Overdrive - Melbourne, Australia (05/12/11)

[President Jeff]

PYRO explodes from the entrance ramp, as we scan the LIVE audience

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.

The camera cuts to Johnny Chase and Darren Harvey at the commentators table and you see Johnny’s arm in a sling

Harvey: Tonight is the last Overdrive before Mayhem next Sunday and what a show we have lined up

Chase: We have seven match, including Biff Riboflavin taking on Sally Talfourd and our main event, CJ Gates taking on Khaos

Harvey: I must ask Johnny, how you feeling after last week

Chase: I’ve felt better, But I don’t want to talk about it, lets get on with the show.

We see Ryan Ruckus outside the The Rod Laver arena in Melbourne Australia approaching the entrance with a lit cigarette in his mouth like the bad ass Lester Only just wished he was when a hand reaches out and touches him across his chest.

R2: Ruck?

A big fat male security agent pushes Ryan Ruckus back several steps as two other security minions join his side.

TSA Agent: Finally, the TSA has come to... Australia!

The head TSA agent bulks up his several hundred pounds of fat and let's out a disastrous cackle. His minions laugh along and applaud the wannabe pro-wrestler for his horrible effort. Ryan Ruckus clearly isn't happy about this.

R2: TSA? Do you know who I am? This is Australia for rucks sakes! You people don't even have any jurisdiction to do this here!

The TSA agent looks behind himself towards his minions and they immediately stop laughing.

TSA Agent: You hear that, guys!? He thinks we need to follow laws...

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'''BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA''

The TSA agents indulge in their fit of laughter while Ryan Ruckus puffs on his cigarette trying to calm himself down. The head TSA agent reaches over and pulls the cigarette out of Ryan's mouth, and tosses it to the pavement before he stomps it out.

TSA Agent: No smoking, $1000 dollar fines...

The TSA agent points to the no smoking sign by the door as Ryan Ruckus reacts to it with a mere roll of the eyes.

R2: This is bullshit...

TSA Agent: You listen to me, terrorist punk! We don't know what kind of weapons terrorists like you are running around with tucked in your pants nor the crevasses of your butt! Our job is to keep this building safe and all inhabitants inside of it safe-- AT ALL COSTS!

R2: Weapons? I could go inside that building and beat Johnny Chase up with a steel chair anytime I want...

TSA Agent: When was the last time anyone ever died from a steel chair... HUH!? We're keeping real weapons out. Knifes, guns and bombs—and you sir, you have quite the reputation of causing all sorts of chaotic terrorist like actions. It's real simple, Mr. Ruckus. If you have nothing to hide show us, prove us your innocent and your free to enter this building. It's your choice...

Ryan Ruckus sighs. He could just turn around and walk away... but he had business to handle tonight. So, he figures he'll submit—in the name of winning a battle much bigger by the end of the night. He throws his hands up in the air.

R2: Have at me, you bastards.

The TSA agents converge on him like flies on shit. The ''enhanced'' pat down ends with a grab of the genitals and the smack of the ass causing Ryan Ruckus to grab his behind feeling physically violated.

R2: This is no way to treat a number one contender and future APW world champion! Who do I file a complaint too?

The TSA agent shrugs his shoulders.

TSA Agent: ...US!?

Ryan Ruckus grits his teeth and shuffles himself into the building trying to regain the last bit of self pride he has left after the intrusive search. The TSA high fives each-other as seconds later the APW Undisputed champion, Lester Only appears on scene.

TSA Agent: Hello, sir! How are you doing this fine evening?

Lester Only smiles gently, as he taps his APW world championship draped around his shoulder.

Lester ''L1'' Only: I'm doing great! I hope there was no problems here. This check point has been set up to ensure that Ryan Ruckus doesn't cause any big problems a week away from our match. So, please... go easy on everyone else, will you?

TSA Agent: Consider it done, sir!

Lester Only smiles as he tosses a respectful nod their way and walks right around the check point and into the building, unscathed.

Moments later...

Sally Talfourd appears on scene ambushed by three horny TSA agents ready to get their jollies off. Professionalism at this point is the last thing on their minds.

TSA Agent:... ROLL OUT THE MOBILE BODY SCANNERS BABY! IT'S PARTY TIME!

Sally Talfourd scoffs, rolls her eyes and crosses her arms.

Sally Talfourd: Ew, you perverts!

The scene fades out

The scene fades in and we are in the locker room of APW’s newest Megastar, Cube. He is sitting in his chair is his wrestling gear, watching a monitor. The camera moves in as Cube's phone rings and he pushes a button to put it on speaker phone

Cube: What the hell do you want? I'm trying to get ready for my match. I can't make a comeback and loose my first match!

Phone: I was thinking bro bout what you said, and you're right! We're still young, why not. Together, we are the most dominant force wrestling has EVER seen. Give me a week or so to tie up a few loose ends, and I'm all in!

Cube: Ya know bro, I had a feeling you would change your mind. You just made my job so much easier tonight! Tonight, Harvey and Blade get their ASS whipped, and in due time, the APW will fall to our feet! Playas for life bro...

Phone: No doubt, kick those to punks ass tonight, I'm watchin bro...

Cube: Alright hommie, got's to get a few reps in before my match. See ya when I see ya....

Cube hangs up the phone and begins to work out a bit as the scene fades to its first commercial

[President Jeff]

The scene opens up backstage with Madok and Matt chilling in Matt's locker room. They both seem to be in a heated conversation and the microphone catches up on it right as the scene came live.

Madok: So....she came by your hotel room. Man, she wants you bad!

Matt: Can we not talk about this right now? I have to keep my mind on the match and not on the girl that I'm meeting after the show.

Madok: Oh man! So you are seriously going to take her out after the match, huh? You guys are getting serious rather quickly, aren't ya?

Matt: As I said...I don't want to focus on that right now...need to focus on the match.

Madok leans against the locker behind his bench and nods his head.

Madok: Alright. Understood, so what is the game plan for your match tonight?

Go out there and stomp a mudhole in Havok's ass?

Madok: No, seriously...

Matt arches an eyebrow and itches the top of his head.

Matt: Well...I'm just gonna go with the flow. Setting up a game plan against someone like Havok is a mistake as there are too many unpredictable elements when fighting someone such as him. So, I will wing it. Play the match by ear and feed off the fan's energy. Hopefully that will get me the win, if not...well you lose some you win some.

Madok: Couldn't have come up with a better plan myself! So, why are you doing this exactly? I know Jeff asked you specifically to do this, but you could have declined...why did you accept?

Matt lets out a sigh and leans against the locker as well, folding his hands on his lap as he gets relaxed.

Matt: Because what he did was wrong, Madok. People don't kill other people to send a message. They don't...hang people to send a message to anyone. It is wrong and it is immoral and it is that sort of thing that gives this business a bad name. Yeah, I could have said no, but where would have that gotten this show morally? No where. This show is in a state of dis-array, good guys becoming bad guys, bad guys becoming good guys, and all along the fans are more than willing to go along with it. No, that needs to change, and that is why accepted because tonight I can do this company a lot of good by beating this man and setting the message straight. And that message is that APW will not allow this sort of conduct to continue. That APW is a place where wrestling comes to thrive and last forever. Not some cesspool on the edge of some forgotten realm of reality and definitely not a place where talent comes to die, but a place where talent is gratified by opportunity and where entertainment can be had by any fan of any age. That is why I accepted, Madok, and that is the answer I'm stick too.

Madok: Cool...

Matt looked at Madok for a second his eyes wide.

Matt: Is that all you have to say?

Madok: Well...yeah. I think you pretty much said everything that could be said, but what do I know...I'm just a mother fucker who chose to come hang out with you tonight.

Matt grinned and put a hand on Madok's shoulder.

Matt: Thanks for helping me.

Madok: It really is no problem...just win alright? Or I will kick your ass...

Matt stands up and walks out the door leaving Madok by himself in Matt's locker room as the scene cuts back to ringside


The arena goes dark and the crowd goes nuts. Then then arena turns blue as "I’m A Player" plays causing the crowd to go even crazier. Then a huge display of fireworks goes off as Cube makes his way out. He stops at the top of the stage and throws his hands in the air as blue flames shoot up from the stage cause the fans to erupt yet again.

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in at 255 pounds, from Detroit, Michigan, CUBE!!!

Cube slowly makes his way down the ramp and slides in the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle and throws his hands in the air causing yet another huge eruption from the crowd.

Chase: Dude be Ballin’

Harvey: Give the guy a chance; he may just have what it takes to make it big here in APW

Paige: And his first opponent, weighing in at 175 pounds, from Sacramento, California, “Supersonic” Branden Harvey.

"Fuel" by Metallica hits the speakers. Branden Harvey sprints through the curtain and toward the ring. Whe he reaches the ring, he leaps into the air, spiringboards 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.

Harvey: Say what you like about Branden, this kid has heart

Chase: In all the right places.

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

Paige: And their opponent, from Manchester England. This is….BLADE!

Steadily strutting towards the ring he catches the attention of some girls in the crowd, he gives them a wink before hoisting himself upon to the ring. Turning his back on both men, he refuses to make eye contact, resting himself in the corner of the ring.

Harvey: We haven’t seen this man since CJ Gates sent him packing from the Exchange Rate

Chase: Too right, good to see his isn’t staggering to the ring tonight, that would just be mental… Again!

Branden Harvey vs Blade vs Cube


The bell sounds as Branden has his eyes firmly set on Blade; he begins to charge towards him as Blade motions him to slow down. Branden stops in his tracks and winks at Blade, turning abruptly Branden stands by Blade’s side as they both turn their attention to Cube.

Harvey: Looks like there may be some fuel left in this partnership afterall.

Branden starts to circle Cube and is met with a swift kick to the back from Blade dropping him to his knees; Blade follows up with another kick to the back of his head planting him face first into the canvas.

Chase: Maybe not..

Harvey: Damn Blade, that’s your student right there.

Blade is quickly jumped by Cube, knocking him back into the ropes, bouncing back he is met with a clothesline knocking him on his back. Cube stands above both wrestlers as they wriggle around on the canvas; throwing his hands in the air, the fans pop giving a positive reaction to this APW newcomer.

Harvey: He can only hope he is still celebrating come the end of the match.

Chase: Doubtful; highly doubtful.

Cube is pulling both men back to their feet using what little hair he can grab; Blade and Branden begin to connect to his abdomen with a flow of left and rights; Cube is rocking slightly as he releases his grip. Blade and Branden have him gripped by the Jeans as they hoist him into the air, suplexing him over their shoulders. Blade is back to his feet first as he begins to stomp a mudhole into Cube as Branden joins in. Blade is relentless as he continues to kick Cube hard in the gut; Branden takes the opportunity and connects to the forehead of Blade knocking him off balance.

Branden begins to chop blade’s chest knocking him back into the ropes; he grabs Blade’s arm and launches him across the ring into the corner; Blade hits the corner hard and falls to one knee.\

Harvey: What’s Branden doing now?

Chase: He’s about to fly by the looks of it.

Branden raises his arm as he stands in the corner and runs across the ring launching himself at Blade, using his body as a weapon; Blade is clearly crushed as he lets out a scream upon impact. Branden leaps in the air and follows up with a kick to the head on Cube. Pulling Cube to his feet, Branden goes to whip him into the ropes, but instead whips him into the same corner as Blade causing a pile up and both men to fall to their feet gasping for air.

Harvey: Wow, Branden really is picking up some momentum here; He could be the surprise victor at the end of this

Chase: I never doubted him, look at him now.

Branden has climbed his way to the top turnbuckle and raises his right arm in the air. He launches himself through the air towards blade looking for a 450 splash.

Harvey: Holy shit!!

Chase: He just missed both men, that will teach him to be cocky. All three men are lying on the floor.

Blade is the first one to start moving as he rolls out of the ring and lies on the floor. Cube is nearly back to his feet as he looks around and focuses on Branden. He moves towards him and drags him to his feet. He steadies himself and backs Branden into the corner; he begins to unload with a series of left and rights as the crowd begin to cheer. Cube steps backwards as Branden wobble out of the corner disorientated and looking to strike; Cube grabs Branden around the neck and runs towards the corner planting Branden hard into the canvas with a running bulldog; Cube covers…


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KICKOUT!!

Branden manages to get his shoulder off the canvas as Cube punches it in frustration. He tries quickly for another cover but Branden is able to wriggle out straight away. Both men use each other to get to their feet as they punch and kick each other trying to gain an advantage. Branden is able to hook cube up and launches him into the ropes where cube is caught heavily in the back by Blade who was hiding just outside the ring. Cube drops to his knees; Branden runs towards the ropes looking to gain some momentum he jumps in the air and connects with a Fame-asser to Cube; Cube bounces off the mat as Branden uses the ropes to climb back to his feet.

Harvey: Whats Blade doing?

Blade grabs hold of Branden’s legs causing him to turn around reaching over the top rope where Blade uses his height advantage to drop Branden’s neck over the ropes causing him to bounce back and land on top of cube.


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Harvey: Wait, Blade just broke that from the outside, he nearly cost himself the match there

Blade slides back into the ring and pulls Branden to his feet using his weight advantage to throw him out of the ring. Blade scoops Cube up and hits him with a Northern Lights suplex and covers..


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KICKOUT!!!

Cube manages to get his shoulder up in time, Blade can’t believe it!

Branden is slowly making his way to the top turnbuckle and Blade pulls Cube to his feet. Brandon comes off the turn buckle and Blade pulls Cube away and Branden hit’s the mat. Blade grabs Cube and drops him with an Implant DDT. Blade covers
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Winner: Blade

Blade gets his arm raised

Harvey: Blade returns to Overdrive with a victory

Chase: We’ll see if he can do it again next Sunday at Mayhem

Blade continues to celebrate as we head backstage


We find Biff Riboflavin and his manager, Leonard "Jazz Hands" Hines in the parking lot, headed toward the arena. Biff is his usual chipper self, and even the normally pessimistic Leonard appears to be in good spirits as they carry their bags into the arena.

Biff: Y' know Leonard, I think things are finally starting to look up!

Leonard: Yeah, tell me about it. You had a great match last week, and with a victory tonight, you'll not only beat a former World Champion and earn the biggest win of your career, but you'll also have a great deal of momentum heading into the triple threat match at Mayhem.

Biff: I was actually talking about finally beating Team Rocket, earning the Mahogany Town gym badge, and moving onto the ice cave. It took me forever to beat Pryce and his Ice type pokemon! but what you said is cool too.

They both arrive at the entrance, and Leonard holds the door open for Biff. Biff enters and Leonard follows him.

Leonard: I'm afraid that this is where I leave you. Jeff sent me a text earlier saying that he needed to see me right away. He probably wants to rave about how great you did last week. Anyhow, I'll meet you in the locker room in five, okay?

Biff: Ok!

Leonard walks off towards Jeff's office, and Biff heads down an opposite hallway to the locker room. On the way there, he begins to sniff the air.

Biff: Hmm, what's that smell?

Biff begins to follow the scent, and soon becomes enamored by it. The smell represented something very special to Biff, something very near and dear to his heart. It was a symbol of a simpler time for him, back when times were easier. He can see it in his mind's eye, but he can't put his finger on it....suddenly, it hit him! His eyes widen.

Biff: FUNNEL CAKE!?

The sugary sweet scent of wide-hipped, swollen ankled America's favorite confection captivated Biff's nose. He followed the scent down the hallway, and sure enough, there it was. A funnel cake cart. The vendor, an old woman smiles at Biff.

Vendor: Would you like to try a funnel cake, sir?

Biff: Would I! I'll be right back. Gotta fetch my Super Mario Wallet!

Biff turns to rifle through his duffel bag set on the floor, when...

Vendor: They're free.

Biff's two favorite words.

he froze in his tracks. His eyes widened. This wasn't happening. All his life, all he wanted was free Funnel Cake.This woman had no idea what she was getting herself into. If Biff had to pick between being a multi-trillionaire but not allowed to have funnel cake and having to serve life in prison without the possibility of parole in Solitary Confinement, but getting all the funnel cake he wanted, but , he'd choose the former. He spun around to face her, and with an overjoyed grin, he asked...

Biff: Free, you say?!?

Vendor: That's right! As a token of appreciation from the owners of the stadium, they're giving out complimentary Funnel Cake for all APW Megastars.

Biff: So...I can have all the Funnel Cake I want?

Vendor: That's right.

Biff: Can I have 30?

Overdrive cuts to commercial

[President Jeff]

The scene backstage is located in the office of APW President Jeff who sits in-front of a table in-front of APW world champion Lester Only and two lawyers President Jeff himself are familiar with. On the table top lays the peace treaty which had the four of them going through the peace treaty with a fine comb. Their in mid conversation at this point having discussed this for an undisclosed period of time.

Lester ''L1'' Only: You're telling me I forgot to add the subsection that Ryan Ruckus isn't allowed to attack innocent bystanders including APW commentators?

...

Lester ''L1'' Only: Well, on the bright side... at least the security was effective, tonight

Lester Only takes a deep breath and coaxes back in his chair disgusted with himself; he felt as if he had let the entire APW universe down.

Lester ''L1'' Only: To be honest, I just didn't foresee any of this. I thought Ryan Ruckus wasn't a guy who would stoop to this level. Dare I say it, I thought Ryan Ruckus was a man of his word! Ryan Ruckus cannot get away with this. Who knows what he has planned for us, tonight—Jeff.

Lester Only turns to one trusty lawyer, a middle aged man, jet black hair, french-Canadian with years of experience under his belt by the name of Mr. Pierre. The second lawyer was a sixty year old vet with twice the experience by the name of Mr. Finklestein. He was soft spoken and more of the brains behind the daily operations and specified in constitutional law.

Lawyer Pierre: Mr. President, we along with Mr. Only have come up with several amendments to this peace treaty which would deal with many of the nuisances our client and his allies has been facing as of late.

Lawyer Finklestein: And we're going to need you to sign off on these, sir—because Mr. Ruckus has already signed the peace treaty only a trusted neutral source can clarify, re-write, or amend what is or isn't found in this peace treaty.

President Jeff runs his hands through his hair; the stress of the situation was clearly getting to the APW president who just wanted it all to end. Having been through tougher situations however, he was able to quickly rebound.

President Jeff: Alright, I'm all ears!

Lester Only smiles as he reaches over the table and flips the first page.

Lester ''L1'' Only: First and foremost I would like to make sure my fans are taken care of tonight and get their moneys worth. And considering their world champion isn't booked at the very least they should not have to sit through anymore insults or aggression towards them from Ryan Ruckus. Also, because this is a show where EVERYONE no matter what race, creed, religion, gender, age or sexual orientation (*cough* ''Pence'' *cough) can enjoy APW programming. In turn, ''ruck yous'' or any variation of the word should be banned.

President Jeff: Really? Don't you think that's a little overboard, Lester?

Mr. Pierre is quick to come to his clients defense.

Lawyer Pierre: My children do not watch the APW anymore because of Ryan Ruckus's recent stints of disruptive and immoral behaviour...

President Jeff: What about when Lester Only was dropping F-bombs on national television like three months ago!?

Lawyer Pierre: We must've missed that.

Lester Only smiles innocently at a frustrated President Jeff who after several seconds tosses his hands in the air as if to say, what the ruck... does it really matter in the long run?

Lester ''L1'' Only: Alright, amendment number two. Ryan Ruckus writes a 2000 word apology to Johnny Chase and the rest of the APW for his actions over the past several weeks as well as an open apology to the fans and myself for misleading us into this match in this first place.

Lawyer Finklestein: This apology is due the night before Mayhem, sir. This will give Mr. Ruckus enough time to write it up and enough time for the very busy Lester Only to actually sit down and digest it.

President Jeff: The bullshit?

Lawyer Pierre: Precisely!

President Jeff exhales as if to say ''what's the next one'' which Lester Only is quick to deliver the goods on.

Lester ''L1'' Only: Amendment number three which would be essentially effective, immediately! Due to the hardship, pain and suffering from our good friend Johnny Chase, tonight should be HIS night. I will be getting my at Mayhem, after all.

Lawyer Pierre: Yes, my client is onto something. Mr. President, last week when Ryan Ruckus did what he did he sent a message to the APW... staffers. Stage hands, pyrotechnics, janitors... the popcorn boy? None of them are safe nor off limits when it comes to Ryan Ruckus and his unadulterated acts of violence on innocents. It is your job as APW president to ensure their safe in this otherwise wonderful working environment.

President Jeff: Well... consider it done, then!

Lester Only reaches into his pocket and pulls out a separate sheet of paper as he looks at President Jeff all watery eyed.

Lester ''L1'' Only: Thank you, Jeff! I would like to read an official statement to Johnny Chase to kick off his dedication night with a big bang...

*AHEM*

Before Lester Only can attempt to read the first line on the sheet of paper the signal begins to blur, the audio drops out before the entire feed in President Jeff's office is unavailable. The quickly returns but we find ourselves in the APW control room with Ryan Ruckus causing all sorts of mischief on the panel.

R2: It's a good thing I tied that poor bastard up BEFORE Lester made his amendments...

It is about then we see a poor APW technician swinging back and forth, upside down, by one ankle screaming for help. Ryan Ruckus continues to hit random buttons on the control panel eventually spotting the big red button. How could he miss the big red button?

R2: I wonder what this does...

Ryan Ruckus smacks the red button as it merely sends us ringside to our next scheduled match...

R2: Wow, talk about Anti-climatic...


The 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.

Paige:Making his way to the ring....weighing in at 200 lbs....Matt Weatherlight!

Harvey: I will tell you this I am a big fan of Matt Weatherlight, who has been making a name for himself silently. Last week he took on the Xtreme Champion and came out on top and is more than likely to try and repeat the same level of success tonight.

Chase: I will give him credit where credit is due...he is a great young talent, but can he overcome what Jeff has put in front of him?

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. 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.


'Nemesis' hits on the PA system as purple strobe lights flicker around the arena. Nathaniel Havok steps out from the back with his head facing the ground, hair dripping wet. He stares at the ground for about 5 seconds, before throwing both arms in the air, spitting water out of his mouth, as fire-like pyro explodes around him.

Paige: Making his way to the ring now....weighing in at 242 lbs....Nathaniel Havok!

Harvey: This guy is legitimately off his rocker...last week he nearly killed a man on national television and has shown no remorse for even doing that at all!

Chase: I would like to say, I like his style, but what he did last week was morally reprehensible, something like that can not continue going on, and that is kind of why this match was made...so that Jeff could punish Havok a bit. However, against such a young talent, you have to wonder if Matt was really the best choice to combat the Enforcer of Sorrow.

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. Havok turns around to look at Matt and snickers a bit as Matt has not taken his eyes off of Havok at all, both of them make eye contact, but neither of them act on starting a rumble before the bell has rung. After looking at both men in the ring the ref signals for the bell to be rung to start the match.

Ding Ding Ding!

Nathaniel Havok Vs Matt Weatherlight

No sooner has the bell rung that both men charge at each other, Havok looking to gain a quick advantage goes for a clothesline which Matt rolls under, and stops in a corner to look at Havok who has stopped in his own corner, and is looking back at Matt. Matt gets up to his feet and then both men walk toward each other for an old fashion'd lock up, which quickly goes in the favor of the larger Havok, who shoves Matt into the ropes on the other side of the ring, and then Irish Whips him into the ropes on the other side, only to nail him with a standing drop kick. Matt falls flat on his back and cringes, feeling his chest, and rolling about a bit.

Harvey: That looked like it hurt.

Chase: Not as much as getting nailed in the face with a pair of brass knuckles...

Harvey: Are you still on about that?

Matt has no time to prepare himself as Havok mounts him and begins to punch him in the face as hard as he can. Matt brings up his arms, blocking a few of the punches. After a bit, Havok gets off of him, and taunts the crowd a bit, letting them know what he thinks of all of them. However, Matt is stirring, and flips himself up to a standing basis. The crowd goes wild as Havok turns around and is nailed right in the gut by a quick kick and then has a knee slammed right into his face. Havok falls to the mat and Matt, feeling amped from the crowd, quickly tries to go for the Lionsault, but is disappointed as Havok moves out of the way. Matt now lays on his stomach, feeling his gut from where he had been kicked earlier, but Havok is going to give him no time to get a breather as he begins to stomp on Matt. The ref breaks it up, not wanting another incident to happen like it did with Whitehead last week. Havok gets in the refs face, but nods his head as he picks Matt up, and then slams him down with his "Devil Driver". The fans boo as Havok goes for a pin, but Havok quickly gets off of Matt before the ref even has a chance to start a count. Apparently, Havok wants to send a message.

Havok begins to stomp on the prone Matt again and keeps stomping until the ref gives him a warning, Havok shrugs the ref off, and delivers another "Devil Driver" to Matt just for kicks. The fans boo even louder as once again Havok goes to taunt the fans, but the boos change to cheers as Matt starts getting on to all fours. Havok turns around, clearly enraged that Matt has any energy to get back up at all. He quickly runs at Matt and delivers a kick straight to his gut, Matt rolls over, and lets out a yelp of pain as Havok mounts him again and begins to lay into him. For a moment it looks like the match is clearly in favor of Havok, but then Matt brings his legs up, displaying excellent flexibility and begins to choke Havok with his legs.

Harvey: What remarkable athleticism.

Chase: Havok is in a win/lose situation right now, if he keeps up with the mounted position, Matt may very well choke him out with this weird submission maneuver, however...he can get off of Matt and turn it into...

Havok if on cue gets up, forcing Matt to release the hold, and then simply brings his leg down right on top of Matt's abdomen, and locks in a leg scizzor.

Chase: Something like that.

Harvey: It seems like this match has been an uphill battle for the young Weatherlight, but it seems like Havok can get pretty much anything that he wants right now.

Matt's hand reaches out randomly, seeking a familiar friend, and he finds it! Matt clutches on to the rope and growls as Havok puts more pressure on to the hold as the ref tells him to break it off and even starts a count. Havok waits the full count, but releases it, but is clearly irritated at Weatherlight. Havok goes to the other side of the ring and waits for Matt to get to his feet before charging at him, looking for the clothesline, but Matt pulls down the top rope, and sends Havok hurtling out of the ring. Matt grins as he jumps to his feet, clutching his stomach, and looking to the outside where Havok is positively fuming as he gets to his feet. Havok turns to look at Weatherlight, but it is already too late as Matt lunges through the middle rope and nails a suicide dive on Havok on the outside of the ring. The fans love it and are applauding Matt's efforts to get back into this match. The ref begins to count, but doesn't have to wait long as both Matt and Havok manage to get back into the ring by a five count.

Both men stare at each other from opposite sides of the ring as the fans begin to cheer for Matt, who can't help, but grin as him and Havok lock up again in the center.

Harvey: He already tried to lock up with Havok before and it ended in a bad turn of events for Matt...why do it again?

Chase: Maybe he is not as bright as we thought he was?

However, Matt changes the attempted lock up into a take down which quickly turns into a leg lock. Havok growls in pain and frustration as Matt has set him up in the middle of the ring far away from a rope or a way to escape the hold, but Havok holds on and claws his way over to the ropes, and manages to get his hand on the bottom rope, but to his surprise Matt does not release the hold, and instead tightens it for a full count, giving Havok a taste of his own medicine. Momentum switches rather quickly as Matt pulls Havok back to the center and mounts him, delivering quick punches to Havok's face, trying to weaken the enforcer a bit before finishing him off. But Havok rolls over, switching the mount to his own, and begins to slam his forearm into the side of Matt's face. The fans can tell that things are about get pretty gruesome as a sick twisted smile comes over Havok's face as he gets off of Matt who is groaning and holding his face. Havok looks around the arena and then back at Matt as he takes a step back and prepares a super kick. The fans remember what happened last week and know that a lot of force can come from such a maneuver from Havok.

Chase: This is all she wrote...

Harvey: Well it was a shot in the dark I suppose and he had a good run.

As Matt gets back up to a standing basis, Havok goes in for the kill with the kick, but as Matt turns around he performs a perfect split, and then rolls to behind Havok. Havok is quite confused and turns around to see Matt coiled up and ready to strike as he nails a picture perfect Light's Out!

Chase: Wow! Holy crap! Did you see that?

Harvey: Seeing is believing Chase...seeing is believing.

But Matt doesn't go for a pin, instead he looks around the arena, and listens to the "Mastermind" chants as Matt nods his head, and then points to the top turnbuckle. Matt climbs up in a hurry and looks down at the prone Havok, he showboats for a bit, and then signals the end by forming the familiar "W" with his hands. He gets ready to perform the Heart and Soul, but as he launches off Havok gets up and performs his version of the RKO, "Judgement Day". The fans all boos as Matt crumples to the arena floor and Havok goes in for the pin.

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The fans are out of their seats and Havok is positively livid as he looks down at Matt with anger and frustration in his eyes.

Chase: This young guy has some spunk...

Harvey: I would say that he does.

Havok begins to stomp on Matt again and is yelling something that can't be heard by the microphones or the fans, but clearly he is angered by Matt kicking out at the last second. As Havok goes down for a final kick though, Matt springs into action, and rolls Havok over into a small package.

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Havok powers his way out and doesn't even give Matt a moment to worry as he picks him up and begins to deliver a quick and furious combination of kicks and punches that send Matt reeling. After a few seconds of this, Havok grabs hold of Matt, and locks in The Crowning

[/i]. The fans boo as Havok brings Matt down and watches him crumble, but Havok is not done yet, he picks Matt up, and steadies him against the corner.

Chase: What is he doing?

Havok preps his leg and then delivers a super kick, similar to the one that he had missed earlier in the night. Matt falls to the mat as Havok goes down and goes for a pin, but the ref doesn't count. Havok looks at the ref and begins to yell, but the ref points over to the ropes where Matt's foot can be seen on top of it. Havok growls in fury and gets off of Matt, dragging him out of the center of the ring, and picking him up again delivering a "Judgement Day" as he does so. The fans boo as Havok goes down for the pin attempt.

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Havok begins to lose it, he keeps pacing back, and forth angered by what is going on and talking to himself as he looks down at Matt who is crawling over to the ropes to use as leverage to stand up. Havok glares at Matt and then drags him back to the center where he locks in another leg vice around Matt's abdomen. Matt howls in agony as the fans boo, but somehow Matt crawls his way steadily to the ropes and clutches on to them. Havok lets go immediately and then walks over to the corner to look at Matt with a frustrated scowl, Matt gets back to a vertical basis, and as Havok goes over to him Matt lashes out with a kick to the gut and then a hard right to the face. Matt then locks Havok into the suplex position and performs three suplexes nailing the "Three Gates" perfectly. Matt goes for the pin quickly, hoping to get out of this match as quickly as he can.

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Chase: You have got to be kidding me!


Matt looks down at Havok and begins to wonder what it is going to take to put him away as he gets to his feet and winces as he feels his chest, knowing all too well that he can't keep going like this. Havok is stirring now too, as he is using the ropes to lift himself up, Havok looks over at Matt glaring holes into him as both men think of the same thing at the same time and both rush each other, slamming each other with a clothesline! The ref waits a few seconds for one man to get up and then begins the count.

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Chase: I wonder who is going to get up first.

Harvey: This match has been breath taking and has literally pushed both men to their limits. This will be a rather impressive victory for whoever takes it.

Matt is nearly on his feet and Havok is nearly there too as the ref reaches nine, both men are up, and the match resumes as both Matt and Havok go in for their final chance at winning this match. Both men exchange blows in the middle of the ring, both men looking rather ready to collapse after every hit, but both men willing themselves to continue. Finally, after all of this Matt, manages to kick Havok hard enough in the gut, and then quick as lightning delivers the Lights Out[/i]! The fans are on their feet as Matt falls on top of Havok.

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Winner: Matt Weatherlight[/center][/b]

The fans erupt into cheers and give a standing ovation to Matt as the ref helps him to his feet as he breathes heavily and nearly collapses.

Chase: This is a match that will be remembered for most of the night...I can tell you that much.

Harvey: It seems like Matt was the right choice after all tonight, hopefully he can use this win to fuel himself for Mayhem.

The scene cuts to commercial as Matt staggers out of the ring, leaving an angry and livid Havok in the center of the ring.

The feed into President Jeff's office returns and order seems to be restored as the meeting continues between the four individuals. However one seat his empty, as Lester Only has allowed his lawyers to handle the serious business while he plays with President Jeff's favorite snow globe.

Lawyer Pierre: Mr. Only also requests that Ryan Ruckus covers the cost of Johnny Chase's medical bills and pays a 10, 000 dollar fine to the referees union for having to put their lifes on the line last week amongst a mad man.

Lawyer Finklestein: This is in your best interest, Jeff—unless you wish to bare the consequences of your actions in the form of your pocket book, yourself.

President Jeff smiles nervously.

President Jeff: No need for that. I'll take it right out of Ryan Ruckus pay, it really isn't a problem...

Lester Only interrupts as he shakes the snow globe back and forth.

Lester 'L1'' Only: Avalanche! Hey, Jeff... have you ever thought about changing your name to Avalanche Jeff? It has that certain ring to it...

Lester Only drops the snow globe as it breaks.

Lester ''L1'' Only: Whoops!

President Jeff closes his eyes and shakes his head back and forth mumbling something about it being his favorite snow globe as the lawyers continue to add more amendments.

Lawyer Pierre: Lastly and the most important amendment is the match itself. My client Lester Only would like to request a special stipulation for his match against Ryan Ruckus at Mayhem.

President Jeff: Really, of what type?

Lester Only grabs a stuffed teddy bear as he stares at it unimpressed.

Lester ''L1'' Only: I don't know. Some steel chairs. Some tables. Exploding C4, barbed wire... lots of barbed wire. A few ladders, gasoline and some matches—nothing too crazy.

President Jeff: Are you crazy!? That would send insurance premiums through the roof and I can't risk two of my biggest stars being injured!

Lester ''L1'' Only: Insurance? How about Geico? Your as smart as a cavemen Jeff, you can do it.

President Jeff: That's for car insurance, Lester!

Lester ''L1'' Only: Funny, because Ryan Ruckus is actually being thrown under the bus in all this...

President Jeff sighs.

President Jeff: Fine. You can choose your stipulation later tonight but it cannot be any of what you've just mentioned. And for goodness sakes can you please stop playing with that teddy bear—my secret admirer gave it to me.

President Jeff says with a smile across his face. Lester Only flips the bear around and reads the tag strapped to it's ass.

Lester ''L1'' Only: It says here, ''made in ruckus...''

This spikes President Jeff's interest as well as Lester Only's while the duo begins to examine the bear a little more closely, all the while Mr. Finklestein is all business.

Lawyer Finklestein: Mr. President, if I could have your attention for one moment—we need you to understand the Achilles heel of this entire peace treaty, for if Ryan Ruckus finds out about the secret loophole which is contained in the...

Lester ''L1'' Only: THAT SON OF A CLASSY WOMEN! HOW DARE HE!?

Lester Only shouts out holding the head of ripped up teddy bear in his hand and feathers fly around President Jeff's room. Lester Only holds up a wire tap receiver with the letters ''R2'' etched into it with complete and utter disgust.

Lester ''L1'' Only: Ryan Ruckus, that motherlover has been listening to us over the past several hours!

Lester Only slams the wire tap on the ground and stomps on it cutting Ryan Ruckus's signal up in the control room he had hijacked. Ryan Ruckus is in a panic as he tries to regain the signal but to no avail.

R2: You may have escaped my wrath up until now Lester Only but your demise is soon to come!

Ryan Ruckus smiles as he opens up the Google search bar on a nearby computer and puts the engine of the world wide web into action as the scene in the control room fades to black.

[President Jeff]

"Fuel" by Metallica hits the speakers. Branden Harvey sprints through the curtain and toward the ring. Whe he reaches the ring, he leaps into the air, spiringboards 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.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome "Supersonic" Branden Harvey.

The fans go nuts. They love this weirdo. He stands in the middle of the ring and soaks in the cheers for a few minutes before calling for a mic.

Harvey: Branden Harvey is loved by the fans, despite his win/loss record.

Chase: Inbred idiots love rooting for the underdog.

Harvey: I wonder why he's out here.

Branden turns in circles, looking at as many fans as he can in the eyes before bringing the mic to his lips.

Branden: Hello, my friends. I know I already wrestled tonight but I wanted to come out here again. It feels great to be in this ring. But it feels even better to be right here in Melbourne, Australia.

The crowd goes nuts at Branden's attempt at a cheap pop. Once they quiet down, Branden brings the mic to his lips once more.

Branden: But I'm not just out here to suck up to you. You see, all is not well in the world of Branden Harvey. I live in my own little world and it's a very happy place. That is, until Jesse Nunez came along.

Jesse Nunez threatens the happiness of Harveyville. He does that by suggesting that the only reason you guys love me is because he left. I know that isn't true. But, in the back of my mind, I'm afraid, scared, terrified that it might be. And I don't want it to be. Because I love you guys.

But last week, Jesse Nunez showed his true colors. Last week, Jesse Nunez had me removed from the building because he was, by his own admission, scared of me. He was scared that I was going to interfere in his match. He was afraid that I was going to beat him to a bloody pulp. He was terrified that I was going to break the sound barrier with a Sonic Boom.

The crowd goes nuts again.

Chase: C'mon. Get out of the ring. I don't even care about this match.

Harvey: It's two great competitors. What's not to like?

Chase: It's a box of Tampax against a vibrating dildo. Who wants to see that?

Harvey: Careful, you don’t want to get us kicked off the air

Branden waits for the crowd to settle down before bringing the mic back to his lips.

Branden: Jesse Nunez, I'm talking straight to you now. No more tag. No more pin the tail on the donkey. No more games. On May 22, at APW Mayhem, it's me and you inside this very ring. You need to be aware of what you're getting into. You need to prepared for me. And, most of all, you need to be afraid of what I will do to you.

Enjoy your week. It'll be the last thing you ever enjoy.

"Fuel" by Metallica hits the speakers again. Branden Harvey gets out of the ring and slaps hands with the fans before disappearing behind the curtain.


The scene opens up backstage, outside the office of President Jeff where we see Reginald Schmidt exiting the office, wearing a soft neck brace. He closes the door behind him and begins to walk down the hall, gingerly touching his braced neck. As he turns the corner, he quickly back tracks, as the imposing figure of APW Suicidal champion Rico Casteel entered the scene, backing Reginald up into the corner.

Reginald: R-Rico, what can I do for you?

Rico: Don't play dumb, Reginald. I'm sure you know why I'm here.

Reginald: Oh? I don't think I do...

Rico: At Rasslemania I won that battle royal and a guaranteed shot at James Chambers and his title. And that's what it should be. I should be facing him one on one, and not fighting in this two fall triangle bullshit.

Reginald: Well, you are getting your title shot...

Rico: But I have to share it with Suzuki. A man who has barely earned the right! I have jumped through hoops to get this shot, and he...he just got lucky on one night. Now he gets a chance to win my title and the title that should be mine.

Reginald gulps as Rico smirks.

Rico: I'm not exactly enthused by this, Reginald. So, what are you going to do about it?

Reginald: Well, I can't...

Rico takes a step closer to Reginald, who gulps a second time.

Reginald: How about a better parking spot? Or first dibs on the food service tables? Maybe even...

Rico snarls before grabbing Reginald by the collar of his shirt and jacket and lifting him into the air. Reginald kicks his feet against the wall, flailing his arms as he does. Rico smiles as fear washes over the General Manager's face.

Voice: Finally realizing who you can beat, huh?

The smile fades from Rico's face and he drops Reginald and turns around to face APW Heavyweight champion James Chambers. Reginald scurries away as the two men stare holes into one another, Rico smiling as he does.

Rico: Nice of you to stop by, champ. Making sure the proper palms are greased for our big title match?

James: Not at all. Was just walking by and saw an insecure little man about to get his ass kicked. I didn't want Reggie to hurt ya too bad.

Rico: Make all the jokes you want, James. You and I both know that I would embarrass and humiliate you.

James looks at his watch.

James: And there we have it, folks. Idle threat #157 by Rico Casteel.

Rico looks away for a moment, angry, while James smirks.

James: But don't worry. I'm sure Suzuki and I won't make you look too bad at Mayhem. After all...

But before James can finish, Rico catches him with a right hand to the head. James stumbles back, and returns fire, punching Rico in the nose. The two begin to slug it out in the hallways. They exchange lefts and rights to the head and body, but before things can go any farther, security comes in and, after much struggling, breaks the two of them up. As nearly half a dozen guards pull Rico away from the scene, he continues to shout at Chambers with a crazy look in his eyes.

Rico: No one can save you at Mayhem, James. No one can save you from the Loose Cannon then!

James: I'm gonna retain my title at Mayhem, but we're both going to the hospital after! You, to get the foot out of your ass, and me to get my boot back!

The scene then fades to black.

[President Jeff]

(The scene opens up inside the locker room of C.J. Gates, where Gates can be seen sitting on a chair in front of an open locker, taping his wrists for his match tonight. He is looking down at his hands, focused on his match, but is brought about my a loud knock on the open locker room door.)

Voice: Cracked yet?

(The knock is accompanied by a voice and then, by the former APW champion Sally Talfourd, dressed in her ring attire and leaning against the door jam. She has a smirk on her face as she stands up straight and walks into the room. Gates simply glares up at her from his seat.)

Sally: Aw, what? No "Hello, Sally", "How's it going, Sally", "Thanks for dragging my worthless self to where I am today, Sally"?

(As she strides closer, the smirk still spread on her face, Gates slowly rises from his seat, his eyes never leaving hers.)

Sally: There you go, finally showing some respect and rising when a woman enters the room.

Gates: What do you want, Sally.

Sally: Just what I said. I came by to see if you had changed your mind and decided to beg after all. You know, so you aren't left in the dark anymore.

Gates: I don't need to know why you are being a bitch to know you are being a bitch. Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm no rush to find out the reasons you've created for this little hate war you've started.

(Sally pauses mid-step and takes a step back, taken aback.)

Sally: I started? No, I think you have that one wrong, cowboy, because I didn't start anything.

Gates: You can keep telling yourself that, but I'm pretty sure everyone has seen the exact same things that I have. Everyone has seen you stir the pot and lash out.

Sally: Is that right?

(Gates nods his head, and another smirk spreads across Sally's face.)

Sally: Who's to say that they know anything? They didn't know a good thing when it was wrestling for them, and now they've thrown me aside like yesterdays newspaper. After all, you and I know the real reason for all of this, don't we C.J. We all know that if you hadn't tried to steal my spot, we wouldn't be in this situation right now. But instead, I am being forced to prove to you how hopeless your career really is.

(The two continue to glare at one another before Sally breaks off with a smile.)

Sally: But you already knew that, right? That's why you're making so much of the last two weeks.

Gates: If that's what you think, then you'll be in for an eye opening experience at Mayhem, Sally. In fact, if you pay attention to the my match tonight, you might even begin to realize exactly what I am capable of doing inside that ring.

(Sally smirks again and shakes her head.)

Sally: What does it matter? You aren't facing me tonight, so it won't mean anything.

(Gates opens his mouth to say something but Sally cuts him off.)

Sally: Though I should probably be getting ready for my more important match.

(She winks before turning with a wave of her hand and striding out of the room, leaving Gates glaring after her, shaking his head slightly.)


The lights Dim down as The vocal introduction to the music is played. Blue and silver lights illuminate the Entrance way and Pyro goes off as soon as the Music kicks in. "The Real Show" Terry Marvin makes his way down the ramp jawing and messing with the fans all the way down. He rolls into the ring and poses on the turnbuckle, holding his arms out like the people should warship him.

Paige: The following contest is schedulrd for one fall. Introducing first, in the ring, weighing 245 pounds, "The Real Show" Terry Marvin.

"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. 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.

Paige: And his opponent, in the ring, weighing 305 pounds, Jacob Whitehead.

Terry Marvin vs. Jacob Whitehead


The bell rings and they go to lock up. But Marvin ducks and goes behind. As Whitehead turns around, Marvin hits him with a vicious uppercut. Marvin tosses Whitehead to the outside of the ring. He follows him and then pushes Whitehead into the ring post. Whitehead hit’s the ring post and spins off it and into the commentators table.

Harvey: There goes my drink. Now I have to call the rest of the show without water.

Chase: Stop whining and pick it up. It's not like you'll get an STD from it. *sigh*

Marvin grabs Whitehead and rolls him into the ring. He covers.
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Harvey: The referee has been very lenient with Terry Marvin. But his perseverence is wearing thin.

Chase: That's because the referee was in the ring playing with himself. It's okay. Everyone does it.

Marvin drops the cable and whips Whitehead into the steel steps. Marvin rolls Whitehead into the ring and follows. Marvin covers.
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Harvey: Terry Marvin has been in control so far.

Chase: How can Jacob Whitehead expect to beat Nathaniel Havok if he can't even hold his own here?

Marvin helps Whitehead to his feet and whips him into the corner. He charges at him, looking for a shoulder block but Whitehead manages to hit a fierce haymaker, knocking Marvin upside down and inside out. Whitehead leaps into the air and hits a leg drop. He leaps into the air a second time, landing a knee hard into the face of Marvin. He covers.
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Harvey: Whitehead turned the tables pretty fast there.

Chase: He's one of the best there is.

Harvey: For once we actually agree on something.

Whitehead helps Marvin to his feet and slams his head into the steel steps. Whitehead hits Marvin with a charging knee strike. Whitehead helps Marvin to his feet and gives him a big boot over the guardrail. Whitehead rolls himself into the ring and right back out to break up the count. Whitehead pulls Marvin back over the guardrail and puts him in a headlock. Marvin reverses with another northern lights suplex. Marvin helps Whitehead to his feet and tosses him over the guardrail and into the crowd. Marvin climbs over the rail and starts putting the boots to Whitehead. He grabs a chair and swings it. Whitehead ducks the chair and spears Marvin. He helps him to his feet and tosses him over the guardrail and into the ring. He follows him in waits for him to get up. When he does, Whitehead hooks him and hits the Lightning Strike.
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Winner: Jacob Whitehead

Whitehead celebrates in the ring as we head backstage

From ringside, we cut backstage, to the office of President Hurricane Jeff, who is currently pouring over the final touches of the upcoming Mayhem Pay Per View. As always, we find his desk cluttered with forms and graphics mock-ups, and his desk phone sits beside the cradle as if he’s on hold with whoever he’s trying to contact.

Then, we hear a voice from outside his office door.

“Right this way. You’re almost there. …Couple more steps. Good, now hang a right.”

And Ryan Ruckus enters Jeff’s office, followed closely by an Event Staff production assistant, who is hefting a huge canvas bag. So huge, in fact, the PA can’t even see around it. Which is why he runs right into the chair in front of Jeff’s office and topples it over.

Jeff: The hell?!

Ruckus bends to pick up the chair and places it back where it belongs, brushing the seat off.

R2: Take it easy, boss. Kid can’t see where he’s going.

Jeff slams his hands down on the desk and jumps to a standing position.

Jeff: I wasn’t talking to him, you tool. I was talking to you. –pointing to the canvas bag- What the hell is going on?

R2: Oh, that? I brought you something. Wanna guess what it is? I’ll give you a hint. It’s not fan mail.

Jeff: I-

R2: Too late! –to the production assistant- Dump it.

-And the PA hooks his hands around the bottom of the bag and turns it upside down, dumping its contents onto the carpeted floor in Jeff’s office. For a moment, we can’t make out what it is, but then we see the soft-serve-consistency brown, semi-solid waste clumping from the floor, onto Jeff’s carpet. And though we can’t smell it, we can tell from the steam rising off the pile exactly what it is.

Ruckus fans his hand in front of his nose.

R2: Whew… so now you see it. Gonna need that final answer, boss.

Jeff starts to reply, then wretches a little from the smell, before continuing.

Jeff: That… That’s BULL SHIT!

-And suddenly, Ruckus is all business too, putting his hands onto the surface of Jeff’s desk and leaning forward.

R2: No! You know what’s bullshit? That peace treaty contract that you and your golden boy champ, Lester Only cooked up.

Jeff: That wasn’t my idea, Ryan. And you know it.

Ruckus scoffs.

R2: Do I? Cause it sure as shit, pun intended, didn’t seem like you were doing anything to stop it. And is it just my imagination, or were you sitting right there when his team of lawyers treated me like an underwear bomber upon my arrival and added a whole ruck-load of absurd amendments to the agreement without my consent?

By now, Jeff is fuming. His skin is shaded more and more red with each passing second, and the vein in the middle of his forehead has come out to play.

Jeff: Listen to me, you megalomaniacal prick, you’ve been cruising for it a good while now. Injuring fans, breaking Chase’s arm, and now THIS?! I don’t care WHAT amendments Lester made to your little peace treaty, your bald, smirky ass is going to clean every last bit of shit off my office floor, right freaking NOW!

Ryan clicks his tongue and pulls an unlit cigarette from his pocket to twirl between his fingers.

R2: Yeah… That’s not going to happen. Fine me if you want. You can’t fire me; I saw to that when we first signed my long-term contract. So for at least a little while, you’re stuck with me. And the me you’re stuck with is tired of you playing favorites, just cause some colossal dirt bag decided to repent and become a goody two-shoes. So this, –pointing to the shit- is just the warning shot. Keep dicking me around though, and there is no end to the creative little ways I can ruck up your Christmas. Look me in the two-tone shades and tell me I’m lying. –beat- And as for your office redecoration problem… You’re the one who shit the bed, so you can lie in it. …Deuces!

Ruck holds up a peace sign with both hands, then, twisting his mouth into a smirk, he crosses his first two fingers, as if flipping the bird with sign language ‘R’s, and he strolls from the office. Calling back as he reaches the hallway.

R2: Whew! Do NOT go in there for a good little while. Smells poopy…

-And he’s gone. Leaving Jeff just staring at the pile of cow dung, with equal parts disbelief and rage

Jeff: Crap!

Overdrive goes to commercial

[President Jeff]

The scene comes back from commercial to show Nathaniel Havok stalking through the halls after his match with Matt Weatherlight. We don't really have time to find out what he's thinking, however, as he immediately runs into Jacob Whitehead and Elizabeth Page, both gloating over their victory over Terry Marvin.

Havok: Get the hell out of my way!

Jacob smirks as he looks down his nose at Havok.

Jacob: Well, since I'm still in a good mood after pounding Marvin into pulp, I’m just going to let that slide. Now, what I want you to do is get the hell out of MY way, so Liz and I can make our way to Jeff's office. We have a bit of business to discuss with him.

Havok narrows his eyes.

Havok: Business? What kind of business?

Liz: Business that isn‘t any of yours, now move!

Liz rolls her eyes as Jacob tries to push past Havok, but Havok stands his ground, moving to continue blocking Jacob's path.

Havok: Excuse me there, door knob, but it is my business if you're conspiring with Jeff to hold me down!

Jacob almost gets upset by what Havok calls Elizabeth, but then he just rolls his eyes. Liz is infuriated, and Whitehead holds out his arm to hold her back.

Jacob: Havok, trust me when I tell you this. You don't need anybody's help to hold you down; all you need is yourself.

Jacob pats Havok on the shoulder with a heaping pile of condescension in his voice, but when he tries to walk past, Havok grins.

Havok: Is that right, Jake? Well, we all know what‘s holding you down, don‘t we?

Whitehead and Elizabeth both seem confused.

Jacob: What in the hell are you talking about? Did you see what I just did out there?

Havok: Oh, come on Whitehead! We both know what’s going to eventually lead to your downfall in professional wrestling. It’s going to be that bad case of herpes you get from that she-beast you call a woman right there.

Both Jacob and Elizabeth begin to build up fury. Havok smirks at Jacob as Jacob inches closer to Havok’s face.

Jacob: You know, Jeff might have said I can’t touch you, and you can’t touch me… But I never heard Liz’s name anywhere in there.

With a sick grin now on his face, Jacob Whitehead takes a step back, and holds his arms out as to say “he’s all yours” to Liz. Liz lifts her hand in the air, but from behind her hand is caught. This startles both Jacob and Liz, who both spin around with their arms cocked, ready to punch someone in the face. The crowd in the arena can be heard backstage going crazy, as they see it is the APW President, Jeff.

President Jeff: Actually, Jake, the rule does apply to her as well. Now, I told both you and Havok that this was to stop until the pay per view, and I meant it! Now the three of you need to find other places to be, nowhere near each other I might add. If I find out that the two of you have made contact with Havok, or if Havok has made contact with you from now until the pay per view, I will fire that particular offender on the spot! Now, get the hell out of here, before I call off the match at Mayhem!

Jacob: You wouldn’t dare!

President Jeff: Want to try me?

Jacob looks at Jeff, then at Liz. He turns his head and looks at Havok who has a smirk on his face, and then looks back at Jeff.

Jacob: And he wants to accuse me of working with you? Ha.

Jacob grabs Liz by the hand.

Jacob: You two sure know how to screw a guy over, don’t you?

Havok: Are you kidding me?

President Jeff: There is no relationship between Havok and I, just like there’s no relationship between you and I, Whitehead.

Havok: Yeah, right.

President Jeff: Shut up, Havok! Now listen! I meant what I said, and I want both of you two, as well as you Liz, to stay away from one another! Now both of you, go separate ways, and get the hell out of my sight!

Nathaniel scoffs and begins to shake his head.

Havok: Wow, you two should really work on your acting skills. Jeff, stop covering for this big pussy, would you?

Jacob turns around and gets in Havok’s face again. Jeff leaps in-between the two men and shoves them both back.

President Jeff: I MEANT IT! THAT’S ENOUGH! Now, get the hell out of here before I fire all three of you!

Jacob sizes up Jeff as if he is going to go at him, but changes his expression and looks at Havok with a cocky smile on his face. He and Liz then turn and walk away, leaving Havok and Jeff alone together.

Havok: You… Better never put your hands on me again. Understand?

Jeff looks at Havok with a smile on his face. He begins to chuckle at Havok who gives a sick grin back. All the sudden, the lights in the hallway turn off. When they turn back on, Jeff is standing still, scared stiff, and Havok is nowhere to be found.

Overdrive goes back to ringside.

We pan in on Harvey and Chase at the commentary table.

Harvey: What a great night it’s been so far – and we’re not done yet!


The beginning of BMF airs through the area for a couple of seconds building anticipation, Young Mannie pulls a Black&Mild or a blunt from behind his ear, he lights it and the arena lights cut off as he walks down the ramp as his entire outfit glows in the dark as he holds his hands out while puffing smoke in the air, While the crowd sings the lyrics of the song at the top of their lungs.

Paige: This match is scheduled for one fall. Currently on his way to the ring, weighing in at 220 lbs. from Washington, D.C…YOUNG MANNIE!

Young Mannie steps in the ring, still puffing on his Black & Mild.

#SIMPLY F'N PUT!

“Smoke on the Water” by Deep Purple blares through the arena. “Simply Put” Johnny Rebel comes out through the curtain and stands at the top of the ramp. Rebel is wearing his signature gold robe with silver tassles hanging off the arm. He’s wearing a pair of sunglasses draped over his eyes. Begrudgingly, his personal interpreter, Mario, comes stumbling out behind him. Mario is decked out in black baggy jeans, a white t-shirt with the letters “M.G.” spray-painted across the chest; his gold chains bouncing off his chest with each step to the ring. Rebel mockingly walks with a strut as to imitate a “gangsta.” He puts his right hand in the tip of his trunks like he’s holstering a gun. Mario hands Rebel a microphone as they continue their way down to the ring.

Rebel: Oh, Manuel. I’ve searched far and wide; I’ve been up and down the streets. I’ve been trying to find someone, anyone, who can interpret what in the hell you’re saying. James Chambers couldn’t. This useless waste of space next to me [points to Mario] sure couldn’t. So, now, let’s try something different. Perk up, youngin.

Rebel gets to the ring and points over to the camera man as he snaps his finger. The camera man slowly gets down on his hands and knees as Rebel climbs his back to get in to the ring.

Rebel: I’ve got a message specifically for you. I’m going to loan you Mario here, so you can understand what I’m saying.

Rebel shoves Mario over in the direction of Young Mannie.

Rebel: It’s your turn to try and understand me. I find your lack of character disgusting; I find your level of education grotesque. So, I’m going to try and speak on your level. Are you ready?

Young Mannie looks incredible frustrated. The glare from his face is staring right through Johnny Rebel.

Rebel: I tried to decide the best way I could speak to you that you would understand. So, I looked up the most offensive phrases in all of the English language. I figured you would appreciate that since your approach to the English language is rather offensive.

Rebel chuckles at his own anecdote.

Rebel: The first of the offensive phrases is: “I don’t care.” People often say this when asked for an opinion, but when someone really wants your opinion or wants to work together toward a solution, that phrase is incredibly frustrating. It also makes the person on the receiving end feel as if the situation isn’t important enough for you to care about. In this case, you’re on the receiving end. The reality is that you don’t matter and I don’t care. You’re nothing more than the cameraman that I used to step in to this ring.

The crowd boos at Rebel’s putdown. The cameraman who is back on the job is not amused.

Rebel: The second one is: “If you say so.” This phrase is sarcasm in the form of insincere agreement. If you say so doesn’t meant that what’s being said is true – only that it’s being said. What the person is really saying is, “I’ll go along with what you’re saying but my heart’s not in it and I don’t totally believe you.” So, as I listened to your pathetic attempt at trying to put me down – all I heard was grumble, grumble, grumble and four-letter word, four-letter word, angst, angst, angst. All I have to say is ahem, if you say so, Mannie.

Rebel high-fives himself in the middle of the ring.

Rebel: The third is my favorite: Whatever. It’s a modern version of “if you say so” and it’s a popular term among young people, sort of like yourself, Manuel. It’s used when they want to blow someone off. It’s a sarcastic expression intended to communicate, “I don’t agree with you but I’m going to say this to shut the conversation down.” If the only thing it took to shut off the conversation between the two of us, I’d scream whatever until the cows came home…and I just ran in to Sally Talfourd in the back and buddy, she’s home.

The crowd oohs at Rebel’s jab at Sally. Young Mannie is ready to charge but the referee steps in between them as Rebel puts half his body outside the ropes to separate himself.

Rebel: The fourth most offensive term in the English language is: “What’s your problem?” This phrase insinuates that someone must have a problem that causes them to think, feel or act the way they do. It’s totally passive-aggressive. On the surface it expresses concern, but the intent is usually spiteful, suggesting that someone should just “get over” what’s bothering them. Oh, this is a good one. It’s time for you to get over the fact that I’m going to bury your face in the middle of the ring.

Rebel steps back in to the ring taking a more serious tone. He rips his sunglasses off his face and tosses them off the apron.

Rebel: And finally, there is: shut the hell up. Simply put – it’s a harsh way to silence someone, and it conveys extreme disrespect. I realize it might be hard to understand some of these things. A few too many blunts…

Rebel holds two fingers up to his mouth to signify the smoking of a rolled up cigarette.

Rebel: A few too many women…

Rebel thrusts his hips forward.

Rebel: And absolutely, positively no freakin’ way there are too many championships.

Rebel motions his hands across his waste as if there was a gold belt there.

Rebel: You’re time is up. Simply, effin’, put? Time to shut your trap.

Rebel tosses down the microphone and disrobes. He tosses it at Mario as the referee calls for the bell.

Young Mannie Vs Johnny Rebel


The bell rings and the two go to lock up and Johnny boots Mannie in the gut and then snap mares him over and kicks him in the back of the head. Johnny lifts Mannie to his feet and nails if him in the jaw with a few forearm shots and then throws him to the corner. Rebel charges Mannie and connects with a clothesline. Mannie stumbles out of the corner and Johnny grabs him and gives him a snap suplex. Johnny covers
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Mannie gets his shoulder up

Harvey: This could be Johnny’s toughtest completion yet, and so far is looking good

Chase: Johnny is 2-0 so far in APW and is looking of his third win here tonight

Johnny gets up and waits for Mannie to as well. Just as Mannie does get up, Johnny runs off the ropes and Damien grabs Johnny’s leg. Johnny turns and has a few words for Damien. Mannie is up and dropkicks Johnny, who goes thorough the ropes and to the floor. Mannie grabs his knee and limps outside of the ring and onto the ring aporon. Johnny gets up and Mannie runs along the apron, 180 jumps up to the top rope and moonsault off the top and lands on Johnny

Harvey: Very Impressive by Young Mannie

Chase: Moves like that might help him get J.R Kingston to scream “I Quit” at Mayhem next Sunday

Harvey: Mannie looks to be limping.

Chase: There’s been reports that Mannie had his knee hurt over the weekend

Mannie picks Johnny up and rolls him into the ring. Mannie gets on the apron and with Johnny laying on his stomach, Mannie springboards off the ropes and double foot stomps Johnny in between the shoulder blades. Mannie rolls him on his back and covers
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Harvey: Even with a hurt knee, Mannie is doing everything he has to, to put Johnny Rebel away

Mannie picks Johnny up and throws him to the corner. Mannie runs, does a cartwheel and nails Johnny with a round house kick. Johnny falls to the mat. Mannie pulls him up and puts him back in the corner and then chops him. He throws Johnny to the opposite corner and runs behind him. Johnny stops at the corner and throws his elbow back and Mannie runs right into it. Mannie stumbles back and Johnny connects Mannie with a super kick. Mannie is down and Johnny crawls over with a cover
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Shoulder up

Harvey: It was almost over right there

Chase: It only takes one mistake and its all over

Both get up and Johnny begins punching Mannie and then kicks him in the gut and gives him a gut wrench power bomb in the center of the ring. Johnny covers
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Johnny picks Mannie up and slams him to the mat. Johnny goes to the corner and hops up to the middle turn buckle and jumps off with an elbow drop and connects. Johnny goes for another cover
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Kick Out.

Johnny gets up and grabs Mannie’s bag knee and starts kicking it and then locks in the figure four leg lock

Harvey: This might be it.

Chase: This is an extremely painful move if you have an injured knee like Mannie has.

Mannie screams in pain and is reaching for the ropes but is no where’s close. The ref is in position for the tap out. Mannie lifts his arm up and Damien jumps up on the ring apron. The ref see’s him and goes over and tries to get him off. Just then Mannie starts tapping out.

Harvey: Mannie taps out, its over

Chase: Not quite, The referee is distracted.

Johnny lets go of the hold and goes over to the referee and Damien and Johnny grabs Damien and flips him over the rope and into the ring. Damien quickly goes to the corner and hides as the ref tries to keep Johnny away. Johnny turns his attention back to Mannie as the ref goes back to Damien to get him out of the ring. Johnny grabs Mannie and sets him up for a Pedigree, but Mannie low blows Johnny and then hits him with the Steiner Screw Driver

Chase: The Death By Mannie!

Harvey: It has to be over here.

Before Mannie goes for the cover, J.R Kingston is in the ring. He grabs Mannie and nails him with a spinning back first, knocking Mannie out. Kingston puts Johnny on top of Mannie and gets out of the ring. Damien doesn’t see this as he gets out of the ring. The ref see’s the cover
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Winner: Johnny Rebel

Harvey: If I wasn’t for Kingston, Mannie might have won there.

Johnny celebrates his victory as the ref raises his arm.

Chase: What’s JR Kingston doing

Kingston grabs a chair and gets into the ring. Johnny Rebel leaves the ring. Damien is trying to talk Kingston in putting the chair down, but Kingston takes the chair and brings it down on Mannie’s injured knee.

Harvey: Looks like Kingston is trying to make sure Mannie doesn’t make it to Mayhem for their I Quit Match

Kingston continues the attack in Mannie’s bad knee and then Kingston takes Mannie’s leg and places it in the chair, where the chair folds. Mannie lays on the mat, begging for mercy as Kingston jumps up to the middle turn buckle. Damien pleads with Kingston but Kingston jumps off and drops on the chair, causing damage to Mannie’s leg. Mannie grabs his leg, kicking the chair off and screams in pain

Chase: That could be the end for Mannie

Harvey: And Damien is torn as to what he should do

Kingston grabs Mannie by his leg and pulls him to the corner. Kingston gets out of the ring and pull’s Mannie so his the ring post is between his legs. Kingston crosses Mannie’s legs and then does the Figure 4 Around the ring post.

Chase: There’s no way Mannie is making it to Mayhem after that

Mannie screams in pain as the referee and Damien try to get Kingston off. Mannie is tapping out and finally Kingston lets go of the hold

Harvey: Mannie’s knee may never be the same again after that.

Chase: Mannie is going to be at a huge disadvantage going into the I quit match at Mayhem

Kingston looks on at Mannie and we go to commercial

[President Jeff]

“Spaceman,” by The Killers, hits the speakers as the arena lights fade to a dim blue. Bright blue laser lights shoot from the stage, as white spotlights twirl about the arena. There's quite a few cheers, mixed with some of the usual boos, for Biggs as he enters the arena in his fancy ring jacket and signature blue shades, with the APW Overdrive Championship Belt clasped around his waist. The left sleeve on his jacket is rolled up to accommodate the hard cast on his arm. Biggs has a smirk on his face as he slaps fives with some of the fans that extend their hands outwards.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the APW Overdrive Champion, Biggs!

As Biggs reaches the ring, he grabs a hold of the top rope, and slingshots his way over into the ring. He dances a bit before calling for a mic. The music fades and the lights come back on Biggs begins to speak.

Biggs: Well, I gotta be honest, I wasn't expecting that kind of response from all y'all here tonight. The fact of the matter is that I may not need your approval, but now that I'm getting it, I must say, I'm rather liking it. And while I could just chalk your reaction up to sympathy, I'd like to think that you folks admire the grit and determination I'm showing in going through with my match with Khaos at Mayhem in a week and a half. I know there's nothing you folks like more than a good ol' fashioned David versus Goliath match, and that's exactly what's going down when Khaos tries to take my Overdrive Championship away from me. But the fact of the matter is that despite how things appear, I'm not in as bad a spot as all of you think that I am! Even though Khaos may have the size and strength advantage, even though Khaos has broken my freakin' arm, I am still very much in control of my destiny at Mayhem! I didn't become the Overdrive Champion just to have it all end in a whimper! I didn't defend this Overdrive Championship week in and week out leading up to RassleMania just to have some upstart try to cheap shot his way to the earning my title! I haven't work as hard as I have, as long as I have, just to lose the belt to some guy who before this past month was barely even known!

Khaos, don't think for a second that you've done anything to earn a shot at my Overdrive Championship! The only reason you're even getting a shot is because you asked for it. I didn't have to give you this title match, Khaos, and I still don't, but the fact is that while all my other Overdrive Title defenses were largely just done to puff up myself and the tile, Khaos, you've made things extremely personal. You made things personal by costing me my match against Chris Cyrus at Asylum a month ago. You made things personal when you thanked me for my kindness by snapping my arm in two. You made things personal when you attacked me the following week, destroying my cast and attempting to cause further damage to my arm. And you made things even more personal when you showed just how sore of a loser you are after I pinned you in this ring, 1...2...3!

Biggs pauses a bit, fidgeting with his cast a bit before continuing.

Biggs: The fact is, Khaos, before you did what did, I had very little interest vested into our match. I mean, I defeated both the Survive & Conquer winner and runner-up not once, but twice! You were going to be my obligatory title defense, my one match that I had in the 30-day limit to make sure that I didn't have to forfeit the Overdrive Title, the match that I was supposed to waltz right through without any trouble, or care, of who I was fighting. And while you may have physically dominated me in a way that nobody else has, Khaos, let's be honest here. You're no Ryan Ruckus. You're no Terry Marvin. Heck, you're not even a Chris Cyrus! For all your physical gifts, for all your size and strength, you're greatest weakness is your predictability. I know come Mayhem, you're going to turn all of your focus onto further injuring my arm. I wouldn't be surprised if you tried to break my cast and then apply the same Armbar you used to break my arm in the first place. Because, Khaos, the bottom line is that you are a meat head. You'll see my arm as the only possible target, and you'll do everything in your power to try and cripple me some more. But I won't give you that opportunity. If last week proved anything, it's that I don't need both arms to be fully functioning to be able to defeat you. Heck, if you came out here tonight and broke my other arm, I still have no doubt that I would be able to beat you at Mayhem to retain my title! Sure, I might look a little funny, but when you're as intelligent as I am, mixed with my natural talent, well, it'll take a lot more than a broken limb to take me out of commission. And I'll reiterate once more, Khaos, that you were a fool to break my arm so far away from the pay per view, because you've given me the time to prepare with the cast. I don't mean to brag, but I'm kind of like a wrestling version of Batman! You give me a few minutes to plan, I'm pretty hard to defeat. You give me a few days, I'm even better. But when you give me a full month to prepare, even with a handicap, I'm unbeatable! Size and strength will only get you so far, Khaos, if you don't have the brains to back up your brawn!

A group of fans in the crowd get a small “BIGGS IS BATMAN!” >clap, clap, clapclapclap< “BIGGS IS BATMAN!” >clap, clap, clapclapclap< chant going, and the Overdrive Champion can't help but let out a little smirk.

Biggs: And Khaos, I know that since our little tiff started, I've taken the high road and not mentioned your prison background, but earlier today, I was thinking, why haven't I!? I mean, it's not like you've shown me any courtesy, so why should I show you any? You've been crying and moaning to Jeff about my cast, which you gave me, but the fact is, this isn't like prison, where you can give somebody a few cigarettes, and they'll let you have your way with them. And while I know that you're used to guys letting you have your way with them, let me be the first to assure you that I'm not the kind of guy you want to screw around with. I'll let you know right now, Khaos, that I've let you get away with what you've done so far because I'm watching you, learning your tendencies, formulating a plan. Unlike you, Khaos, I'm not going to show my cards too early. I'm simply too smart for that. Because while I know exactly what to expect from you, you have no idea what to expect from me! Well, other than the fact that you can expect to lose to me, that is...

But Khaos, come Sunday, May 22, the time for talk will be over. For all the times you've jumped me and gotten the better of me physically, it'll all come to a head at Mayhem. Because let's face it, Khaos, there's no way you're leaving Darwin with my Overdrive Championship! There's no way that you'll be able to leave with your pride or dignity intact, if you even have any after what you let the other prisoners do to you, because I can't think of anything more embarrassing than to lose to a man with one arm. Your gambit, while powerful, was simply revealed far too early. By the time we make it to our match, this broken arm will be little more than an inconvenience, because I've had plenty of time to get used to it. Just like you'll have plenty of time to get used to the fact that you can't beat me, because at Mayhem, Khaos, I will bring you Crashing Down to Earth, because I'm quite simply OUT OF THIS WORLD!

“Spaceman” plays again as Biggs poses for the crowd a bit.

Harvey: Strong words from the Overdrive Champion here tonight, but the question is, will Biggs be able to back it up 10 days from now at Mayhem? And is his arm really not as much of a disadvantage as he's letting it on to be?

Chase: Believe me, Biggs knows what he's going up against in Khaos. He already pinned him once last week! Still, there's got to be some concern over the condition of Biggs' arm, particularly if Khaos manages to break that cast once more!

He exits the ring as APW cuts backstage


The camera opens in to the locker room where “Simply Put” Johnny Rebel is taping up his wrists in preparation for his match this evening. Rebel has a pair of sunglasses draped over his head. Sitting next to him with his arms crossed is Mario Gonzalez, Rebel’s personal “gangsta” interpreter. He’s wearing a pair of dark baggy jeans, a white t-shirt with the litters “M.G.” spray-painted across them and several gold chains dangling around his neck. Rebel looks up at him.

Rebel: It’s only a matter of time, Mario.

Mario: Time for what, dawg?

Rebel: Before we let our fists do the talking! It’s about time; I still can’t understand a word Young Mannie is saying. What am I paying you for? You’ve done nothing.

Mario: If you weren’t such a racist dick, that would make this so much easier.

Rebel: Wait a minute. You did pay attention to Mannie’s promo! You can understand him! You’ve been playing me the whole time!

Rebel has a surprised look on his face.

Rebel: Ah-ha! I think I’m starting to get it! Did you see what I did there – you were playing me. I think I heard that in a Busta Rhymes joint once.

Mario: This is still ridiculous.

Rebel: I’m not racist. I’m just an equal opportunity offender.

Rebel smirks as Mario shakes his head in disgust. Rebel grabs him by the shirt collar and lifts him up to his feet.

Rebel: Come on, we’ve got work to do.

He stands up and grabs his a bag, tosses it over his shoulder and shoves Mario towards the door. The two leave the room and disappear down the hallway.


We get a sweeping shot of the live Overdrive audience, gearing up for a night of action-packed… action. And as always, Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase are ringside.

Harvey: Can you believe we’re just 10 days away from the biggest Mayhem ever, Johnny?

Chase: What I can’t believe is how crappy this company’s medical coverage is, when it comes to commentators.

Johnny adjusts his sling and lays his injured arm gingerly on the announce table, almost pouting.

Harvey: Yes, folks, for those who weren’t with us last week , it was truly a night of arm injuries. The last of which befalling my broadcast partner, courtesy of the number one contender to the Undisputed title, Ryan Ruckus.

Chase: For no good reason!

Harvey: You attacked him with brass knuckles the week before.

Chase: Okay, for very LITTLE good reason. Yet, I’d like the record to show, despite my injury, and despite my horrific deductible, I am still present, accounted for, and ready to show Ruck the Suck that he can’t keep a good man down.

Roll Sound…

-From the sound system, and-

Chase: Gah!

-From Johnny Chase, as he dives to his frequent point of solace when Ryan Ruckus enters. Under the announce table desk.

Ooo-Ooo Ooo-Ooo
Ooo-Ooo Ooo-Ooo
Ooo-Ooo Ooo-Ooo
Oh! Oh!

Bonnie Tyler’s "Holding Out For a Hero" sounds out across the PA, and the Melbourne audience nearly drowns it with their jeers, as Ryan Ruckus steps onto the entrance ramp, with a smirk.

Where have all the good men gone
And where are all the gods?
Where’s the street-wise Hercules
To fight the rising odds?

Ruckus makes his way to the ring, spouting off his mouth and making not-so-TV-friendly hand gestures. At one point, half way down the ramp, he spots a hot girl just behind the divider, and he leans in, requesting a kiss on the cheek. But the girls wrinkles her nose, and her boyfriend flings the rest of his plastic cup beer into Ryan’s face. Which, of course, earns him a sharp slap, courtesy of the #1 contender.

Isn’t there a white knight
Upon a firey steed
Late at night, I toss and I turn
And I dream of what I need…[/i]

Reaching the ring, Ruckus hops onto the apron, parts the ropes, and hoists himself onto the second turnbuckle, striking a pose, just in time for-

I need a HERO![/i]

Pew! Pew! Pew! Pyro springs from the edge of the ring, and Ruckus cracks a knowing smile as he hops off of the turnbuckle and grabs a microphone.

R2: What’s up, Ruckers from down under?!

The crowd’s response is unanimous. "Boo!"

R2: Yea, yeah. Boo me. I’m such a villain. No where NEAR the noble stature of our favorite-playing President, Hurricane Jeffery. Not even in the BALLPARK of your blackguard-tuned-babyface, Lester Only. …A man who scores his highest marks in pulling the wool over the eyes of you sheep. …A man who holds secret meetings to screw me and hires anti-terrorist stadium bouncers to cop a good handful of little Ruckus. …A man who doesn’t even know how to be real to his own wife and child, let alone all of you pathetic scum-suckers. …A man who INTENTIONALLY concocted a scheme to keep me off of the card for two weeks straight, in a pathetic attempt to ensure I’m not ring ready for Mayhem. –beat- Well, I’m not having it. Not any more. I may not be the biggest boy scout on the roster, but I am the Real Thing. What you see is what you get with Ryan Ruckus, and while I spent these last few weeks trying to prove that to you, I’ve recently realized I don’t give two Rucks what you criminal colony cooters think of me. Is it you who’ll be stepping in the ring to face Lester at Mayhem? Is it you who won Survive and Conquer. Is it you who are this federations only hope of salvation from morally-wishy-washy former thugs? No! It’s me. And as such, I’ve booked my own little warm up match this evening. Not only to keep myself from getting rusty, but to give Lester a little taste of exactly what he’ll be facing in his first title defense.

Ruckus walks toward the far corner, leaning his foot on the bottom turnbuckle and slouching with nonchalance.

R2: So without further ado, please welcome my opponent at this time. He is the man with the best win/loss record so far this year. The man who has single-handedly ended the APW career of countless curtain-jerkers. …The one, the only, MR. DANGEROUS!!!

"Real American" hits the speakers. Mr. Dangerous comes through the curtain and trips, hitting his face on the ramp. After a minute or two, he gets up and makes his way down the ramp. He climbs the stairs and stumbles through the ropes. He does, however, catch himself before he falls. He climbs the turnbuckle but trips as he's making his way up. He hits his head on the ring post and is laid out in the ring.

Ryan Ruckus Vs Mr. Dangerous


And Ruckus smiles, dropping his microphone. Not even taking off his sports coat, R2 crosses, drops deliberately to his knees, and covers the unconscious Mr. Dangerous. After a moment, a referee makes his way down the ramp, slides under the bottom rope, and counts-

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Thr- Ruckus lifts Mr. Dangerous’ Head off the canvas. Receiving a loud round of boos from the crowd.

Harvey: Oh, come on!

From under the announce table, Johnny Chase calls.

Chase: What? What’s happening?

Harvey: Wanna come out and see for yourself?

Chase: –gulp- Nope. I’m good.

In the ring, Ruckus peels Mr. Dangerous off the mat. Lifting him up, he smirks and nails a modified Russian Legsweep. Followed by a Recap Lionsault. He lifts Mr. Dangerous up again, and whips him into the far corner. As the dazed challenger’s back hits the turnbuckle, Ruckus chargers in hitting a sick facewash Yakuza kick that drops Mr. Dangerous onto his ass. Then Ruckus grabs both ropes, pulls a handstand, and swings down with a stiff front dropkick to his victim’s sternum. All the while yelling-

R2: Ruck your mother!

By now, the crowd is booing the roof off the place. Which almost seems to spurn Ruckus on even further. Grabbing Mr. Dangerous’ arm, Ruck drags him to the center of the ring, lifts his dead weight up and frames him, holding up both hands, like a Hollywood director envisioning his shot. And then-

Harvey: Cluster-ruck!

Chase: So, I take it Ruckus is winning?

Harvey rolls his eyes. And Ruckus hops up, nodding his head, and walks to the far corner, sitting on the top turnbuckle and staring at the laid out form of Mr. Dangerous. Reaching into his breast pocket, Ruckus pulls a cigarette from his pack, pops it into his mouth, and lights it, puffing as he waits for Mr. Dangerous to come to.

He doesn’t posture. He doesn’t attack. He doesn’t even really move. He just sits, smoking his cigarette, and waits. And finally, after about three minutes, Mr. Dangerous starts to stir. He lifts himself up on his hands and shakes his head, trying to clear the cobwebs. Ruckus simply puffs his cigarette. Mr. Dangerous reaches for the ropes and uses their support to lift himself up. Ruckus puffs his cigarette. Mr. Dangerous stumbles, still half-loopy, toward the center of the ring. And Ruckus hops off the turnbuckle, charges him, and hits ANOTHER Cluster-Ruck.

Harvey: This is despicable.

And if Darren Harvey thought that was bad, just wait till he sees Ruckus snuff out his cigarette on the exposed flesh of the prone Mr. Dangerous back. The pain is enough to bring Mr. Dangerous around, and he howls out in pain, bringing a fresh round of jeers from the crowd.

Harvey: Oh, that’s just sadistic. Can’t we get someone out here to stop this?!

As if hearing what Harvey said, Ruckus turns and gives the commentator the finger, then points to Johnny Chase’s empty chair, as if to say, "you wanna have to hide under the table every time I come out too?"

Then he smirks sadistically, and lifts Mr. Dangerous off the mat again. Turning to the crowd like ‘somebody stop me,’ he whips Dangerous into the corner, rushing close behind to follow up with some devastating maneuver. But Mr. Dangerous hits the turnbuckle HARD, chest first, and recoils, accidentally slamming the back of his head into the front of R2’s face. Which drops the Hollywood Hero onto his ass and gets a HUGE pop from the Overdrive crowd.

They’re chanting: Dan-ger-ous! Dan-ger-ous!

Harvey: Could the underdog Mr. Dangerous be mounting a comeback? Can he possibly defeat the number one contender?

In short, no. Cause though the crowd is on their feet, Mr. Dangerous is still pretty much out of his, and the accidental headbutt only seems to have riled Ruckus up even more. Standing and spinning Mr. Dangerous around, Ruckus grabs his arm and locks in the RUBAR, which drops Mr. Dangerous back to the mat, almost immediately. In fact, the poor guy isn’t even moving. But that doesn’t stop Ruckus from wrenching back on his arm. Over and over again. Until the referee finally has the mercy to call for the bell.

Winner: Ryan Ruckus

Not that that stops Ruckus from applying the hold. It actually seems to re-inspire him to cinch the armbar even tighter. To the point where the referee comes and starts pulling at Ruckus, trying to get him to release Mr. Dangerous. Much to the referee’s chagrin, because Ruckus finally lets go, only to grab the arm of the meddling ref and apply the RUBAR on him as well.

Boo!

Harvey: Can we PLEASE get someone out here to help?!

And now, Harvey’s pleas are heeded. A cadre of backstage officials hit the ring, all in attempt to stop Ruckus reign of violence. And seeing them coming, Ruckus does let go of the ref and slides himself under the bottom rope, grabbing a nearby microphone with a smirk.

R2: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and soon to be NEW Action Packed Wrestling Undisputed champion… RYAN RUCKUS!!! –a beat, as he stares into the camera- Amend THAT, assholes.

Then he drops the mic, and makes his way to the back, flanked on all sides by deafening Boos from the crowd.

Harvey: Folks, I generally try to stay non-partial, but I for one, hope Lester Only makes an example out of that villain at Mayhem!

-And from under the commentary table-

Chase: Is it safe to come out?

We go to commercial

[President Jeff]

President Jeff is in his office when a knock comes at the door. Jeff summons the person in, and in walks Biff Riboflavin's Manager, Leonard "Jazz Hands" Hines. Leonard is all smiles, confidently trotting into Jeff's office and flopping down in a chair.

Leonard: So boss...you wanted to see me?

President Jeff: Yes, Leonard, as a matter of fact, I did. I---

Leonard: (cutting Jeff off)--You don't have to say it, Jeff. You're impressed with the kid so far. I don't blame you! I mean, he's looked awesome since he came here, but ever since you put me and him together, the boy has been unstoppable, you feel me right? Give me a pound, dog.

Leonard extends his balled fist expecting praise for Biff's success, but only gets a cold stare from the APW President.

President: First off all, I'm not your dog, dog. And secondly....

Jeff reaches into his desk and takes out a newspaper.

President Jeff: What...the hell...is this!?!?

The newspaper appears to be an issue of Melbourne's daily newspaper, The Age. On the front page is a picture of a Biff in a nightclub making out with Australian actress Rose Byrne. The caption above the article reads "American Idiot runs rampant in Melbourne, tongues down and possibly impregnates Rose Byrne". Leonard freezes in fear.

President Jeff: I hire you to do a few simple things....look after the kid, and make sure he stays out of mischief outside of the ring, and you take him to a nightclub!?

Leonard: Well, technically, it wasn't a nightclub, it was a lounge---

President Jeff: SHUT THE HELL UP!

Leonard flinches.

President Jeff: I don't even want to know what shenanigans you got that boy into. I don't care, all I want to know is he going to able to compete tonight? Oh my god, he's hung over, isn't he?

Leonard: Jeff, it wasn't even like that, Biff wasn't even drunk! He--

President Jeff: Find him. I want to see that he's sober and ready to compete tonight.

No sooner than Jeff says this, his office door comes swinging open, and Biff quickly marches in, beaming from ear to ear. His face is caked in powdered sugar, and he appears to be riding a massive sugar buzz. Unaware that Biff devoured 35 funnel cakes and washed it all down with Jolt Cola, Jeff looks at the powdered sugar around Biff's nostrils and automatically assumes the worst. Leonard looks on in horror as Biff zips around the office, rambling a mile a minute.

Biff: HAAAAAAAY JEFF. Leonard! Len Dog! Len Diggity! I've been lookin' all over for you, Sucka MC! Guess who feels great! I feel great! I'm awesome! You're awesome! Eat! Play! Read! Sing! Dance! Jump! Hey...not a bad idea! LEONARD! Throw on your shorts! We're going jogging!

Biff does a triple frontflip before jetting out the door.

President Jeff: I don't know what you've got him all jacked up on, but if he tests positive for anything, your out of here on your drakkar noir drenched ass.

Leonard: Jeff---

President Jeff: I don't know what he's on, but I want you to fix it.

As Jeff says this, we can hear Biff bolting down the hallway, pounding the walls with his fists, and singing loudly:

I WANNA BE AN AIRBONE RANGER, I WANNA LIVE A LIFE OF DANGER!

Jeff continues to stare daggers though Leonard, who looks down in shame.

President Jeff: FIX...IT.

The scene to ringside


Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall

“Iron Man” By Black Sabbath hit’s the PA and out comes Chris Cyrus

Harvey: This past Sunday on Asylum, Chris Cyrus picked up a huge victory in tag team action by pinning the World Heavyweight Champion, James Chambers

Chase: That’s big momentum for him going into this match and his match at Mayhem against Diamante Valentine

Chris goes a pose for the crowd who boo him and then begins making his way down to the ring

Paige: Introducing first, from Las Vegas Nevada, CHRIS CYRUS

Chris continues to walk down the aisle and then, Diamante Valentine runs out from the back with a Singapore Cane in his hand. He gets close to Chris, swings the Cane and nails Chris in the back of the head. Chris goes down and his music stops.

Harvey: Damn, did you see that swing

Chase: A home Run swing that was. Holy Moly

Chris gets on his hands and knee’s and Diamante brings the Singapore Cane up over his head and brings it down across the back of Cyrus Cyrus. Diamante throws down the Cane and then picks Chris up and drags him over to the ringside area and rolls him into the ring. The camera man gets a shot at Chrises back and theres a huge mark from where the Singapore Cane hit.

Harvey: Look at the mark on Chrises back.

Chase: That’s going to hurt in the morning

Diamante grabs a chair and gets into the ring with it. He opens the chair up and sets it in the middle of the ring. He then grabs Chris and puts his gets between his legs and sets him up for the Ego Trip

Harvey: Diamante is going to try and end Chris Cyrus career with the Ego Trip on the Chair

Chase: Chris Cyrus might not even make it to Mayhem

Diamante goes to lift Chris up, but Chris fights it and then stands up, giving Diamante a back body drop onto the chair. Diamante lets out a scream as he gets back to his feet. Chris runs and takes Diamante down with a clothesline and then grabs him, takes him to the corner. Chris throws Diamante to the opposite corner. Diamante hit’s the corner and stumbles along the ropes. Chris runs and clotheslines Diamante over the top rope and to the floor

Harvey: This was suppose to be a match between Chris Cyrus and JR Kingston, but I don’t think we’re gonna see it

Chris gets out of the ring and goes to pick Diamante up, but Diamante low blows Chris. He grabs Chris by his head and throws him into the ring post. Chris head bounces off the post and Chris goes down holding his head. Diamante reaches into the ring and grabs the steel chair.

Chase: This isn’t looking good for Chris

Chris slowly gets to his feet and Diamante is waiting with the chair in hand. Chris gets up and Diamante brings the chair down on the skull of Chris Cyrus. Chris goes down and Diamante sticks Chris head in where the seat folds. Diamante then grabs Chris head in a headlock and isn’t letting go.

Chase: Chris might be the master of the head lock, but Diamante is the master of the most Dangeorus head lock.

The camera focus on Chris face and his face is covered in blood from the chair shot and he’s screaming as the chair is adding pressure to his neck as Diamante squeezes him head/neck area

Chase: Chris Cyrus might think he’s the best Xtreme Champion, but look at him now. Diamante is on the verge of ending his career

Harvey: Up until now, I didn’t think Diamante stood a chance against Chris Cyrus, but now, I’m not so sure

Finally, Diamante lets go of the headlock and gets up, standing over Chrises body. The crowd boo’s Diamante and he soaks it all in.

Harvey: Diamante Valentine defends the APW Xtreme Title against Chris Cyrus in 10 days at Mayhem and this might be a preview of what we could see

Diamante continues to celebrate the damage he’s done as we go to commercial.

[President Jeff]

[The camera pans backstage to Johnny Rebel walking with Mario through the hallway. They come across to a giant open area where several wrestlers are warming-up/stretching.]

Rebel: There you are!

[Rebel walks over to the corner of the room where the Asylum World Heavyweight Champion, James Chambers is standing with his arms folded across his chest.]

Rebel: Thanks for meeting me here! This is Mario. Say what’s up Mario!

[Rebel snickers at what he believes to be a clever anecdote. Mario does not find it amusing and just nods his head in the direction of Chambers.]

Rebel: I need some help here. I’ve hired Mario here to interpret the promos of Young Mannie and the Red Street Mafia. He’s been zero help so far. Do you think you might be able to help me?

Chambers: Dude, there is a free funnel cake cart rolling around here somewhere and this is what you pulled me away for?

Rebel: I’m desperate. I…have…no…flippin…clue to what this dude is talking about!

[Rebel pulls out his laptop and hits play.]

YM: Man it looks fun but this business isn’t a fucking joke! I mean we wrestle and work almost nearly a full year, we barley get to much time, it’s constant promoting the company…Show here and show there, I mean hell It’s get nerve racking and everyone who you think is cool with you is secretly trying to stab in you in the back…I mean I am injured right now both my knees are garbage, I might be in a wheelchair once I retire all for the love of this business! The money good but man you got have your head on straight doing this shit, if not you will get eating up by it…

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[Rebel hits stop, looking absolutely dumbfounded.]

Rebel: Could you tell me what in the world he said? I think it was something about pizza and dating strippers?

[Mario and James Chambers both look at Rebel like he’s stupid.]

James: What the hell is wrong with you?

Mario: Thank you! Finally someone else understands what I’ve had to deal with! Respect!

[James & Mario give each other a fist bump.]

Rebel: You guys can’t really understand him can you? Check this out…

[Rebel navigates to another file. It comes up and it’s a clip of an old Charlie Brown cartoon where the teacher is speaking…]

“Wah wah. Wah wah wah wah.”

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[Rebel closes the screen.]

Rebel: Do you see what I’m seeing here?

[Chambers smacks the computer out of Rebel’s hands and walks away. Rebel is standing there frozen, while Mario is standing there with his hand over his mouth and laughing. Rebel grabs Mario by the shirt and tosses him in front of him as they disappear down the hallway.]


Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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.

Paige: Making his way to the ring first, weighing in tonight at 187 pounds, from Detroit, Michigan, “The Marvelous Manchild” Biff Riboflavin!

Harvey: I've got to say, Biff Riboflavin has been very impressive ever since he joined APW!

Chase: Or at least as impressive as somebody named Biff can be! Man, he has mean parents!

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.

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 center 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.

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 147 pounds, from Seattle, Washington, Sally Talfourd!

Harvey: Sally Talfourd's recent change of attitude has been nothing short of shocking! We know that the turning point came at Survive and Conquer, but I think a lot of fans, including myself, still can't believe the fact that Sally would turn her back on everyone so quickly!

Chase: I, for one, love the fact that Sally's embracing her dark side! It means I have a better chance at getting a date with her!

Harvey: In your wildest dreams, partner, in your wildest dreams...

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.

Finally, after taking longer than she needed, Sally appears in the center 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 center of the ropes, hanging over them to look out at all the poor saps that paid to see her tonight. Before the ref can call for the bell, Sally walks over and whispers into his ear, pointing at Noah and Kenny while doing so.

Harvey: What's Sally whispering to the ref about!?

Once Sally has said her piece, the ref walks over towards Noah and Kenny, and informs them that they need to leave the ringside area. The fans boo loudly as Noah and Kenny protest the decision, while Sally mockingly waves to them from inside the ring. After a brief argument, the two men heed the ref's instructions, and head to the back.

Harvey: What a croc! We've never seen Noah and Kenny so much as interfere in a match, and Sally gets the ref to eject them! They're just here for moral support for their brother!

Chase: Good call by the ref! It smells a lot less funny out here now!

Biff shakes his head a bit, while Sally stretches a bit in the corner, acting like nothing happened. Finally, the ref calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Sally Talfourd vs. Biff Riboflavin

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Both competitors circle around the ring, with Biff appearing to be a bit flustered. Sally verbally taunts him, trying to goad him into making the first move. Biff comes in to initiate a Collar-and-Elbow Tie Up, which Sally quickly pulls into a Deep Armdrag! Biff lands on his feet, turns around, and gets a boot right to the midsection, followed up by a Jumping Tornado DDT from Sally! She nonchalantly covers Biff, but doesn't even get a one count. Sally feigns shock that Biff was able to kick out, while the fans boo her loudly.

Harvey: It's obvious from her demeanor that Sally has absolutely no respect for her opponent here tonight!

Chase: Why should she? Again, his name is Biff! What kind of parent names their kid Biff!?

Harvey: Maybe it's a childhood nickname.

Sally is immediately on Biff, giving him some hard kicks to the side as he tries to make his way back up to his feet. She grabs a hold of his head, and pulls him up to a vertical base before whipping him into the ropes! Sally jumps up for a Leg Lariat, but Biff ducks under it and hits the opposite ropes, nailing Sally with a Short Dropkick! Sally's back up to receive a few quick kicks from the Marvelous Manchild before he ends the combination with a Spinning Roundhouse Kick that takes her back down to the mat! Biff then runs to the ropes, and rolls towards Sally, hitting her with the Rolling Thunder! He goes for the cover, 1
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Kick out from Sally! Biff tries to press his advantage, pulling Sally up by the head, but she gives him a hard Elbow Shot to the midsection that's dangerously close to being south of the border, so to speak! The ref admonishes Sally, who insists that she did nothing wrong while she nails Biff with some Forearm Strikes, backing him into the corner! Sally then grabs a hold of the top rope, and places her boot on Biffs throat, choking him!

Harvey: The men in the crowd probably don't know whether they want to cheer or boo this move!

Chase: Hey, I'm the one who's supposed to make the suggestive remarks!

The ref reaches the count of four before Sally relents on the choke, and she takes a couple of steps back. As Biff stumbles out of the corner, she gets behind him, and pulls him in for the Lovelace Choker, taking him back down to the mat! As Biff is down, Sally puts her boot on his face, and wipes it back and forth a few times before stomping him hard right on the nose! The fans are pissed as Sally turns Biff onto his belly and puts her boot in between his shoulders. She then pulls back on his arms and moves her boot to the back of his head, pushing down with a vicious Curb Stomp! Sally blows mocking kisses to the crowd while Biff holds his face in pain on the mat!

Harvey: How can Sally be showing so much disrespect to Biff at this juncture of the match! If she respected him, she'd be following up on that vicious assault!

Chase: Sally knows that she's in firm control of this match at this point, so what's the harm in having some fun with it! I, for one, think it's great!

After taunting the fans for a bit, Sally turns her attention back to Biff, who's still grasping his face. As she reaches down to pull him up, she finds out that he was playing possum, as Biff rolls Sally up into the small package, 1
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Kick out! As both competitors get up to their feet, Sally is pissed, and she rushes right in! Biff ducks her attack, and hits her from behind with a Pele Kick to the back of the head! Sally falls face first to the mat, and Biff quickly makes his way up to the top rope! He then leaps off and hits Sally with a Diving Front Flip Senton across the back! Biff then rolls her over, and hooks the leg, the fans counting along with the ref, 1
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Sally gets her shoulder up!

Harvey: Biff's starting to chain some offense together! If he can keep this up, he may just leave with the victory here tonight!

Chase: That's proven to be a tall task, though, as Sally is hard to beat!

Biff continues to work to the midsection of Sally, rolling her onto his side and giving her some vicious knees to the small of the back! He then pulls her back up to her feet, and gives her a combination of kicks and punches, backing her into the ropes. He then shoots her across the ring with an Irish Whip, and then takes her legs out from beneath her with a Short Dropkick that sends her falling face first into the mat! Biff rolls Sally over and goes for another cover, 1
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Sally kicks out! Biff looks a bit discouraged, but stays focused, pulling the former APW Champ up to a vertical base, but on the way up, Sally reaches up and gives him a Rake Across the Eyes! The fans voice their disapproval, which Sally ignores as she jumps up and takes Biff down with a Neck Scissors, keeping her legs wrapped around his head and chin on the mat! The ref checks to make sure that she's not choking Biff, while Sally continues to apply pressure!

Harvey: Biff needs to get out of this hold sooner rather than later! It's no secret that Sally's strength is in utilizing her legs to damage her opponents, and this Leg Scissors hold is no exception!

Chase: Sally is very smart in her application of this move, as she's not choking him, making it a legal move, yet she's making it very difficult for Biff to breath! The longer he's trapped in it, the more it'll affect his performance!

Biff's face is turning red as Sally tightens her legs around his head! She's yelling at Biff to give up, but he shows no signs of quitting! Sally then shifts her legs to flat out choke Biff, and the ref begins the mandatory five count! Sally lets go at four, drawing loud boos from the crowd as she gets back to her feet. Biff coughs a bit as Sally sits him up, grabs a hold of his head from behind, and does a flipping jump to the front of him, snapping his face into the mat! She then pulls Biff back up and whips him hard into the corner, nailing him with a Running Dropkick right in the sternum! As he stumbles forward and falls face first to the mat, Sally mounts the turnbuckle behind him, motioning for Biff to get back up. The crowd is making disparaging remarks about Sally as she stalks Biff, waiting for him to get to his feet before leaping off and catching him from behind with the Danger Zone Diving Leg Drop Bulldog! Sally goes for the cover, 1
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Biff barely gets his shoulder up! Sally gives him some hard Forearm Shots, and hooks both legs, 1
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Biff kicks out again! Sally slams her fist into the mat in frustration before mounting Biff and assaulting him with another series of Forearm Shots to the face! She then pulls him up, and gives him a quick Facebreaker DDT before going for another pin, 1
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Biff gives the fans a reason to cheer by kicking out once more!

Harvey: Sally's trying to put Biff away, but to no avail! This kid's got some fight in him!

Chase: Well, with a name like Biff, I'm sure...

Harvey: Would you stop with the comments on his name! It's very annoying!

Chase: You're mom's annoying...

Harvey: What did you say!?

Chase: Nothing...

The fans get a “LET'S GO BIFF! LET'S GO BIFF!” chant going, while Sally screams in the ring for Biff to just stay down! She's starting to lose her composure a bit, stomping Biff in the chest mercilessly! Biff catches one of her stomps with her hand, and manages to sweep her other leg out from beneath her, bringing her down to mat with him! They exchange punches as they both make their way back to their feet, and once they're up, Biff blocks a punch from Sally before going for a kick! Sally catches Biff's foot, but in a flash, he responds by nailing her with an Enzugiri! The fans come to life as Biff runs to the ropes and pulls off a Handspring Back Elbow, catching Sally as she gets to her feet! He goes for a cover, 1
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Kick out from Sally! Biff doesn't relent on his attack at all, sitting Sally up, and running to the ropes to nail a Shining Wizard! He goes for another pin, 1
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Kick out once more!

Harvey: The pace of this match is picking up!

Chase: Both competitors want to try and catch their opponent off guard to secure a surprise win!

A loud “BIFF! BIFF! BIFF!” chant roars throughout the arena as Biff gets to his feet, and motions for Sally to do the same! Once she does, Biff connects with a Backflip Dropkick, landing on his feet! As Sally gets up again, he hits with another Backflip Dropkick! Sally gets up once more, and once again, she tastes Biff's boots courtesy of a Backflip Dropkick! After the third Backflip Dropkick, Biff makes his way to the corner, and pulls off a Biffsault! Sally rolls out of the way and up to her feet as he's in midair, but Biff manages to land on his feet! Before he can respond, Sally gives him the Implant Buster! She then runs towards the ropes and jumps up to the center rope, springing off to nail Biff with the Happy Ending Springboard Moonsault! She has Biff covered, 1
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The fans explode in cheers as Biff finds it in himself to kick out!

Harvey: My gosh! I thought Sally had Biff beat there! Big ups to Biff Riboflavin for kicking out!

Chase: Mrs. Riboflavin's baby boy is showing that he wants to hang with the top dawgs here in APW!

Sally screams out in frustration, wondering what the heck she has to do to put Biff away! She grabs a hold of her opponent's head, pulling him back up to his feet. On the way up, he gives her a hard elbow to the face, spinning her around, which allows Biff to pop right up and hit the Flash in the Pan! With Sally down, Biff goes to the corner again, and goes for another Biffsault, nailing it! He has both of Sally's shoulders to the mat, 1
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Sally kicks out!

Harvey: My gosh! Sally kicked out of the Biffsault!

Chase: Well, he kicked out of the Happy Ending, so it looks like things are even-Steven about now!

Harvey: Both competitors desperately want momentum heading into their respective matches at Mayhem, and their efforts tonight are proving just that!

Biff can't believe it, and is shaking his head. He looks back towards the corner again, and gets to his feet, stomping Sally a few times before heading back to the corner.

Harvey: It looks like he's going for another Biffsault!

Chase: Could he be going to the well once too often!?

Biff hops up to the middle rope and then to the top for the Biffsault, but Sally sees it coming, and gets her knees up, drilling them into the midsection of Biff! She rubs her shins a bit as she makes her way back up to her feet, dragging a coughing Biff up with her before delivering a Swinging Reverse STO, The Makeover!

Chase: This has to be it!

Sally covers Biff, 1
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Chase: You've got to be kidding me!

The fans are going absolutely nuts at this point, chanting for Biff at the top of their lungs! Sally has an angry look in her eyes as she pulls Biff back up, nailing him with some Forearms on the way up before delivering another Makeover! This time, she hooks both legs, 1
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Winner: Sally Talfourd[/center]

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

AFI's “Prelude 12/21” plays over the speakers again as Sally gets to her feet and tells the ref to raise her arm in victory. The ref obliges, and Sally gloats while the fans hurl boos and insults towards the victor. Biff is out on the mat as Sally checks her hands to make sure she didn't break a nail.

Harvey: What a heck of match between Sally Talfourd and Biff Riboflavin here tonight! I can guarantee you, if either one of them puts up the kind of performance they did here tonight at Mayhem, they stand a good shot of winning their matches!

Chase: In Sally's case, she's sent a message to C.J. Gates here tonight, taking down a very game Biff! The pressures on CJ to win his match tonight, otherwise, Sally will head into Mayhem with the psychological advantage!

Once Sally's done checking her nails, she skips around the ring, gloating about her victory, while the fans continue to boo her.

[President Jeff]

Paige: The following contest is your main event match of the evening

The 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: 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 awaiting his opponent.

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

Paige: And his opponent, From Fargo North Dakota, he is Ceeeeeee Jayyyyyyyyyy 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.

Khaos Vs C.J Gates


The match begins with the two locking up and Khaos takes CJ over with an arm drag. CJ gets up and the two lock up again, this time CJ takes Khaos over with an arm drag. Khaos gets up and doesn’t look happy. They go for another lock up and Khaos ducks it and gets behind CJ, grabbing him in a waist lock. CJ gets free and spins around and gets Khaos into a waist lock. CJ runs, pushing Khaos into the ropes and Khaos grabs the ropes and CJ rolls backwards. He gets to his feet and Khaos charges at him with a clothesline, but CJ ducks it and Khaos goes and hit’s the ropes, coming back into a spinning heel kick from CJ. Khaos gets up and CJ takes him up and over with a hip toss and then a dropkick. Khaos rolls out of the ring. CJ goes to the ropes and Khaos yells at the ref to back CJ off and he does.

Chase: Khaos looking to regroup here

Harvey: Both these men have big matches Next Sunday at Mayhem, Khaos getting a shot at the Overdrive Title against Biggs and CJ takes on Sally Talfourd in what should be an excellent match up

Khaos walks around the ring as the ref begins to count him out.

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CJ is tired of waiting and slides out of the ring. Khaos starts running away and CJ chases him. CJ chases Khaos around the ring and Khaos slides into the ring. CJ sticks his head into the ring and Khaos goes for an elbow drop, but CJ moves. Khaos hit’s the mat and grabs his elbow and CJ is back into the ring, pulls Khaos up and throws him to the nearest corner. CJ goes and chops Khaos a few times before throwing him into the opposite corner. CJ runs, jumps on Khaos and flips him out of the corner with a Monkey Flip. Khaos gets up, and falls into the corner. CJ runs at him, and Khaos lifts him up over the ropes and CJ lands on the ring apron. Khaos walks out of the corner and CJ goes to the center of the ring apron. Khaos see’s him and goes to punch him, but CJ sits his head through the ropes and shoulders Khaos in the stomach. CJ then sunset flips over the ropes, grabbing Khaos and takes him over with a cover
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They get to their feet and Khaos thumbs CJ in the eye and the crowd boo’s him

Harvey: Come on. A desperate move by Khaos

Chase: More like an accident. I’m sure he meant to grab CJ by his head and accidentally poked him in the eye.

Khaos nails CJ with an European Uppercut and CJ falls back into the corner. Khaos hits CJ with a couple left and right hand jabs and then drives his shoulder into CJ’s mid section. Khaos pulls CJ put of the corner and gives him a snap belly to belly suplex. Khaos covers
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Harvey: Both men need a win here tonight going into their matches at Mayhem

Chase: Maybe could be huge for these two as winning at Mayhem could change either man’s career forever in APW

Khaos gets up and drops a knee on CJ’s head. Khaos gets back up and then drops another knee on CJ’s head. Khaos drags CJ over to the ropes and begins choking CJ on the bottom rope. The ref counts 1...2..3..4... Khaos lets go and the ref warns him. Khaos goes over, steps on CJ’s back and bounces on CJ, choking him some more. 1...2.3..4...Khaos steps off

Chase: Khaos is using every second to his advantage here

Harvey: He should be disqualified, there’s no need for choking in a wrestling match

Khaos picks CJ up and CJ throws some punches in Khaos mid section. He then goes to throw Khaos into the corner, but Khaos reverses it and CJ hit’s the corner. Khaos runs at him and CJ gets a boot up into Khaos face. CJ turns towards the corner, jumps on the middle turnbuckle, spins in mid hard and goes for a cross body, but Khaos catches him in mid air with a Northern Lights suplex and Bridges into a cover
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Chase: Amazing counter by Khaos. Did you see that Darren

Harvey: It was indeed impressive.

Khaos gets up and stomps on CJ before lifting him up and gives CJ a standing knee strike, knocking CJ down. Khaos picks CJ back up and takes him to the corner and kicks him in the mid section and then gives him a chop. He brings CJ over to the ropes and gives him an Irish whip. CJ hit’s the ropes and Khaos puts his head down. CJ comes, grabs Khaos by his head and gives him a Tornado DDT! Both guys lay on the mat.

Harvey: This may be the turning point of this match

Chase: Come on Khaos, get up

Khaos gets to his feet first and then CJ does. Khaos goes for a punch and CJ blocks it and comes back with punches of his own. CJ hit’s the ropes, comes back and Khaos picks him up for a side walk slam, but CJ counters with a head scissor takedown. Khaos gets to his feet and CJ takes him back down with a dropsault. Khaos is getting up and CJ grabs him, turns him around and drops him with a reverses DDT. CJ covers, hooking the leg
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Harvey: CJ is on a roll!

CJ goes out to the ring apron and climbs up to the top rope. He waits as Khaos slowly gets to his feet. Just as he stands up, CJ comes off the top rope and lands a missile dropkick. CJ goes for another cover
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Chase: Did you see that, CJ grabbed Khaos tights in the cover

Harvey: Quiet you!

CJ gets up and waits for Khaos to get up. He starts getting up and CJ runs and goes for a Shinning Wizard, but Khaos ducks it and rolls CJ up in a school boy
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CJ is up and goes after Khaos and Khaos takes him down with a drop toe hold and then grabs CJ’s ankle and locks in the ankle lock.

Chase: This is it. He’s going to break his ankle just like he broke Biggs arm!

Khaos is on his feet while twisting CJ’s ankle. CJ fights the pain and is able to get to his feet. With Khaos holding the ankle, CJ manages to turn himself and then jump and nails Khaos with an Enziguiri. Khaos stays on his feet, dazed and CJ kicks him and plants him with a double arm DDT.

Harvey: STAMP OF APPROVAL!

Khaos is down and CJ goes onto the ring apron and climbs to the top rope.

Harvey: CJ may be going for the Gate Crasher here

Chase: Khaos needs to move out of the way

CJ stands up and then Khaos shoves the ref into the ropes with his foot, causing the ropes to shake and CJ falls Crotch first on the top turn buckle. Khaos gets up and goes over to the corner. He gives CJ a punch and then steps up to the middle rope. He hooks CJ up for a suplex and then steps up to the top rope. Khaos lifts CJ up and takes him over with a Superplex that shook the ring! Khaos goes for a cover
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Chase: SLOW COUNT!! COME ON REF, I MEAN, COME ON!

Khaos gets up and begins stalking CJ, waiting for him to get up. Just as he does, Khaos kicks him and sets him up for the Power bomb lungblow

Harvey: If Khaos hit’s the Greeting from Hell Michigan, it could be over here.

Khaos lifts CJ up and goes for his finisher, but CJ counters with a Hurricanrana. CJ runs towards Khaos and Khaos goes for a clothesline. CJ ducks, runs up the turnbuckle and comes off with the Whisper in the Wind. Khaos is down and CJ goes back up to the top rope

Harvey: This is it

Chase: Come on Khaos, Move

Harvey: Hold on a second!

Just then, we see Sally Talfourd jump up on the ring apron and shoves CJ off the top rope and CJ goes crashing to the mat into the ring. The ref calls for the bell

Winner by DQ: C.J GATES

Sally gets into the ring and attacks CJ, taking him down with the Make Over. Khaos gets up and he and Sally begin stomping on CJ and then Biggs starts running down to the ring, getting a mix reaction of cheers and boo’s from the fans

Harvey: I don’t think he’s here to save CJ, I think he’s here to take out Khaos

Biggs slides into the ring and takes Sally down with a double leg take down. Khaos goes to grab Biggs, but Biggs turns and starts hitting Khaos with punches and then throws him into the ropes and takes him down with a leg larriat. Biggs jumps up, only to have Sally get up too and kicks him right where the sun doesn’t shine

Chase: Looks like Biggs and Ellie won’t be having any alone time tonight

Sally starts calling the shots and yells at Khaos to pick Biggs up and gives him the Greetings from Hell Michigan. Khaos sets him up and CJ gets back up and takes Khaos down with a clothesline and spears Sally to the mat and starts attacking her. The two roll out of the ring and exchange punches and CJ gets a hold of Sally and hooks her up for the Stamp of Approval. CJ looks into the crowd who are cheering for him and then Sally breaks free and jumps over the ring barrier and begins walking backwards into the crowd. CJ goes to go after her, but the Ref stops him

Harvey: CJ can’t wait to get his hands on Sally next Sunday at Mayhem

Chase: Hold on a second, what’s Biggs thinking of doing

Biggs, in the ring, with his arm in the cast, is waiting for Khaos to get up to his feet. Khaos slowly does, struggling and Biggs runs at him and nails him in the head with the Cast. Some fans cheer as Khaos hit’s the mat. Biggs stands over Khaos as “Spaceman by the Killers hit the PA. CJ gets into the ring.

Harvey: Could we see Biggs and CJ go at it here?

CJ and Biggs lock eyes. Bigg’s music stops and then CJ extends his hand. Biggs looks at it and at the crowd before shaking it. Biggs music hits again and CJ exit’s the ring, leaving Biggs to stand tall over Khaos

Chase: I don’t think this was a handshake because of Friendship, it was a handshake of Respect

Harvey: What ever it is, we will see Biggs defending his Overdrive Title at Mayhem against Khaos.

Chase: Mayhem is going to be awesome, I can feel it.

Overdrive goes to its final commercial

[President Jeff]

''Alive'' by POD attacks the PA system as the crowd immediately finds themselves on their feet treating the APW world champion with a thunderous applause. Lester Only has the APW Undisputed Championship strapped around his waist with the peace treaty and microphone in hand as he casually marches down the ramp, he stops momentarily and spots at the same attractive lady in attendance Ryan Ruckus had encountered earlier who reaches over the barricade and plants a kiss on his cheek. Lester Only is slightly taken a back as her boyfriend leans over and clunks fists with the APW Undisputed champion.

''YOU ROCK DUDE!''

Lester Only smiles confidently as he continues on down towards the ring and stomps his way up the steps, exploding with a burst of the energy as he slips under the middle rope and showboats for all his fans who treat him with yet another huge pop.

Harvey: Well, tonight's you're lucky night Chase... broken arm in all! Tonight is the official Johnny Chase appreciate night.

Chase: Yay, me!

Lester ''L1'' Only: First and foremost let me start this off by saying, Johnny Chase... you are a great man and all these great APW fans appreciate you and all you have done! And while you may be a little biased and you may have a knack for cheering on the bad guy at times... we still love you!

The crowd cheers showing some love for the one armed commentator who nearly begins to cry at the praise he's receiving from his idol.

Lester ''L1'' Only: Johnny, I will be signing your cast after the show to commemorate this great night but right now there are a bit more urgent matters to discuss concerning Ryan Ruckus and his actions over the last few weeks...

The crowd immediately begins to boo the second they hear the name ''Ryan Ruckus'' while Lester Only nods his head along with the boos acknowledging the hate they had for him.

Lester ''L1'' Only: Earlier tonight me, my lawyers and President Jeff sat down in Jeff's very own office and discussed several amendments made to the peace treaty to ensure we get a quality match out of Ryan Ruckus and keep his mayhem... away from mayhem where I defend MY APW Undisputed championship. And in this we devised one amendment which changes the entire dynamic of our match next Sunday.

Lester Only smiles.

Lester 'L1'' Only: You see, Ryan Ruckus over the past few weeks has had his goons attack and fail every single time. He's tried to set up traps, I wouldn't fall for. He's tried to do everything under the sun to undermine me, the Undisputed championship and most importantly, you fans. So in turn, I introduced a stipulation to this match that has never been done before...

The fans are excited at this point and Lester Only seems just as excited to announce the news as they are to hear it.

Lester ''L1'' Only: A steel cage match! Oh, but not just -any- steel cage match! This cage is specifically modified to ensure the best warrior not -coward- wins. You see, this steel cage is designed not to escape but to keep you in and anyone else on the outside out. The escape route climbing up the cage is enforced with football fields of barbed wire. You don't climb over it without slicing your torso in half! The exit door is enforced with a concrete block. You don't escape through that, either. The steel cage? No chain link fences... we're going for the old school feel. Metal jail bars. In other words... there is no escape.

The crowd is off their feet hearing the news. Ryan Ruckus was going to get the beat down he deserved. It was if everyone was excited... except Ryan Ruckus.

R2: Woah, woah, woah!

Ryan Ruckus expresses as he storms out onto stage waving his hand back and forth trying to grab everyone's attention. Ryan Ruckus paces back and forth at the top of the ramp in protest.

R2: This is unfair and you know it, Lester! You've been stacking the deck against me ever since you made this stupid peace treaty!

Lester ''L1'' Only: You signed it!

Harvey: Well, Lester does have a point here! The stipulation seems rather reasonable to me both are under the exact same stipulation and environment, Chase.

Chase: If anything, I think Lester Only should be a little more biased in his own favour!

Ryan Ruckus grits his teeth as he begins to march down the ramp towards the ring, he hops over the top rope and marches up to Lester ''L1'' Only.

R2: You're only doing this because deep down Lester, you fear me! You know that I am going to be wearing that APW Undisputed championship at the end of the night!

The crowd boos Ryan Ruckus as Lester Only let's out a light hearted chuckle as he unstraps his title belt from around his waist.

Lester ''L1'' Only: You know, you're right Ryan...

Lester Only says as he takes the title belt off his waist and puts it around Ryan Ruckus's shoulder. Ryan Ruckus merely stares at Lester Only in confusion as Lester Only takes a two steps back and drops to his knees and drops his head down towards the canvas in defeat.

R2: Finally you admit defeat!

Lester Only suddenly lifts his head and mocks Ryan Ruckus by taking a snapshots as if his hands were a make shift camera before he kips up to his feet and plays to the crowd.

Lester ''L1'' Only: Here, here everybody... LOOK! Ryan Ruckus is the APW Undisputed Champion! Tonight is a historic night—get a good glimpse of his ugly mug because for first time ever, you've seen the alternative ending to a story that is going to play out in just under two weeks! And when I say alternative, I mean... Ryan Ruckus isn't going to actually win!

Lester Only turns to Ryan Ruckus.

Lester ''L1'' Only: Thanks for playing, I wannabe a champ!

Lester Only reaches over to grab his APW Undisputed championship off the shoulder of Ryan Ruckus, but Ruckus pulls back and takes his case to the microphone.

R2: You are not going to get the last laugh here tonight! I am tired of being treated the lesser one of our equation. I am sick of being overlooked and treated like a joke! Lastly, I refuse to follow any of your rules!

Ryan Ruckus snatches the peace treaty from Lester Only and proceeds to rip it in half. This sends the fans into a booing frenzy, as Lester Only is in a state of shock himself. Ryan Ruckus lets the peace treaty to fall to the mat like confetti.

Lester ''L1'' Only: Ripping the peace treaty is breaking the peace treaty. Do you understand what you just did, you idiot!?

Ryan Ruckus merely smiles.

R2: War NOT peace...

Suddenly, Ryan Ruckus runs forward grabs hold of Lester Only's head and drops him face first onto the undisputed championship with a THUNDEROUS CLUSTERRUCK! The crowd explodes with boos as a seated Ryan Ruckus admires the damage done to an unconscious Lester Only who's laying on his title belt as if it was a pillow!

Harvey: Oh my god! Ryan Ruckus just took out Lester Only! This breaks the peace treaty, what does this mean for Mayhem?

Chase: Ryan Ruckus is up to something, there's no way he'd do something like this and give away his title shot!

Ryan Ruckus crawls over to a discarded microphone laying beside Lester Only, as he casually lays back beside the downed body of the APW undisputed champion.

R2: I'm not as dumb as you think Lester Only. Your peace treaty is null and void under the unfair contract agreement of 1977; essentially, you forced me into signing a contract I wanted to take no part in. I never play by rules, silly rabbit...

Ryan Ruckus laughs mechanically into the microphone as his hands slap the mat over and over again; tears are forming in his eyes having put one over a man who has put one over on so many before them; Lester Only, he had lost his touch. There was a new man in town now... Ryan Ruckus.

Harvey: This is sick! I hope Lester Only gives Ryan Ruckus the beat down he deserves at Mayhem! Though, it'll be no easy task. Lester Only is 0-2 at that event, only ever having lost a total of three singles matches in an APW ring!

Chase: I'm afraid to tell you all this is all for Thursday Night Overdrive and perhaps the last time we'll know Lester Only as our undisputed champion after Mayhem...

The scene ends with Ryan Ruckus continuing to laugh hysterically in the ring, as the APW logo flashes across the screen and scene begins to fade...

R2: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA