Sally Talfourd kicks out!

CJ Gates gets up to his feet and stumbles over to Blade as the two share some words. They grab Level-One's attention as they both tag each-other in at the same time and Level-One gladly steps aside, sanctioning the maneuver.

Harvey: I don't get it!? This isn't in the rulebooks!

Chase: I don't think it's ever been done before! You don't expect a non-referee like Level-One to know about this, do you?

CJ Gates grabs Sally Talfourd bringing her to her feet as he signals for Blade to go up high for the assist and he does so. CJ Gates nails Sally Talfourd with a neck breaker as Blade goes from broke... and but misses! Sally Talfourd escapes from CJ Gates grasp as Blade lands hard on his tail bone. Sally stumbles to her feet as CJ Gates rushes forward with a clothesline but Sally ducks underneath sending CJ Gates over the top rope!

Harvey: This is Sally's opening!

Blade slowly gets to his feet and when he turns around Sally Talfourd looks for the make-over... no! Blade elbows Sally in the face as he kicks her in the stomach and lifts her up for the RaZor Blade... no! Sally Talfourd flips out behind Blade and rolls him up! Level-One stares at Sally Talfourd as he begins to count the pin...


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Level-One stops and looks at Sally Talfourd who's about to lose her grip!

Sally Talfourd: ''Count it, Lester!''

...

Level-One lowers his head in shame towards the canvas as Sally Talfourd shifts her position to put her legs out on the ropes for extra leverage.

...3!

His hand slaps the mat as CJ Gates rolls under the bottom rope a split second too late.

Winner: Sally Talfourd

Harvey: Sally Talfourd has done it! She has beaten the former and perhaps our future world tag team champions!

Chase: She cheated her foot was on the ropes!


Harvey: Well, I can't ignore that. And never in a million years did I expect Level-One to count the pin clean.

Suddenly, the lights go out.

Harvey: What the hell!?

SMASH!

...

SMASH!

The clash of a steel chair bouncing off skulls can be heard and when the lights return several seconds later... there are two people standing.

Level-One and Sally Talfourd!

Harvey: This is disgusting! Level-One took out the Exchange Rate with a steel chair!

Chase: I'd take a second look at that one!

Sally Talfourd looks down and a steel chair in her hand. On the other side of the ring, Level-One is standing with her world heavyweight championship around his shoulder as he looks down at the exchange rate laid out.

Harvey: I'm lost for words!? Who's responsible for this!?

Chase: I doubt we'll be waiting on for an answer.

The fans are booing at the top of their lungs now as they have not a clue to as who took out the Exchange Rate... when suddenly, one of them makes a move...

Sally Talfourd swings the cfhair and Level-One's head!

MISS!

Harvey: Sally Talfourd just tried to take out Level-One with the steel chair! I can't believe what I am seeing right now!

Chase: Sally Talfourd took out the exchange rate! It's official!

Level-One grits his teeth as he takes the APW world championship and tosses it over the top rope to the outside as it lands on top of the stripped down announce table. Clearly, the contender is ready for a fight. Sally Talfourd swings the steel chair once again but Level-One punches it causing it to fly out of Sally's hand and bounce off the canvas and out through the ropes.

Chase: Time for our Rasslemania preview, baby!


Level-One grabs Sally Talfourd and tosses her into the turn-buckle. He rips off his referee shirt and throws into the crowd as the fans cheer; he proceeds to nail Sally Talfourd with a serious of lefts and rights, eventually propping her up on the top turn-buckle. He follows her up the top turnbuckle and begins to set up for a power bomb...

Harvey: Oh my god! What the hell is Level-One doing!? We're just weeks away from Rasslemania, he can't do this it'll ruin the main-event!

Chase: Maybe we'll see Pence Weatherlight Vs. Level-One after all!

...

Chase: On second thought...

From out back, President Jeff comes rushing out onto the stage with a microphone in hand.

President Jeff: Level-One!

He shouts out loud as Level-One turns his head in the opposite direction where he see's the APW owner out on the stage.

President Jeff: You need to get off that turnbuckle right this second. I am not going to allow you to ruin our main-event at Rasslemania by allowing one of you two to be injured...

Level-One raises his arm as the crowd cheers. He looks at Jeff and shakes his head back and forth.

President Jeff: Please, Level-One! I'm begging you...

Level-One lifts up Sally Talfourd over his head as he balances on the top rope. The fans are on their feet! Sally Talfourd is screaming at the top of her lungs as she closes her eyes tightly trying to brace for the impact.

President: Damn it, Level-One...

President Jeff says in defeat as there's nothing left he can do. However, Level-One doesn't jump. President Jeff see's that CJ Gates and Blade are slowly making it up to their feet and are looking at each-other and then turn back to Jeff...

President Jeff: What the hell are you guys doing!? CJ, Blade... get out of the ring!

CJ Gates and Blade nod their hands as the rush over and both shove Level-One and Sally Talfourd off the top turnbuckle! The two soar through the air as Sally Talfourd does her best to take Level-One to hell with her as she modifies the powerbomb into a flying head scissors. This does nothing but make the impact that much harder for the both of them...

CRACK!

The two crash through the announce table as the crowd is off their feet.


''HOLY FUCK! HOLY FUCK! HOLY FUCK!''[/i]

Harvey: I think their dead, Chase!

Chase: I should go check Level-One's pulse!

President Jeff is beside himself as he's forced to watch his main-event smashed into shambles. He begins to call for paramedics urgently. The arena has broken out into all chaos as the challenger and champion are both laid out.

Harvey: There's no way, they're going to be able to compete now! President Jeff is going to need to find a new main-event weeks before Rasslemania!

Suddenly, a hand raises up and grabs the APW world championship by it's strap. Seconds later, another grabbing the other end. It's Level-One and Sally Talfourd both holding onto the APW world championship as the crowd gives them both an enormous applaud.

Chase: It looks like we'll be seeing our main-event after all, Harvey.

Harvey: And I can't wait. This is going to be a match for the ages. This all for Thursday Night Overdrive. We'll see you again when Sally Talfourd defends her APW world championship, against Level-One! You do not want to miss this.

The final shot of the broadcast is a close up of Level-One and Sally Talfourd each holding up a strap from the APW championship belt above and between them. This is what is on the line and there wasn't a mountain they wouldn't climb or fall from... to get it.