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Post by President Jeff on May 5, 2011 20:00:20 GMT -4
PYRO explodes from the entrance ramp, as we scan the LIVE audience in the Perth SpeedDome. They stand in front of their seats, cheering as the show begins and holding up their home-made signs. I came for a Happy EndingMr. Dangerous for the HoFBiggs needs a Khaos theory!Stuck on Level One…-And as always, our fearless commentators are ringside. Harvey: Greetings, folks, and welcome to another edition of Thursday Night Overdrive. I’m Darren Harvey, and with me as always is my ‘esteemed’ colleague, Johnny Chase.Chase: And we are on the road to Mayhem, with our action-packed show this evening.Suddenly, the lights flicker. Just once, off and on. And a voice comes from the PA. Roll sound…Ooo-Ooo Ooo-Ooo
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Oh! Oh!Bonnie Tyler’s “Holding Outfor a Hero” plays, and the capacity crowd rises in unison with a chorus of BOOs for Ryan Ruckus, who steps onto the ramp with a sucker in his mouth. Harvey: Looks like we’ll start things off with some words from the number one contender.The camera pans to Johnny’s seat, to find him missing. Though we can tell from the top of his headset that he’s hiding under the commentary table. Harvey: What are you doing?Chase: Shh. Hiding.Harvey: That’s idiotic.Chase: Yeah, well you’re not the one who hit him in the balls last week.Harvey: Noted.Ruckus makes his way to the ring, stopping half-way down the ramp to try to offer his sucker to a cute blonde standing just past the divider. And by offer, we mean he forcibly shoves it toward her pouty mouth. Until her boyfriend (or husband, let’s be fair) steps up and shoves Ruckus back toward the ramp. Where he shrugs and casually makes his way into the ring, holding a microphone. R2: Cut my cool new music.The music stops. The crowd jeers. Johnny Chase trembles under his desk. And Ruckus walks small circles around the ring. R2: Looking around, I see a lot of faces. There’s Stan the camera man, our faithful ring announcer, Paige, the king of play-by-play, Darren Harvey- …I don’t see that weasel, Johnny Chase, which is definitely in his best interest…Chase: *gulp*R2: -And finally, I see all… of you.He points out to the audience, who upon hearing themselves mentioned, actually give a little pop. R2: -You unappreciative, obviously-biased HYPOCRITES.That brings the jeering back. R2: Honestly, not two months ago, the biggest, meanest, ass-holiest villain in the history of this federation comes out here and petitions for your forgiveness and support… buys your allegiance with money from the sky and a few not-so-witty one-liners, and you lot just roll over and welcome him with open arms…The crowd roars with applause and begins a chant of Les-ter! Les-ter! To which Ruckus makes a ‘blech’ face. R2: Right, Lester; you know who I’m talking about. But then, you elitest jerks, when I come out here -one of the business talents this entire BUSINESS has ever seen- and I ask for the same courtesy, what do you do?Boo!!! Chase: Boo.R2: Right, you jerks BOO me. I change my image, you boo me. I drop god knows how much money, gifting Undisputed title belt replicas, and even more money on free Mayhem passes for those accidentally injured, and you boo me. New theme music? Boo! New merchandise? Boo! Hell, last week, I even did THIS-Ruckus points to the Action Tron, where a clip of last week’s Overdrive plays. Back in the ring, Ryan Ruckus continues. R2: That’s right, I saved your beloved Undisputed champion from getting his brains shallacked by two steel chairs, yet when I came out here again tonight, what did you do? You BOOED me.And they do. R2: But then, I realized something. Something I should’ve inherently known, given my time in this business. And that something, is this. You poor ruckers don’t think for yourselves. You watch T.V. to decide what to buy. You read dirt rags to decide what to wear. You turn to President Jeff to tell you who to cheer for. Just tell you lot what to do, and you’ll do it, huh? Well, fine. Yet another hoop I am willing to jump through to get you all behind me once again. And that is why, at this time, I’d like to invite my Mayhem opponent down to the ring. No tricks, no traps, no funny business. Just me, and him, telling you that he appreciates the new leaf I’ve turned over. And maybe THEN, you mindless yes marks, will finally give me the adoration I deserve. So, Lester Only… Come on down! You’re the next contestant on The Ruck is Right!!Several moments of dead silence follows before the PA system picks up with ''Alive'' by POD. The crowd explodes with applause as the champion steps out from behind the curtain with a smirk across his face and a microphone in hand. Johnny Chase hearing Lester Only's theme music pops his head up from under the table and looks over at Harvey. Chase: It's safe?Ryan Ruckus snaps around and see's Johnny Chase and begins to approach him in the heat of the moment but Lester Only quickly regains Ryan Ruckus attention as he takes his case to the microphone. Lester ''L1'' Only: Slow down there, ruck. After all, I'm out here and you much like these fans are getting exactly what they want! Johnny Chase isn't who you need to be concerned with right about now, Ryan! Hell, if you want anyone to blame for what happened last week you should at least own up to it and point your finger at me! After all, I'm the bad guy...Lester Only says before rolling his eye sarcastically to a slighted Ryan Ruckus who looks on, unimpressed. Lester Only begins to stroll down the ramp with a champions stride. Lester ''L1'' Only: You've been in the business for quite sometime isn't that a fair assessment, Ryan? And with that, you've come to know how this business works... right, Ryan? And you've learnt over the years that the nice guys, well, they tend to be pushed around. Spit on and kicked on when they're down. And last week, you expected that to happen... but it didn't, Ryan—because I am NOT like anything these people have ever cheered for in their life's. I'm not a rich spoiled kid nor am I the clean cut poster boy, everyone loves. I am however someone people can relate to. I don't need to take and accept unsolicited beat downs by you and your gang to garner some extra fan support. I don't need pity parties. And I sure as hell don't need ''you'' to help me. If self defense is a crime... by god, I'm guilty! The fact is, you tried to pull a fast one over me and all these great APW fans...Lester Only shakes his head back and forth in disgust as he climbs up the stairs and slips under the middle rope and into the ring. He begins to pace back and forth in-front of Ryan Ruckus, who watches him intently. Lester ''L1'' Only: ... and it didn't work. ''Lester Only, Lester Only, Lester Only'' the chants begin which begins to grind at Ryan Ruckus's ears as he begins to show visual signs of feeling extreme discomfort. After all, he was attacked last week. He was the victim. He was supposed to get those cheers... Lester ''L1'' Only: You know why it didn't work, Ryan? Simply because these fans know you're insincere. Last week, they didn't see Johnny Chase ruthlessly beat down Ryan Ruckus with brass knuckles, they saw Ryan Ruckus attack Lester Only in attempt to disingenuously lock your well meaning opponent into a contract creating an unfair advantage for competitor over the other...Ryan Ruckus grits his teeth while Lester Only leans forward and whispers... Lester ''L1'' Only: ...between me and you? It still wouldn't have made up for your lack of skill.Lester Only playfully nudges Ryan Ruckus on his shoulder. Ryan Ruckus eyes bulge as he screams into the microphone. R2: Sub-section 342# A! Neither competitor is allowed to come in contact with the other. You've broken your own peace treaty!Lester Only laughs. Lester ''L1'' Only: You must have missed the part that includes the intent to do physical harm. Selective reading, are we?R2 scratches his head not recalling that part. Lester ''L1'' Only: The fact is, Ryan—maybe if you spent less time trying to demonize me and trying to show me up, maybe you could get more then a dark corner of the internet Cheetos lickin' population to back you up! These fans don't cheer for you because they've seen through your ploys. They've seen through your pathetic attempts to pull them on your side. And as great as your merchandise looks on those stands, nobodies buying it...Ryan Ruckus finally has had enough. R2: Your brains would be scrambled eggs right about now if it wasn't for me saving you last week and you aren't even going to give me a thank you!? Instead of paying your respects you come out here and trash me!? I thought we were friends, Lester?Chase: Friends? Friends don't attack other friends!R2: Shut your mouth, Chase!Chase: Eeek!R2: I demand acknowledgment, Lester! And I demand to hear it by the end of tonight!Lester Only scoffs at the notion he owes Ryan, anything. Lester ''L1'' Only: This is exactly your problem, Ryan. You make demands as if you were a... world champion. This is why these fans don't support you and likely never will. You want me to thank you for doing the right thing? Ryan, I would have done the EXACT same thing for you in a split second if I felt you deserved it and wouldn't expect a nod in return. That's what separates us.
And we all know the REAL reason you saved me last week...'' Lester Only says as he slowly backs away from Ryan Ruckus... Lester 'L1'' Only: Subsection 101#; allies attack. If there's anyone I need to thank, it's Terry Marvin... not you.He drops the microphone as ''Alive'' by POD blasts the PA system and Lester Only turns his back on Ryan Ruckus knowing he isn't a threat. The champion walks up the ramp, as Ryan Ruckus watches him leave with anger scribbled on his face. Lester Only stops at the top of the ramp and appears as if he's going to look back at Ryan Ruckus but doesn't as he takes the next few steps behind the curtain and out of the arena. R2: Ruck! -beat- That's it...Ryan Ruckus turns around and looks directly at Johnny Chase who at this point nearly poops his pants, as we head to our first commercial break. |
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Post by President Jeff on May 5, 2011 20:05:06 GMT -4
Paige: This opening bout is scheduled for one fall!#SIMPLY F'N PUT! A recorded voice comes over the loud speaker and "Smoke on the Water" by Deep Purple blasts over the PA. Johnny Rebel comes out in a gold robe shimmering in the lights. "SIMPLY PUT" is written in silver on the back. His blonde goatee is neatly trimmed and blonde hair is freshly cut; his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. Paige: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 234 pounds, from Chicago, Illinois, “Simply Put” Johnny Rebel!Harvey: This Midvale crowd certainly doesn't care for him one bit! He's been active for the better part of 16 years, and has built a reputation as a grade-A jerk!Chase: This guy exudes an air of confidence that borders on flat out arrogance, and I like it!#IT'S TIME TO PAY THE PRICE! The crowd has come unglued in their hatred for Rebel. He gets to the ring and pulls a camera man down to the ground and on all fours as Rebel uses him as a stepping stone to get in the ring. He takes off his robe to reveal his gold tights and tasseled white boots. He poses on the second turnbuckle with both hands held high. "Fuel" by Metallica hits the speakers. Branden Harvey sprints through the curtain and toward the ring. Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 175 pounds, from Sacramento, California, “Supersonic” Branden Harvey!Harvey: Say what you will about Branden's win-loss record, these fans certainly appreciate him!Chase: It's because he's a goody two-shoes that panders to the crowd! He's eager for attention!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. Before the ref can call for the bell, Johnny Rebel blasts Harvey from behind with a Clubbing Forearm to the back of the head! DING! DING! DING! ”Simply Put” Johnny Rebel vs. “Supersonic” Branden Harvey [/u] Chase: Johnny Rebel certainly isn't wasting any time!Harvey: He blindsided Branden Harvey! It was a dirty move!Rebel stomps Harvey viciously on the mat, not giving Harvey any chance to recover from the cheap shot! He pulls Branden up by the head, and gives him a few stiff punches to the face before grabbing him up and delivering a Gut-wrench Powerbomb! With Harvey down, Rebel climbs up to the second turnbuckle, and jumps off, nailing him with a Second Rope Elbow Drop! He goes for a non-nonchalant cover, 1 . . . 2 . . . Harvey kicks out! Rebel stays focused, pulling Harvey back up, but on the way up, Harvey gives him a few elbows into the midsection, and goes to run to the ropes, but Rebel reaches up and grabs Harvey by the hair, pulling him back down to the mat! The fans boo Rebel's tactics, but Rebel heeds them no attention, continuing to stop the living daylights out of Branden Harvey! Harvey: Rebel isn't giving Branden any chance to respond to his offense!Chase: He's on him like a cheap purple suit!After about a dozen stomps, Rebel grabs Harvey up and whips him towards the corner, but Harvey leaps up onto the top rope, and like a flash, jumps off with a Moonsault, catching Rebel and taking him to the mat! Harvey gets to his feet and pulls off a Double Knee Drop right to the face of Rebel! As Johnny lays there slightly dazed, Harvey goes to the top rope, and leaps off with the Phoenix 630! Harvey: He's going for the Sonic Boom!Chase: Look! Rebel has his knees up!Indeed, Rebel gets his knees up in time for Branden to crash right into them! As Branden rolls on the mat, holding his ribs in pain, Rebel calmly gets back to his feet, pulls Branden up, and drags him in to deliver The Putdown! (Pedigree) He covers Harvey, and from there it's academic, 1 . . . 2 . . . 3! DING! DING! DING! Winner: Johnny Rebel[/center] Paige: Here is your winner, by pinfall, “Simply Put” Johnny Rebel!Harvey: It looks like Branden Harvey went for the Sonic Boom too early, and Johnny Rebel made him pay.Chase: The man's a veteran! Maybe not of APW, but this isn't his first barbeque! Harvey made a tactical mistake, and Rebel made sure it cost him!The fans boo, and hold their thumbs down, showing their displeasure with Rebel's victory! Rebel laughs at the state that Harvey's in, and gives him a couple of extra stomps for good measure before leaving the ring while “Smoke on the Water” continues to play. Overdrive cuts backstage, where Cindy Shannon is with the Overdrive Champion, Biggs at the backstage interview area. Cindy has a mic in hand. Cindy: Biggs, tonight is your first night back in action since Khaos broke your arm two three weeks ago. Are you worried about your tag team match in tonight's main event?Biggs: Pfft...Cindy, do I look like the kind of guy who would be worried about going into a tag team match against the former APW Undisputed Champion Sally Talfourd and the next challenger for my Overdrive Title, Khaos? I think not! Sure, the last two times I was in the ring with Khaos, he left me battered and beaten, and did a number on my arm on both occasions, and the last time I was in the ring with Sally, she tried to kiss me! But the fact is that tonight is mine and CJ's opportunity to show that we're ready to move up into the APW Undisputed Title picture, because anytime you defeat a former World's Champion, save for John Green or Pence Weatherlight, it means something! And while CJ and I may not be all buddy-buddy, I know that there's a mutual respect between the two of us to where we aren't going to want to screw the other over. I have no real beef with him, and he has none with me, so I don't see either one of us sabotaging the other here tonight.
But tonight's not just about CJ and I making a statement at the expenses of Sally and Khaos, no, tonight's also a chance for me to show Khaos that I'm not afraid of him. Yeah, he's gotten the better of me physically the last two times we've entered the ring, but he will not be able to outdo me mentally, and let's face it, the mental aspect of this game is just as important as the physical, if not more so! I've proven it by being the absolute greatest Overdrive Champion in APW history, despite my relative lack of physical strength. I'm not the kind of guy who can just go out there and knock you out, but I utilize my gifts and talents that I do have, namely speed, agility, and technical skill, in such a way that I can overcome any challenge. But most of all, I use my mind to formulate the perfect game plan for each and every match. The fact that Khaos is a total meat head only makes my job easier. I mean, the idiot gave me a weapon that I can use during our match without repercussions!Biggs holds up his hand that's in the cast. Biggs: So to answer your question, Cindy, no, I'm not worried about this being my first match back from my injury. Because the fact of the matter is that when I step into that ring later tonight, broken arm or not, I'm one of the best wrestlers in the business today, because I'm quite simply OUT OF THIS WORLD!Biggs flashes his trademark smirk before walking off.
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Post by President Jeff on May 5, 2011 20:10:58 GMT -4
BACKSTAGE
Ryan Ruckus stands in the hallway backstage, leaning against a wall, just outside on of the locker rooms. In his left hand is an unlit cigarette which he fiddles with, nervously. And in his right hand is he and Lester Only’s peace treaty contract, which Ruckus is currently pouring over with a diligence of a monk transcribing a religious text.
R2: Loophole… loophole… gotta be a loop hole…
From down the hall, a man approaches in a UPS uniform. He pushes a flat bed dolly in front of him, and atop it sits a big tarp sack. And as he reaches where Ruckus is standing, the UPS man stops and grabs his clip board.
UPS: I have a delivery here for Ryan Ruckus.
R2: I’m Ryan Ruckus.
Snapping out of his contract daze, Ruckus turns to smile at the delivery man.
UPS: Here you are, sir. 42 ball-peen hammers. Where do you want them?
R2: Um, right there, actually.
Ruckus points to a spot on the floor, just inside the doorway of the locker room. There, a blue plastic tarp lies on the ground, with Velcro straps reaching off of it on both sides. The UPS man, with R2’s help, hoists the hammer bag off of his dolly and empties its content onto the blue tarp. 42 hammers clang as they fall in a heap.
R2: Would you mid giving me a hand with this?
UPS: Uh, I guess not…
Grabbing two of the straps attached to the tarp, Ruckus slings them over the ceiling rafters and pulls them taut before tying them off. Then he takes the other two straps and threads them across the top of the locker room door, before pulling it closed. Then he and the UPS guy pull the second set of straps taut as well.
UPS: Sign here.
Making sure the quickly-crafted booby trap will hold, Ruckus lets go of the straps and signs the delivery man’s clip board. And as the delivery man leaves, Ruckus smirks at his handiwork and roams off down the hall, in the other direction, once again scanning his contract for loopholes. And for the first time, we catch a glimpse on the name plate over the locker room door.
It reads: Lester Only – Undisputed Heavyweight Champion
The scene opens inside of the dark wood paneled office of President Jeff. Books and memorabilia line the walls as Jeff sits behind a giant desk working on paperwork. Suddenly the office door flies open and the man known as Khaos barges into the room obviously angry about something.
Khaos: Jeff you and I have a real fucking problem!
President: I’m not really sure how things work in prison Khaos since I’ve never been there, but out here in the real world we knock before entering someone’s personal space. Also we don’t use that kind of language on a family show And I have no clue what you’re talking about.
Khaos: You are seriously going to allow Biggs to compete with a plaster cast on his arm. I mean the man is walking around with weapon in his arm and he should be disqualified if he even thinks about using it.
President Jeff: Biggs has been cleared by doctors to wrestle, but his arm must remain in a cast for another few weeks. I’m afraid there is nothing I can do about it.
Khaos: So the doctors say he can wrestle as long as he does it with a club in his arm. Jeff I am the only one that sees the insanity of this situation. You are knowingly going to allow a wrestler to use a weapon against another wrestler to gain an advantage without doing anything about it.
President Jeff: Well the way that I see it Khaos is the only reason Biggs is wearing that cast is because you broke his arm a few weeks ago in a match and then maliciously attacked him shattering his cast. I mean there was a chance that the cast would have been off before Mayhem if it were not for your attack.
Khaos: That’s bullshit and you know it Jeff. My attacking Biggs to shut him up has nothing to do with your decision. You are just discriminating against me because I’m an ex-con. I understand Jeff, I really do. Prison prepares you for this kind of thing, but I guess I never expected it from you. I thought you were different than all the other wrestling big wigs.
President: I really resent what you are accusing me of Khaos. I have bent over backwards to bring you into this company and make you feel welcome. We even bribed a consulate worker so he would approve your work visa. I wouldn’t have done that if I was discriminating against you. I would have either sent you over to Asylum or just cut you from the roster.
Khaos: That’s all well and good, but why aren’t you giving me a fair shot at the Overdrive Championship.
President Jeff: Well I think you are getting a fair shot. You have use of both your arms and Biggs has use of a cast. Now if you’ll excuse me I have a company to run.
Khaos turns and begins walking out of the room shaking his head in disgust. He stops just short of leaving the room and turns around.
Khaos: This conversation isn’t over.
Khaos slams the door behind him.
Once again, we’re backstage in the arena hallway, just outside the talent locker rooms. Event staff members and developmental wrestlers all stop what they’re doing and turn to watch, as Lester ‘L1’ Only makes his way down the hall. The Undisputed title is held firmly on his right shoulder, and he is accompanied by color commentator, Johnny Chase.
Chase: Whew, gotta tell you, L1, I thought I was a goner. After going to work on Ruckus, with the brass knucks last week, I knew it’d only be a matter of time before he wanted revenge. But then your music hit, and you came out, all badass and champion-like, and you put that bald mother-rucker in his place, man! You rule.
Lester rolls his eyes.
L1: Kiss a little MORE ass, Johnny.
Johnny Chase smiles.
Chase: Don’t mind if I do. In fact-
Lester and Chase come to a stop, just outside L1’s locker room. And Johnny, the ankle-biting yes man that he is, immediately reaches for the door knob.
Chase: Let me get that for ya, champ!
And he turns the knob and pushes the door open.
CLANG! CLINK! CLINK! THUNK! CLANG!!![/b]
-The sound of 42 ball-peen hammers falling from 15 feet above echoes through the backstage halls of the arena. And when it’s all said and done, Johnny Chase lays, face down, on the cold cement of the locker room floor, almost entirely buried in hardware.
Chase: Ow…
The camera comes in tight on Lester’s face as his brain quickly pieces together what happened. And then his eyes narrow, and he turns to scan both sides of the hall.
Lester: That son of a…
-But his words trail off as he readjusts the Undisputed title on his shoulder, and sets off in search of the man he knows is responsible.
-Leaving poor Johnny Chase in a heap, on the floor.
Chase: Uh, a little help here?… Champ?... I think I broke my uvula…
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Post by President Jeff on May 5, 2011 20:16:06 GMT -4
Shane West: What a night we’ve had for you so far tonight and it’s only going to get better from here. At this moment, we’d like to welcome none other than the former APW Tag Team Champion and one of tonight’s main event competitors: CJ Gates. CJ steps into frame for his interview, Shane stepping back to look up at the tall Dakotan.Shane: And CJ, tonight you’ve got a huge match. I wonder if we could get your thoughts on what you’re expecting tonight?CJ: Well Shane, to be honest, it’s hard to predict anything when it comes to my opponent. Khaos? I’m not familiar enough with him. And Sally? Well, you have a better chance of picking the weather than you do picking her mood. I’ve trained hard this week, tried to figure out how Biggs and I can work together, and have even gone back and revisited Blade and my championship days so that my memory got a little bump in the right direction. You’re talking to one of the few people to have ever been tag team champion in this company. I would like to think that I have a bit of an advantage over these other megastars. But in terms of what I can expect tonight? No, I can’t say I really know what to expect.Shane: Would it be fair to say that you didn’t come here tonight expecting a ‘This is Your APW Life’ moment?CJ: What?Shane: Because that’s exactly what we’ve got for you, CJ! In runs an APW staffer to hold up a 1980’s boombox, a cheesy bit of fanfare music playing. Shane gets handed a very large book with CJ’s face plastered across the front. It’s certainly not a flattering photo, as he’s laid out in the centre of the ring. The lights cut out, and then two other APW staffers start to shine torches on the focus of this little segment, trying (and failing) to make it look like a pair of spotlights. Spring for some backstage equipment, Prez!Shane: CJ Gates, welcome to this episode of ‘This if Your APW Life’! And CJ, you’re such an important and successful megastar that we’re going to start from the very beginning. *Shane opens up the book to page one, and starts reading from it* CJ – short for Christine Jane – Gates came to APW in June of 2010 to a lacklustre reception and has never really recovered. CJ: What the hell? Who wrote this? *He says reaching for the book, but Shane snatches him away*Shane: That’s … uhhh … not important. What is is your early career. It suffered from a severe lack of recognition, achievement and victory. Your career here started with a measly draw against another unknown: Cooper Conrad. And, well, to say it has all been downhill from there would be … correct! From there to teaming with Blade, you then went on to win the most worthless and regrettable titles that APW has: The tag team titles. From there …CJ finally gets a hold of the book. He looks it over, flicks the pages through.CJ: There’s two-hundred pages of this! Where did you even get this from?Shane: Uhhh …CJ: Don’t bother. I know where you got this. Shut this off! I know where you got this idea from. Or, should I say, who you got it from. And if you see her, you see that … Sally, you tell her that I’m looking forward to our match. There won’t be any games in our match. I promise you that.CJ shoves the book back into Shane’s chest, then leaves. Shane looks around, wondering what to do next, but he is saved from having to do anything at all. In walks Sally Talfourd with a sly smile. She pats Shane on the shoulder.Sally: Good job, Shane. Good job. He’ll crack soon enough.Shane: Ummm, Sally? About that money you promised …Sally: Oh, yeah. *Sally hands over an envelope* Don’t spend it all at once!She gentle pats him on the check before strolling off. Shane watches after her, then looks into the envelope.Shane: Hey! There’s on Donut King coupons in here!The scene cuts backstage where we see "Supersonic" Branden Harvey talking to Hannah Storm. Hannah: It's too bad you lost your match. You have a lot of potential that you need to realize.Branden: I know. But I can't seem to stop losing.Hannah: You are failing as Rising Star of the Year.Jesse Nunez enters the room. Branden: What are you doing here?Nunez: I'm here to talk. I'm glad we finally have a match. I'm even glad you were the one to put it together.Branden: Why is that? You think that gives you the attackers advantage? I didn't set this match up to please you. I set it up because you attacked me like a good little boy and I deserve retribution.Nunez: I attacked you to prove a point. My point was that all these sheep have misplaced their faith in you. If you were the man they think you are, you would've seen it coming and kicked my ass from Australia to Japan.Branden: The fans think I have ESP? I have no way to tell what you're thinking.Hannah: Calm down, guys.Nunez: I'm not going to put up with you jumping me during my match. That's why I'm here.Branden: I know. You're going to show these fans that you're better than me. I've heard it all before.Nunez: That's a great speech. But that speech is not this speech. I'm here for a different reason this time.Hannah: Can't we just get along, boys.Nunez: Quiet, I'm trying to talk.Branden: I'm ready for whatever you're here for.Nunez: Like I said, I'm afraid you might interfere in my match.Branden: So you're afraid of me?Nunez: No. I'm not afraid of you. I just don't want you to steal my opportunity to win.Branden: I'm not telling you what my plans are tonight. But, if I wanted to interfere in your match and cause you to lose, you wouldn't be able to stop me.Nunez: I beg to differ. I have found a way to stop you.Branden: Really? How's that?Nunez: I talked to President Jeff and he agreed that he didn't want you interfering in my match tonight. So he agreed to have security escort you out of the building.Branden: But I wasn't going to interfere in your match. Cross my fingers and hope to die.Nunez: Security, show Mr. Harvey the way out.Security grabs Branden by the arms and starts to drag him out as he screams. Branden: This isn't over, Jesse. I may not be able to do anything tonight. But I have plans for Mayhem.Nunez has a big grin on his face and we go to ringside Harvey: How you feeling Johnny?Chase: I go backstage during a commercial break to use the bathroom and I end up getting hit in the head with a hammer, how do you think I'm feeling?Harvey: Lets get to our next matchNicky Paige: This match is a singles contest scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, standing at 6'2", weighing in at 175 pounds, he hails from Detroit, Michigan...please welcome BIFF RIBOFLAVIN!The opening bars of "What's My Age Again" crescendo through the house speakers, as Biff appears on the ramp with his brothers Noah and Kenny on either side of him. A large, goofy grin crosses Biff's face and they all start down the ramp,once they enter the aisle Biff begins slapping fives. Once he reaches the ring he walks up the ring steps, trips on his untied bootlace and falls flat on his face. His brothers help him up, and he gets in the ring and waits for his opponent. Nicky Paige: And introducing his opponent, he stands at 6'4", and weighed in at 242 lbs. Please welcome all the way from the Underworld, by way of Indianapolis, Indiana...NATHANIEL HAVOK!'Nemesis' hits on the PA system as purple strobe lights flicker around the arena. Nathaniel Havok steps out from the back with his head facing the ground, hair dripping wet. He stares at the ground for about 5 seconds, before throwing both arms in the air, spitting water out of his mouth, as fire-like pyro explodes around him. He gives a sadistic grin before sprinting to the ring and sliding in under the bottom rope. He pops up off the mat and runs right for the far right turnbuckle. With a graceful leap, he lands on the second rope and throws his hands in the air once again. He hops down and stands in the corner as his music dies out. Biff stretches in his corner as Nathaniel wickedly grins at Biff from his corner. With both men in the ring and raring to go,The referee signals for the bell. DING DING DING!Nathaniel Havok Vs Biff Riboflavin
Harvey: Here we go! Will Biff Riboflavin continue his momentum or will Nathaniel Havok be too much for him?
Chase: Havok all the way. I can not wait to see that loser Riboflavin flattened.
Havok charges forward, looking to use his weight advantage to muscle Biff around. He looks to corner Biff against the turnbuckle, but Biff angles out and lands a chopping low kick to the outside of his lead leg. This causes Havok to lose his footing and stumble a bit, allowing Biff enough space to circle out of the corner into the center of the ring. Havok continues to lunge at Biff, but Biff counters with the low kicks. Finally, Havok drops to one knee and Biff connects with a Spinning Roundhouse Kick. Havok falls to his back and biff pins him.
Biff barely gets a one count as Havok shoves him off with ease. Biff lands on his feet and Havok kips up. Biff goes to attack with another Spinning Roundhouse, but Havok beats him to the punch with a spear, nearly plowing him through the mat. While Biff clutches his midsection in pain, Havok is already on his feet. He pulls Biff to his feet and begins to land lots of punches and kicks. He ends the attack by Irish Whipping Biff into the corner. Biff smacks back first against the turnbuckle, but before he can drop to the mat, Havok bolts toward the corner and cracks Biff with a Shining Wizard Enzuiguiri. Biff's is knocked silly as he stumbles out of the corner before faceplanting on the mat. Havok pins him, while digging his forearm into Biff's face
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Biff weakly gets his shoulder up.
Harvey: Devastating attack by Nathaniel Havok. If he can keep up this kind of offense, we might see Biff Riboflavin handed his first loss in APW tonight.
Chase: You say that like it's a bad thing.
Havok drags Biff to his feet, drapes his arm over the back of Biff's neck and hooks him in a Devil driver attempt, but Biff battles out of it but punching the body of Nathaniel Havok. Havok releases Biff, who spins away from Havok, back flips in a pele kick attempt, but Havok dodges it, and lands a jumping cutter!
Harvey: Oh! He calls that move Judgement day, Biff's neck might be broken after that one!
Chase: Did it really look like it broke? Don't get me excited for nothing!
Havok pulls a groggy Biff to his feet, pulls him by the hair, and launches him over the top rope to the outside. Biff's head smacks the arena floor, and he is slow to get up. Before he can even make it to his feet good, Havok is already charging in direction after bouncing off of the ropes. He drops down, and lands a picture perfect Baseball slide dropkick directly to Biff's face. Biff folds once again, and Havok climbs back in the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle, and leaps off in a Flying Axe Handle smash attempt, but Biff scrapes up enough energy to counter with a Dropsault, nailing Havok square in the abdomen and knocking the wind out of him. Biff is still hurt from Havok's attack and both men are stirring on the outside.
Chase: Get up, Havok! Get up! Finish this now!
The referee begins to count
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Biff pokes his head under the bottom rope to break the count. He then turns his attention back to Nathaniel Havok, who is beginning to get up. Biff charges at him and knocks him back down with a Running Knee. He reenters the ring, and takes a second to shake out the cobwebs. He looks at the crowd, and smiles.
Harvey: I think Biff is going to fly!
Biff shoots off into the ropes, runs toward the front of the ring, jump onto the top rope, leaps off to the outside....
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And takes out Havok on the outside with a Diving Front Flip Senton!
Chase: No!!!!!
Harvey: Impressive attack from Biff Riboflavin!
Biff gets up holding his midsection, but goes right back on the attack. He clubs Havok over the back with a forearm shots, and slides him into the ring. He follows him in, leaps up and nails Havok with a Jumping Corkscrew roundhouse kick. Havok goes down, and Biff pins him, hooking the leg.
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Havok kicks out.
Biff quickly gets to his feet, and drags Havok toward the ropes. He then runs to the opposite side ring ropes, bounces off, dives into a somersault, leaps up and attempts a frontflip senton in a Rolling Thunder attempt, but Havok moves, leaving Biff land back first on the mat.
Harvey: Nobody home!
Chase: There hasn't been anyone home in Biff Riboflavin's head for quite some time now.
Havok begins measuring Biff, who is just now making it back to a vertical base. He hooks him, lifts him, and puts him down with a Devil Driver! He pins Biff
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Biff gets the leg and the shoulder up.
Havok bangs the mat in frustration and momentarily argues with the ref about a slow count. He goes to grab the grounded Biff, but Biff surprises him with a High Kick that knocks him back. Biff turns, flips, and follows up with a Pele Kick. This stuns Havok but doesn't knock him down. He staggers backwards, and Biff runs against the ropes, flips and lands a Handspring back elbow that knocks him down. Biff pins Havok again
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Harvey: Oh man, what a match put on by these two! What a great fighting Havok has to kick out after enduring such a powerful attack.
Chase: It won't be a great match in my eyes unless it ends in Biff Riboflavin's bloody demise. That rhymed. Unintentional.
Biff goes to grab Havok, but Nathaniel lands a surprising shot of his own with an uppercut that jars Biff's head. Biff stumbles back, and Havok runs and knocks him down with a Spinning Wheel Kick. He signals for the end, and begins to climb the turnbuckle. He leaps off, attempting the Suicidal Downpour(Shooting Star Press)....
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Biff rolls out of the way and leaps to his feet, but he does so too early, allowing Havok to adjust in midair so lands on his feet, and once he hits the mat, he leaps back to create distance, and flattens Biff with a perfectly placed Superkick that lands on his jaw. Biff is knocked senseless! He appears to be out on his feet, as he falls backwards to the mat. Havok floats over for the pin
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Chase: Why won't you die!?
Harvey: What an incredible contest put on by these two. Win or lose, the stock of both men will certainly skyrocket tonight.
Havok is in disbelief, as he runs his fingers through his hair, trying to figure out what he has to do to keep Biff down. Finally, he formulates a plan and begins measuring Biff for the The Crowning (Canadian Destroyer). He sets him in between his knees, and goes to follow through, but Biff resists. In an amazing show of strength, Biff is able to lift the much heavier Havok and counter with a back body drop. Havok is right back to feet, but Biff outquicks him and tags him with a Dropsault. The momentum propels Havok through the ropes and onto the Apron. Biff follows him and clocks him with a right hand. He climbs out onto the apron, next to Havok, who battles right back. Both men begin to trade blows while standing side to side on the apron. Finally, Biff gets the better of the exchange by clipping Havok behind the ear with an Elbow Strike. This momentarily stuns Havok, allowing Biff enough time to leap up, grab Havok's shoulders, and deliver a Jumping Reverse Bulldog off of the apron! Both men smack the floor with a sickening thud, but Havok takes most of the brunt of the attack.
Harvey: Oh my god! Biff Riboflavin delivering the Flash In The Pan off of the apron!
The crowd pops loudly, one half chanting "RIBOFLAVIN" and the other "LET'S GO HAVOK!".
Meanwhile, Both men are down and writing on the floor outside, Biff clutching his back and Nathaniel his head.
Harvey: I hope somebody gets up, I'd hate to see this amazing contest in a double count out.
Chase: I hope someone does too, preferably Nathaniel Havok.
Harvey: What do you have against Biff Riboflavin?
Chase: Pfft, question is, what don't I have against Biff Riboflavin?
The referee begins to count as both men slowly claw their ways back to a vertical base.
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Both men are on their feet with a renewed fire, and meet in the center of the ring trading blows. Nathaniel Havok gets the better of the exchange, and knocks Biff flat with a right hook. He lifts him up, and nearly puts him through the mat with a gut wrench powerbomb. Biff's head bounces off of the mat in a sickening fashion. Havok smiles, and signals for the end.
Chase: Pin him!
Harvey: Oh no, he's not done yet. I think Nathaniel Havok has something else in mind for Mr. Riboflavin.
Havok smiles, and climbs the top rope. He dives off....
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Havok crashes and burns on the Suicidal Downpour attempt, and Biff groggily climbs to his feet. He pulls Havok to his feet, gets behind him, leaps up, an takes him back with a leaping reverse bulldog.
Harvey: The Flash in the Pan! One of Biff's signature moves!
Biff goes to the corner, leaps onto the second turnbuckle, jumps up to the top turnbuckle, flips off and lands the Biffsault! (Double Jump Moonsault)
Chase: No! No!
Biff pins Havok, hooking both legs.
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WINNER: Biff Riboflavin Harvey: What a spirited matchup between two warriors. They truly left it all in the ring tonight.Chase: Says you. Riboflavin's hand was raised in victory, therefore, this match blows.Biff celebrates in the ring as Overdrive cuts to a commercial.
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Post by President Jeff on May 5, 2011 20:20:25 GMT -4
"Wasting Time" by Red plays over the speakers as the fans stand up and begin to cheer as the lights begin to flicker a multitude of different colors. Matt Weatherlight steps out on to the entrance ramp, jumping up, and down, and playing the crowd up with absorbing every bit of the energy. Matt pauses and then grins, looking out over all the fans, and then making his way down to the ring. He slaps a few fans hands and then gets into the ring quickly, but not before taking a microphone from a ring side tech. He goes to the center of the ring and lets his music play for a bit longer, he lets the fans cheer, and then his music cuts.
"Well hello, Midvale!"
The fans erupt into chants of "Weatherlight" mixed in with "Mastermind" chants, Matt chuckles and then begins again after the crowd dies down a bit.
"It feels good to see you guys again after a week of absence from the ring and let me tell you what a week it has been for APW! Canning Kaycee Young and Brandon Young, potentially sending shock waves through out the tag team division, and of course my mentor Madok Mortalis losing his title to some scrub named Grace Kerr. As you can tell, I feel like I've just stepped in from another dimension, but to me it seems like the APW has had two major losses in the past week, but let me tell you this...tonight, APW is going to gain a lot back. You see, tonight I'm going to send a shock wave through another division in APW. Tonight, I'm going to shake the very fabric of what is becoming the weakest division in all of APW...tonight I'm going to break the power structure of the one and only Xtreme Division!"
The fans cheer as they recall what exactly Matt had said all through out his promotion earlier yesterday. Matt nods his head and then keeps going.
"The fact is...out of all the titles in APW, the Xtreme title has literally gained no momentum, and it is not because Jeff isn't trying...it is because of the lame ass champion who holds the belt. A man who would rather spend his time hallucinating about demons while on acid than spend his time preparing for our match tonight. But can I blame him? That is what we have come to expect of a division that has become as unstable as it has. But that all changes. Tonight I'm going to show the world the flaws of the Xtreme division...tonight I'm going to take Nero, Valentine, or whatever the hell he is calling himself now-a-days and take him out back like a rabid dog and put a bullet between his eyes. Because lets face it, dicks like him have out-lived their welcome. Hell, it is hard enough that we have Ryan Ruckus to deal with..."
Boos all around the arena, Matt shrugs his shoulders, and then keeps on going feeding off the energy of the fans.
"But now we have to deal with this joke of a competitor, this weak link in a rather strong pool of champions. It is evident that this championship is going no where. It can't be marketed, it can't be used as a promotional tool, and worst of all...it is becoming generic. That's right ladies and gentlemen, the title that is supposed to be the most revolutionary title is becoming nothing more than an absolute joke, and the man that we have to blame for that is Nero. The guy knows nothing of the belt he holds, he just thinks it looks good on him, but all I can do every time I see that man standing in a ring holding up that title is vomit my guts out. This guy is vile and this guy needs to learn a lesson. So tonight, I'm going to win, but I guarantee you all that I'm going to make it as embarrassing as possible. I'm going to sully what he believes to be his 'legacy' and then I'm going to go right into the back, get dressed, and have a nice long talk with Jeff about how he needs to improve the Xtreme division because this experiment in dullness has clearly bored everyone in this arena by now and has done nothing, but give the fans the reason to change the channel when the belt is on the line because it has lost its' flare."
Matt paces around the ring, hearing deafening applause from fans who are quite tired of Nero being champion, and from fans of the old-school Xtreme championship.
"Before I go, I would like to say something to Nero, directly."
The camera zooms in on Matt's face as he looks dead into the center of the lens.
"Your time is ticking, Nero...and I hope that you have fun holding on to that title and using it as some kind of bling to attract the whores that you love so much because soon...that belt will belong to someone else and I guarantee you that whoever takes that belt from you will be a better qualified athlete to bring the Xtreme championship into the new era than you have ever been. So, you better be ready, Nero because tonight...you are going to be my bitch, and there is nothing you can do about that because I'm the Mastermind...and I'm already five steps ahead of you."
The fans cheer as Matt drops the microphone in the middle of the ring and rolls out underneath the bottom rope as "Wasting Time" by Red plays over the PA.
BACKSTAGE
Ryan Ruckus stands facing the camera, still fiddling with his unlit cigarette. In front of him, stands a woman with a slamming body, wearing nothing but a black bikini. We can’t see her face, as she is with her back to us, but if it’s anything like her rear view, day-um...
R2: Okay, you look great. And I have it on good authority that Lester has been signing fan autographs, just around the corner. Are you ready, cause this whole thing hinges on the element of surprise. He can’t see you coming, you have to get right in there and get him, okay.
GIRL: Got it. I’m ready.
R2: And we’re CERTAIN that your little… condition is incurable.
GIRL: For the third time, yes. 100%. Stuck with it for life.
Finally, because he has to be as curious as we are, the camera man pans around to angle between Ruckus and the girl, starting at her toes, tilting up along her gorgeous legs, past her flat, bronzed stomach, past her firm, goose-pimpled cleavage, up her neck, to the HUGE crusty wound on her bottom lip. It oozes puss-like discharge of what could only be called an ecru color. And while it’s no blue waffle, damn if it isn’t unnerving.
R2: Perfect. –beat- Oh, here he comes, get ready!
Ruckus presses himself against the far wall so as not to be seen, and the camera man angles past the mouth herpe girl to catch site of Lester Only and Johnny Chase making their way down the hall.
CHASE: I still can’t believe that asshole dropped a bag of hammers on me.
L1: I still can’t believe you have time to hang out with me, in between calling the matches at ringside.
Chase beams.
CHASE: For you champ, I’m willing to go the extra mile.
And they turn the corner, to come face-to-face with the charging mouth herpe girl.
GIRL: Kiss me!
L1: Gah!
Lester reacts, instinctively, leaning back and tugging Johnny Chase in front of him, so that Chase collides with the bikini-clad chick and finds himself immediately caught in a lip lock, both arms and one foot straight out in front of him, like a cartoon character who ran into a pole. For a moment, he struggles, but then, he gives in to the moment.
-Until the bikini girl pulls away.
CHASE: Mmm… Thank you.
Johnny looks down, blushing slightly. He sees her feet, her legs, her stomach, her breasts, her neck, then-
CHASE: Ah! –spit- Oh my god! –spit- Is that… mouth… herpes? Gah! –spit spit spit- Ew! Get it off. Get it off. GET IT OFF!!!
The Herpe Girl turns to Ruckus, shrugging.
R2: Dammit, you MISSED! –then he sees Johnny Chase rolling around on the ground, scraping his tongue with his finger nails- Actually, never mind. I’m okay with that.
-Then, Lester is in Ryan’s face.
L1: You’re pathetic.
R2: And you’re lucky. But stay tuned, buddy. Cause until you go out there and admit that I’ve changed, this is just the beginning.
-And he throws the unlit cigarette into his mouth, tosses a $50 at the confused Herpe Girl, and saunters off down the hall, leaving Lester staring daggers at his back.
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Post by President Jeff on May 5, 2011 20:25:15 GMT -4
["End of the World" plays over the speakers, the deceptively calm tempo seeming to lull the crowd until Jacob Whitehead walks out, followed by his manager, Elizabeth Page.] Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, making his way down to the ring, from Orlando Florida, weighing in at 305 pounds, Jacob Whitehead![He struts down the ramp until he gets to the floor, then he scoops up Liz, kissing her fiercely, the lewd display gleaning even louder boos from the crowd and a smirk from both Jacob and Liz. Jacob hops up on the apron and steps over the top rope before striding into the center of the ring where he ignores anyone that might have come down to the ring before him to taunt the crowd. Eventually he'd settle down and head for his corner, hunkering down and waiting for the fight to begin.] Chase: I can’t wait – Whitehead looks to be in the zone![Dynasty" begins to play on the PA. The fans jump out of their seats cheering. Jesse walks out from backstage and stands at the top of the ramp. He's wearing his usual ring attire along with his t-shirt and hat. He looks around the arena and nods in approval of their reaction. He points toward the ring and signals it is time for action as he heads down toward the ring. Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, weighing in at 240 lbs. From Phoenix, Arizona, Jesse "The Prodigy" Nuñez![Jesse then slides into the ring and starts to pose for the crowd before throwing off his hat and t-shirt into the crowd. Jesse starts to get a few final stretches in with his arms and throws a few punches in the air. His music begins to fade off and he is ready to go.] Jacob Whitehead vs. Jesse Nunez
The bell rings and they lock up. They go back and forth around the ring, trying to gain the advantage. Whitehead rears back and shoves Nunez back. Jesse rolls backward and takes a second to compose himself. Whitehead growls as he flexes. The crowd boos.
Harvey: What a display of strength!
Chase: Nunez doesn’t stand a chance. Come on, Jacob, don’t let him up!
Nunez gets back to his feet and circles around the ring as Whitehead follows. They lock-up again and again they struggle. Jacob rears back and flings Nunez backwards again. Nunez lands flat on his back, as Whitehead smirks. Jesse composes himself and gets back to his feet yet again. Jesse goes in for a third collar-and-elbow tie-up but this time shoots for a right hand in to the gut of Whitehead. He bounces off the ropes and comes down hard with a big forearm across the back of a bent over Whitehead. Jacob falls to one knee.
Harvey: He’s going to get the big man down to the ground! What an impressive display!
Nunez again bounces off the rope and comes flying in with a second forearm smash across the back. Whitehead is down to both knees this time. Nunez, one more time bounces of the ropes and comes flying in – only to be caught with a running clothesline from Whitehead. Nunez does a spinning corkscrew in the air and lands hard on his back. Whitehead peels Nunez off the mat and grabs a handful of hair. He leads him over to the corner and irish-whips him in diagonally in to the opposite corner. Nunez hits hard in the corner and comes slowly bopping out as Jacob hits a big boot right to the face. Jesse falls over to the mat as Whitehead falls on top of him and grabs the leg for the cover.
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Harvey: That was close! Jesse is surely fighting an uphill battle here with the mammoth Jacob Whitehead!
Chase: I told you once – Jesse doesn’t stand a chance!
Whitehead argues with the ref as Jesse has crawled over to the ropes to help pull himself to his feet. Jacobs walks over and grabs Nunez by the hair but allowed Nunez a little too much time to get back to his feet as Nunez charges with a shoulder to the gut. He follows it with a boot to the stomach and a right hand to the face of Whitehead. Jacob is teetering in the middle of the ring as Jesse bounces off the ropes and comes exploding off with a shoulderblock that knocks Whitehead to the ground.
Harvey: I can’t believe Jesse got him off his feet!
Chase: Is it too late to change my pick? Nunez is going to win this match!
Jesse stands over Whitehead as the crowd rises to his feet. He pulls off his “You Can’t See Me” wrist band and chucks it in to the ground.
Harvey: Here it comes! The KnoeXion!
Chase: Get up Jacob. Get up!
Jesse goes over and stands over Whitehead, who’s laid out on the ground. Jesse waves his hand in front of his face. While Jesse says and the crowd yells with him "You Can't See Me." Jesse runs towards the ropes to his left, bounces off the ropes, gets close to Whitehead getting nearly a foot away. Jesse brushes off his shoulder and comes slamming down with a closed first on Whitehead’s face. The crowd comes unglued as Nunez goes for a quick cover.
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Harvey: Wow, what an impressive show of strength by Jacob Whitehead.
Nunez wastes no time and goes after Whitehead but Jacob is waiting for him. A stiff kick to the stomach to Nunez and an irish-whip in to the ropes. Nunez comes bouncing off as Whitehead catches him with a huge lariat. Whitehead quickly runs against the ropes and drops a big legdrop across the chest of Nunez. Whitehead sits in the middle of the ring with a huge smile on his face while Nunez rolls around with both arms wrapped around his chest. Jacob approaches and locks Nunez in a front-face lock.
Harvey: Impressive grappling maneuver from the big man!
Chase: I bet Jesse can see him now! Ha!
Whitehead applies pressure as Nunez is flattened across the mat. He applies a cross face and slides over to get side position on Nunez. The crowd begins a slow “Jesse” chant. Whitehead extends both arms across the side of Jesse and leaps up in the air, dropping down with his right knee across Jesse’s back. He wastes no time and goes up for a second knee only to come crashing back down. Jesse folds up covering his right side. Whitehead picks him up and pushes him in to the far right corner. He picks him up by his waste and sets him on the top turnbuckle sitting with both legs inside the ring. Jacob headbutts a very groggy Nunez and slides both legs outside the ring one by one. Jacob climbs to the second turnbuckle and throws his arm over his head in the suplex position. He starts to leap for a superplex off the top rope but Nunez blocks it. He shoves Whitehead off the second rope as he comes crashing down on the mat.
Chase: He’s got nothing left. How did he shove the monster off like that?
Harvey: Here comes Nunez!
Nunez gets both legs back in the ring and stands up to the top rope. He leaps off shooting for an elbow drop but Whitehead sticks up his big foot as Nunez comes crashing down on top of it. Both men are lying on the apron as the referee begins his count.
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Jacob sees his downed opponent on the other side of the ring and walks over to grab him by the throat. He picks is opponent up and still has a firm grip on his throat. He launches Nunez in the air and slams him down hard with a giant chokeslam. He peels him off the mat and hooks him in the suplex position. He lifts him up showing a great demonstration of strength and holds him there slowly spinning around all for sides of the ring. As he drops he spins him around in to a sitout jawbreaker.
Harvey: Lightning Strikes! It’s over!
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Post by President Jeff on May 5, 2011 20:30:38 GMT -4
We find Biff Riboflavin backstage in his locker room, undoing his hand wraps. His brothers Noah and Kenny are seen in the background, Kenny reading an issue of Guns & Weapons, and Noah, as usual texts away on his phone. Meanwhile, the door opens to the locker room, and in walks Biff's manager, Leonard "Jazz Hands" Hines. Leonard appears happier than Biff over the win, and congratulates him with a hug. Leonard: Biff, you looked phenomenal out there, baby! You're now a solid 3-0 in APW over some very stiff competition.Biff: I wouldn't say Nathaniel Havok was stiff. He some of his punches were harder than usual, but that's part of the business, you know?Leonard: I didn't mean that kind of stiff.....Biff: Oh, I see what you're saying. I mean, he had me in a rear waist lock, and I didn't feel kind of bulge.Leonard: For Christ's sake, Riboflavin! When I say stiff, I mean rugged.Biff: But all my opponents have been rather clean shaven and well put together.Leonard: You know what? Forget that. You had a great match, you looked awesome, and you really opened some eyes. This calls for celebration.Leonard reaches into the breast pocket of his jacket and pulls out two Cuban Cigars. He hands one to Biff, and turns away to cut and light his. Biff: Blechh, this tastes awful!Leonard puffs on his cigar and turns back to Biff. He chokes on the smoke when he sees that Biff has bitten a chunk out of the cigar, chewed it and is now spitting it out with a disgusted expression on his face. Leonard: What the hell are you doing!? Why did you eat that? Those things are expensive!Biff: To be so pricey, they sure do make terrible fun snacks!Leonard sighs, and fetches Biff a bottle of water to wash the taste of chewed partially devoured Cuban Cigar out of his mouth. Leonard: You're supposed to smoke those things, not eat em.Kenny: That's what he said! Isn't it Noah?Noah shoots a middle finger at Kenny. Leonard: Forget the cigars, I say we go out and celebrate. How about---Biff: Chuck E. Cheese!?Leonard sighs yet again, and places his hand on Biff's shoulder. Leonard: Biff, you gots to think bigger, baby! You're in the big leagues now.Biff shrugs, and nods his head. Biff: You know what, you're right. This victory means alot, and pictures with Chuck E. and all the pizza you can eat aren't enough!Leonard: Now you're thinking...Biff: We've got to paint the town red! We've got to shut the city down!Leonard: You're getting there....Biff: What better place to do it at than....Leonard: Yeah, yeah?Biff: DAVE & BUSTER'S! EAT, DRINK & PLAY, SUCKA MCS!Leonard facepalms. Leonard: You know what, Biff? Let me worry about where we celebrate at, Ok? You and your brothers don't have to pay for anything. Just grab a shower, get dressed, and I'll lead the way.Biff: I love surprises! I'm gonna be dressed to the nines! I'm gonna wear my bright red slack, my converse Chuck Taylor All-Stars with the dinosaur print...ooh, ooh!Biff reaches into his bag, and pulls out two shirts. Biff: Which should I wear? Superman Logo, or Green Lantern logo?Kenny: The Green Lantern logo is bitchin, imo.Noah: Did you just use Instant Messaging lingo in a verbal conversation?Biff runs off to the bathroom to shower. Noah: Leonard, can I have a word?Noah pulls Leonard to the side. Noah: You're not planning on taking him to a nightclub are you?Leonard: Why, that's exactly what I'm planning Noah. Problem?Noah: Uh, yeah, big problem. My brother has a notoriously low tolerance for alchohol, and if he even whiffs a Wine Cooler, his blood alcohol level will skyrocket. You do not want that to happen, trust me. At my High School graduation party held by the school, somebody spiked the punch with Rum. Biff got hammered, made out with my principal, went streaking in a hospital, broke into a Bed, Bath & Beyond, made out with my principal some more, and passed out naked from the waist down in a cooler on top of the frozen peas in Wal-Mart's grocery section wearing a top hat, wristbands, and a Dave Matthews band t-shirt with a stolen flute jammed in one of his nostrils.Leonard: The part about the Principal sounds awesome.Noah: It is,they're friends on Facebook, and they keep in touch for booty calls. On top of that, she gave me a great recommendation for an awesome college. But the point still stands, you CANNOT do this. Biff is totally unpredictable when he's drunk.Leonard: Look kid, I appreciate that you care about your brother. I really do. But maybe that's what's been holding him back all these years. I don't know if you've noticed, but your brother is pretty much an 8 year trapped in a 24 year old's body.Noah: He most certainly is not!No sooner than Noah says this, A shirtless Biff emerges from the bathroom with a Spiderman towel around his waist and wearing a matching shower cap. Biff: Aw, man! I forgot to pack my Spongebob Squarepants bodywash!Noah facepalms as Overdrive cuts back to ringside. Paige: The following contest is a non title match scheduled for one fallThe opening rift from "Wasting Time" by Red plays as the fans get to their feet and watch as Matt Weatherlight emerges from backstage with a smile on his face. Matt is wearing a pair of shades, a neon green and black vest, and a pair of green shorts. He makes his way to the ring slapping hands and pausing to take photos with people and finally reaches the ring where he jumps up on to the apron and looks around the arena for a second before taking his shades off and throwing them into the crowd. Paige: Introducing first, weighing in at an even 200 pounds, MATT WEATHERLIGHT!He gets into the ring and tests out the ropes before running to one of the turnbuckles and climbing it until he is standing on top, looking at all the fans. He then jumps down and looks over to the entrance ramp as he waits for his opponent to show up. The Arena Is Anxious As The crowd Goes quiet as the camera zooms into the video screen and the handsome face of Diamante Valentine is slicking his hair back and laughing as suddenly the silence turns into loud boos from males and big cheers from females as Shamans Harvest - Broken Dreams blares through the arena, As Diamante Valentine Walks Through The Curtains With His Head Held High Wearing A Long Black Sleeveless Trenchcoat With John Morrison Style Shades, Always Kissing A Female Fan On The Hand And Make Other Women Jealous As She Falls And Faints. He Walks Onto The Ring steps Slicking His Hair Back. Paige: And his opponent, he is the current APW Xtreme Champion, DIAMANTE VALENTINE!Diamante gets into the ring and waits for the match to start Diamante Valentine Vs Matt Weatherlight
Diamante and Matt lock up with Matt getting in a side headlock. Diamante shoots Matt off into the ropes and Matt comes back and gets taken down with a running back elbow to the face. Diamante goes for a cover
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Diamante gets up and Matt goes on his knee’s, grabs Diamante’s leg and pulls it out from under him. Diamante falls on the mat and Matt covers
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Harvey: Matt Weatherlight is the son of former Champion Pence Weatherlight, Matt has big shoes to fill
Chase: Matt has the potential to be as good or better than his father, he’s just gonna need to have patience.
Both guys get up and Diamante kicks Matt in the gut and throws him to the corner. Diamante rushes him and Matt gets his elbow up in Diamante’s face. Matt hops to the middle rope and dives off with a sunset flip over Matt and gets a cover
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Diamante gets up and goes for a clothesline, but Matt ducks it and then comes back with a dropkick, knocking Diamante down and Diamante rolls out of the ring. Diamante is upset and he goes over and grabs a chair and folds it and then gets back into the ring
Harvey: Someone might want to remind him that this isn’t a Xtreme Rules match
The ref gets in front of Diamante and is yelling at him to put the chair down. The ref then grabs the chair from Diamante and goes over to the ropes and puts the Chair outside the ring. While that happens, Diamante pokes Matt in the eye and then kicks him in the gut and gives him the Olympic slam and goes for a cover
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Chase: I bet Matt’s daddy didn’t teach him that trick Diamante pulled.
Diamante picks Matt up and takes him to the corner. Diamante gives Matt a few chops and a couple kicks to the gut. The crowd begins to boo and Diamante looks towards the entrance way and standing there is Chris Cyrus
Harvey: ITS CHRIS CYRUS!
Chase: Looks like he may be taking a closer look at his opponent for Mayhem
Chris just stands at the top of the ramp and looks on. Diamante goes back to working on mat, by taking him to the middle of the ring and gives him a suplex. Diamante puts his attention back to Chris, before picking mat up, puts him in a headlock and takes him over to the mat. With the headlock on, Diamante looks at Chris and yells out “HEADLOCK.”
Harvey: Diamante is mocking Chris Cyrus here
Chase: Diamante better not lose focus here.
Chris slowly begins walking down to the ring and Matt is able to get to his feet and fights out of the headlock, throwing Diamante into the ropes and Diamante comes back and goes for a clothesline, but Matt ducks and runs off the ropes. Diamante hit’s the opposite ropes and both guys run at each other and Matt comes flying with a crossboy, taking Diamante down into a cover
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Harvey: Chris Cyrus has made his way to ringside here to take a closer look
Chase: He better not get involved in this match
Both guys get up and Matt takes Diamante down with an arm drag and then another. Diamante gets up and Matt picks him up, dropping him with a samoan drop. Matt goes for a cover
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Matt picks him up and suplexes him. Matt picks Diamante up again and gives him another suplex, and then a 3rd.
Harvey: He calls that the Three Gates
Chase: Lets just call it what it is, Three suplexes
With Diamante down, Matt climbs up to the top rope. Matt comes off with a 450 splash, but Diamante rolls out of the way at the last second. Diamante gets up first and then Matt does. Diamante runs and nails Matt in the head with a running boot. With Matt down, Diamante grabs him and sets him up for the Ego Trip. Diamante turns towards Chris Cyrus and goes to life Matt up, but Matt counters with a back body drop. Diamante hit’s the mat and slowly gets up. Just as he does, RKO from Matt!
Harvey: THE LIGHTS OUT! THE LIGHTS OUT!
Matt rolls Diamante to his back and covers him
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Winner: Matt Weatherlight Matt begins to celebrate his victory as a smile comes across the face of Chris Cyrus and Chris turns and heads back up the ramp Harvey: Chris may have not gotten involved in this match, but just him being at ringside was enough to make Diamante lose focusChase: Diamante will get his revenge at Mayhem, you’ll seeMatt continues to celebrate in the ring. Diamante finally comes to and looks up the entrance way to see Chris turning back to look at Diamante and claps for him before heading out back. Overdrive goes to commercial. |
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Post by President Jeff on May 5, 2011 20:36:25 GMT -4
Back from Commercial
We find ourselves backstage in the physicians clinic, where Johnny Chase is seated, feet dangling off a paper-covered doctor’s table. The APW medical staff meanders about, checking Johnny’s vitals and patching up his injuries from the hammer and herpes incidents. And beside the table, stands the Undisputed champion, Lester Only.
CHASE: I’m starting to think being your sidekick isn’t in my best interest.
Lester scoffs.
L1: That’s idiotic. Just think how much worse off you’d be, if I DIDN’T have your back.
CHASE: Yeah… I guess… What’s 42 ball-peen hammers and an orally-transmitted disease between friends.
The medical staff stops what they’re doing and turn to eye Lester and Johnny curiously.
L1: You’re going to want to SERIOUSLY consider rewording that last statement.
CHASE: My bad.
Meanwhile, just outside the door, Ryan Ruckus stands with a brick shit-house of a man, talking. And as the man turns around, we realize it’s none other than Dominic Toretto himself, Vin Diesel.
R2: Thanks again, for doing this.
VIN: No problem, man. We’re boys. That’s how we do.
R2: And grats on Fast Five, dude. Top opening weekend in Universal Pictures history? That’s big time.
VIN: Nice of you to say, brother. And I’m still working on getting you Jordana’s digits.
Ruckus smiles, huge and pervy.
R2: Word.
They share a complicated handshake, then-
VIN: So, you got that hardware?
R2: Yeah. Right here.
Reaching into the vest pocket of his sports coat, Ruckus retrieves a pair of custom brass knuckles. Everything about them is as you’d expect, given what they are, except an extra jewel-encrusted metal plate has been molded to the top, to spell out ‘R2’ in blingy diamonds.
VIN: Ooh, that’s nice.
R2: Psh, better be, for what I paid for them. I just hope they do the trick.
Vin takes the kucks from Ruckus and slides them onto his hand.
VIN: Don’t worry. They will.
Back inside the clinic, Johnny is talking to Lester.
CHASE: Still, herpes… It isn’t 100% right? I mean, if I didn’t have a mouth cut, and she didn’t ooze any-
L1: I’m sure you’ll be fine.
-And that’s when Vin Diesel comes around the corner, his bulging arm cocked back, the R2 knucks gleaming in the fluorescent light.
VIN: Ryan Ruckus sends his regards.
Vin swings, but-
L1: Oh, my boot’s untied.
Lester ducks to tie his laces, just as the punch from Vin Diesel arcs over his head and catches Johnny Chase right in the cheek.
CHASE: Oof!
Johnny’s is rocked back on the hospital bed, reeling from the blow, as Vin turns and darts from the room. A moment later, Lester stands back up. And sees Johnny knocked half stupid.
L1: Jesus, man, are you alright? What happened?
CHASE: I think I just got punched in the face by Riddick.
L1: Riddick Bowe?
CHASE: No, the other one. Chronicles of.
Lester turns to look behind them. No one’s there.
L1: I think those hammers might have knocked something loose, Johnny.
Chase sighs, rubbing his cheek.
CHASE: Yeah, maybe. How’s my face look?
He moves his hand, and for the first time, Lester sees the unmistakable “R2” bruised and embossed into the side of Johnny’s face.
L1: Um, yeah. Good. …You look good.
Then, his curiosity piqued, Lester heads to the doorway and leans out, looking both directions.
But as far as he can see, the hallway is bare.
L1: Weird…
*The scene opens with Damien Walker standing backstage with Cindy Shannon, he a bit weary and seems to be stressed more than usual… while Cindy Shannon is standing idle waiting for a signal as she begins interviewing him on current state of the RSM*
(Cindy Shannon gets the cue that their live and talks)
Cindy: Hello APW! I am Cindy Shannon, and I’m here right now to bring you the exclusive facts…In the recent months APW’s top faction and stable, The Red Shield Mafia has had a shocking downfall in a turn of events…Now Damien Walker if you would oblige the APW Universe for those who are not sure and haven’t been following…Would you please explain the reasoning behind this all?
(Damien drinking a water bottle and then placing his hands on his hips as he tosses the bottle in the background before talking)
Damian: (Starting moving his hands around pointing) Well everyone wants to know what’s going with the RSM? Well it’s simple I’ll explain…It all started at RassleMania 7, Mannie & Kingston off their biggest win as a tag team was going into a big hill of momentum…The victory they had should’ve been a non-stop celebration but it wasn’t thanks to one individual…(Pausing and breathing hard) That man was Dana White the UFC president! He stuck his nose in RSM business by contacting JR Kingston directly with a contract offer to rejoin the UFC, and once he did that the problems started! For one as the RSM manager on-screen and off…I should’ve been the only person contacted any of my boys relations…But it goes further because the 1st person JR told after RassleMania was Young Mannie, and instead of Mannie being happy he felt slighted & pissed off…Why you’re thinking? Not because Mannie wasn’t told 1st because he was on the biggest win of his APW career so far as a tag team with Kingston and he thought all Kingston could talk about and even thought about doing, Was becoming a star in the UFC again…But as more and more people found out…JR became the focus of the tag team instead of the team it’s self and honestly I can’t blame Mannie…because the RSM is not un-equal stable it’s share leadership & team work in everyway so Mannie should’ve been angry…Kingston has his head in the clouds while Mannie was still focusing on what got Kingston the contract offer in the 1st place and that was Pro Wrestling! But (Holds his right 1st finger up) I also understand Kingston side for being upset that Mannie was being smug and close-minded without hearing Kingston out or not for supporting him…So who can really say who is right in this situation all I know is because of Dana White my stable, my boys, and family are breaking up! But now things have broken down into Mannie and Kingston’s personal life being affected by this, With Kingston emptying one of Mannie’s bank account clean…And then Mannie taking a friend of Kingston childhood and setting him on fire last week! It’s going to far and too fast…But now it’s leading too Mannie & Kingston in a “I Quit match” with both men agreeing that who ever says those words will not only lose the match but will leave APW for good! No with this happening I’m stressing losing precious time and money, that we could be making but I’ll say this at Mayhem I’ll be in both of my boy’s corner helping both of them encouragement, weapon support, and game-strategy! This match will not be for the weak of heart and who makes it out it without being on a stretcher got help them!
(Damien Walker stares right into the camera and starts wiping his face as he walks off screen, as the crowd cheers in anticipation of the match and the end of the Red Shield Mafia)
Cindy: Well everyone there you have it…Straight from the Manager of Champions mouth, The RSM will be colliding at APW Mayhem…Mannie vs. Kingston in an “I Quit match” Loser leaves APW!
We cut to commercial
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Post by President Jeff on May 5, 2011 20:41:39 GMT -4
We come back to find the President of Action Packed Wrestling, in the middle of the ring. The ring is draped with a crimson carpet, with a desk placed right behind Jeff.
President Jeff: Ladies and gentlemen, last week we saw something go down that really got under my skin. Today, I still feel the same. Now, for the time being, I have barred Jacob Whitehead and Elizabeth from ringside, so I can get things sorted out with the man I would like to talk to. So without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, love him or hate him, please welcome, the Enforcer of Sorrow, Nathaniel Havok.
'Nemesis' hits on the PA system as purple strobe lights flicker around the arena. Nathaniel Havok steps out from the back with his head facing the ground, hair dripping wet. He stares at the ground for about 5 seconds, before throwing both arms in the air, spitting water out of his mouth, as fire-like pyro explodes around him. He gives a sadistic grin before sprinting to the ring and sliding in under the bottom rope. He pops up off the mat and runs right for the far right turnbuckle. With a graceful leap, he lands on the second rope and throws his hands in the air once again. He hops down and walks to the center of the ring. His music dies down as Jeff grabs some papers off of his desk. The fans give a mixed reaction to Nathaniel, some boo and some cheer. Jeff is successful at quieting them down, and is ready to conduct business.
President Jeff: Nathaniel, thank you so much for coming out here and being civil about this. I must say that I am excited about you being back, and I am very sorry for what happened to you last week at the hands of Jacob Whitehead. In my own personal opinion, while you might have deserved some type of retaliation for attacking him a week before, you did not deserve exactly what you got. Therefore, I am allowing you the rare opportunity to press charges on Mr. Whitehead, if you see fit. Now, I understand that you have been consulting your lawyers this past week, and that you’ve come to a decision on what you would like to do, is that right?
Jeff holds out the mic for Nathaniel, however Nathaniel isn’t satisfied with this. Nathaniel scoffs at the boss and walks over to the ring apron, grabbing a microphone from Nicky Paige. He then walks back to the middle of the ring, where the agitation can be seen on both men’s faces.
Havok: Jeff, I have indeed come to a decision on what I want to do here. After consulting with lawyers and friends, I have decided that I would not like to press charges on Jacob Whitehead.
The fans seem shocked at what Nathaniel Havok has just said.
Havok: However, after further consultation with my lawyers, I have decided that I would like to press charges…
President Jeff: Huh? So you are pressing charges?
Havok: Indeed I will be, Mr. President, sir. Yes, yes, yes, after further consultation I have decided to press charges on the parties responsible for my injuries, and for the assault.
President Jeff: Very well then, we will get the documents ready and Action Packed Wrestling will back you one hundred percent of the way on this court case. With that being said, I will as of this moment be forced to suspend Jacob Whitehead from APW and it’s competition, without pay. Mr. Whitehead will be reinstated after all lawsuits are finalized, and everyone begins to move on with their lives.
Jeff attempts to leave the ring, but Nathaniel stops him by grabbing his shoulder.
Havok: Whoa, whoa, whoa, where are you going? I wasn’t finished. Jeff, when I say that I’ve decided that I would not like to press charges on Jacob Whitehead, I meant that. So I think that we have ourselves a little misunderstanding here. No, Jacob Whitehead will get his very, very soon. He thinks he’s sick? He has no idea what’s going to happen to him. NO IDEA! However, back on the business front, my lawyers are now in the motions of filing a lawsuit on Action Packed Wrestling, it’s sponsors, it’s contracted show security, and YOU!
The fans begin to boo as loud as ever, and Nathaniel Havok soaks it up like a sponge. With a sick grin on his face, he looks across the ring at his boss, who seems to be dumbfounded.
Havok: What’s the matter, Jeff? Confused? Here’s the skinny Mr. President, you never made a single attempt to come out to this ring last week, and rescue me from that barbarian Jacob Whitehead, and his bitch, and I do mean female dog, Elizabeth! You didn’t, security didn’t, Megastars didn’t! I mean come on! I man is out here with a knife for crying out loud, and a defenseless man can’t even get some help to possibly save his life? Pretty screwed up, if you ask me! Therefore, I’ll be seeing YOU in court, not Whitehead!
Nathaniel stops as the boos from the crowd soar at an all time high.
Havok: UNLESS! Unless you meet my demands in the next five minutes! Number one, Jeff, I want you to go find Valentine, strip him of my title, and present it to me in the middle of this ring! Then, number two, you are to give me any match of my choosing with Jacob Whitehead, non-title, at Mayhem! If you do those two things, I’ll be off your back! If you don’t in a few months, I’ll just be able to award it to myself, no match or middleman involved!
Jeff begins to pace around the ring, rubbing his chin in deep thought. He then walks up to Nathaniel and shakes his head.
President Jeff: Well Nathaniel, you sure do know how to play dirty, don’t you? It would seem like a no-brainer. I mean, it’s not like your asking for a Lamborghini or anything, so it wouldn’t be so bad. I mean, giving you Jacob Whitehead at the pay per view seems logical, but giving you a Championship that someone else earned, that’s not honorable. So I guess, I guess I’ll see you in court.
Jeff begins to walk out of the ring but is stopped once again by Nathaniel.
Havok: What about my match with Whitehead at Mayhem?
Jeff smiles and shakes his head again, leaving the ring and backing up the ramp.
President Jeff: That’s going to be hard to do, isn’t it? Because the same rules apply to you, as to Whitehead. While this lawsuit goes on, you’re suspended without pay.
The fans cheer.
Havok: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Maybe we can work something our here, don’t get hasty! Come on back in here boss, we can work this out like two gentlemen.
Jeff begins to chuckle and walks down the ramp grinning, and shaking his head. He slides into the ring, with the same grin and chuckle.
President Jeff: Are you willing to finally work with me here?
Nathaniel puts his hand on Jeff’s shoulder, and shakes his head “yes”. He then slows the head shake, and changes his expression to an evil look.
Havok: Ha, no!
Nathaniel suddenly blasts Jeff in the head with the mic, sending the boss down to the mat. He then gets on top of him and begins to hit him with right hand after right hand after right hand.
Chase: Look! Look! Havok’s lost it!
Harvey: He’s going to get his ass fired! That’s what he’s going to do! Someone needs to get out here and stop this!
Chase: There is someone! Look!
Jacob Whitehead comes barreling down the ramp and slides into the ring. He grabs Nathaniel up by the hair and spins him around, however Nathaniel spits some kind of purple mist into his eyes. Elizabeth comes walking down the ramp, sliding off her shoes and throwing them into the ring at Nathaniel. She slides into the ring and takes a swat at Nathaniel. Nathaniel is able to catch her slap, and puts her on his shoulders. While Whitehead is whiping out his eyes, Nathaniel places Elizabeth on the top rope. He gets a sick grin as he holds her still, stomach down on the turnbuckle. She begins to kick and scream, trying to fight away, but Nathaniel grabs a long, white rope out of his back pocket.
Chase: Genius! Nathaniel is tying her to the ropes! That’ll keep her out of the way!
Whitehead is almost recovered, and walks across the ring to attack Nathaniel. Nathaniel however sees this coming, and super kicks the giant in the face.
Harvey: My god! What agility and flexibility by the Enforcer of Sorrow! He just kicked Whitehead right in the chin!
Jeff has recovered enough to roll out of the ring as Nathaniel goes to work on Jacob Whitehead with right hands from the mounted position. He then gets up and heads to the outside of the ring where he grabs a steel folding chair, and a long, thick chain. He then sets the chair up right outside the ring beside the recovering Jeff, and takes the chair back into the ring. He wraps a portion of the chair around his hand, and mounts Whitehead once again. After a few right hands, Whitehead seems to be busted open. Havok drags him to his feet by his head, and has to assist him over to the opposite side of the ring. After a few chops to the chest, Nathaniel attempts to heave Whitehead over the top rope. As Liz fights to get untied in the corner, Nathaniel seems to be able to do quite little to get Whitehead over. He then gives up and dropkicks Whitehead in the knee. Whitehead falls between the ropes, catching himself on the apron, much to the luck and surprise of Nathaniel Havok. Nathaniel then takes the chair and wraps it quickly around the neck of the giant.
Chase: What’s Nathaniel doing here?
Harvey: Wait a minute, is he tying a noose? No! He can’t do this! He’s making a noose out of that chain!
Chase: Whitehead is pretty much out, and Nathaniel’s going to hang him!
Nathaniel gives the chain very little slack on the ropes, to compensate for the height of his foe. He then makes his way out of the ring and places the feet of Jacob Whitehead on the chair.
Chase: Whitehead’s already choking! Look!
Harvey: Nathaniel Havok’s trying to kill him! He’s going to kill him!
Nathaniel looks at Jeff who is starting to come to and abruptly kicks the chair out from under the feet of Jacob Whitehead.
Havok: NO! NO! NO! HELP! SOMEONE HELP! NO!
Chase: MY GOD! EVEN I CAN’T TAKE THIS! HELP!!!
Jeff stirs and gets to his feet, pushing Nathaniel out of the way and trying to take the pressure of the chain off of Whitehead’s neck by lifting on his feet. Jeff is barley able to do anything to help, and begins to call for personnel help instead. As he continues to try, security comes barreling down the ramp to assist. Some go to help Jeff, others to Elizabeth, and even more to make sure Nathaniel Havok makes his way to the backstage area. With a sick grin on his face, Nathaniel never takes his eyes off of Jeff and Jacob, but heads to the ramp anyways. Jeff then grabs a mic and gets Havok’s attention.
President Jeff: I’m sick of this! I’m done! Done! Nathaniel, this has gone far enough! You want Whitehead at the pay per view? You got him! One on One!
Nathaniel smirks at this and demands a mic. He somehow gets one from security, and smirks at President Jeff.
Havok: Now tell me Einstein, how in the hell is that going to happen if I’m suspended?
Jeff then gets a smirk of his own as he looks back at Nathaniel.
President Jeff: Oh no, not anymore. Buddy, I’ve got plans for you.
Overdrive goes to a commercial break
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Post by President Jeff on May 5, 2011 20:45:09 GMT -4
Harvey: I gotta give you come Credit Johnny. You we're able to hang out with Level One, see medical staff and still call all the matches tonightChase: Oh the joy of commercials and segmentsHarvey: Lets get to the main event match of the nightPaige: The following Tag Team contest is your main event of the eveningThe super crunchy power chords of Walk by Pantera begins to blast over the arena sound system as the man known as Khaos steps out onto the entrance ramp. He is dressed in a worn out pair of Levi jeans cutoff to make shorts, black knee and elbow pads, a Misfits t-shirt with the sleeves cutoff and wrestling shoes covered by black kick pads. Paige: Introducing first, Standing six feet four inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and seventy-five pounds. He hails from Hell, Michigan by way of the Jackson State Penitentiary. He is Khaos!!!!!!!!!!!!Khaos makes his way towards the ring ignoring the cheers and jeers being launched at him by the fans. His focus is on one thing only, the ring and the damage he is about to inflict inside of it. Once he reaches ringside he climbs onto the apron using the steel ring steps and wipes his feet on the apron as a sign of respect for the business before entering the squared circle between the top and middle ropes. Slowly he walks to his corner and leans against the turnbuckles \ An eerie music comes across the PA. Soft, at first, drowned out by the audience Then, as it grows, the fans die down. They start to look around, and, as it dies out, on the last note, the lights switch off and the arena is plunged into darkness. This is what I brought you
This you can keep,
This is what I brought
You may forget me.
I promise to depart
Just promise one thing,
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. The beat kicks in. The fans let out a chorus of boo's, hidden in the darkness. Three spotlights light up the path to the ring: One on the curtains, one at the foot of the ramp, and one in the centre of the ring. A wait. A long wait until there's movement. Into the first spotlight, from backstage, steps the immeasurable and incomparable Sally Talfourd. A pose for the audience, running her hands through her hair, then throwing out her arms. Then she kicks up a leg as walks out of the light, into the darkness. This is what I thought,
I thought you need me,
This is what I thought so think me naïve. Sally next appears in the second spotlight, at the base of the ramp. She stops, looks left and looks right. She then shakes here head and lets out a laugh at them all. She stops abruptly, then stares down to the ring. At her ring. She then looks herself up and down and heads down to the final spotlight. I promise you a heart you'd promise to keep,
Kiss my eyes and lay me to sleep. Paige: And his partner, weighing in at 145 pounds, SALLY TALFOURD!Finally, after taking longer than she needed, Sally appears in the centre of the ring. She poses again for the crowd, then, as her arms go out again, the lights come back to normal. Sally gestures to herself in an effort to show the audience what perfection really looks like. She climbs up the centre of the ropes, hanging over them to look out at all the poor saps that paid to see her tonight. Shooting Star” by Black Stone Cherry begins to play as the fans cheer loudly. C.J. Gates quickly makes his way out of the back wearing his trademark cowboy hat and “Go Big or Go Home” T-shirt. He bounces around at the entrance a bit before moving towards the ring, bouncing to the beat. Paige: And their opponents, First, from Fargo North Dakota, C…J….GATES! Gates reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope before springing to his feet, climbing the nearest turnbuckle and raising his arms in the air. He climbs back down and removes his cowboy hat and carefully hands it off, before removing his t-shirt. The 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. Biggs enters to a chorus of boos, and flashes his trademark smirk before making his way down the ramp to the ring. Paige: And his partner, he is the current, APW Overdrive Champion, BIGGS!Biggs 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. Biggs removes his ring jacket and shades as the lights come back on. CJ Gates & Biggs Vs Sally Talfourd & Khaos
CJ starts things off against Sally. They circle each other and before locking up, Sally walks over to Khaos and tags out, which gets boo’s from the crowd. Khaos gets into the ring and CJ looks at Biggs to see if he wants to come in, but Biggs shows CJ his cast and tells CJ to fight. CJ and Khaos lock up and CJ grabs Khaos arm and twist it and puts Khaos in a Hammer lock. Khaos is able to get out and counters with a hammer lock of his own. CJ with his free hand, reaches back and grabs Khaos by his head and takes him over with a snap mare. Khaos gets up and CJ throws him off into the ropes and CJ connects Khaos with a spinning heel kick. Khaos goes down and bounces back up with CJ ready and takes Khaos down with a dropsault. The fans are cheering as Khaos quickly goes to his corner to regroup and CJ is pumped up. Sally starts to whisper something into Khaos ear
Harvey: Sally and Khaos look to be going over their game plan here
Chase: Its unfair that Biggs is in this match. HE could cause permanent damage to his broken arm.
Khaos comes out of the corner and he and CJ circle each other and they go for a lock up, but Khaos kicks CJ in the gut then nails CJ in the upper back with a forearm shot before taking him over to the corner. Khaos gives CJ a chop which can be heard from the rafters. Khaos nails CJ in the jaw with a back elbow and then pulls him out of the corner and grabs CJ giving him a snap belly to belly suplex. Khaos covers hooking the leg
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Khaos drags CJ over to the corner and tags in Sally. Sally gets into the ring and drops an elbow on the back of CJ’s head. He lifts CJ up and takes him to the ropes. She throws CJ into the ropes, but CJ reverses it and Sally comes back and CJ jumps and takes Sally down with a lou Thez press and starts punching her. CJ gets to his feet, goes over to Biggs and tags him in. Biggs climbs up to the top rope and with Sally getting up, Biggs gives off with a Cross Body Block and lands it, followed by a cover
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Chase: I hope Biggs is careful, I’d hate for him to hurt his arm even more
Harvey: We saw two weeks ago, Khaos attacking Biggs arm and did a number on the cast
Biggs gets up and Sally rolls to the ring apron. She gets up and Biggs goes to punch her with his cast, but Sally is able to grab Biggs by his cast and then jumps off the ring apron, pulling Biggs arm down over the top rope. Biggs falls to the mat grabbing his arm and Sally gets back in the ring, lays Bigg’s arm on the mat and then stomps on it. Khaos is calling for a tag and Sally tags Khaos back in. Khaos grabs Bigg’s broken arm and pulls Biggs to his feet then takes Biggs over with an arm drag and then locks in the arm bar. Khaos shoves Biggs face to the ground and then takes Biggs arm and drops a knee on the cast. Biggs lets out a scream as Khaos rolls him over and covers
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Chase: Biggs needs to tag out
Harvey: Biggs can use that cast as a weapon, but if Khaos breaks that cast, then that cast is useless
Khaos picks Biggs up and takes him over to Sally and Khaos tags out. Sally climbs the top rope and Khaos twist Biggs broken arm. Sally comes off the top with a double axe handle on the cast. Sally throws Biggs to the corner. Sally charages Biggs and Biggs gets a foot up in Sallys face. Biggs comes out of the corner and takes Sally down with a clothesline. Sally bounces off the mat and back to her feet and Biggs throws her into the ropes and with one hand, gives Sally a Tilt-a-whirl back breaker. Biggs covers
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Biggs goes over and tags in CJ. CJ gets into the ring and grabs Sally, throwing her towards the ropes, but Sally reverses it. She puts her head down and CJ sunset flips into a cover
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They both get up and CJ kicks Sally in the gut, hooks her arms for a double arm DDT and just as he does, Khaos is in the ring and takes CJ down with a clothesline. The ref gets Khaos back in his corner and Sally gets up, picking CJ up and then drops him with a neck breaker. Sally covers
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Chase: I’m impressed with how well Khaos and Sally have been working well as a team
Harvey: I don’t think CJ and Biggs trust each other, but they’re gonna have to if they want to win
Sally helps CJ to his feet and snap mares him over and then kicks him in the spine and then in the chest. With CJ lying on the mat, Sally jumps up to the middle rope. CJ gets up and stumbles over to Sally and she grabs him in a front face lock. Sally goes for a Tornado DDT and CJ tosses her off him. She lands on her knee’s. CJ runs and nails Sally with the Shinning Wizard. Sally is out and CJ covers
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Biggs gets into the ring and takes Khaos down with a spear. Biggs starts punching Khaos and the ref pulls Biggs off and drags him to his corner. CJ picks Sally up and Khaos gets in behind CJ and low blows him. The ref see’s it as Biggs gets back in the ring apron. Sally crawls over, tagging in Khaos. Khaos gets into the ring and grabs CJ and gives him a northern lights suplex and bridges into a cover
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Chase: Khaos has been very impressive since debuting into APW. And he’s showing it here tonight
Harvey: He could very well be APW’s next big thing, but its still to early to tell I think
Khaos slowly picks CJ up and CJ throws a few punches into the midsection of Khaos then goes for a kick. Khaos catches CJ’s foot. CJ hops on one leg and then nails Khaos with an Enziguri. Both guys are down and the fans are cheering as they trying getting back to their feet.
Harvey: What a counter by CJ. That may have gave Khaos a concussion!
CJ and Khaos get up and CJ hits Khaos with a few punches and then throws Khaos towards the corner, but Khaos reverses it. CJ runs up the ropes and comes off with the Whisper in the Wind, landing on Khaos and covers him
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CJ gets up and starts walking towards Biggs and Khaos grabs CJ’s leg and trips him and locks in the Ankle lock. Khaos grapevines CJ’s leg and twistes the Ankle. CJ is screaming in pain. CJ is reaching for Biggs for a tag, but is in the middle of the ring.
Harvey: CJ might tap out right here
Chase: If he knew what was good for him, he would before his ankle gets broken like Biggs arm
CJ looks as he’s about to tap, but doesn’t. He begins to pull himself towards his corner. Biggs is reaching out for a tag and Khaos keeps twisting the ankle. CJ keeps getting closer and closer. CJ is reaching and gets close enough and tags in Biggs. Biggs springboards off the ropes and catches Khaos with a double foot stomp to Khaos’s chest. Biggs runs over and knocks Sally off the ring apron. Khaos gets to his feet and Biggs grabs him from behind in a reverses DDT and drops him on Bigg’s knee. Biggs then covers
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Biggs picks Khaos up and gives him the slide bread #2
Chase: The Bigg Time!
As Biggs gets up, Sally springboards into the ring and catches Biggs with a bulldog. CJ gets into the ring and tackles Sally and the two tumbles to the outside. They get up and begins exchanging punches and CJ gets the upper hand, punching Sally towards the ring steps. CJ takes a step back and charages at Sally and Sally counters with a drop toe hold, sending CJ’s face into the steps. Sally grabs CJ’s head and bounces it off the steps again and again. Back inside the ring, Biggs as Khaos in the corner and gives him a European uppercut. He then pulls Khaos out of the corner and sets him up for the Crashing back to Earth. Sally gets in the ring and grabs Biggs from behind takes him down with the Makeover. Sally gets out of the ring as Khaos gets to his feet, picks Biggs up, sets him up and gives him the Greetings from Hell Michigan. Khaos covers Biggs
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Harvey: Just in time!
Sally runs over around the ring and starts brawling with CJ. The ref goes outside the ring and tries to separate both Sally and CJ. In the ring, Khaos is up and picks Biggs up and Biggs catches Khaos with the low blow. Khaos bends over grabbing his crotch and Biggs than nails Khaos in the head with his cast, knocking Khaos out. Biggs yells at the ref to get back into the ring as he covers
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Winner: Biggs and CJ Gates Harvey: How is Biggs even allowed to wrestle a match with a cast onKhaos rolls out of the ring as Biggs begins to celebrate the victory. Sally and CJ continue to battle on the outside with CJ throwing Sally against the ring Barrier and then clothes lining her over into the crowd Chase: There’s no separating those two.Biggs continues to celebrating, standing on the middle turnbuckle, raising his title in the air. In the crowd, Sally and CJ continue to battle. CJ grabs a drink cup from a fan and hits Sally in the face with it, soda splashing everywhere. They eventually go through an area that takes them out of camera view. Harvey: I hope someone can find those two and break them apartBack in the ring, Biggs is watching as CJ and Sally disappear and then Khaos sneaks into the ring and a chair and nails Biggs in the back with it, And Falls like a ton of bricks. Harvey: Come on, that match is over, talk about a sore loser.With Biggs on the mat, Khaos puts his foot and Biggs shoulder, extending his broken arm. Khaos as the chair in hand Harvey: Come on Khaos, don’t do it.Chase: Khaos is ending Biggs career here tonight!Khaos lifts the chair in the air and brings the top of it down on the Cast of Biggs. Biggs begins screaming in pain and trying to get away but can’t as Khaos is still stepping on the back on Biggs shoulder. Khaos hit’s the Cast again and again and again. Khaos tosses the chair out of the ring and then gets on the mat, Grabs Biggs arm and locks in the Fujiwara Arm Bar Harvey: He’s trying to break Biggs arm in half!Chase: Khaos has snapped hereKhaos pulls back on the arm and Biggs is screaming in pain. The bell is ringing and finally, referee’s and road agents rush from the back. They try to get Khaos off of Biggs and finally they do. Khaos picks up the Overdrive title from the mat and then raises it up in the air and the crowd boo’s him. Chase: We may be looking at the next Overdrive Champion hereHarvey: Biggs arm may never be the same again after what we just witnessedKhaos drops the title and exit’s the ring as EMT’s make it to the ring to check on Biggs Harvey: Hold on a second, I am getting word that we’ve found Sally and CJ backstageThe camera cuts backstage where Sally and CJ are still going at it. CJ gives Sally a punch and she goes through a door and they are now outside in the parking lot. CJ Irish whips Sally into the side of a car. CJ runs at her and Sally back drops CJ onto the hood of a car. Sally see’s the headlights of a car coming. She stands in front of the car and the car stops. Sally opens the drivers door and pulls out the driver and then gets into the car. CJ has falls off the hood of the car and is pulls himself up and leans on the side of the car. Sally revs the engine and then drives the car towards CJ Harvey: OH MY GOD!CJ moves out of the way at the last second and Sally hit’s the car. Sally gets out of the car and then more road agents and referee’s show up and separate the two. Harvey: Thank god!Chase: Sally was about to kill CJ.Harvey: Who knows what may have happened if they didn’t show up here.With that, Overdrive goes to its final commercial.
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Post by President Jeff on May 5, 2011 20:52:03 GMT -4
We jump to backstage as the fans immediately cheer seeing APW world champion Lester Only standing beside President Jeff inside his office. The two are looking up at the television screen having just watched the last match together live. An aggravated Lester Only looks up at the television in complete and utter disgust...
Lester ''L1'' Only: After Sally Talfourds complete and utter show of brutality last week, it's a real shame you aren't going to do the right thing, Jeff.
President Jeff: The right thing? Lester... you want me to give you Sally Talfourd at Mayhem on weeks notice. Besides, I couldn't grant you your wishes even if I wanted to. You already signed onto this match and it's going to happen, Lester...
Lester Only sighs.
Lester ''L1'' Only: You know what, Jeff? Maybe you're right. Maybe, I'm just going to have to tough this one out with Ryan Ruckus. I'm sure next week the three of us can all sit down and handle this entire situation like grown men once and for all...
President Jeff points at the television screen with Ryan Ruckus in the ring sticking his tongue at the camera in attempt to taunt the viewers at home.
President Jeff: I highly doubt that...
Lester ''L1'' Only: Jeff, you need to do something about this nonsense! You cannot allow Ryan Ruckus to cause... a ruckus! Hammers, boobie traps, herpes infected street whores ? I've had enough, Jeff! This isn't allowed... the peace treaty, remember?
President Jeff puts his hand on Lester Only shoulders delivering a punch to the gut; figuratively speaking of course.
President Jeff: I spent three hours of time reading it, Lester—there's nothing in it that says Ryan Ruckus cannot do anything that he's been doing tonight. There has to be a way you can get back at him...
Lester ''L1'' Only: And stoop down to his level? No way!?
Lester Only and President Jeff turn their attention back to the television screen as Ryan Ruckus has taken his case to the microphone.
R2: Lester Only's mother is SO fat...
Lester Only clinches his teeth as he lunges forward and knocks the ceiling television right off it's hinges sending to the floor causing the glass monitor to break as sparks begin to fly, Lester Only stares at a shocked President Jeff.
Lester ''L1'' Only: Jeff, I want top legal advice from the best lawyers you know. They need to make the necessary amendments to this peace treaty! Ryan Ruckus cannot continue to act like this!
President Jeff: You just broke my television!
Lester Only leans forward and points in President Jeff's face.
Lester Only: You do NOT want to see what's about to happen out there...
Lester Only treats President Jeff with a respectful nod as he steps over his broken television and storms out of his office slamming the door shut behind him. President Jeff closes his eyes and takes a deep breath as we head back into the arena where Ryan Ruckus is exercising his mic time.
R2: It's clear that Lester Only isn't going to give me the thank you I deserve after I saved his ass last week. And because we can't handle things like two grown men in a fight; I guess, I'm going to have to go after the lesser of two evils...
Ryan Ruckus turns his attention from the ramp around to the announcer tables as he points right at Johnny Chase.
R2: You're about to get, Rucked!
Ryan Ruckus steps through the middle ropes and approaches ringside. Johnny Chase is in shock and doesn't kick out of it until Ryan Ruckus grabs him by the collar and begins to pull him stomach first over the announce table.
Chase: Ahh! Don't let him take me, Harvey!
Harvey surprisingly tries to help Johnny Chase from being taken hostage by grabbing his ankle but one sharp look from a frustrated Ryan Ruckus has him letting go in the matter of seconds. Johnny Chase is then drug into the ring by Ryan Ruckus putting up little to no resistance.
R2: You aren't so tough without a pair of brass knuckles and Lester Only cheering you on, are you? Chase... you really should have stayed out of our business last week. It's a shame you're going to find out how Lester Only always has and will treat his friends...
Ryan Ruckus lifts a kneeling Johnny Chase up to his feet who begs Ryan Ruckus mercilessly as he begins to set up for the clusteruck in-front of a booing crowd.
Harvey: This doesn't look good for my colleague Johnny Chase right now... wait a second!?
Lester Only has stepped out from backstage with a microphone in hand to an applause from the crowd. Ryan Ruckus see's Lester Only up at the ramp, as he holds Johnny Chase in position.
Lester ''L1'' Only: Ryan, I'm here. I'm the one you wanted. So, let's go. Let's do this. Put down Chase and we both and execute that little prevision that allows us to turn the peace treaty into a war treaty and we'll find out who's the tough one here.
In a split second Ryan Ruckus nails Johnny Chase with a clusteruck garnishing a myriad of boos from the crowd. Ryan Ruckus stands over the body of Johnny Chase as he casually picks up the microphone...
R2: There! I put him down. Excuse me for the hard landing...
R2 says as before he places a boot across the chest of Johnny Chase.
R2: I've changed my mind. I don't want your thank you, anymore. It's obviously tainted and you wouldn't mean it even if you said it. We are past that point now. So, why are you out here anyways? I am not going to give you a fight because I believe I've just found one...
Ryan Ruckus says as he kicks the motionless body of Johnny Chase which has Lester Only furious as he begins to march down the ramp.
Lester ''L1'' Only: I don't need to fight you. There's a crowd of thousands of people that is ready to jump over that barricade to kick your ass the moment I give the command!
This as you would imagine gets the crowd up in arms ready for a fight, as a riot looks to break out in the stands. Ryan Ruckus is on alert as if he's just been splashed with cold water as Lester Only slips into the ring and squares up in the face of Ryan Ruckus.
Lester ''L1'' Only: ... and now it's time for you to leave. Get out of our ring and leave us all alone, Ryan.
Ryan Ruckus snickers while he merely grabs Johnny Chase by his arm and locks in the RU-BAR treating Lester Only demands no more seriously then Lester Only did his own. Ryan Ruckus cranks back on the hold nearly snapping Johnny Chase's arm in half as he screams out in pain and desperately calls for Lester Only to help.
Lester ''L1'' Only: You son of a bitch! Let him go you bastard!
Ryan Ruckus stares at a helpless Lester Only as he continues to crank on the hold. Lester Only is tempted to break the hold but can't due to his peace treaty.
Lester ''L1'' Only: Security! Someone get security out here right now!
Moments later several rabid fans hop the barricade and security are forced to deal with them before they can approach the ring. The need for back up is quickly called in allowing the hold to be locked in on Johnny Chase even longer. Ryan Ruckus closes his eyes and applies the last bit of pressure which breaks Johnny Chase's arm!
R2: You're never going to punch me again, sucker!
Several seconds later security is able to finally enter the ring and pulls Ryan Ruckus off of Chase. Fans begin to throw garbage in the ring directed at Ryan Ruckus as he's carted out of the ring and down the ramp by security with a smirk across his face, while Lester Only is forced to tend to the injured APW announcer on his own.
Harvey: This has been one brutal attack on my partner Johnny Chase tonight. And while we have our differences, no man deserves what he just got tonight! Shame on you, Ryan Ruckus!
The show ends with a calm and collected Ryan Ruckus being carted off by security as the APW logo flashes across the screen and the show comes to a close...
Mayhem had just begun.
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