Meltdown - Saskatoon, Saskatchewan - 01/14/13

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DarkMatch - Battle Royal (Over the Top)
Alexander Idol vs. “Perfection” Maddi Lewis vs. Anthony "The Future" Washington vs. Savannah vs. Christian Taylor vs. Assassin

Before the live show six competitors stood in the middle of the ring for the advertised Over the top battle royal match. The six consisted of APW veteran Assassin and five rookies. From the ramp Alexander Duvall and Sienna Harrison cast discerning eyes over the try-outs.

The match began with Assassin looking to assert himself. Anthony Washington was quick to duck under a running clothesline. Maddi Lewis and Savannah were not so lucky though, as the pair, gossiping, were upended by the runaway train with extended arms that was Assassin. On the other side of the ring Washington and Alexander Idol started a double team number on Christian Taylor.

Meanwhile, Assassin continued to rampage. First he lifted Maddi Lewis by the hair and tossed her over the top rope like a ragdoll. Next he grabbed Savannah and lifted her into a military press, pressing her four or five times before running across the ring and launching her YARDS over the top rope, over the crowd barrier...a group of spectators quickly moved to create a hole in the crowd and it was into this hole, with just a few upright steel chairs for soft landing, that Savannah crashed into. Assassin smiled as he considered how he eliminated those two wrestlers like they were never there.

ELIMINATED: “PERFECTION” MADDI LEWIS

ELIMINATED: SAVANNAH

On the other side of the ring, Taylor and Idol are worked together to try and get Washington over the top rope. However it all went wrong when Washington lifted Alexander Idol over the top rope with a back body drop and Idol crashed face first onto the floor. Assassin moved across, lifted Taylor up by the legs and flung him over the top like a piece of trash; Taylor’s flight ended with him splashing onto Alexander Idol who was reeling from the pain in his face.

ELIMINATED: ALEXANDER IDOL

ELIMINATED: CHRISTIAN TAYLOR

That left two, the only two competitors really worth the column space: Assassin and Anthony “The Future” Washington. Assassin, being the more experienced man, took charge, pushing Washington back into a corner, and then pounded at Washington’s torso with his ham-sized fists. Assassin whipped Washington across the ring and followed through with a body-crunching corner splash. Assassin dragged Washington out of the corner then launched him across the ring with a devastating belly to belly suplex.

As Washington got to his feet Assassin swooped in and locked on the Light Out (rear naked choke), but Washington managed to get to his feet, and being the taller man this altered the leverage in his favour. A snappy mule kick put an end to the hold, then Washington bounced off the ropes and nailed Assassin with the Futuristic Drop (Lifting knee to the face/swinging neckbreaker combination). Now Washington got to his feet and started to stalk Assassin, no doubt looking for the 15 Seconds of Fame.

However Assassin ducked the kick and as Washington spun around to face him again Assassin drove him into the mat with a huge powerslam. Assassin tried to lift Washington and toss him over the top rope, but Washington landed on the apron on his feet. Assassin swung an arm, Washington ducked and hit a shoulder thrust through the middle rope. Washington climbed to the top rope and let fly, landing on Assassin’s shoulders. However, the APW vet caught Washington and tried to powerbomb him over the top rope. Washington countered at the last with a headscissors that pulled Assassin over the top. Both men crashed to the floor, but it was Assassin who hit the deck first with Washington landing on top of him.

ELIMINATED: ASSASSIN

WINNER: ANTHONY “THE FUTURE” WASHINGTON

Washington got to his feet and threw his arms in the air, doubtless delighted about winning on his APW audition. Assassin, so dominant throughout the match, was left frustrated, in spite of an impressive return.

THe Pyro goes off and the camera pans around the Red Hot crowd in the arena as everybody is ready to begin APW's only Monday Night show! The fan signs read "WHO IS THE PHENOM?", "JK BON BONS GIVE ME DIARRHEA", "I WANNA WIN SURVIVE AND CONQUER", and "I WANNA GET CHOCOLATE WASTED!"

West: Welcome everyone to another great edition of Meltdown where tonight we have a JAM PACKED show for you! The tag team champions....the Dying Breed will be in action as well as......

Harris: As well as Tuhoa Valo claiming the North American championship. And speaking of the champ.....


Nemesis starts to play as a mix reaction from the crowd drowns out the music. The arena fills with strobe lighting, as smoke begins to come up from the entrance ramp. Slowly, Tuhoa Valo creeps out from behind the curtain with his head down, and his hair dripping wet. As the tempo of the song picks up, he quickly lifts his head, as his hair flies back, and the water from his hair goes in every direction. He raises his arms into the air, and a lightning bolt strikes directly in front of him, at the top of the ramp. He immediately begins a dead-run straight to the ring, sliding in, and getting right to his feet. He runs to the far-right corner, and gets on the second rope, staring around at the crowd. As he steps down from the rope, he demands a microphone, and his request is granted. As his music dies out, the fans continue to boo, letting him know exactly what they think of “the Finnish Phenom”.

The Finnish Phenom: You know, regardless of what any of you morons have to say, there’s actually somebody who matters standing in the ring right now. So keep your voices down, and get your fat ass children to shut up, too!

West: Listen to these people, they hate him!

Harris: Got to love that Finnish accent, though!

The Finnish Phenom: I came out here to let each and every one of you know that tonight, Tuhoa Valo PROMISES he’ll make history! Two out of three falls, Tuhoa Valo and Logan Alexander? Come on, I’ve got this match in the bag! That APW North American Championship, it’s mine!

The fans continue to boo, but Valo doesn’t seem to care.

The Finnish Phenom: But I came out here really, to let you all know exactly what you’re in store for! When I become your champion, you won’t have to be ashamed to come to a Meltdown event! For the first time ever, you will be able to proudly come to a Meltdown event, and for the first time ever, you will be purely entertained! No more male models wearing that belt, and no more bitching and moaning, or cutting in line! This show has been an absolute snooze fest, and I plan on changing that. For all of you, I have worked my tail to the bone, preparing for this takeover! No longer will you have to sit through boring matches, with horrible wrestlers! No longer will you have to shake your head, turn the other way, or turn the channel, because there will be no lackluster talents allowed on my watch! I will be your champion, I will be a champion of, and for the people! I…

All of the sudden, Alexander Duvalls voice can be heard, as he walks out onto the ramp.

Alexander Duvall: Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait just a minute. Did I hear you just say that my show is a snooze fest? Is that right, Mr. Valo? Well, I’ll be honest, I had high hopes for you, I really did. But if you’re going to come out here and run down MY show, then we’re not on the same page. You better win tonight, Valo! You better win! Because if you don’t, I’ve got to admit, I don’t know if I’m going to give you another shot for a while. I mean, like you said, there’s no cutting in line, and you might find yourself at the back of the line, if you don’t win tonight. And you know as well as I do, that line is looking pretty long. So good luck, Mr. Valo. And for the record, I’m still pulling for you. But truth be told, I’ll be looking to rid you of the title, the same way I am Logan. Never ever cross me, or talk down my show! Because I promise, you’ll pay for it!

Duvalls music hits as he smirks at the Finnish Phenom. We then head to commercial break.

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Fresh from commercial break we join Shane West & Dick Harris ringside.

Harris: So that’s how I met my first ex-wife, Wait! You hear that Shane?

West: Yeah I do dick. Hello ladies and gentleman…Ahhh it’s been bough to my attention, during the commercial break we learned there was an incident earlier in the day. It seems the two individuals involved were Amy Zing and Young Mannie’s Uncle Charlie, It seems that the incident was caught on video. We have some footage, we must warn you this is hard to watch.

A stretch limo pulls up in the parking lot area, the limo stops dead center in front of entrance. The middle door reads the initials of “T.M.A.”, As a Chauffeur quickly rushes to the back door, as the door opens a pair of blue-suede shows touch the ground, follow by the appearance of an 8-Ball cane. The cane can only mean one thing, the person is Uncle Charlie and as for “The Main Attraction” Young Mannie he nowhere to be seen. Uncle Charlie steps out the door of the limo, talking on his cell phone. The conversation picks and seems the person the other line is Young Mannie.

Uncle Charlie: Yeah so dig it, I got a limo and everything. Tonight is going to be epic. I have so many things in store for you, we are going to celebrate the debut of “The Main Attraction” properly.

Mannie: I don’t know what I would do without you Uncle, you been there since I was a kid. I owe a lot to you, and I will never forget that.

Uncle Charlie: I know, I know…Don’t get soft on me! Just be prepared for the night of your life. Wait…Hold on Mannie. Yo! Pop this trunk man. I got things to do before my nephew gets here, so let’s hurry it up. A nephew let me call you back, you don’t worry about a thing, because your Uncle got this.

Uncle Charlie stands around as he waits for the Chauffeur to get his bags but the Chauffeur isn’t responding, So Uncle Charlie walks to the driver’s seat and the Chauffer is missing. He is confused and angry as he stomps on the ground.

Uncle Charlie: It’s so damn hard finding good help these days, Especially in Canada. So if you want something done, you have to do it yourself.

Uncle Charlie stares in a the rear view mirror before strolling around to the back as he tries to get the trunk open but to no avail as it won’t budge, Just before he’s about to quit the trunk suddenly bursts open as Amy Zing lifts it up, she jabs Uncles Charlie in the throat with a tire iron.

Uncle Charlie holds his throat gasping for air, as he in still able to squeeze the words “You Bitch” from his mouth. Amy climbs out, swinging the tire iron into the back of Charles’ knee. Ignoring his pain, Amy lifts him up off the floor and throws him against the car. She slams the trunk down on him and then lifts it to dump him inside. She enters the car, putting her seatbelt on.

Turning the car around, Amy hits the gas and slams it trunk first against the wall. There is a sickening sound of metal being crushed.

The car pulls forward. Glass can be seen everywhere, most of all falling from the rear as lights are also hanging off. Amy Zing steps out of the car, popping the trunk. She twists the tire iron in her hand as she lifts the trunk.

Amy Zing: Sorry about that Charlie, You know us women drivers. Oddly enough I switched the clutch by accident. I had the silly thing in reverse. Oops.


Amy shrugs and starts swinging the tire iron down on Uncle Charlie three times. There is no regret, no remorse in her eyes as she looks into the trunk.

Amy Zing: Who’s the bitch now? Next time, I will not be so nice.


Amy walks away still holding the tire iron, some roadies soon arrive with EMT’s. The roadies left not too long after they saw Amy Zing pop out the trunk with the tire iron. The EMT’s aide Uncle Charlie, as the video feeds goes off. The video is then replaced back the scene of Hannah still standing around with Mannie & Sienna, Hannah continues the interview after she receives her cue.

Hannah Storm: I know this may be a difficult time right now, especially with Uncle Charlie being hospitalized because Amy Zing. Is it possible to sum how you’re feeling right about now?

Mannie shaking his head in disbelief of such an idiot question, Mannie just stares at Hannah Storm with a lust of malice as she gets the hint and excuses herself from the area. Unable to speak, Mannie tears up as Sienna Harrison quickly lays Mannie head on his shoulder as she whispers something to Mannie which the camera can’t quite pick up, Mannie shakes his head in agreement to whatever she said, as she starts speaking for Mannie.

Sienna Harrison: Mannie’s Uncle Charlie is not a Megastar, not is he a pro-wrestler. So the actions Amy Zing took tonight were horrible and despicable, for someone who wants to have a future in this company she is sure going about it the wrong way. I can insure “The Main Attraction” will be compensated & rewarded for his troubles due to Amy Zing actions. So to handle this in the most proper way, “The Main Attraction” will be receiving Amy Zing’s pay for the entire month of January to help the medical cost of Uncle Charlie.

Mannie: Thank you Sienna...

See I’ve came to a conclusion: You people need me now more than ever. After seeing for myself what Amy did to my Uncle Charlie was just despicable, I mean who would do such a vile thing. Hunh Amy? You think you got my attention now? Because you did or maybe that made you feel better about last week.

Well I don’t care Amy? What you did today was wrong and uncalled for. You know as well everyone else doesn’t I didn’t start anything physical towards you. You drew first blood and we both know that, Hell I will admit my Uncle Charlie came off as a bad guy when he first approached you but it was only after we had that conversation until we actually ran into you. So maybe you, along with everyone else want to know why I have a problem with you. Well see here it is.


Mannie directs the camera to close on his face, as he wants this come off as serious as possible.

Mannie: Amy Zing I flat out don’t like everything you stand for.

You represent everything I hate about pro-wrestling and most of all APW today, you are the reasons why this generation will never appreciate real wrestling and real wrestlers. See while you had all this hype and support overseas in Japan, You have yet to deliver and show at least an ounce of that hype since debuting.

Now while that doesn’t sound like an issue for me to get mad about, it very well is. You are one of the main examples of why “Meltdown” will not rise above the C-Brand reviews. See people like Amy Zing come into my company with all this momentum and take up value time and money with false hope, and before you know they’re gone after a month or a few shows. Now while Amy has stayed it’s just proves my point of how she has been wasting everyone’s time. All you have done worth while, was pose for "Playboy". Wrestling wise you have proven to be what everone else who comes to Meltdown usually tend be, A flash in the pan who won't be here a year later.

See while you were attacking my Uncle Charlie and seeking revenge, you could’ve took the higher rode and made a name for yourself. But what did you do Amy?

You took the low road and now you started something that I will finish.

I don’t plan to take it as easy I was going to at first but now all bets are off, See now I’m going to keep gunning for you and trust I will make your life “The Blueprint” of everything I plan to further on do in APW. So whether you like it or not, you are now my pet project and you will be the footnote of what "The Main Attraction: Era" will be built on.

I promise Amy that while you have sent off the first shot, I will be the who sends the last blow when its over. Don’t kid yourself into thinking I’m a joke, despite all the backstage critics I am very much a threat, when need be. I hope you understand me. So enjoy your moment for now, because I will have the last laugh. So as for the APW Universe…You can thank me later for making APW entertaining and watchable again!

Sienna Harrison: Now if you would excuse us, we have a match to prepare for.


Mannie walks with Sienna down the corridor.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighting in at 231lbs, The Golden One, Eric Steel!

"Hi Haters" plays throughout the pa system as the crowd boos the song, realizing who's coming. Eric Steel comes from the curtains, walking with a little swagger to his step. He smirks as he continue to stroll along with a chip on his shoulder. He walks up the stairs, raising his right arm in the air. He paces back and forth, waiting for his opponent.

Paige: And from Evansville, Indiana, weighting in at 195lbs. Jake Youngblood!

“Going in Blind” begins to play. Jake takes a few steps down the entrance ramp. He adjusts his wrist tape as he slowly makes his way to the ring. Jake slides underneath the bottom rope and runs up the nearest turnbuckle. He raises his hands as the fans cheer.

Eric Steel vs. Jake Youngblood

The referee calls for the bell as the two men begin to circle around the ring. They lock up in the middle, collar and elbow tie-up. Steel backs Youngblood up into the corner, and the referee calls for a break. The two break clean, but before Steel can back up, Youngblood reverses roles, tossing Steel into the corner. After a ton of rights and lefts, Steel staggers out of the corner, and is caught by Youngblood with a Northern Lights Suplex!

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West: What a suplex! Jake Youngblood looking like a veteran in there!

Harris: A simple suplex isn’t enough to put Eric Steel away, though! He’s going to have to stay on top of the Golden One, if he’s going to get that three count!

Youngblood doesn’t slow down, as he pops up off the mat, and starts delivering boots to the body of Eric Steel. As the Golden One staggers to his feet, Youngblood dashes across the ring. Ducking a clothesline, Steel sees the perfect opportunity, delivering a vicious dropkick, that sends both men down to the ground. Both men get up at the same time, but Steel sends Youngblood back down to the mat, with another dropkick. Both men get back up once again, Youngblood goes for another desperation clothesline. Ducking the clothesline once again, Steel grabs the arm of Youngblood, following through and delivering a swinging neck breaker. Steel goes for the cover…

Harris: Devastation! Devastation! Eric Steels version of the swinging neck breaker!

West: The cover!

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West: Wow! Jake Youngblood kicked out of Steels swinging neck breaker! Tough kid!

Harris: Might have been a bit too early for that move, we continue!

With the momentum now on his side, Eric Steel takes this opportunity to plead his case to the referee. With the referee backed into the corner, Steel continues to belittle him verbally, leaving Jake Youngblood to recuperate.

Harris: Steel, don’t turn around! Don’t turn around, Steel!

West: Do it! Do it! Do it!

Steel stops his verbal assault and slowly begins to turn around. As he does, Youngblood charges at him, delivering a magnitude of elbows to the face. With Steel groggy, Youngblood delivers a hiptoss, followed right away by a leg drop. He drags his opponent up, delivering a European uppercut, that sends Steel back down.

Harris: Wait, no! What’s Youngblood doing?

West: Dragonsleeper! Dragonsleeper! Steel could tap out!

Fighting the pain and lack of oxygen, Steel attempts to fight his way to the ropes.

Harris: Come on, Eric! Come on Eric! You can do it!

Almost there, Youngblood sees that he’s about to be forced to break the hold, and attempts to drag him back to the middle of the ring. All of the sudden, Steel quickly sees his opening, grabbing the head of Youngblood.

Harris: Steel Cutter! Steel Cutter! Steel Cutter out of nowhere!

West: The cover!

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Harris: He did it! He did it! Eric Steel did it!

Paige: Here is your winner, the Golden One, Eric Steel!

West: Youngblood took his eye off the ball for a fraction of a second there, and Eric Steel made him pay! I see nothing but good things in the future for this guy! Such a talent, just a bad attitude!

Harris: What are you talking about, he’s the total package! I love it, he’s great!

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The Saskatoon audience roars as we see the bubbly, smiling figure of our Suicidal Champion, AJP, practically skipping through the parking lot to the doors that lead into the arena. However, as soon as she throws them open, the crowd's cheers swiftly shift to boos and Sienna Harrison takes a step outside, glaring at Parker.

Sienna: Where is he?

AJP: Oh, geeze Sienna... nice to see you too. My evening was great. How was y-?

Sienna: No. No games tonight, Parker. You're on thin ice right now. I had half a mind to ban you from the arena tonight.

Parker smiles sarcastically.

AJP: I'm sure you did. It's 10 times easier to screw Logan out of his title without me there to screw it up, right?

Sienna: Hm. I forgot how adorable you were, Jess. Really.

AJP: How could you forget? OH! How's Kaylyn doing? Did she get my get-well card?!

Sienna tilts her head upward and glares at Aubrey, shaking her head although the crowd is roaring at the reminder. Aubrey throws up her hands defensively.

AJP: Look. I don't know where Logan is. If I did, I'd be with him.

Sienna: Bull.

AJP: I'm telling you the truth. I have no idea where he is. Why do you care anyway?

Sienna: I need to speak to him about-- WHY am I explaining myself to you? Ugh. If you see him, PLEASE tell him to come find me.

Parker halfheartedly salutes Sienna. Sienna scoffs and rolls her eyes. She turns to walk back into the building but stops and points a finger at Parker.

Sienna: I don't want to see your face at ringside for any reason tonight. Don't interfere with my matches.

Aubrey places a hand to her cheek and feigns shock.

AJP: Me? I would never.

Sienna glares at her and turns, marching back into the building. Parker laughs a little and shakes her head, following her inside a few seconds after.


Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring from Brooklyn, New Your, weighting in at 162lbs. Cid Phoenix!

The lights go out throughout the arena, followed by at least 20 seconds of silence. Suddenly, Aiden's "Die, Die, Die My Darling" echoes hauntingly over the loudspeakers, as the ActionTron springs to life with the shaky animated word, 'Die' flashed across the Tron Screen... As the music hits a thunderous crescendo, Cid Phoenix appears from behind the curtains to deafening cheers. He pounds his chest, and takes in the moment before sauntering down the aisle. He exchanges high fives with fans, and even gets a few kisses from several ladies in the crowd before rolling beneath the ropes to stand up and await his opponent.

Paige: And from Edinburg, Scotland, weighting in at 260lbs. Gods gift to women, Evan McDonald!

The opening drumbeat to "A Devil In God's Country" by Lamb of God blares over the PA system and once the riff starts Evan comes out with a cocky smirk on his face, he kisses an attractive woman at ringside before he rolls into the ring and poses for the crowd as they boo him.

Evan McDonald vs. Cid Phoenix

The referee calls for the bell as McDonald starts off quickly, darting towards Phoenix and sending him to the mat with a large elbow to the face. Stomping on the body of Phoenix, Evan doesn’t seem ready to lay off the assault. Phoenix fights to a vertical base, as Evan attempts to deliver a right hand. Blocking the right hand, Phoenix begins a flurry of offensive rights and lefts, backing McDonald up into the corner. Shortly after, Phoenix sends McDonald across to the other side, following closely behind, delivering a corner splash. As Evan staggers out of the corner, Phoenix delivers a spinning wheel kick, that sends Evan down to the mat.

Harris: Come on, Evan! You’re better than this dork!

West: You think he’d be dominating! He outweighs Phoenix by 100lbs.!

Deciding not to go for the cover, Phoenix stays on top of McDonald, by delivering a flurry of mounted punches, before deciding to get to his feet, and allow the bigger man up. Once up, McDonald out of instinct, begins to swing wildly, as Cid continues to weave around the fists. Phoenix sees an opening, dropkicking the knee of McDonald, which sends him down on one knee. With a great idea, Phoenix darts across the ring, coming back and delivering yet another spinning wheel kick. This time, he does go for the cover.

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West: Phoenix almost had him there!

Harris: No, no way! Evan McDonald is a supreme athlete, one that will soon take over this contest! Just watch!

Phoenix isn’t detoured by the two count, as he gets to his feet and waits for McDonald to do the same. Charging at the bigger competitor, Phoenix doesn’t realize that McDonald has him scouted. The Scotsman surprises his opponent by turning around and delivering a thunderous clothesline, that sends the smaller man down to the ground. Knowing that he now has 100% control, McDonald takes a moment to regain his composure. Allowing Phoenix time to get up, Evan goes on the assault with a few headbutts. With Phoenix out on his feet, McDonald kicks him in the stomach, and delivers a piledriver that would knock a normal man out. Electing not to go for the cover, McDonald sees that he can pretty much have his way with the smaller combatant, and begins toying with him.

West: Come on, now! Look at this! This is disgusting! Kicking him while he’s down, making sure he’s out… And then you stand above him and pose for the ladies!?!? Disgusting! I can’t… Wait, wait! Inside Cradle!

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West: So close! McDonald should know better! Cid Phoenix almost squeezed out the victory there, with the Inside Cradle!

Harris: But the Scotsman is just too good to fall victim to that! This match continues!

Both men get to their feet, exchanging rights and lefts. Just too powerful for his smaller opponent, McDonald gets the advantage, and backs Phoenix up into the corner. Using the ropes to his advantage, the Scotsman delivers a huge Hangman’s Neck breaker!

Harris: This should be it! It’s over!

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West: The kid is just too tough! Too tough to lose that way!

McDonald doesn’t seemed pleased, and gets to his feet ready to pounce on his foe. As Phoenix slowly gets to his feet, McDonald sets him up with a kick to the stomach, ready to deliver Scottish Pride.

Harris: There it is! He hit it! It’s over!

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Harris: It’s over! It’s over! The big Scotsman won!

Paige: Here is your winner, Gods gift to women, Evan McDonald!

West: A great showing for both men! But the power advantage was just too much for the smaller Cid Phoenix!

Harris: What a showing for McDonald! Cid who? It’s all about Gods gift to women!

West: Yeah, you would think he is.

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Our cameras cut to the backstage area, and the Saskatoon crowd cheers as Overdrive Megastar and former Xtreme Champion, John Dionysus appears on the screen. He stops in front of the door to a private box which reads "JOHN DIONYSUS" and gives a short, dry chuckle. He shakes his head a little bit and begins to push the door open, but--

?: John!

Dionysus turns and arches an eyebrow as Evan Envi approaches him to a loud, mixed reaction from the audience.

Evan: Glad you decided to show up.

Dionysus: I suppose it would be rude to decline an open invitation.

Evan smirks and folds his arms over his chest.

Evan: You sly devil. You came here to watch the Dying Breed in action, didn't you? You want to be my partner for the Tag Team Titles after all!

John's expression doesn't change. He studies Evan, but doesn't speak.

Evan: Fine. Fine... I know that's the match Rebel wants to advertise but he's given us an extension... A window. We have until the end of the show to reach a decision. After tonight, he can't make changes to his card.

Dionysus: That all sounds convenient. Listen Evan, I’m flattered that you’re pushing this, but I don’t know; I need to get my head around it. After all it was only a few weeks ago you were insulting me and at Christmas Chaos you kicked me in the nuts to win a match, now you’re trying to be my ally.

A flash of frustration disturbs Envi’s face, but he quickly slips back into his friendly demeanour.

Evan: John, I’ve apologised for that, and I’ll apologise a thousand times more if it means you will accept I am genuine about this.

Dionysus: Just give me a bit of time to think it over again.

Evan: Well, don't think about it too long!

Dionysus: Don’t worry, I promise I’ll give you an answer before the end of the show.

Evan sighs lightly and nods, giving a mild shrug to emphasize his empathy.

Evan: Alright, man. If you need me, I'll be in Sienna and Duvall's office.

Evan laughs and unfolds his arms.

Evan: Wicked place. You should hang around.

Evan gives John Dionysus a nod and turns, walking away and disappearing down the corridor. The camera fades out on John's thoughtful gaze.

Our cameras cut to the backstage area, and the Saskatoon crowd cheers as Overdrive Megastar and former Xtreme Champion, John Dionysus appears on the screen. He stops in front of the door to a private box which reads "JOHN DIONYSUS" and gives a short, dry chuckle. He shakes his head a little bit and begins to push the door open, but--

?: John!

Dionysus turns and arches an eyebrow as Evan Envi approaches him to a loud, mixed reaction from the audience.

Evan: Glad you decided to show up.

Dionysus: I suppose it would be rude to decline an open invitation.

Evan smirks and folds his arms over his chest.

Evan: You sly devil. You came here to watch the Dying Breed in action, didn't you? You want to be my partner for the Tag Team Titles after all!

John's expression doesn't change. He studies Evan, but doesn't speak.

Evan: Fine. Fine... I know that's the match Rebel wants to advertise but he's given us an extension... A window. We have until the end of the show to reach a decision. After tonight, he can't make changes to his card.

Dionysus: That all sounds convenient. Listen Evan, I’m flattered that you’re pushing this, but I don’t know; I need to get my head around it. After all it was only a few weeks ago you were insulting me and at Christmas Chaos you kicked me in the nuts to win a match, now you’re trying to be my ally.

A flash of frustration disturbs Envi’s face, but he quickly slips back into his friendly demeanour.

Evan: John, I’ve apologized for that, and I’ll apologize a thousand times more if it means... That you will accept that I am genuine about this.

Dionysus: ...Just give me a bit of time to think it over again.

Evan: Well, don't think about it too long!

Dionysus: Don’t worry, I promise I’ll give you an answer before the end of the show.

Evan sighs lightly and nods, giving a mild shrug to emphasize his empathy.

Evan: Alright, man. If you need me, I'll be in Sienna and Duvall's office.

Evan laughs and unfolds his arms.

Evan: Wicked place. You should hang around.

Evan gives John Dionysus a nod and turns, walking away and disappearing down the corridor. The camera fades out on John's thoughtful gaze.

Nicky Page: The following handicap match is for one fall. Introducing first, she hails from Los Angeles California and weighs in at one hundred and twenty-five pounds…NIOBE ‘NIGHTMARE’ MARTIN!

As the opening of “Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold starts to play, the video flashes on the titantron of a camera panning up a grassy hill at night slowly until it gets to the top, panning from left to right, lightning flashing in the sky as the opening guitar rift plays. Niobe appears on the hilltop, standing with her legs shoulder width apart, arms down at her sides as she slowly makes her way down the hill before breaking into a run just as the beginning lyrics play...

Nightmare!
Now your nightmare comes to life...

Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides…her right elbow heavily taped up.

Dragged you down below
Down to the devils show
To be his guest forever
Peace of mind is less than never…

As the lyrics of the song continue to play, she drops her arms and walks down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. She stands up and throws off the hood of her jacket, pointing a finger at the crowd with a smile. Even though cheering part of the Canadian crowd knew the reason for that elbow being taped up.

Nicky Page: And her opponents…first, accompanied by Alexander Duvall, he hails from Washington DC and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds…‘THE MAIN ATTRACTION’ YOUNG MANNIE!

The beginning of “Another Way” airs through the P.A. system building anticipation. Mannie emerges only to meet a wave of boos while Duvall wasn’t fare behind him. Mannie begins to casually walks down the ramp, in his entire glowing in the dark sweatsuit, but the expression on his face did reveal some concern. This could have been caused by his Uncle Charlie being in hospital. Mannie soaks in the hate as a custom Dark-Orchid coloured stairwell, which reads “The-Main-Attraction” spaced on each step, is placed in front of the middle apron. As Mannie strides up the steps Duvall made his own way around the ring to a neatly set up pair of chairs by the commentary table. By the time Duvall has sat himself down on one of those chairs Mannie has just entered the ring.

They say we wanted attention

Without being given the time to remove his sweatsuit, those five words of “Ignite” by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela immediately cuts off his theme. This caused Mannie to glance towards the stage in annoyance. This not only caused Niobe to glare back towards the stage but also was greeted by a surprising amount of boos from the people in attendance. A purple-haired lady comes out from the backstage area with a black jacket draped over her shoulders. If anything the originally negative response that the fans gave out to Robina Hood, the very woman who attempted to put their beloved Niobe on the shelf last week, gained magnitude when, with a black jacket draped over her shoulders, Miss Hood came out with Sienna Harrison by her side.

Nicky Page: And his partner, accompanied by Sienna Harrison, she comes from Sherwood Forest and weighs in tonight at one hundred and thirty-two pounds…ROBINA HOOD!

As she was introduced the forest-dweller threw her arms up high in the air, causing the jacket to fly off her shoulder and onto the floor. She then proceeds to make her way down the aisle towards the ring as Sienna confidently strutted alongside the purple haired rookie. The crowd booed more and more while some of the younger members were nervously quiet as Robina walked pass them, her eyes shifting between Niobe and her supposed to be partner. But instead of going straight to the ring steps the Brit escorted Sienna around the ring, all the way to the chair by her co-GM and waited until Miss Harrison was comfortable before sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring, just in time to spin 270 degrees and punch the air as the words ‘watch me ignite’ goes through the P.A. System. This actually elected louder boos from the audience as well as an applause from Sienna but Robina’s next attention was looking back and forth from her partner, who has taken his sweatsuit off by the time she appeared on the stage, to her opposition.

Shane West: I’m not sure if its wise for Young Mannie to be out here competing while Uncle Charlie has been hospitalised.

Dick Harris: I know that he is possibly emotionally confused but this match might be our greatest opportunity to see how he does without Charlie nearby.

Shane West: Well last week Sienna was pleased by Robina’s work, which is the reason by Niobe Martin’s right elbow has been taped up, and has given Miss Hood a chance to causing an ‘accident’…but can Mannie really trust someone so remorseless?

Dick Harris: Well Shane, you might have been pleased with her actions but I for one was impressed with Robina’s debut. So I did a little research on her and from what little I could find, Miss Hood views herself more as a lone wolf than a team willing player.

Young Mannie & Robina Hood vs. Niobe Martin

As the commentators spoke the Brit eyes began to fixate themselves on her opponent’s arm, more specifically her right arm, and grinned a bit sickly at it. But before she could move away the corner the official stood both her and Mannie that only one of them can start the match…which Mannie simply replied by walking pass the ref, signalling that he wants to start. Robina wasn’t glad about this but after some stern words from the referee, and Sienna shouting out so she could hear her, the forest-dweller finally relented and stood herself on the apron. Niobe meanwhile waited back at her own corner and waved towards the crowd that cheered her in return. The official signalled for the bell to ring and once it rung the match as begun. Miss Martin approached the much bigger Young Mannie…yet instead of going for her he turned around, slapped his partner on her shoulder and moved out to stand on the apron. This got the crowd to boo and chant ‘Mannie suck!’ while Robina simply said “what’s the point in that?” before entering the ring. Martin and Hood began to circle around the ring and when they got close enough to each other the two got into a collar-and-elbow tie-up but the moment Robina tried to pull out into some kind of armlock Niobe flattened the purple haired girl with a stiff clothesline. Without giving her opponent any time to get up the blonde got onto a mount position and began to pummel the Brit with punch after punch, all blows coming from her left arm even though she’s right-handed.

Shane West: Instantly Niobe is beating down Robina! Her rage is completely fuelled by the pain and embarrassment she suffered in their match last week.

Dick Harris: But take notice of how Niobe is not using her right hand, she clearly doesn’t want to make that elbow worst than what it already is.

Martin finally puts an end to her own barrage and stands up before laying down a few stomps. She then throws a wild left hand at Mannie. He easily ducked it but what he didn’t expect was for Robina to get back up and push Niobe towards him, causing the two of them to crack skull against skull. This knocked the male off the apron and onto the floor while it also caused the blonde to stumble backwards, completely dazed, and when she turned around Robina laid her out with a reverse elbow. Instead of instantly going for a cover the Brit dragged Niobe towards the ring ropes but instead of getting up she slid out of the ring while dragging Niobe’s right arm to the outside, with her elbow specifically above the apron edge. The referee began demanding the purple haired girl to get back in the ring but Robina has other plans as she raised Martin’s right hand up and pulled it straight down, slamming the elbow against the apron edge. This caused Niobe to scream out in pain, familiar to last week’s steps incident, but when she rolled to the side in an attempt to pull her arm away from the forest-dweller…she was met with a dose of red mist in the eyes. The crowd booed extremely to this as Robina rolled under the bottom to break the count before rolling out onto the apron itself.

Shane West: Come on Robina, you’ve already done enough damage last week, can’t you just have a clean match?

Dick Harris: Some streets in England would actually consider this a clean match.

Shane West: But this isn’t some street! This is APW and these people could possibly be the future, but I can’t condone such brutal actions.

And the brutality is nowhere near over yet as the Brit stood up on the apron and took a few steps back. “This is for you,” was barely heard from Robina’s lips as she pointed to Sienna before walking forwards, jumping in the front and…oh god! Robina just use her whole bodyweight to crush Niobe’s right forearm and hand, making her elbow almost popping out on that ring apron. The loud, pain-filled, cry of anguish that departed the blonde’s lips could have been easily heard through the amount of pure hatred the crowd were giving Miss Hood as she rolled back in the ring. Sienna stood up from her chair and applauded this but while the official and Robina were arguing over what she did Mannie, who has fully recovered his wit, hits an incredibly stiff knee strike to Niobe’s face, fully silencing her.

Dick Harris: I knew it! I knew that young Mannie was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Shane West: I can’t believe Sienna and Duvall are applauding this! What a sick pair of…

Dick Harris: If don’t want your cheque replaced by a pink slip, then I would advice you not to finish that sentence.

Shane West: Fine, but there is no possible way that Niobe can ever come back from this.

Mannie got back into his corner and when Robina bent down to grab Niobe’s blonde locks, slapped the back of her back. This caused Miss Hood to spring up and stare directly into Mannie’s eyes, the amount of intensity the same she gave Niobe earlier. Even though pissed off Robina finally exited the ring, when the official’s count reached four, as Mannie cockily entered the ring, dragged Niobe Martin’s almost lifeless body to the middle of the ring and hooked her leg in a pin cover.

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Niobe somehow willed her good arm up, kicking out in the process. This actually caused the male to look shocked and ask the ref if he went too slow. After receiving a ‘no’ answer Mannie clawed and, rather violently, pulled away at the tape until fully ripping it off her right shoulder. He then began to rapidly hit headbutts, elbow strikes and hard chops all over the battered Niobe’s body while occasionally stomping down hard on her right elbow. The crowd booed louder and louder as Mannie dragged Martin up to her feet only hit a hard lariat on her. He repeated this procedure a couple more times before deciding to lean Niobe against the ropes, there he began to knee away at her gut while occasionally elbow striking the blonde’s wounded elbow. But after a while Mannie stepped back and did a backflip out of pure cockiness, which actually annoyed the Brit into demanding a tag. Yet instead of tagging her in Mannie simply taunted her until she said something, it wasn’t clear what she said but the way she mouthed it the words might have been “tag me in before you let your stupid uncle down!” Now this caused a massive argument between the suppose to be partners and this also caused a look of concern to appear on both Duvall’s and Sienna’s faces.

Dick Harris: Oh no, out of all times to finally fallout! Wait until you win the match before having a go at each other. Wait, don’t turn around!

Mannie gave Robina the middle finger before turning around only to be greeted by a super kick…wait, he actually caught it! The male throws the leg around and ducks, resulting in Miss Hood getting clocked by the dragon whip. The crowd erupted into cheers when Robina’s head bounced hard off the floor and started to cheer louder as Niobe ducked Young Mannie’s lariat and hit him with a rather impressive discus back elbow. Luckily Miss Martin chose to use her left arm for that move as she quickly got to the top turnbuckle, waited for the male to get back up and dived off to hit him with a left-handed diving clothesline. The crowd were cheering louder and louder for Niobe as she pointed towards the top turnbuckle, possibly indicating for one of her finishing manoeuvres, but before she could even approach the ropes Mannie reached for her right boot, but was greeted by a left boot right between the eyes.

Shane West: What a wicked strike! Young Mannie must be out of it! And now it looks like Niobe is going up top…

Dick Harris: Hey, Duvall? Why are you leaving your seat?

Shane West: Hey, you jackass, get off the ring apron!

Jackass isn’t something you would call the Co-General Manager but Alexander was indeed on the apron, distracting the official. Niobe noticed this while also spotting that Sienna was trying to enter the ring so she tried to grab Harrison with both hands but the female GM dropped down from the ring apron…CRACK!

Shane West: OH GOD! Robina has a chair and just smashed it against Niobe’s ill-protected elbow! Wait, that’s the Fatal Attraction! Mannie has gather up enough wit to hit his big move! Duvall has gotten off the apron and the official sees Mannie covering Niobe…oh not this way!

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DING! DING! Alicia Keys and Jack Black’s “Another Way” began to play as Mannie got up. Both Alexander and Sienna entered the ring to congratulate Young Mannie while Robina, who has just kicked the dented chair under the ring, slowly applauded the male a smug looking grin.

Nicky Page: Your winners, by pinfall, Robina Hood and Young Mannie!

Shane West: Poor Niobe, she almost had the victory right there…

Dick Harris: She was close, I admit, but close isn’t enough as the four of them simply outsmarted this self-proclaimed “Nightmare.”

Shane West: I knew Niobe had her back up against the wall but, if it wasn’t for Robina and her blasted chair, we could have been celebrating Niobe’s well-deserved victory.

Young Mannie, Duvall and Sienna all exited the ring where they met up with Robina. Even though their were some hostilities earlier on Miss Hood clapped and willingly raised The Main Attraction’s arm in victory, electing more boos from this almost sold-out arena. While the four of them made their way up the ramp the EMTs ran down to the ring to check on the blonde’s abused right arm. The last image seen before Meltdown faded into a commercial was Robina looking over her shoulder with a satisfied smirk on her face.

[T-Marv]

Our scene cuts to the back where Sienna Harrison is marching through the unusually crowded corridors in the backstage area with younger brother, Evan Envi, just a few steps behind.

Evan: Explain to me again what you want me to do...

Sienna: I want you to make sure he doesn't leave. Or walk away. Or slam my head into the ground again.

Evan: Uh-huh... And who are we talking about?

Sienna: Logan.

Evan: I see, I see... And what's this have to do with m--?

Sienna: I AM YOUR SISTER.

Evan: Right.

Sienna: Sshh, here.

The cameras swing around, revealing a group of stage hands conversing with each other. Sienna has apparently found someone worth talking to, her womanly hawk-eyes piercing through the huddle, though Evan and the casual viewer are completely lost.

hrough the crowd, Logan Alexander can be seen standing on the other side, chatting amicably with some of the stagehands. If he's spotted Harrison and Envi, he gives no reaction.

Sienna: LOGAN ALEXANDER!

Several of the crew members fall hushed, and Evan continues to look around, searching frantically for Logan, clearly still clueless as to where the North American Champion is. However, the crowd parts upon seeing Sienna there. Logan glances her way boredly, then looks at the stagehand.

LA: Sorry guys... Mom's calling.

A few of the stagehands laugh and try to disguise it as something else before they quickly scatter. Logan looks at Sienna.

LA: You bellowed?

Sienna: We need to talk about something...

Logan looks amused.

LA: Talk? We don't talk mom. You make demands and threats and issue orders and I ignore you.

Sienna: I have never ordered you to do anything.

LA: No. You just like to tell me what I can't do. It's like you really are my mother... and that's just creepy.

Sienna stares at Logan for a while, unflinching, clearly deep in thought. She speaks in a surprisingly consistent warm, soft tone.

Sienna: I'd like to apologize for the way things have been between us as of late. I mean... Logan, it doesn't have to be this way. I don't like what... What we've become.

Logan smirks.

LA: I'm sure you do. I've been a far bigger pain in your backside than you bargained on. I may have crossed a line a month and a half ago, but you hadn't done much to make me consider doing otherwise before that. Everything else has just been a natural progression. I've at least reigned myself in, despite the number or debts your associates have given me to settle with them.

Sienna looks at Logan boredly for a while and then turns to Evan, who looks confused. Sienna turns back to Logan and shakes her head.

Sienna: Logan, you don't need this. You don't need Monday Night Meltdown. You don't need the development. You don't need... My attention. You have it. You got it. You win. Okay? You win. You can leave. You can go to Asylum.

It's handled. It's done. You're drafted.

...All you have to do is relinquish the North American Championship, and all of this is over.

Logan stares at Sienna, dumbfounded.

LA: I'm sorry... Could you repeat that. My brain has just been overloaded by disbelief.

Sienna: You win. I just want you to leave me and my show alone.

Logan sighs and shakes his head as he looks down at the floor.

LA: I don't understand you. I really don't.

He looks back at Sienna in annoyance.

LA: When I tried to give up this championship in December do you remember what you came out and did there? You essentially forbade me from forfeiting it. That could have been the solution to your problem.

He slowly walks towards her.

LA: Now you say 'it's okay'? You've tried to put me through Hell with this championship. You screwed my partner out of it. You've meddled in everything I've been involved with as champion. You've practically SANCTIONED the attacks against Aubrey and I. Now... only now after all of that. After I have survived all of that and thrived here on Meltdown... now you insult me further by finding me, interrupting a very nice conversation I was having, and then pretty much dropping this load of crap at my feet? Do I pretty much have all the details here?

Logan comes to a stop, just outside of reaching distance from Sienna and Evan. Sienna smiles faintly and for what seems like an eternity, she and Logan gaze into each others' eyes. She finally opens her mouth, taking a second before she speaks.

Sienna: Even if everything you said was true... Well... It clearly didn't work, did it? You don't need this. You proved your point. You can't possibly enjoy this. You have to want something more than that title. Logan-- I know that you think I'm this monster and that I'm trying to hurt you, but...

If you think I'm a bitch, then what do you think's on the other side of this draft? The longer you hold onto that title, the longer you get to stay here-- where I can protect you.

...And we both know that's what this is. You call us Mom and Dad to mock us, but... When it comes down to it, we can't hurt you anymore than you can hurt yourself, Logan. You say we're attacking you, but we've never broken any of your bones. We've never directly cost you any opportunities. We've never taken anything from you.

You struck me. And I did nothing. I've been nothing but fair to you. Everything that's happened to you is a result of your own actions.

All I've done is turn you into a star, and you hate me for it. Fine. It's time to move on--

LA: Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Back. The. Truck. Up. Did you actual say you've done nothing to me yet you've made me a star? Do you think before you speak?

Logan pauses for a moment as though waiting for a reply.

LA: On second thought shut up and don't answer. Everyone knows the answer is no.

The crowd reacts loudly to the barb.

LA: You see Sienna... This is part of the problem. You expect me to kiss your backside and like it. I don't operate that way. You've constantly tried to cut me down... not directly, but by trying to be the puppeteer and pulling everyone's strings and getting them to do the dirty work.

Logan glares at Sienna.

LA: Case in point is this match tonight. You're bringing in a ref who'll jump through all your hoops before you let them officiate my title match. You've already got everything in place to try and screw me out of the title. But instead you decided that this great plan is better. 'Let's take the title, his dignity and his pride in one fell swoop by trying to get him to agree to forfeit the belt and kick him off Asylum.' You're like everyone else who tends to step into the ring with me. You don't understand me, so you can't truly handle me. If you get the better of me it'll be by luck.

Logan turns and starts to walk away.

LA: Go back to your office and hope that your new lackey is up to the challenge tonight and that he gets lucky... But considering the offer you just made, I can't believe your faith in him is that high.

Evan Envi crosses his arms, looking greatly amused by the altercation. He looks between Sienna and Logan. Sienna has a blank expression on her face, and simply stares at Logan. Not a single muscle on her body moves, from her eyelids down to her toes... Stoic. Logan doesn't glance back.

LA: We're done by the way. Next time, don't waste your and, more importantly, my time.

He disappears around a corner and out of sight.

Evan slowly turns back to Sienna and looks at her, expectantly. He throws his arms up.

Sienna: Don't.

Evan slowly lowers his arms and closed his mouth, nodding. He does his best to maintain a serious, concerned expression while our camera fades to black on Sienna's completely empty expression.

Backstage, the camera focuses on a random door. Suddenly, the door opens, revealing none other than Overdrive’s Delikado! The Cuban exits the room, revealed to be a broom closet, and smoothens his hair back. Moments later, interviewer Hannah Storm walks out, fixing herself up and looking a bit...red in the eyes (and not from crying).

Hannah Storm: Wow. That was….wow! It’s like it was my first time all over again!

Delikado takes a puff from his cigar and gives her a bored look.

Boss Delikado: Mhmm. Yeah. Whatever. So, uh, you think you can point Delikado in the direction Evan and Dionysus went? You kinda promised you would aaaaand…Delikado’s waiting.

Hannah Storm: Oh, I dunno now. Of course, I’ve been in there with you. How am I going to know where they went, you goof?

She smiles at Delikado, who frowns in slight annoyance at her response.

Boss Delikado: Yeaaaah—nooo, that answer is not acceptable. Delikado’s kinda been here longer than he should ever be, and he just REALLY needs to track those guys down, see what’s up. Evan’s being real secretive lately, going out, leaving me to watch movies by myself.

Hannah Storm: Why not just ask someone? Or you can forget him and we can go get some food. I’m hella hungry now. C’mooooon…

Boss Delikado: Jesus Cristo. EVAN!!

Delikado wanders away from the off-base Storm and treks through the hall, cupping his hands over his mouth.

Boss Delikado: EVAN! ENVIKADO TWIN POWERS ARE ACTIVATING, BRO! COME ON OUT!! God, what IS it with Delikado’s dude, lately? Joining forces with Dionysus to do tag team stuff when he already HAS the best tag team partner ever?! It’s a trade-down. Like when the British traded Cuba for FLORIDA in 1763! Wait…how does Delikado know history all of a sudden? He didn’t pass elementary school. Oh Envi, Delikado better find you soon. His brain’s starting to make…stuff. HORRIBLE STUFF!!

Hannah suddenly appears at Delikado’s side, breaking the Cuban’s train of thought.

Hannah Storm: Deli!

Boss Delikado: Gah, do you LIVE here or something?!

Hannah Storm: I think I just saw them go into the parking lot!

Delikado runs past the interviewer, carelessly knocking her to the floor.

Boss Delikado: EVAN! DON’T TRUST THE DIONYSUS!

Delikado exits out into the parking lot and looks around. He suddenly spots two people entering a car and he tackles the driver.

Boss Delikado: LET GO DELI’S MAN, BITCH!

Delikado strikes the person a few more times as a woman screams. The Cuban looks up to see some random blonde chick staring in horror at him, and he looks down to see the man he assaulted is just some equally random guy.

Boss Delikado: Huh. Probably shoulda waited a second longer to make an ID. Heh, who is Delikado kidding? He was gonna beat up SOMEONE tonight anyway...

Injured Man: W-Why are you attacking me?!

Boss Delikado: Shut up, you knew what this was!

Delikado punches the man in the face and then walks off in a nonchalant fashion. Once again, Hannah Storm appears by his side.

Hannah Storm: Sorry, Deli. I thought it was them. Say, you wanna go look at fountains??

Boss Delikado: DELIKADO WANTS TO LOOK AT HIS TAG TEAM PARTNER BEFORE HIM SO HE CAN KNOW WHAT THE FUCK’S GOING ON, YOU STUPID BATTEN!!

Hannah Storm: What does that even mean?

Boss Delikado: JESUS CRISTOOOOOOOO!! EVAAAAAAAAAAN!!! EVAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!

Psycho music plays as Delikado runs away, screaming and flailing his arms crazily in the air like a monkey, into the dark on the night as Hannah shrugs and walks back toward the arena.



We return to the ring where "Where Eagles Dare" by the Misfits is playing. The crowd is loud in a mixed reaction as Warren Peace smirks, shaking his head at them, clearly confused by the heavily positive reaction.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, already in the ring, weighing in at two hundred pounds, from Pittsburg, Pennsylvania... WARRRENNN PEEEEEEEEACE!

"The Wait is Over" by Rihanna hits the PA system and the crowd roars as a very intense, very quick, Amy Zing marches out from the back, making a beeline for the ring, glancing over her shoulder each step of the way.

Paige: And his opponent, from San Francisco, California, by way of Hong Kong, China, she is the "Hong Kong Sensation" AMY ZIIIING!

West: And Zing is hurried to the ring tonight!

Harris: Looking over her shoulder too-- because of what she did to poor Uncle Charlie!

West: Yeah. Poor him...

Harris: Zing. Peace. Who's it gonna be? Who takes that next step toward North American Championship gold tonight?

West: It's anybody's guess. Peace is the odds-on favorite, but don't ever, EVER count out the 'Hong Kong Sensation', Amy Zing.

The bell rings!

Amy Zing vs Warren Peace

Peace meets at the center of the ring for a lock-up, but Zing grabs his left arm and rolls through. Peace swipes at her, but Zing rolls back again, and up to her feet. She twists Peace into a hammerlock and charges the ropes, but Peace plants his feet right before they make contact and throws an elbow back, catching Zing in the temple. Zing stumbles away and Peace hits her with a Snap DDT. Both of them are back to their feet, with Amy Zing being groggy. Peace hits her with a Dropkick and goes for a cover, but Zing kicks out at one. He reaches for her, but Zing is able to fight away and roll to the ropes for safety. Peace makes his way over to her, but the referee warns him off, signaling that Zing has initiated the rope break.

Harris: Warren Peace definitely doesn't wanna get disqualified here, does he?

West: I don't know what Warren's priorities are, to be honest with you. He's... A lot.

Harris: I, for one, am happy to have him back. SHOW HER WHAT A MAN LOOKS LIKE IN THERE, WARREN!

West: What-- would-- you-- listen to yourself!

Warren Peace launches Amy into the turnbuckle corner and begins to stomp away at her. The Saskatoon crowd boos as Peace begins to stomp at her midsection and legs. Zing sinks down into the corner and Peace taunts her, giving similar theatrics to Amy's before she performs her signature move. He moves to the other side of the ring and charges her, going to leap through the air and drive both knees into Zing, but she moves! Peace crashes into the turnbuckles, and turns, falling into a seated position in the corner. He groans in pain. Zing points to him and the crowd grows loud. She charges to Peace in the corner and performs a hand-stand on the top rope before bringing her knees down into his chest! Peace groans in pain and rolls out of the corner, crawling to the center of the ring.

West: Nihao Peace! And the Saskatoon crowd is all fired up for Amy Zing right now! She's going up top!

Zing ascends to the top turnbuckle. Peace throws himself into the ropes and Zing loses her balance. She crashes head-and-neck first to the mat and Peace rolls her up in a Schoolboy pin.

Harris: Ouch... That looked rough.

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West: How did Amy Zing kick out of that?! That could've broken her neck!

Warren Peace lifts Zing up by her arm and whips her across the ring, drilling her to the mat with a Back Body Drop upon the rebound. Zing groans in pain and climbs up to her knees, but she's grabbed from behind, ripped up to her feet, and drilled again with a Reverse DDT! Warren Peace hooks her far leg for the pin.

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Kickout!

Harris: What is it supposed to take to put this chick away?

West: Ask Tuhoa Valo. He barely got it done last week!

Harris: Haha, or maybe we should ask Young Mannie. He got it done TWICE last week... Damn Zing for putting her hands on Uncle Charlie.

Peace lifts Amy Zing up and throws her out of the ring over the top rope! The crowd boos and Peace shrugs out to them, exiting the ring after Amy. He lifts her up and goes to Irish Whip her into the steel steps, but Zing hops over them, avoiding them swiftly! She pivots as Peace makes chase and runs back, hitting him with a Calf Kick! Peace falls back against the steel steps and Zing goes for a boot right to his head, but Peace moves and Zing kicks the steps! The steps separate from the shot and Zing holds her leg in pain. Immediately, Warren Peace nails a Chop Block! Zing falls to her back and Peace begins to hammer away at her knee.

West: Right for that left leg! Peace was on it like nobody's business.

Harris: He knows exactly what he's doing. He's out for blood.

The referee yells his ten count, counting both competitors out of the ring. Peace rolls Zing back inside and goes to lock in a Single Leg Crab, but Zing is in the ropes within seconds. Peace pulls her away from the ropes and Zing nails a Spinning Mule Kick! Both Megastars fall to the mat and Peace is groggy and slow, climbing to his feet. He turns as Zing runs at him going for a Hurricanrana-- but Peace tosses her overhead! Zing lands roughly on her injured knee and stumbles in pain. Warren Peace grabs her from behind and goes for a Back Suplex, but Zing rolls through and lands on her feet again-- once more crying out in pain! Peace turns around and hits a low Dropkick to her knee with so much force that it causes Zing to flip onto her back! Peace signals for the end and goes to lock in the Figure Four Leg Lock.

Harris: Figure Four! A lot of wrestlers love to imitate the greats with this move, but there are only a handful that pull it off correctly!

West: We've seen the damage Warren Peace has done with this move-- it's the same move that won Phil Atken a World Heavyweight Title from Sally Talfourd!

Harris: He's got it-- no! Amy Zing powers out!

Zing kicks Peace in his lower back. Peace staggers forward, but turns around...

...into Zing's patented 540 Corkscrew Reverse Roundhouse Kick!

West: FENGHUANG KICK!

Harris: The pin!

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The bell sounds and Saskatoon roars. Amy Zing looks as if she wants to celebrate the win, but continues to look over her shoulder as the referee raises her hand.

Paige: Here is your winner... AMY ZING!

Amy Zing observes Warren Peace at Peace slowly begins to push himself to his feet. She ducks out out of the ring and quickly makes her way to the back, choosing to go around the ramp instead of through the curtains.

West: Amy Zing is looking over her shoulder everywhere she goes tonight, and--

Harris: And she should! She's gonna pay for what she did to Uncle Charlie!

West: Nonetheless, an impressive win over Warren Peace. Peace dominated nearly the entire match, but in the end, the "Hong Kong Sensation" proved to be just too quick!


We cut backstage where Hannah Storm is standing outside the office of Alexander Duvall. Microphone in hand, she’s given her cue to begin.

Hannah Storm: Ladies and gentlemen, when we come back from break, I will attempt to get a word in with Alexander Duvall, to see if he has any comments about last weeks embrace with Tuhoa Valo, that was followed by a disagreement between the two, earlier this evening. I will as well try to get his comments on the North American Championship match set for later tonight. I…

All of the sudden, the door to the office opens. Walking out is none other than Tuhoa Valo, much to the surprise of Hannah Storm.

Hannah Storm: Valo? What… What were you doing in there?

The Finnish Phenom: What? Am I not allowed to go to my bosses office? Earlier tonight, he and I had a small misunderstanding, that’s all. If you’re here to instigate, or even stick your nose in my business… I think you might want to remember who I am, before you do that.

Hannah Storm: So is it safe to say that you two are friends again?

The Finnish Phenom: Who said we were ever friends?

Valo chuckles to himself and walks away, leaving Hannah standing in front of the office door alone, as Meltdown goes to commercial break

[T-Marv]

In the GM’s office backstage we join Alexander Duvall, Sienna Harrison and Evan Envi mid-conversation.

Sienna: So... What... You want my nod of approval?

Evan: Basically. Show him that I'm not completely full of it, and that I do want to team up against the Tag Team Champions on Thursday.

Sienna: But aren't you full of it?

Evan glares at his sister.

Evan: No...

The conversation suddenly stops as there is a knock at the door. Duvall invites the knocker to enter and when John Dionysus walks in Sienna immediately looks at his brother, Envi’s face lighting up.

Evan: John, I’m glad to see you. I hope you've come bearing good news!

John: Yeah, I’ve got an answer for you, Evan--

Evan: Wait!

Evan moves forward, guiding a hand onto John's shoulder as he begins to introduce everybody.

Evan: Before we talk business, I haven’t introduced you. This is Alexander Duvall...

Dionysus nods respectfully to Duvall.

Evan: ...And this is the other half of the Meltdown GM team, and my sister, Sienna Harrison.

Sienna steps forward and shakes Dionysus hand.

Sienna: It’s good of you to be here, John; I just wish we saw more Overdrive and Asylum Megastars paying the occasional visit.

Dionysus: It was an honour to be invited, maybe next time I’ll be here to wrestle.

Sienna: I’d like that.

Evan cuts in between them.

Evan: I hate to break up... Whatever this is... BUUUUT there is business to be done, people! Right-this-second business. MegaMega business. Yeah?

Dionysus snaps out of whatever it is he was in and nods his head.

Dionysus: You’re right Evan, I promised you an answer tonight and I’ve left you hanging long enough. As honoured as I am that you...

Evan: Hold on there, John! Before you came I was just telling Sienna how much of an inspiration I’ve found you to be. John, you’ve helped me change the way I look at everything, maybe one day I’ll look back and say you’ve changed it for the better.

Dionysus continues to look a bit sceptical.

Evan: I know I have wronged a lot of people. In fact, I was in here apologising to Sienna for all the wrong I have committed against her. I want to change John, I really do.

Dionysus’ gaze switches to Sienna.

Sienna: I never thought I’d see the day my brother would be so humble, but he seems to be genuine. I’ve always felt he needed a positive role model, someone who could guide him towards being a better wrestler and a better person. Whatever part you have played in that, John, I'm grateful.

For some reason this comment causes a slight change in Dionysus’ expression, from tern to a little less cold. Dare I say it, there is even a flash of colour in the former Xtreme Champ’s face.

Dionysus: Alright Evan, I’m in. I accept your offer.

Evan’s face lights up with a smile; Sienna tries to suppress one herself.

Evan: Fantastic! I promise you, John, Thursday will be a night you will never forget.

With that the newly formed tag duo shake hands. Dionysus turns to leave, but not before one last fleeting glance back at Sienna Harrison. Evan beams and rubs his hands together as we fade away.



The lights completely go blank as nothing two feet in front of you can be seen. As soon as the light dim to darkness Get Up by KoRn blares on the speakers. Once the techno of the song blares, the lights flash on like a bolt of lightning. The faces of the crowd can finally be seen as red spot lights fly around the arena and ring. Pyros go on allowing Donald to finally be seen walking out from the back. He gets to the top of the entrance ramp and looks around while the crowd goes crazy. After a few seconds of looking around the arena he finallly makes his way towards the ring.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, from New York City... DONALD DERUUUUUTY!

Walking foot after foot towards the ring is Donald. While taking his several steps towards the ring Donald messes with his wrist tape and extended elbow pad on his left arm. After making it right in front of the ring he stops and jumps straight up on the apron. Immediately after jumping on the apron Donald makes his way to the turnbuckle and stands with his feet on the second rope. He looks around the arena once again before hopping over the top rope into and onto the ring mat, awaiting his opponent.

Paige: And the opponent...

SHOT THROUGH THE HEART, AND YOU'RE TO BLAME
DARLING YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME!

The guitars and drums of the timeless Bon Jovi classic kick in throughout the arena as Christian Kane makes his way through the curtain and onto the stage, his two strippers in tow. Red and white lights focus on the Canadian Sensation and flash rapidly, drawing attention to him with the lights illuminating his body.

Paige: Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, weighing in at two hundred and two hundred and twenty pounds... CHRISTIAN KANE!

Grabbing his girls by the hair Kane tells the camera to ‘watch this’ before engaging a three way French kiss with his strippers. This lasts for 3 or 4 seconds before Kane lets go of the girls and pushes them aside, beginning to strut down the ramp as he slicks back his hair. He stops at ringside, looking around the arena with a smirk on his face which quickly turns to disgusted scowl as fans let Kane know exactly what they think of him.

Harris: I LOVE THIS GUY!

As the music continues to play, Kane waves a dismissive hand and makes his way around to the left side of the ring, walks up the steel steps then climbs the turnbuckle. With one foot on the top turnbuckle and one on the second rope, Kane holds his arms out to his side again and tenses his muscles, inciting an extremely loud negative reaction from the audience in attendance once more. With a smug look on his face, Kane now hops off the turnbuckle and into the ring.

Walking across the ring the Canadian Sensation jumps on the second rope, posing again as jeers from the die-hard APW faithful are mixed among high pitched cheers from the females in attendance, most notably Kane’s girls. As the music slowly fades, Kane hops off the turnbuckle and walks to his corner, preparing for the match ahead.

West: Is it safe to call Christian Kane a 'lackey' of Sienna and Duvall?

Harris: No! Absolutely not! Poor Christian-- did you see what M&M put him through last week, making him WATCH as they dismantled his partner? Why are we rewarding those lunatics with a Tag Team Title shot?

West: They won fair and square. That's why.

Harris: This is unjust! Kane isn't in the mental state to take on Deruty!

West: And there's the bell!

Christian Kane vs Donald Deruty

The bell rings-- and Christian Kane wastes no time charging at Deruty, leveling him with a running high knee! Kane begins to stomp furiously at Deruty, but Deruty fights his way to his feet and fends Kane off with a quick jab between the eyes! Kane staggers back and Deruty nails him with a series of chops across the chest and whips him across the ring, catching him on the rebound with an incredible Snap Suplex! Kane yells out in pain and climbs to his feet while Deruty rolls to the outside and goes to the top rope. Holding his back, Kane gingerly gets to his feet and turns as Deruty hops off the top and nails a perfect Cross Body! The Saskatoon crowd roars and gets behind a now-fired-up Deruty. Deruty waits in the corner, stalking Kane. Kane gets to his feet and Deruty goes for his patented Super Kick-- but Christian Kane drops down and rolls out of the ring to the crowd's chagrin, and Deruty's annoyance.

West: Donald Deruty is proving to be much more of a threat than Christian Kane bargained for, wouldn't you say?

Harris: I think this Deruty guy has a head that's too big to fit through the door. Kane's just letting him feel important right now so he can burst his bubble later.

West: Between the two of them, you're gonna tell me DONALD DERUTY is the one with the big head?

The referee has begun a ten count, and Christian Kane, very timidly, slides into the ring at the count of four. He motions for Deruty to approach him in the ring for a lockup. Deruty raises an eyebrow, and charges at Kane for a Running Elbow Smash instead! Kane is taken to the ground and Deruty starts to sink down for a cover, but Kane hits an up-kick that connects with Deruty's jaw! Deruty reels back and Kane hops to his feet. Deruty recovers in time to go for a Lariat, but Kane ducks beneath it and counters into a Backslide Pin!

West: Kane's gonna steal one!

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Harris: Kickout by Deruty! And how come if Christian Kane rolls someone up, he's STEALING one? Did Logan Alexander steal one last week? Don't be a hypocrite, Shane.

Both men are up at the same time and Deruty hits Christian Kane with a stomp to the gut. He shoots the ropes, but Christian Kane catches him off the rebound with a Belly to Belly! Deruty gets to his feet and falls victim to a second one! He gets to his feet again and Christian Kane delivers the Swinging Neckbreaker he calls Danger Zone! He blows a kiss to the crowd, and to the grounded Donald Deruty, before hitting a jumping knee drop across his forehead! Deruty groans in pain and rolls to his knees, then to his feet. Christian Kane stalks him for a moment and then runs to the ropes, jumping to the center, and rebounding off for a Springboard Roundhouse Kick, the move he calls #STUDLIFE!

West: What a kick right to the jaw of Donald Deruty! Christian Kane might pick up an impressive win right here!

Harris: Is it THEFT?

West: Both legs are hooked!

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The crowd releases an exasperated sigh of relief. Christian Kane scowls at the referee and then lifts Deruty up. He runs to the ropes again and goes for a Lionsault, but Deruty gets his knees up! Kane clutches his ribs in pain and falls to a seated position. Deruty delivers a low Dropkick to his jaw and then goes out to the top rope again. He comes off the top for a Diving Headbutt, but Christian Kane rolls out of harm's way! Deruty crashes and burns hard. Kane grins and rips Deruty to his feet, delivering a European Uppercut, followed by a Fisherman's Suplex! Deruty groans and gets to his feet, and Kane drives him down once more with a Dropkick between the eyes. Deruty hits the mat hard and Kane begins to stomp his foot on the ground, yelling out "SUPER SEXY!" to the crowd. Saskatoon, Saskatchewan boos Christian Kane in response.

West: Kane's looking for that Super Sexy Kick. We saw it put John McBride down at the Super Show, and it knocked the North American Champion unconscious last week!

Harris: Look at the apron!

The crowd roars and the camera pans out, revealing Aubrey J. Parker standing on the apron behind Christian Kane. Kane turns around and looks at her, first in shock, and then anger. He makes his way to the ropes and screams into her face, demanding to know why she's there. Parker continues to smile at Kane, leaning over the top rope to blow him a kiss. Kane reaches for her-- but Parker drops down from the apron. Kane immediately whips around to turn his attention back to Donald Deruty--

West: SUPER KICK!

Harris: That is NOT fair!

Christian Kane's eyes roll into the back of his head from the kick. He falls, nearly limp into the arms of Donald Deruty who then lifts him up onto his shoulders. He nails the Samoan Slam!

West: Dead and Forgotten! Thanks for coming, Christian Kane!=

Deruty makes the cover and AJP counts along with the crowd and the referee.

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The bell rings and the referee raises Donald Deruty's hand.

Paige: Here is your winner... 'D-Day' Donald DEEERUUUUTY!

Christian Kane looks enraged as he comes to, realizing what happened. Parker applauds Deruty, laughing at Christian as she backs up the ramp and then vanishes to the back. Christian glares after her, mouthing profanities as he pulls himself to his feet.

Harris: I can't believe this! Donald Deruty is the thief!

West: Well, technically, Aubrey J. Parker didn't do anything. Christian Kane took his eye off the ball and he paid for it. Donald Deruty just handled that situation better.

Harris: I CALL FOUL!

Deruty slaps hands with the fans at rinside as we fade away on Christian Kane's angered expression.

As our scene opens up in the back, we are already in the middle of a scuffle between security and an unknown female-- quickly identified as Suicidal Champion, Aubrey J. Parker!

General Manager, Alexander Duvall pushes his way through the crowd, closely followed by Sienna Harrison. Security is attempting to usher Aubrey out of the door, but she is apparently engaged in a few choice words with them.

Sienna: AUBREY!

Flustered, but trying to maintain composure, AJP smirks when she sees Sienna. She fixes her hair and pushes two of the security guards away, giving the vice-General Manager a cold-hearted grin.

AJP: I didn't break any of your rules!

Duvall: Shut up! You know EXACTLY what you did, interfering in Christian Kane and Donald Deruty's match. You knew what you were doing.

AJP: It's not my fault that your golden boy can't stay focused. Maybe you should teach him to get his priorities in check.

Sienna: You're out.

Sienna snaps her fingers at security.

Sienna: Get her out.

Aubrey glares at Sienna and Duvall, but is unable to resist as the four security guards continue to force her out of the arena.

West: Looks like Logan's alone for tonight's main event!

Harris: Parker just couldn't help herself. This is their own fault!

The camera fades to black on the angered glares of Sienna Harrison and Alexander Duvall.

[T-Marv]

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is our Tag Team Showcase Match.

The beautiful melody in the beginning lines of Seven Bridges Road begins, when the guitar picking starts, Mac and Gooch come out to the applause of the fans. They stare intently at the ring getting the crowd frenzied. They look at each other, hit forearms and walk with purpose to the ring, they roll in the ring and warm-up...these Sons of the South are ready for war...Ready to represent...

Paige: Introducing now at a combined weight of 605 pounds, Mac Bane...Buckson Gooch...The SONS OF THE SOUTH!!!!!!

Bane pats Gooch on the back and Gooch pops his knuckles ready for a fight.

Tag Team Wrestling Style: Experience and Raw ability. Bane could easily be described as a Cerebral brawler where Gooch is a southern fried brawler. Whoever is in the ring, their opponent is going to get punched, kicked, and pummeled by these Sons of the South.

Harris: Here come the former Meltdown stars, the Sons of the south and good riddens to them. They’re Johnny Rebel’s problem now. They could have been contenders to these tag team titles, but continue to disappoint.

West: Hey now… Bane and Gooch were upstanding members of Meltdown and quickly rose to the ranks of Overdrive. So far they’ve held their own and Gooch has an Overdrive title match.

Whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
"It's yours!"

The chorus and intro to “The World Is Yours” blares open through the speakers of the complex as the cheers are for the arrival of “The Dying Breed”. The three young, aspiring talents come from the back, spotlight focused on them as they walk with style and grace while slapping the hands of their adored fans. Those of the haters are ignored as the three make their way towards the ring.

Paige: And their opponents, being accompanied to the ring by William D. Williams Jr. at a combined weight of 430 pounds….they are the APW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS…..Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins….. THE DYING BREED!!!!!!

As the introduction ceases, the men climb and roll into the ring as it’s a simple wave to the crowd before going to each corner of the ring, standing on the second turnbuckle, with their arms in the air. They look around before dropping down simultaneously. They come together back to the center of the ring, ready to take care of business.

Harris: Speaking of people I can’t stand, here comes the Dying Bread…..sounds pretty damn stale if you ask me. .

West: These are your Tag Team champions we’re talking about, now accompanied down to the ring by their newest member William D Willams Jr, the Breed is a major force in APW.

The Dying Breed© vs. The Sons of the South

Gooch and Hopkins start this match off. They tieup and Gooch instantly shoves him into the turnbuckle. The ref is there to pull him off J-Hop, but Gooch rushes and avalanches Hop in the corner. He scoops him up for a Power Slam but as he rushes for a delivery, Hop slides behind him and takes him down with a reverse neckbreaker. He hits a few hard kicks on Gooch as he gets up and then rushes to the ropes hitting a flying cross body on the rebound and hooks the leg.

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J-Hop pulls Gooch to his feet and hooks his head he springboards off the ropes looking for a DDT, but Gooch grabs him instead and locks him in a BEAR HUG! He squeezes the life out of Hopkins till he sees about to pass out. The ref is there and raises his hand…it drops. He raises it for a second time, it drops again. On the third time around, Hopkins responds to the fans and pounds away at the top of the head of Gooch trying to break free. Gooch instead shifts, and turns it into a huge Spinebuster! He makes the cover.

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KICKOUT!

Harris: These two teams are wasting no time! And thank god for that, the sooner this snooze fest is over with, the better.

West: They’re giving they’re everything in this match, least you could do is show some respect. Gooch proves that his sheer power is enough to overcome the quickness of Hopkins and he doesn’t let up..

Harris: And folks, I’m just getting word that at this very moment, Evan Envi and John Dionysus are backstage watching the tag champs in action. As we know, at Overdrive Evan will be kicking the living hell out of the Tag Champs!

West: I STILL can’t comprehend Evan and John teaming together, it’s unnatural. But who knows?

Gooch runs and hits the ropes coming back for a HUGE splash. Hopkins moves out of the way and as a pained Gooch gets to his feet, connects with a flying Calf kick that sends him stumbling, but not down. Hopkins follows it with a Spinning Lyriat that again sends him reeling but not down. Hopkins goes to grab Gooch again, but gets shoved into the corner for his efforts. Gooch runs for another Avalanche, but Hopkins moves and Gooch connects with the corner hard. Hopkens kicks his legs out seating Gooch in the corner. He backs up and runs full speed connecting with the Koronco Buster as the crowd goes ballistic. He huridly tags in Bailey as the two of them grab Gooch with a DOUBLE snap DDT in the middle of the ring. Hopkins exits as Bailey covers!

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KICKOUT!

Bailey pulls Gooch to his feet and hooks his head, but Gooch breaks out of it and HEADBUTTS Bailey hard repeatedly, taking him down. Gooch shakes the cobwebs out and stumbles, diving to make the tag to Mac Bane. Bane comes rushing in with a major clothesline that Bailey ducks under. Springs off the ropes and catches Bane with a huge Back Kick that takes him down hard. He stands over him and hits a Moonsault Leg Drop to loud cheers from the fans.

West: The tag team champions are taking over this match, just the way they should!

Harris: For the love of god, could you kiss their asses any harder?.

Bailey has Bane back to his feet and unleashes with a hard kick to the gut. He hooks him for a Diving DDT, but Bane shoves him off. Bailey charges back with a diving clothesline but Bane nails him with a Big Boot instead nearly turning him inside out. Bane smiles as the luke warm crowd begins to cheer him a bit. Bane scoops Bailey back up and drops him with a Gut wrench Power bomb. He springs off the ropes with a bit Elbow drop before he drags him to the corner and tags in Gooch. Gooch gets him on his shoulders as Bane comes by and they hit a Powerbomb/Neckbreaker combo! Gooch pulls him over to the corner and hits a smashing Vader Bomb. As Bailey gasps for air, Gooch makes the cover.

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Gooch whips Bailey into the corner and then follows with an Avalanche, but Jair pulls Anthony out of the way, tags himself in and hits a springboard spinning lyriat Takedown. He makes a cover

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West: Finally seeing some good team work from Sons of the South here as this match as gone all to hell.

Harris: These two teams are fighting to make a statement.

Mac bashes Jair’s head on the mat and then goes to his corner, he calls for Gooch to tag in. Gooch crawls to the corner and reaches out, stretching and finally gets his fingertips on Bane’s hand. Bane comes in just as Jair gets the tag to Bailey. Bailey hits the BROKEN PROMISE out of nowhere. Bailey makes the cover.

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Winners: The Dying Breed

Paige: The winners of this match by pinfall….. The APW Tag Team Champions, The Dying Breed!

Jair and Bailey hug in the ring as WDW Jr comes rolling in and celebrates with them as well. The crowd rains down cheers as they pose for the celebration.

West: Huge win by the champs, but how will they fair next week against the #1 Contenders M&M for the tag team titles.

Harris: In my opinion one of the best things Duvall has done this far was making that match next week. Hopefully the Promise and Hopkins will drop the ball big time.

Jair and Bailey leave up the ramp and to the backstage area. Gooch and Bane roll out of the ring and head to the back with their heads hung low.




The scene opens to the backstage area. North American Champion Logan Alexander is spotted at the vending machine purchasing a bottle of water when suddenly Anthony Bailey, one half of the Tag Team Champions, walks up to him.

Anthony Bailey: Hey Logan, what's going on man?

Logan stops and looks over at the not-quite-familiar voice. He almost does a double take as he sees Anthony Bailey. He forgets about his bottle of water for the moment, turning his attention to Bailey, and then glances around.

LA: Hello there, Mr. Bailey... Anthony... whichever you prefer. I'm just doing my thing and I happened to see your match out there. Another great showing it would seem.

Bailey smiles at Alexander's sincerity.

Anthony Bailey: Thank you. J-Hop and I always try to do our best and to get better with each and every match. I'm looking forward to the main event tonight. Good luck out there!

Logan nods.

LA: Thanks. I might need some. And might I just add congratulations to you as well. For Christmas Chaos. I said as much a couple of weeks ago, but since you're right here, no harm in saying so again. You and Jair did quite a good job on us.

Anthony Bailey: And Aubrey did quite the job on me with that low blow of hers. I felt that one for days.

Bailey chuckles.

Anthony Bailey: I can also honestly say that The Dying Breed is excited about taking on M&M next week here on Meltdown for the Tag Team Titles. The fans are really anticipating this one.

LA: I'm sure. I seem to be caught in a whirlwind of big matches as of late. It's hard to tell where the chatter for one match ends and another begins. It's been a few years... so it takes a while to get used to it again.

Anthony Bailey: Well have no fear my friend, because there will be a lot of chatter after next week...

Bailey steps closer to Alexander

Anthony Bailey: After The Dying Breed retains the titles...

Logan holds up a hand.

LA: In all fairness, M&M has about an equal chance of walking away with the titles... but continue.

Anthony Bailey: Of course you do and we're aware of that. I'm not trying to cause any trouble. I just wanted to wish you luck for tonight and for next week, that's all.

Bailey reconsiders his actions as Logan smiles and steps closer.

LA: Again. Thank you for that. Good luck to you as well.

He holds out one hand to Bailey.

LA: May the better team win.

Bailey grabs hold of Alexander's hand and gives him a firm shake.

Anthony Bailey: I agree...may the better team win...

LA: See you next week champ.

Logan releases Bailey's hand and nods to him again as Bailey walks off in the opposite direction.

[T-Marv]

Paige: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is scheduled as a TWO out of THREE falls match with a half hour time limit! This is the MAIN EVENT for the APW North American Championship!

Nemesis starts to play as a mix reaction from the crowd drowns out the music. The arena fills with strobe lighting, as smoke begins to come up from the entrance ramp. Slowly, Tuhoa Valo creeps out from behind the curtain with his head down, and his hair dripping wet. As the tempo of the song picks up, he quickly lifts his head, as his hair flies back, and the water from his hair goes in every direction.

Paige: Introducing first from Hellsinki, Finland and weighing in at 245 pounds, the challenger…. “The Finnish Phenom” Tuhoa Valo!!!

He raises his arms into the air, and a lightning bolt strikes directly in front of him, at the top of the ramp. He immediatley begins a dead-run straight to the ring, sliding in, and getting right to his feet. He runs to the far-right corner, and gets on the second rope, staring around at the crowd.

West: This man came into APW just a little while ago and has run roughshed over everyone so far. He’s had one chance to win this title and fell just a little short. But now that he’s the chosen one of Duvall and Harrison, things might be different.

Harris: Are you accusing our BOSSES of being a couple of cheaters with dubious intent? Valo earned his chance fair and square and if it weren’t for some VERY unlucky circumstances, he’d already have that strap around his waist.

The lights dim and as the opening chords of ‘The Touch’ start to play.

You got the touch! You got the power! Yeah!

The name ‘Logan Alexander’ appears on the tron and the crowd begins to cheer even though Logan doesn’t emerge from the entry way, while a video package covering many of his APW matches and several other older ones from other feds plays on the tron.

After all is said and done, you never walk you never run. You’re a winner!
Got the moves, you know the street. Break the rules, take the heat. You’re nobody’s fool!
You’re at your best when the going gets rough. You’ve been put to the test but it’s never enough!

One section of the crowd begins to buzz more loudly than the others, and the camera quickly focus on that section of it. Logan comes into view shortly after, with his ring jacket done up and smirking around at the fans as he makes his way through the crowd towards the ringside area, slapping outstretched hands as he goes.

You got the touch! You got the power!
When all Hell’s breaking loose, you’ll be right in the eye of the storm!

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at 223 pounds from Toronto, Ontario, Canada … The APW North American Champion Logan ‘Chaos Stryke’ Alexander!!!

Now at the ringside barricade, Logan climbs over it and moves to climb up onto the ring apron.

You got the heart! You got the motion!
You know that when things get too tough, you got the touch!

He climbs into the ring and looks over at his opponent, then opens his jacket, showing off the North American championship around his waist.

You never bend, you never break. You seem to know just what it takes. You’re a fighter!
It’s in the blood, it’s in the will. It’s in the mighty hands of steel, when you’re standing your ground!
And you never give in when your back’s to the wall. Gonna fight to the end, and you’re taking it all!

He glances at his opponent as he walks around to each side of the ring, spreading his arms wide and calling out to the crowd, who cheer back enthusiastically.

You got the touch! You got the power!
When all Hell’s breaking loose, you’ll be right in the eye of the storm!

He moves to one corner of the ring, removing and dropping his jacket to one of the ring side technicians. He turns and removes the North American championship and hands it to the referee.

You got the heart! You got the motion!
You know that when things get too tough, you got the touch!

He moves back to the corner and stare over at his opponent as he waits for the referee to start the match.

West: Here comes a man who’s APW North American title reign has been something of legend. He defeated his partner for the title, defended against multiple people at the Supershow and is still standing through all that.

Harris: Why can’t you just say the truth… Logan Alexander is the luckiest person on the planet. It’ll be a great day for Meltdown when Valo finally claims his prize and lifts us into a new era.

West: Let’s not forget folks that the referee for this week’s match is Josh Marts, the man fired weeks ago at the supershow and rehired last week… I wonder what difference he might make.

North American Championship
Two out of Three Falls
”The Finnish Phenom” Tuhao Valo vs. Logan Alexander ©

Valo and Alexander circle around each other glaring as the crowd chants loudly for Alexander with dueling chants.

LETS GO LOGAN!

VALO SUCKS!

LETS GO LOGAN!

VALO SUCKS!

Logan smiles at Valo before they tie up in the middle of the ring. Valo hooks him in a headlock but Alexander spins out of it into a drop toe hold. He’s back to his feet and bounces off the ropes. Valo ducks under a clothesline and catches Logan with a hip toss on his way back, but Logan floats through it and lands on his feet and goes for an armdrag, but Valo rolls through it and back up to his feet and the two of them stare at each other again. Valo tells the Ref that Logan pulled his hair and that “You’d better do something about that.” The ref reprimands Logan to boos from the crowd.

West: NO give in this one Dick, and this is going to be interesting. These guys have 30 minutes to get TWO falls on their opponent. Something’s gotta give.

Harris: That something will be LOGAN ALEXANDER! This is Valo’s time!

Valo rushes at Logan who snaps him down with an arm drag. Valo gets back up and grabs Logan who explodes with a Spear and counters him with a DDT. He makes a quick Cover

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Harris: That’s right! This is just a sample of what’s in store!!

Valo pulls him to his feet and hooks him for a double underhook suplex. But as he lefts him up Logan wraps his legs around Valo and counters into a modified inside cradle

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West: The champion showing that he will not go quietly into the night.

Valo pops back up but Logan has already exploded with a lightning spear that sends Valo folding in half. He turns him around and locks in a bow and arrow submission wrenching back hard on Valo and using him like a human pretzel. Valo twists and turns and manages to get his hand free and uses it and his momentum to roll toward the rope and latch on. As Logan goes to pull him to his feet, Valo blatently kicks Logan below the belt in clear view of the Ref who ignores it.

West: WHAT WAS THAT! An intentional low blow there and the ref didn’t even care. I smell a rat.

Harris: Maybe you should bathe more often then Shane!

He lifts Logan up on his shoulders and struts around the ring smirking for the fans. He screams “Say Goodbye to your champion!” and swings with a TKO, taking Logan down hard in the middle of the ring. He rolls him over and hooks the leg for the cover.

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Harris: See, the ref’s not all against Logan. That was clearly a slow count. He better straighten up. I’m sure Alexander and Sienna are watching!

Valo looks pissed as he runs and punts Logan hard in the head as he tries to crawl up. He pulls him to his feet and hooks him for an STO…but he telegraphs it and Logan hits a hard elbow to the temple followed by a European uppercut that sends Valo Reeling and follows it up with a Jaw breaker sending Valo snapping back into the ropes. Logan grabs him on his return with a LUNG BLOWER and makes a quick cover.

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West: Logan with a HUGE maneuver there and I could be wrong but that count seemed a little slow..

Harris: Yep, you’re wrong!

Logan now grabs the leg of Valo and sets him up for a Figure Four but Valo kicks him off and into the turnbuckle. Logan runs at Valo who charges at him and hits a HUGE Belly to Belly sending Logan rolling into the ring posts. Logan grasps his ribs as he comes crawling out using the ring ropes to pull himself up. Valo explodes and hits the Running knee into the corner sending Logan falling face first. Valo makes another cover.

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West: Valo seems to continue to have Logan’s number here folks. No matter what momentum Logan gathers, Valo manages to squash him back down..

Harris: Valo is a man of destiny Shane, how many times do I have to say it. He’s going to put him away for a quick fall one of these times here, I promise you!

Valo stomps the hell out of Logan to the point that the ref has to get in there and pull him off. Valo shoves the ref off him hard and the ref threatens to disqualify him. Valo shakes his head saying “NO YOU WONT” and goes straight back to stomping on Logan as the ref counts 1……………….2………………….3…………………..4…………………………………………………… Valo finally walks away but Turns and nails him with a hard knee as he gets up and sends him to the outside through the ropes.

West: The ref is no longer even HIDING his intentions here. I hope our GM is happy.

Harris: Of course he is. This is a FANTASTIC match! Kudos to the ref for his fair and honest officiating.

Valo taunts him from the inside as the ref backs him up before counting.

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Logan rolls into the ring as Valo comes off the ropes with a vicious baseball slide right to his face. Valo grabs the legs of Logan and falls back, whipping him up into the rope throat first. The ref warns him again, but Valo just pulls Logan up to his feet and to the center of the ring. He delivers a couple hard shots to the gut before hooking his head and legs and hits a Fisherman’s Suplex. But instead of bridging the pin, he rolls over and begins to unload with mounted punches to the head and face of Logan Alexander, just obliterating him with lefts and rights. The ref finally has to pull Valo off telling him that if he steps out of line one more time, he’ll reward a fall to Logan! Valo sneers but backs off. He waits as Logan gets up, using the ropes and turns….RIGHT INTO A SUPERKICK BY VALO!

West: MY GOD! Logan just collapsed in a heap and he may be out!

Valo makes the cover

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Harris: WHAT!!!!! I take back what I said about that stupid ref!

Valo slaps the Mat and then runs his thumb over his throat saying “THAT’S IT!” He pulls Logan to his feet and sets him up for the Commence Destruction. But Logan turns, grabs Valo’s head and takes him down with a double knee facebuster!

Harris: NO! Come on Valo!

West: Folks, we are 10 minutes into this match without a single fall yet!

Both men slowly get to their feet and Logan hits a waist lock facebuster on a charging Valo. He drops to one knee trying to catch his breath and grabs the legs of Valo sling shooting him straight into the turnbuckle. He grabs Valo as he stumbles back with a Russian leg sweep. He rolls through it holding on to Valo and drops him with an inverted DDT and makes a Cover.

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West: That count was slower than molasses.

Harris: And that cliché was cornier than my shit!

Logan looks at the Ref like “what’s going on” after that obvious slow count. The ref just shrugs and points at him to get back to the match. Logan pulls Valo back up and hits a fireman’s carry and then locks in a rear chin lock. Valo fights to his feet and elbows away at Logan who adjusts and hits a side headlock takeover. Valo gets back to his feet again and gets hit by a charging Logan Alexander with a huge running Heart attack! He then zeros in on Valo and locks in a STF! He has it right in the middle of the ring and Valo screams in pain as Logan leverages all his weight and pulls back on the head of Valo who struggles to get out of this hold but is stuck in it.

West: Logan has it locked in perfectly and there is no where for Valo to go.

Harris: No, this can’t be happening!

Valo says something to the referee who looks a little upset and stares at him. But then he…. FORCES LOGAN TO BREAK THE HOLD!

West: Wait…..what?

Harris: Clearly Valo grabbed the ropes!

West: He was no where NEAR them. The fix is in I tell ya!

Logan continues to stare at the ref who scolds him again and tells him to get back to the match. Logan pulls Valo back up to his feet and unleashes with hard Knife edge chops backing him up in the corner he then takes a few steps back and hits a running dropkick to the knee of Valo. Valo holds his knee badly as Logan pulls him out a bit and then rolls to the outside. He then wraps Valo’s knee around the post HARD, not once, not twice, but three times. He then locks in a Figure four around the post. Valo screams and the ref counts Logan out.

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West: That is the FASTEST ring out count I have ever seen.

Harris: If Logan wasn’t breaking the rules, he wouldn’t have to be worried about it!

Logan drops the hold and has to RUSH back into the ring during the fast count. He gets in the Referee’s face who screams back at him telling him to back off. While Logan is distracted, Valo sneaks behind him and hits a German Suplex hard in the middle of the ring. Valo holds his knee, in pain from the immense pressure put on it by that move. Valo grabs Logan with the NEMESIS NIGHTMARE! He’s got him locked in it hard in the middle of the ring.

West: Logan is caught, he can’t get to the ropes!

Harris: And Valo is about to lock it in even more. There will be NO escape!

Valo now drops with a body scissors and Logan struggles to get out of it. He elbows away at Valo who just cinches it in harder. Logan fights with all his might, but eventually begins to fade away. Valo SCREAMS at the ref to check his arm. The ref lifts it once!

It falls…..ONE!

Harris: YES!

He lifts it again…..it falls…..TWO!

Harris: YES!

The third time…..it falls……..

Harris: YES!

West: NO!

Almost to the mat. Logan catches it at the last second and begins to fight out of the Hold! Valo punches him in the side of the head HARD twice and then Valo screams at the ref “RING THE BELL! RING THE BELL”

West: This is uncalled for! As if the cheating wasn’t blatant enough, he is dictating the ref HOW to cheat!

The Ref shakes his head saying no way. VALO is pissed and breaks the hold, shoving the Ref hard into the corner. He rolls out of the ring and quickly grabs the NA title. He rolls back into the ring as Logan rises and SCREAMS at the ref to turn around.

Harris: WHOA! I think the ref got something in his eye!

Valo charges at Logan and BLASTS him with the title. HE then backs up and wraps the title around his arm before running and dropping it hard across Logan’s face. He tosses the title out, screams at the ref and makes a cover. The crowd boos so loudly that the announcers are almost drowned out!

West: I don’t believe this!

The ref gives a VERY fast count!
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The crowd EXPLODES in boos!

Harris: WHAT a hard fought victory there by Valo! However did he earn that?

West: This is literally the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen. Why not just hand the title to Valo instead of going through this charade!

FIRST FALL: The Finnish Phenom Tuhao Valo.
Valo 1 – Logan 0

Valo is quick to get Logan up again. Hooks him and lifts him up vertically. HE walks him around the ring, taunting the fans who are SHOWERING him with hate! He then DROPS him with a HARD Brainbuster.

Harris: The DOUBLE VISION Driver! This match is over!

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West: UNBELIEVABLE! The heart of the champion is something else! And folks we are just about 20 minutes into this match with Valo ahead 1 – 0.

Valo looks shocked at the outcome of that near fall. Valo whips Logan hard into the corner and follows up with a huge running knee…… THAT LOGAN DUCKS! Valo’s knee and leg collides with the steel post and he limps out of the corner.

West: Valo is limping! That knee may be DESTROYED!

Logan grabs him with a HUGE dragon Screw. He places it on the rope now and drops knee after knee on the leg of Valo followed by a HUGE elbow. He then yanks him into the middle of the ring and…. LOCKS IN A FIGURE FOUR! Valo screams in pain as he panics! He grabs the shirt of the ref screaming to get him out of this! The ref slaps his hand away and backs up. Valo tries to get out, but it’s locked in. Through all his struggles, he lays back to catch his breath…..but his shoulders are on the mat…

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Valo continues to try to pry the legs of Logan off of him, but Valo can’t do a DAMNED thing about it. HE uses all his upper body strength to pull himself to the ropes until he can’t pull anymore. He reaches out and…… the crowd CHEERS as he can’t get to the rope.

Harris: Come on Valo…. REACH!

West: Look at the pressure on Valo’s knee. He’s better off giving up and living to fight for the third fall.

But just then, the Ref walks over to the ropes, grabs the bottom one and pulls it CLOSER to Valo! The fans boo loudly as the ref tells Logan to BREAK the hold. When Logan refuses, the ref begins to count. 1…2….3…4…..Logan lets Valo out of the hold and argues with the ref again. Valo manages to roll out of the ring and sits on the outside trying to rest his legs!

West: What’s he doing? There’s no timeouts! The ref in your back pocket isn’t enough?

The ref blocks Logan from following Valo out as Valo shakes his legs and gets some feeling back in them. Finally Logan gets past the ref and rolls to the outside. He chases Valo around the ring until he rolls in! Logan follows right into the grasp of Valo who pulls him to his feet and delivers the COMMENCE DESTRUCTION!

Harris: NEW CHAMPION!!

Valo doesn’t cover right away. He falls in the corner with his injured legs. He crawls over and lays across Logan’s chest, exhausted.

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Harris: WHAT!

The ref points out the foot and Valo is pissed and chases the Ref around the ring trying to scream at him. Finally he corners him in the ring and screams at him. He lays into him big time…..until the ref has had enough and SLAPS VALO! Valo pops him hard in the jaw taking him down. The crowd boos loudly as Valo goes back to Logan and pulls him up for another Commense Destruction…..

But LOGAN GRABS HIM FOR A STRYKE FORCE INSTEAD!

West: What a counter by Logan, BUT THERE’S NO REF!

Logan crawls across Valo and the Crowd all scream out.

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Logan notices that the ref isn’t counting and sees him laid out in the ring. He turns to Valo now and smiles. He pulls him in the middle of the ring, grabs his legs and…. LOCKS IN THE PERFECT CHAOS THEORY!

West: Logan has him locked in the middle of this ring. Valo has nowhere to go!

Valo screams in pain as he tries to get away. He taps hard, but the ref is still just beginning to stir and not in position. The crowd cheers loudly for Logan Alexander who cinches it in even tighter. The ref gets up and sees the action. He gets in position to see Valo now who is managing to crawl toward the ropes. Valo shakes his head as he gets close. He reaches out, his fingertips edging toward the rope…… HE TAPS OUT!!!!

Harris: I can’t believe it!

SECOND FALL: LOGAN ALEXANDER.
Valo 1 – Logan 1

Logan lets go and scoots to his corner, sitting in it trying to catch his breath. Valo rolls over and tries to get to his feet, but his legs collapse. He tries again and manages to sit on the middle rope.

West: Folks, it’s all tied up! The Next Fall wins and there is just under 3 minutes left in this match!

The Referee looks at both men and calls for the bell. Logan explodes out of the corner and hits a Lou Thez press on Valo and pounds away with hard rights and lefts. HE gets up and grabs Valo for a Russian Leg Sweep, but Valo spins out of it and catches Logan for a DDT. But Logan pushes out of it and Goes for a Somoan Drop. But Valo slides down and spins Logan around and lifts him up for a TKO. But Logan slides down and grabs Valo for a BACKSLIDE pin.

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Logan gets to his feet and is met by Valo who hits a DESPERATION STO out of no where. Valo manages to make the cover.

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Harris: AHHH! I can’t look!

West: Who wants it more. Who is going to walk out of here with the North American Championship?

Both men lay down trying to catch their breaths. The ref doesn’t even bother to count them down knowing how important this match is. Valo and Logan meet in the middle of the ring. Right Hand by Valo. Left by Logan. Right by Logan. Left by Valo.

West: There is one minute left in this tie game! Who’s gonna deliver that final knockout?

Both men begin swinging wildly in the middle of the ring! Logan gets dropped to one knee, then comes back with a gut punch that drops Valo down. They brawl on their knees, neither man being able to take the upper hand.

Harris: Hey! When did we hire Knuckle’s midgets?

West: This is just all out bedlam folks!

Both men manage to get to their feet. Logan gets whipped into the ropes. HE comes back with a clothesline, but Valo ducks and runs into the ropes. Both men run at each other and LOGAN ducks now. They springboard off the ropes dive towards each other and……

COLIDE HEAD ON HEAD in mid air! They’re both down for the count struggling to get to their feet. Suddenly the timekeeper says something ……

DING DING DING!

Harris: WHOA WHOA! What happened?

West: I think they ran out of time!

The ref confers with Paige and the timekeeper. Finally Paige nods as Valo and Logan look on from opposite corners.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen…. The time limit has expired! The falls were tied at 1 each so therefore this match is a DRAW!

Valo shakes his head in disappointment as Logan looks unsatisfied either. The crowd boos wanting a final winner in this awesome showcase.

Paige: And as such…. STILLLL North American Champion……!

The microphone is stolen away from Paige by Valo to loud boos from the crowd!

Finnish Phenom: NO! NO! I did not bust my ass for a half hour to walk away empty handed. Come on Logan…. Let’s finish this!

The crowd cheers all of a sudden as Logan grabs the microphone!

Logan Alexander: You know what…. I’m not quite satisfied. I think there needs to be one winner, and ONLY one winner. Make this SUDDEN DEATH!

Both Logan and Valo glare at each other. The ref shrugs and calls for the bell.

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West: This match is going to continue and these two guys MUST be exhausted!

Valo rushes Logan and hits him with a sucker punch. He hooks him for a Double Underhook suplex and slams him down hard on the mat. He makes the cover.

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Valo pulls him up, but Logan counters and grabs Val by the head for the CHAOTIC IMPACT! He then pulls him back up and delivers the Chaotic Shockwave! He crawls over for the cover.

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Harris: These two guys may kill each other before one of them actually gets the victory!

West: Nobody wants to be the guy who ALMOST won this match!

Logan pulls him up on his shoulders for the Chaotic Finale

West: OH MY! Here it comes….NO!

Valo slides down and hooks Logan for the DOUBLE VISION DRIVE

Harris: DROP HIM ON HIS HEAD!

But Logan Slides down and reaches for the STRYKE FORCE

West: He hit it… NO! Counter

Valo counters and hooks in for the Commence Driver

Harris: GAME OVER!

Logan spins mid Move and grabs Valo’s head again!

West: STRYKE FORCE … NO! Counter

Valo Shoves him off into the ropes. Valo goes for a back body drop but Logan hops over him and between his legs rolling him up with a sunset flip but modifies it with his Legs pinning Valo’s back too!

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Valo kicks out a split second too late!

DING DING DING!

Harris: NOOOOOOOOO

Paige: Winner of this match…….and STIIIIILLLLLLLL North American Champion….. Logan ‘Chaos Stryke” Alexander!!!!!!

Logan collapses to the outside with his title exhausted. Valo looks on like he can’t believe he let this one slip through his fingers!

West: What a match but we are WAY out of time. So good night and we’ll see you next week.

The camera cuts to the backstage area where Sienna Harrison and Alexander Duvall look, in horror, at the monitor as Logan Alexander is declared victorious. Robina Hood and Christian Kane are with them in the room, visible in the background. All four of them glare at Hannah Storm as Hannah steps in front of Duvall and Sienna and sighs.

She starts to raise her microphone, but Sienna slaps the microphone out of her hand. Duvall buries his face in his hands and shakes his head...