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Post by Johnny Rebel on Jan 17, 2013 22:21:30 GMT -4
The pyro blasts through the arena as the camera pans to catch as many signs as possible. We cut immediately to the ring, where Nicky Paige is ready to announce the opening match, when the Sindicate theme song ''Time to say Goodbye'' by Sarah Brightman and Andrea Bocelli hits the PA system as the Sindicate makes their grand entrance to the classical composition. Lester Only is leading the pack this time around with a microphone and his billion dollar brief case in hand as Terry Marvin arrogantly saunters out from behind with the undisputed championship slung around his shoulder. The LeWinter sisters are documenting the event with cam corders while Felipe holds both of his babes around their waists. Harvey: What a way to kick off Thursday Evening Overdrive, Johnny! Another douzy of an interview with Level-One. You know, I was hoping once Level-One lost to CJ Gates this entire Sindicate deal would be over but it only appears to have gotten stronger as a result!Chase: Over the past several weeks we have seen a transition of Terry Marvin becoming an ally of the Sindicate to a full fledged member. And word has it, they're looking to expand their territory. Harvey: Well what I do know is they aren't up to anything good. Last week, Level-One demanded that a survive and conquer competitor by the name of Vannah White withdraws from the match or Level-One threatened to make them all pay.Chase: Trust me, he will. She needs to women down and do the right thing, Harvey!Level-One is in the center of the ring backed up by Terry Marvin, Felipe DeLorean and the LeWinter sisters. With a microphone in hand he address the English crowd. Level-One: Last week in Livercesspool England, I specifically issued a kind request that Vannah White do the right thing on her countries soil and respectfully remove herself from the survive and conquer spectacle that will occur in her hometown in London, UK. In this request she was granted with one week to withdraw from the match or innocent men would surely pay for her indiscretions. While the Sindicate does not enjoy having to resort to threats - we understand that sometimes you need to flex your muscle if you want to get things done in this business and while you may not agree with it - each and every one of you WILL learn how to respect it.''SIN DI KIT, SUCKS''
''SIN DI KIT, SUCKS''
''SIN DI KIT, SUCKS'' The crowd chants begin to which Level-One mockingly jives his head to - which turns the chants into out right boos, again. Level-One: You impolite bastards! Listen, Vannah. You need to do the right thing. You need to come out here and withdraw from the match like we've kindly asked you to do. If you don't - how do you expect to fair in this match anyways? How do you expect to survive knowing that a man with a billion dollar briefcase essentially has a bounty on each and everyone of their heads and it's all because of you? Sure - we won't be able to get the all of them but random selection is enough to strike fear into their hearts in of itself. Vannah, you may hold onto your spot but as a result others won't be so lucky...Level-One puts on a fake face of sorrow as he curls his lips and pretends as if he was holding back tears. Despite his status in Hollywood - he really didn't have a career in acting. It wasn't something that came to him naturally and one could argue it's because he's just THAT real. Level-One: I mean imagine everyone waiting for their first entry, their hero Nick Watson... only to have his bloodied carcass tossed out onto the ramp for the entire world to see? That's quite a beautiful way to kick off a show, don't you think? Or how about I set a scene for you backstage - with bodies laid out by the dozen like food on the nearby catering table - welcome to the buffet of destruction! Imagine a survive and conquer match without it's prized 100 man quota... because dozens of them couldn't even make it to the damn ring!? The crowd absolutely hates this but the Sindicate can't help but crack up laughing - Terry Marvin can barely control himself as he almost keels over. Level-One: ... how about Biggs? How about I march out down to this ring while it's still empty and I stomp his goddamned brains out all over the...Suddenly ''White Flag'' by Dido hits the PA system interrupting Level-One's rant. The Sindicate's focus directly shoots up the ramp as Vannah White steps out from the back wearing a white long dress - clearly in no mood to compete. The crowd reception for the New Queen of Sin is huge. ''VANNAH WHITE!''
''VANNAH WHITE!''
''VANNAH WHITE!'' Harvey: Vannah White has received quite the reception here and for good reason!Chase: So what? She built a name for herself on the underground circuit - she's hanging out in the big times right now! She better forget these fans and do the right thing!Vannah White lifts the microphone up to her lips, slowly. Vannah White: Level-One, I heard your threats last week and haven't stopped thinking about them since then. As I stand on this stage and see you with your new friends, I don't hate you. I don't despise you. I'm not even angry at you, Level-One. No. I feel sad for you. I pity you. I love you Lester and I fear not what you are but what you have become. The crowd stirs with confusion as does Level-One and the rest of his Sindicate cohorts. Vannah White brushes her hair back and teases them all with a sly grin. Vannah White: I understand that i am not talking to my friend Lester Only, anymore. I understand that the man I knew wouldn't hurt me like this. And I understand that the man before me today isn't Lester Only but power hungry tyrant under the pseudonym Level-One - and so as a result I have no choice but to take your threats to heart. There is no doubt in my mind that you will do everything you have said you'd do here today and as a result, I am hereby withdrawing from the survive and conquer match.Harvey: WHAT!?Chase: Yes! That's an exercise of power, baby!The crowd cries out in awe - while the Sindicate celebrates. Vannah White: I'm sorry from the bottom of my heart to everyone I let down here today but I can't allow the actions of one to effect the life's of many. I refuse to become like them. I won't become a self centered, selfish, spoiled brat like Level-One! Today, I hope each and everyone of you take this for what it is - a sacrifice. The Sindiciate is only as strong as we are weak and until we come together and realize that... well... then our world is theirs for the taking.Vannah White wipes a tear away as she holds her head up high. Vannah White: Thanks for the opportunity APW - believe me - it was an amazing feeling while it still lasted. Vannah White looks down at the ramp and slowly let's the microphone fall onto the top of the ramp before turning around and disappearing behind the curtains all the while the Sindicate celebrates in the ring - all of them with the exception of Level-One; who watches her leave with the last remnants of emotion still left in his eyes before he closes them shut. Harvey: I hope the Sindicate feels great about what they've done here tonight! I hope they feel REAL proud of themselves! SICKENING.Chase: I'm sure this wasn't easy for Level-One either, Harvey but he had to do it! It was for the greatest cause! It was for the Sindicate!Terry Marvin wraps an arm around Level-One's shoulder - to which Level-One finally smiles and he too joins the celebration. Harvey: Only death will help that man.Chase: Oh come on! You just took this way too far! You need to settle down before you lose your job - hating on a hero like that!Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall….he 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 first 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. "Smooth Criminal" by Alien Ant Farm hits the PA as the fans stand up as Nick Watson emerges on the entrance ramp with a girl on each of his arms. He grins widely as the fans let out cheers and whistles at him and for the two girls, he then asks both the girls to make their way down to the ring, which they promptly do, allowing Nick to look around the arena in a non-distracted fashion. Nick raises his fist to the sky and pumps it a few times, each time green and white pyrotechnics explode around the entrance ramp, after the third time he stops, and makes his way down to the ring. As he reaches the ring, the girls lower the ropes so that he can get inside the ring easily, he grins, and then does so, making sure to kiss the two girls, and then tell them to leave. They obey and make their way backstage. Nick then looks at the entrance ramp as he takes off his shirt, to the adoration of some of the women at ring side, and throws it out into the crowd, as he gets ready for his match to start. Paige: And their Opponents….. Introducing First from Carson City Nevada NICK WATSON"This Means War" by Busta Rhymes plays out over the loud speaker as on the jumbo tron a giant video of Mark Mania's career highlights plays. Mark Mania walks out from backstage with the Overdrive Championship Title securely over his shoulder. He raises it above his head with his right arm as the crowd cheers. He walks down the ramp slapping the hands of the fans as he gets down there. He slides under the bottom rope and hands the Overdrive title off to the referee. Paige: And his TAG TEAM PARTNER from Melrose Massachusetts the APW OVERDRIVE CHAMPION….. MARK MANIA!!!!
Nick Watson & Mark Mania vs. The Sons of the South
Chase: YEE HAW let’s get this hoe down in gear.
Harvey: Are you high?
Chase: Just doing something to add a bit of interest into this craptacular match!
Harvey: At Survive and Conquer, Mania and Gooch will be facing off for Mark‘s Overdrive title. Tonight they get a chance to see what each other is about.
Mark and Gooch start things off as they lockup in the middle of the ring. Gooch shoves Mark all the way into the corner and squishes him there. and Gooch lifts Mark up for an easy scoop slam. He goes for a big Elbow Drop but Mark rolls out of the way. Mark bounces off the ropes and hit’s a flying elbow to the head of Gooch. Gooch stumbles but does not go down. Mark comes off the ropes and hits another. Again Gooch does not go down. Mark tries again and gets caught with a huge power slam.
Chase: Woooo weeeee, don’t make that big fella mad! That Piggy’s got a temper.
Harvey: WOULD YOU STOP?
Gooch makes the cover.
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KICKOUT!
Mark rolls away from Gooch and gets to his feet. Gooch charges with a clothesline but Mark ducks under and hits him with a roundhouse Kick that sends him stumbling back! Mark goes for another but Gooch blocks it and hit’s a clothesline taking Mark to the mat. Gooch pulls him up and goes to lock him in a Bear Hug, but Mark slides out of it, kicks Gooch in the gut and hit’s a DDT! He makes a cover.
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BIG KICKOUT!
Chase: God I hope this isn’t a preview of Survive and Conquer. Then again, it’d be a good time for a snack break!
Harvey: Mania has been one HELL of an OD champion that‘s for sure, But Gooch is looking to make his mark! So far, These two have gone all out and are just looking for the other to slip up.
Mark pulls Gooch to his feet, but he is shoved hard into his corner, his back colliding hard with the Turnbuckle. As Mark stands there, Watson reaches over and tags himself in! Mark looks non too pleased. Nick runs and hit’s a DROPKICK to the chest of Gooch. This sends Gooch back a step, but he scowls at Nick and pounds his chest calling for another. Nick hit’s the ropes and comes back for another Dropkick, but Gooch swats him away and Nick lands hare. Nick goes for a roundhouse but Gooch catches it and lifts Nick up for a HUGE Powerbomb! He covers.
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Chase: WHOA! Big mistake there by Nicky poo
Harvey: Watson has been sliding down the ranks HARD since his loss of the Xtreme title. Perhaps he just doesn‘t have it anymore!
Gooch beats away at Watson with huge clubs to the back. He pulls Nick up and whips him into the ropes and on the rebound he hits him with a STRONG LYRIAT! Nick Flips backwards as he falls hard on the mat. Gooch pulls him up and whips him hard into the corner. He follows it up with a FULL SPEED Avalanche. Watson tries to fall out of the corner, but Gooch catches him and whips him into the OTHER corner. Gooch runs full speed ahead and hits ANOTHER Avalanche! This time Watson colapses in the corner. Gooch pulls him out a bit. He climbs up to the second rope, bounces three time and JUMPS OFF Landing hard with a splash across the chest of WATSON!
Chase: THE GOOCH BOMB
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SHOULDER UP!
Chase: Watson was flattened by that exchange. I can’t believe he kicked out of that!
Harvey: Gooch is on a role and Mark Mania has no choice but to watch and feel no sympathy as Nick tagged himself in!
Gooch pulls Nick to the center of the ring and locks him in a Boston Crab! He sits back on the hold HARD as Nick screams in pain. Mark Mania tells him “DON’T YOU DARE TAP OUT” As Nick looks for a way to get out of this hold. Mark comes running in and hits Gooch on the back with a forearm strike to get him to drop it. Gooch gets in the face of Mark as the ref tries to break them up. Mark exit’s the ring as Gooch walks to his corner and tags in Mac Bane. Bane runs to kick Nick, but Watson rolls away fast and tags in Mania! Mania comes charging in, ducks under the clothesline from Bane and hits him with a swinging Neck Breaker!
Chase: Welp the best part of this match is over. I love seeing Watson get trounced. Guess I’ll just have to settle for Bane
Harvey: Gooch is on a role and Mark Mania has no choice but to watch and feel no sympathy as Nick tagged himself in!
Mark and Bane get back to their feet. Mark whips him into the ropes and drops him with a drop toe hold. He drops an elbow to the back of Bane’s head and stomps away at him. He finally pulls him back up to his feet and takes him down hard with a roundhouse kick right to the face. Mark grabs Bane as he is rising and locks in a SLEEPER HOLD! He has it on hard and Bane tries to fight him off. He gets an elbow to the gut, then another. But as he turns around to face Mark, he’s met with a kick to the gut. Mark hooks his head and leg and DROPS HIM with a fisherman’s suplex. Mark heads to the top rope and leaps off with a flying elbow drop and makes a cover.
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Chase: Wow! Little bit of resiliency there out of Bane as Mania just dominated him.
Harvey: Mark is looking right at Gooch now saying that this is gonna be him. Unfortunately, Gooch is a BUNCH bigger than Bane, so easier said than done!
Mark stomps on Bane and kicks him into the corner. Bane pulls himself up but Mark unleashes with a series of chops and Then pulls him out and shoves him face first into the turnbuckle, catches him on the rebound and hit’s a HUGE German Suplex. He then pulls him back up and delivers a Piledriver as the fans cheer really getting behind their champion. He pulls him up one more time, hooks him in a front face lock and lifts to a vertical press. He stands right in front of Gooch jawing at him, then DROPS Bane with a brain buster. He covers
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Broken up by Gooch.
Chase: Gooch just saved this match….and that’s why I’m pissed at him.
Harvey: I think we‘re going to get to see another preview of Survive and Conquer right now!
Mark and Gooch get in each other’s face again before the ref separates them. Bane uses the time taken up by the distraction and crawls into his corner, Taging in Gooch. But before Gooch can enter the ring… Mark hits him with a jumping knee lift to the head and knocks him off the apron. Gooch lands on his feet and shakes off the cob webs. He then turns and sees the Overdrive title sitting on the timekeepers table. He goes over and picks it up, admiring it. Mark gets pissed and charges out of the ring over to him! He grabs the title and they start a bit of a tug of war
Chase: What is this?
Harvey: I don‘t know but the Ref is counting them out.
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Gooch throws a right hand at Mark. Mark follows up with a left and they begin brawling on the outside.
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Mac grabs Mania off of his partner and is rewarded with a kick to the gut and a MANIA MADNESS
Harvey: MANIA MADNESS ON THE OUTSIDE, and Mac Bane is OUT COLD
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Nick grabs Gooch from behind and gets a Razorback Scrambler out of nowhere!
Chase: RAZORBACK SCRAMBLER, and now NICK WATSON is out and I’m liking Gooch a little bit more.
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TEN!!!!
Chase: Both men are brawling in the crowd, their partners are knocked out, and the ref just counted to ten!
Harvey: This is certainly not over between Mark and Gooch and it will be settled in 11 days!
DOUBLE COUNT OUT
Gooch and Mania continue to brawl through the crowd and into the back as Security is brought out the break them up and hold them back, still trying to get at each other! We cut to the back, in the deepest recesses of the arena we find John Dionysus in his locker room. Already in pretty much his entire in-ring attire, he is currently taping his wrists when his friend and agent Vern Wheeler walks in and tosses him an energy drink. Wheeler: They only had that Donkey Punch stuff. It tastes like crap, but I suppose it hits the spot.Dionysus looks right at Wheeler and shakes his head. Wheeler: What? Something I said? Dionysus takes the energy drink and places it on a nearby bench, then gets back to taping his wrists. Wheeler: So you’re really going through with this? The look Dionysus gives Wheeler speaks volumes, like a doubt never crossed his mind and Wheeler’s question is a derisory one. Wheeler: I just, well I never thought I’d see the day when you’d agree to team-up with someone like Evan Envi. Dionysus: What do you mean by that? Wheeler: You know what I mean. This kid is brash, disrespectful, egotistical; he calls himself ‘The MegaMegaStar’ for Christ’s sake.Dionysus: You don’t have to be patronising, Vern. When was the last time you went toe to toe with the best wrestlers in the world night after night? Wheeler says nothing, but ducks his head knowing he has no plausible response. Dionysus: Sure Evan’s got his flaws, but we all do. He’s just a young guy with a bucket load of ambition. You want to chastise him for that? He’s made mistakes, but he knows that; he just needs someone who’s seen it all, who knows what it’s like to fall in this business, to guide him not to repeat those mistakes. Wheeler: I just don’t trust the kid; there is something about that look in his eyes. Dionysus: You shouldn’t be so cynical Vern; it’s about time people around here started giving Evan Envi a chance; you never know, he may even surprise you. There is a moment silence between the two as Dionysus finishes off his wrists. Dionysus: Anyway, we both knew a long time ago a young guy who was also a little brash, maybe even conceited, and wanted success yesterday. Remember that guy? Wheeler smiles as the memories flood back about the younger Dionysus, a kid who said he would conquer the wrestling world, but a sudden flash of darkness alters his expression to something more morose as he remembers how badly Dionysus fell into addiction and ruin. Wheeler: It’s a shame that guy lost his way. Dionysus: Yeah, well we can’t let the abyss take ‘em all, can we? I can see Evan Envi has before him all the opportunities I couldn’t take; he has ‘it’; I know, I’ve wrestled the guy hand to hand and I’ve felt that indescribable thing that all the greats have. I can’t let him simply fall into darkness like I did; I, of all people, know how precarious, how deceptive the road back is. Wheeler: So that’s what this is all about – you want to redeem yourself vicariously through Evan Envi? Dionysus: It’s too late for me now to climb the mountain, but the least I can do is show someone able enough the right path to the top. Dionysus grabs the energy drink and turns to leave, but Wheeler calls out to him. Wheeler: I still don’t know; it all feels so contrived, a touch too convenient the way the pieces have fallen into place. Dionysus: You think Evan Envi has concocted this whole affair to deceive me? Dionysus scoffs. Dionysus: That’s your problem, Vern, you always did think too highly of me. Trust me; everything is going to work out fine. Dionysus exits the room, leaving an ashen-faced Wheeler alone with his thoughts. |
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Jan 17, 2013 22:29:47 GMT -4
We come back from commercial and head back stage as the camera rests on the locker room of Michael Lively. As his name plate comes into focus, the fans in the arena watching on the tron begin to boo. Suddenly the door opens and out walks Michael Lively dressed in dark black camouflage, a tactical helmet, and his face painted as if he were going on a secret ops mission. Sabur and Jerry O'Harrow step out matching the self dubbed savior of wrestling. Lively touches his neck and begins to speak quietly. Lively: Coms check...you hear me. Eagle 1 check-check!! Sabur shakes his head answering Lively. Sabur: Of course we can hear you, we are standing right here!! Lively: The com man use the damn com!! Lively points to his ear reiterating his point about communicating via radio. The Jesus rolls his eyes and then presses on his neck once more. Lively: We ready to do this? Lets go!! Lively carefully walks down the hall briefly then stops looking back at his hired hands giving them hand signals that really make no sense. Jerry O'Harrow and Sabur simply follow Lively's lead as the slink through the back halls. The three men round a corner, and Lively turns to them once more, this time motioning for them to keep quiet. Lively waves toward Sabur holding up three fingers. Sabur shakes his head and motions back with two. Lively cocks his head, presses on his throat to activate the radio. Lively: If I want a three pack of explosives then give me three!! Sabur reluctantly reaches into his cargo pocket handing over the explosive devices that Michael Lively was demanding. Lively sticks them to the door right by the handle and strings out the wiring. All three men back up, as Lively this time looks toward Jerry O'Harrow as if making sure he was ready to do his part. Jerry grabs what looks like a canister out of his cargo pocket. Jerry: Flash bang...my bad!!! Jerry then engages the microphone on his radio this time trying not to irritate the already edgy Michael Lively. Jerry: Flash bangs ready!! Lively smiles then motion a three second countdown with his hand. Sabur interrupts the countdown. Sabur: Hey, I thought the plan was flash bangs and smoke grenades? Lively's face lights up as he had forgotten another key element to this Black Op Mission. Jerry here's this and grabs out a smoke grenade as well ready to go. Lively and Sabur both pull out small gas masks from their left side pockets. Jerry seems to be more thrilled with the canisters in his hand like a redneck at a firework stand, his face is glowing with excitement. Lively: A.C. Smith wishes to stick his nose in MY business week after week, we will see how he likes it when the JESUS pays it forward!!! Again Lively motions a three second count down this time pressing the switch. The camera shows the door right before he presses the button and it reads A.C. Smith, before a huge explosion blows it cleanly of the hinges. This wooden entry point shatters into pieces before hitting the wall across the hall. The JESUS motions for Jerry O'Harrow to do his thing, he tosses in the smoke grenade first. A the locker room begins to fill with a thick cloud. Jerry follows it up seconds later with the flash bang grenade. It rolls into the room sending out a concussion. Lively stands up motion for his troops to follow him into battle. Sabur enters the locker room, then Jerry. The washed up wrestler turned Lively's boom stick handler begins choking and hacking as he forgot to mask up. Sabur shakes his head as Lively starts trying to find Smith in the haze. He topples over what seems to be a couch, throws bags around, knocks over a TV monitor yet no sign of Smith. The smoke clears, Lively and Sabur pull off their masks as Jerry O'Harrow sits on the floor hacking and rubbing his eyes. Jerry: Holy shit man it burns!! Sabur: He's not even here Mike!!Lively looks around slightly irritated by the foul timing of his plan. Sabur: Bro we just blew his fucking door off, we grenades the shit out of his locker room, and now you trashed it like a Russian Spy looking for intel. Sabur stands there with his hands in the air looking at his boss. Lively still silent finally decides to speak. Lively: I have an idea!! Michael Lively walks over to the coffee table seemingly untouched from the chaos. He grabs the note pad of paper and pen resting there. He begins jotting down a message, then tosses it back on the table. Lively: That should do it!! Sabur: Oh yeah, what'd you say!!! Lively: Basically told him this is just the beginning, I called my old pal the Devil and he is letting me bring Hell to his doorstep.Sabur: Hmmm!! Lively walks out of the trashed locker room. Sabur picks up Jerry by his shirt the man still moaning in pain. Just as the three get outside into the hall, Lively turns around with a devilish grin on his face. Lively: I like that, bringing Hell to his door step...you know what burn that bitch down!! Sabur: What???Lively: You heard me...burn his fucking locker room...NOW!!! Following orders Sabur grabs another canister from Jerry's cargo pants. The big man flicks the pin, tosses it inside A.C. Smiths locker room, and waits for a brief second. Then an explosive fireball engulfs the room as Lively smiles with pleasure. Sabur: This could be expensive!!! Lively: Please they will have the fire out before you know it, and when Smith reads that note I left...Again Sabur hangs his head shaking it from side to side. Lively looks around then looks at Jerry. Lively: Hey...old timer, you are going to kick it here, when people start asking what happened, you tell them Michael Lively is bringing Hell to A.C. Smith's doorstep!!! Jerry nods his head in agreement with his orders, still wiping the tears from his eyes, as Lively slaps Sabur on the shoulder telling him it's time to bounce. The two walk off as the flames flicker out of the open door way. We head back to ringside. 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: The following non-title contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, at a combined weight of 430lbs, they are the current APW Tag Team Champions...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. “Helter Skelter” by The Beatles blasts from the PA. There is a mixed reaction from the crowd as Evan Envi and John Dionysus step out from the back: the marks of cheering Dionysus and jeering Evan Envi, although there are a few smarks showing love for ‘The MegaMegaStar’. Paige: Their opponents, at a combined weight of 467lbs, they are the team of “THE MEGAMEGASTAR” EVAN ENVI and JOHN DIONYSUS!!!Evan makes his way to the ring in an unusual fashion, instead of the sickening grin on his face, he is trying to ingratiate himself with the fans, even tapping a few hands of those in the front row. Dionysus follows behind, simply doing his usual thing. They slide into the ring, Evan prances about the ring, beaming away and try to look like the jolly customer; Dionysus is as intense as ever when about to engage in battle. Non-Title Tag Team Match
The Dying Breed [Anthony “The Promise” Bailey & Jair Hopkins] (c) vs. Evan Envi & John Dionysus
If Evan Envi & John Dionysus win, they get an APW Tag Team Championship shot at their chosen opportunity.
With all the fanfare over and done with the match begins with John Dionysus and Anthony Bailey in the ring. After a bit of shuffling around they come together in a collar-elbow tie-up, Dionysus using his extra bulk to gain a slight advantage, but Bailey shows his resilience and fortitude by not giving much ground. Realising a deadlock they separate and shuffle about a little more before locking up for a second time. This time Dionysus manages to get a good bit of momentum behind him and pushes Bailey onto the ropes near the Envi/Dionysus corner. Dionysus whips Bailey across the ring into the ropes, charges through and drops the former APW World Heavyweight Champion with a running high knee to the face. Dionysus hits the ropes again as Bailey starts to rise, but Bailey sees him coming, drops down in to a press-up position, Dionysus leaps over the top of Bailey, hits the ropes opposite and comes back...but Bailey counters with a hip toss. Dionysus is quickly back on his feet as the crowd applaud the opening exchanges of the match.
Harvey: A reminder folks: this alliance between John Dionysus and Evan Envi coming about at The MegaMegaStar’s behest.
Chase: I don’t know what was wrong with Envikado. I loved those guys.
Dionysus moves across and tags in Evan to a mix reaction. Evan quickly makes a move for Bailey and a collar-elbow tie-up, but Bailey has the leverage and puts Envi down with a hip toss, which is followed by a clothesline as Envi gets back to his feet. Bailey tags in Jair Hopkins, then holds Evan in a chinlock as Hopkins hits the ropes and lands a sliding forearm on Envi, making a quick cover...
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Hopkins lifts Envi to his feet whips Envi into a corner and follows through with a corner splash. As Envi stumbles out of the corner, Hopkins hits the ropes and connects with a single-handed bulldog, then moves across and tags in Anthony Bailey.
Harvey: The Dying Breed look a well-oiled machine out there; using quick tags to keep each other fresh.
Chase: They’ve learnt very quickly these two, and you’d think they had been a team for years, not merely a matter of months.
Bailey has Envi on his feet and whips him with a snap suplex, followed by a standing elbow drop. Dionysus is leaning over from his corner, shouting out words of encouragement. Bailey lifts Envi to his feet and tries to get him in position for the Word of Promise, but Envi counters by pushing Bailey into the ropes and responding with a spinning calf kick. This gives both a chance to take a breather and work they way towards their respective corners to make the tag. The tag is made simultaneously, Dionysus is in first and he charges across the ring, catching Jair with a running clothesline. Hopkins gets to his feet and finds himself quickly wrapped up and launched across the ring with the De Profundis suplex. Dionysus moves quickly and makes a cover...
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This invites Evan Envi into the ring and he delivers a few hard shots to Anthony Bailey, knocking him on to the ropes, then delivering a Cactus clothesline that sends both men over the top rope and crashing to the floor outside the ring.
Harvey: It’s all getting a bit chaotic now. We’ve got wrestlers sprawled in front us; anything could happen here.
Chase: Let’s not forget Evan Envi came to John Dionysus’ aid there. He’s really proving himself to be a strong team player.
Dionysus looks over to check on his partner, but taking his eye off the ball costs because as he turns Jair Hopkins catches him with a knee smash, follows this up with a lifted inverted DDT.
Harvey: This could be real trouble for John Dionysus.
Jair springboards off the middle rope and lands a moonsault double foot stomp to the chest of Dionysus, completing the OMFG. The crowd buzzing from the excitement as Jair drops down over Dionysus and hooks the legs...
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Harvey: This is ove...NO! Evan Envi makes the save, dragging the ref out of the ring.
Chase: Now do you believe in Evan Envi! He’s playing the hero tonight, saving Dionysus from all sorts of peril.
Jair gets to his feet, then targeting Envi he slingshots over the top rope towards Envi, but ‘The MegaMegaStar’ counters with a savate kick on the mid-air Jair. Envi then picks Jair up and rolls him back into the ring, just in time to see Bailey coming and allowing Envi to counter Bailey’s charge with a drop toe hold, sending Bailey face first into the ring steps. With Bailey down Envi heads over to the timekeeper’s table.
In the ring, Jair groggily gets back to his feet but Dionysus is waiting and doubles Jair with a toe kick. Dionysus then takes Jair into a reverse facelock and delivers the Cerebral Bore. Dionysus is about to make a cover when Envi slides back into the ring holding the APW Tag Team Championship belts. Dionysus looks confused as Envi hands one to him.
Harvey: What on earth is going on here? Why is Envi holding those belts, they don’t belong to him.
Envi starts to gesticulate to Dionysus, pointing at the belt, then Jair Hopkins, explaining that Dionysus should use the belt on Hopkins. Dionysus shakes his head and starts to lecture Envi, telling him this isn’t the road they need to take.
Harvey: Thank goodness! It seems Dionysus is talking some sense and decency into Evan Envi here.
Chase: He’s throwing away a guaranteed route to victory.
Dionysus snatches the other belt from Envi, this draws a positive response from the crowd, and he turns to toss them into one of the corners. With Dionysus’ back turned, Envi reaches into his tights and slips on a set of brass knuckles. As Dionysus turns around, Envi moves and clocks him right between the eyes. The crowd start howling with digust.
Harvey: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!
That sinister smirk that Envi is so famed for spreads out across his face as he looks down at the floored Dionysus, then spreads his arms out in a Messianic pose. As the boos rain down on Envi he grabs Jair Hopkins and tries to drag him over the body of Dionysus, however Hopkins pushes him off and gets back to his vertical base. Envi explains that Dionysus is there to be covered, but Jair glimpses the brass knucks on Envi’s hand and figures out what is going on here.
Harvey: It was a damn set-up! This Evan Envi, what a despicable...
Chase: What a genius! He led Dionysus into a trap made of his own ego.
Bailey now rolls back into the ring and demands to know what is going on. Jair explains, pointing at the Dionysus and the brass knucks on the hand of Envi. The MegaMegaStar implores with The Dying Breed to make the cover and end the match, but the tag champs shake their heads with disgust and turn away to the corner, Envi reaches out and grabs Bailey’s arm, but he pushes Envi away and eyeballs him. Now the ref steps in to find out what is going on, but Envi violently pushes him to the floor and calls out to The Dying Breed, demanding they pin Dionysus. The ref has had enough though and calls for the bell, conferring with Nicky Paige about the decision.
Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has decided to disqualify the team of Evan Envi for mishandling an official, therefore the winners of this match...THE DYING BREED!!! There is a mixed reaction to that announcement, the marks of The Dying Breed being drowned out by the jeers for Envi. However, the Tag Champs have seen enough and they exit the ring, looks of disgust writ large across their face. Harvey: Why, Johnny, why has would Evan go to all of this trouble, just to set up and embarrass John Dionysus like this?Chase: He’s Evan Envi, The MegaMegaStar, his motives will always be incomprehensible to minions like you Harv.Evan rolls out of the ring to grab a folded steel chair, re-entering with it as Dionysus starts to get to his feet. Evan wastes no time though before delivering a sickening blow to the head of Dionysus, dropping the latter to the mat. Envi then mounts Dionysus and pounds away at his face, landing at least twenty shots; the crowd hurling abuse and jeers in Envi’s direction. Harvey: Somebody has to put a stop to all of this!Evan sets up the chair next to Dionysus, face now busted open, demands someone hand him a mic, and once armed, parks himself on the chair that just moments ago had broken the flesh of his foe. Evan: I said it once this week, to Biggs, but I'll say this again... I am sick and tired of second place. And second-place-- second-place, my friends, is where YOU ALL put me. YOU ALL put me in the #2 position in favor of people like Biggs. People like CJ Gates. People... Like... This...Evan lazily gestures to the tired Dionysus. Evan: I'm tired of having my career put on hold so you can have another shot at glory, John. I'm so tired of people thinking that I am anything OTHER than the main event, because people like you-- people that these fans didn't even CARE about until I reminded them why they should-- think that they can use me to launch themselves into the spotlight.
Well, I'm done. I'm done with it. Tonight, John, we've come to the end of the road, and I don't mean... For us. I mean for you.
Tonight, I'm going to put you back on the shelf where you found yourself most comfortable. I mean, come on, John. You don't love this. You don't care about these people. And most disgustingly, you don't care about the future... You... Don't care about me.
No one. No one cares about me. Except for one person, haha-- and that's your soon-to-be Xtreme Champion, Delikado.
Despite what Mark Mania might tell you, John, Envikado is still alive and kicking, and we're still the hottest damn commodity in sports-entertainment. NOT DIONENVI... ENVIKADO! And YOU have no place there, John. Hell-- you have no place here. What do you do? WHAT THE HELL DO YOU DO?! Haha-- where would you be without me, John?
Where?
I've given you the best two months that your career has ever seen, and... God... You're just so gullible, I couldn't help myself. I saw the opportunity to put you down and-- and I'm taking it. I'm taking my career back, John.
People like you, taking my time away from me...? I'm not going to stand for it anymore.Having said his piece, Envi gets to his feet and folds the chair into its weaponised form, putting the mic back to his lips. Envi: Now I’m going to end it all, Johnny, hah! I’m going to put you out this misery. I’m... I'm going to do what you just don’t have the balls to do.Evan nudges Dionysus with his foot, puts the mic back to his lips. Envi: Come on, get up!Envi now kicks Dionysus in the ribs. Envi: I SAID GET UP!Dionysus starts to stir, he gets to his knees. Envi: Are you ready, John? Ready to take your coup de grace?Evan tosses the mic to one side and raises the chair above his head. He’s about to bring it down on Dionysus, when the latter explodes and tackles Envi to the mat. The crowd explode with joy and cheers as Dionysus pushes the chair aside and starts pounding at Envi with his fists, his elbows, his forearms, a frenzied assault the like of which we haven’t seen in months from Dionysus. Harvey: THIS JUSTICE! I HOPE DIONYSUS TEARS ENVI A NEW ONE OUT THERE!Dionysus gets to his feet and calls Envi to his feet. Before Envi can get to his knees Dionysus grabs and lifts Envi onto his shouders. Dionysus is about to deliver The Midas Touch when Envi counters, sliding off Dionysus’ shoulders and rolling out of the ring, quickly scampering up the ramp to safety. Dionysus: EVAAAAAAN ENVIIIIIIII!Evan stops suddenly as Dionysus screams his name down the mic. Slowly Evan turns around to see a seething Dionysus breathing down the mic, his wild eyes fixed on Envi. Dionysus: You get back here and finish what you began you yellow bastard!DIE-OH-NYE-SUS
ENVI SUCKS!
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ENVI SUCKS! Evan composes himself and calls for someone to bring him a mic. When he has it, he tries to speak, but Dionysus cuts him. Dionysus: SHUT UP! I don’t want to hear a single syllable from that mouth of yours – it only speaks poison. I want you to crawl down here and we will end this right here, right now.That sinister smirk re-appears on Evan’s face now that he feels at a safe distance. Evan: All the jewels in the world won’t get me back in that ring, Johnny. I have nothing to prove to you; the whole world has seen how I played you like a maestro, hah! It’s over John, just accept I am better and smarter than you... I am The MegaMegaStar!Evan throws his arms out to the side once again, smirking into John's face, ignoring the hellacious boos from the audience until he's interrupted sharply and loudly with-- Dionysus: ONE MORE MATCH!The crowd roars in approval, but Evan sighs. Evan: Why John? What do I have to prove or gain from wrestling you again? I mean, I-- I've stripped you down and laid you bare for the world to see... To see just how pathetic and irrelevant you really are.
Besides. I’ve got something bigger and better to work towards. When I win the Survive & Conquer match, when I become a millionaire again, nothing and no-one will be able to stop ME from becoming the APW Undisputed Champion.The crowd boo that possibility. Dionysus: You’re right. I can’t offer you riches, glory, or even a shot at the biggest prize of them all. But I can offer you something infinite, something that can never be spent, something that cannot be corroded, something that can never taken away from you.Evan: Jesus Christ, John. Enough. What could you possibly offer me-?Dionysus: My career!Harvey: WHAT!The crowd are stunned into silence by the implication. Suddenly an interested smirk appears on Evan’s face. Dionysus: You and me, Survive & Conquer, you beat me and you will forever be the man who put an end to John Dionysus.Evan: And what do you expect in return?Dionysus: I’ll take the simple pleasure of busting up that pretty face of yours one last time.Evan's eyebrow twitches at the statement, but otherwise, the smirrk never leaves his life. Evan: And when I beat you, we never have to see you ever again.Dionysus: Never again. No catches, no conditions.Evan stews the thought over in his mind for a few seconds, then he bursts into a maniacal cackle, composing himself only to say. Evan: You... Are... ON!Harvey: Oh my God! As if Survive & Conquer couldn’t get any bigger! John Dionysus is risking it all! Evan starts to cackle to himself as ‘Helter Skelter’ blasts from the PA. Dionysus’ gaze remains fixated on Evan, as the latter turns and exits through the curtain. Harvey: The hate in Dionysus’ eyes I have never seen before; he’s desperate to get his hands on Evan Envi.Chase: He’s a fool. Start counting the days all you John Dionysus fans, you’re hero has just 11 days left! |
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Jan 17, 2013 22:31:23 GMT -4
The cameras head backstage where Biggs is pacing back and forth backstage - appearing to be on edge about something. In deep thought he doesn't see the figure sneak up behind him and is quite startled by it. Boo!The crowd watching the APWtron explode with cheers... it's Sally Talfourd standing in front of him with her hands on her hips. Biggs takes a deep breath. Biggs: I never thought I'd say this but boy am I glad to see you tonight!Sally Talfourd: Yeah, I was in town and heard you needed some help - so I figured why not help out an old friend. Can I actually call you that?Biggs: Yeah, why not?The two share a moment of awkwardly silence before shaking their heads free and find it in themselves to move past their history. Biggs: I don't want to sound like a wussy here but I'm not a fan about what went down out there tonight between Level-One and Vannah White. Vannah may be one of my competitors at survive and conquer but she deserves to be in that match and Level-One of all people is in no position to say otherwise.Sally smiled. Sally Talfourd: I don't think your wussy Biggs, it's cute. And well, you're right. Though, I think your taking way too much on your plate, Biggs. You need to focus on Level-One and survive and conquer not Vannah White or this is all going to end horribly for you.Biggs: Please?Sally Talfourd sighed. Sally Talfourd: Alright, I'll see what I can do about this. You don't worry about it, I'll handle it.Biggs: Sweet! Thanks Sally!Biggs goes to hug Sally but awkwardly pulls back. Instead he puts a hand up for a high five - Sally rolls her eyes and slaps his hand before Biggs makes a rather brash exit. Sally walks down the hallway and knocks Johnny Rebel's office door. It flies open and Johnny Rebel recoils in disgust. Johnny Rebel: What in the world do you want? Better yet - why are you even here on my show?Sally puts her foot down so to speak. Sally Talfourd: Johnny what happened out there to Vannah White tonight was wrong and as general manager of Overdrive it's kinda your job to fix it. Johnny Rebel tries to shut the door but Sally Talfourd puts her hand on the other side keeping it open. Johnny Rebel: Listen as far as I'm concerned Vannah White withdrew from the match on her own accord. Nobody forced her hand. There is nothing I can do about the situation. If Vannah White wants her spot in the match then she still has it until we officially name a replacement.Sally Talfourd: A replacement?Johnny Rebel: Yes, a replacement. And as it stands - Mr. Dangerous is currently on queue as he has come highly recommended by the Sindicate.Johnny Rebel smiles devilishly. Johnny Rebel: Anything else, Sally?Sally Talfourd glares at Johnny Rebel as she eases up on the door allowing Johnny Rebel to slam it shut. Sally Talfourd stands outside the door engaged in a moment of thought - it wasn't long before she had an idea. It was an brilliant idea, in fact. The camera zooms in on the stage as “Labyrinthe” blasts through the speaks, drowned out by the downpour of jeers and boos. After a moment, out steps Kurt Noble…but he’s a bit different this week. His eyes remain stony, his face remains just inches from a scowl, and he’s dressed in his ring gear, but the real difference is the red contained in his right hand. Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen, I..I don’t even know what to say about a man like Kurt Noble. Last week, this man brought his wife out to the wrestling ring, and when he didn’t get his demands, he…abused her in the middle of the ring. We’ve received updates that Amy Noble is fine, but Goddamit, there are lines here in APW!Chase: Look, I’m not defending wife-abusing…but Kurt Noble clearly feels cheated with this Chris Hart suspension. I guess if someone isn’t willing to compromise for Kurt, he’s not compromising for them…Harvey: Compromising, and delivering a Noble Neck-break to your wife are two totally different issues, Chase.Noble eyes the crowd as he makes his way down to the ring, confronted with sings ranging from “Kurt Noble: 2013’s Chris Brown” to a more subtle “I married Kurt Noble, and all I got his best friend and a black eye!” Noble steps into the ring, and wastes no time getting a microphone as his music dies down. He places the container aside, and lifts the microphone.
Noble: I-
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“YOU SUCK!”
Harvey: Yes, ladies and gentlemen, he does.
Chase: Actually, he pounds… but verb usage isn’t important here!Noble waits, his face drained of emotion as the crowd’s jeers eventually die off.
Noble: There was once a time where I felt I owed each and every one of you an explanation for when I crossed a line. If this was still 2012, I’d be out here spilling my heart out, apologizing for what I’d done…but this isn’t 2012. I’m not looking to spill my heart out…
I’m looking to Chris Hart’s heart out in the ring…literally.The boos ring in again, but Noble continues. Noble: Last week, I made my terms perfectly clear: If Chris Hart didn’t come out to the ring and accept one more match with me…there would be consequences. Maybe he didn’t believe me. Maybe he was scared. Hell, maybe he was never actually in the building! Regardless…he didn’t come to the ring, and yes…there were consequences.
Harvey: Using his own wife like that…disgusting!
Noble: But I took it a step further: I told Chris Hart that if he didn’t come out, and face me this week…that it would be APW’s turn. So…Chris…here I am, in the middle of an Action Packed Wrestling ring, smack dab in the middle of Birmingham, England. I have asked, and you ignored me. I have demanded, and you have ignored me. You’ve ignored my words, my actions, and my existence…but can you ignore…Noble reaches down, and unscrews the cap from the red container. He lifts it into the air. Noble: Fire?Noble tips the can, and liquid begins to spill all over the ring! Suddenly, panic arises through the crowd; those in the front-row lean back in their chairs, while others actually abandon their seats! Harvey: Is he…? Is that…? Jesus Christ, SECURITY!Chase: ..Might want to get the burn unit down here too…Noble empties the entire can, filling the entire ring with the dense liquid. He then reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a small, gray lighter.
Noble: The choice is in your hands now, Chris. You face me, right here, right now…. OR I BURN ACTION PACKED WRESTLING TO THE GROUND!With one click, the lighter is on! Noble holds it high in the air, his mouth trembling with rage as the crowd exits the front row!
Noble: If you don’t face me NOW, I haveNOTHING left! NOTHING! I’ll go down in flames with this Hellhole, and that’ll be on YOU! Terry Marvin’s rise, Amy’s fate…that’s on YOU! HOW MUCH BLOOD HAS TO BE SHED BEFORE YOU FACE ME-You are my poison! You are my poison!
Harvey: WHAT?!?
Chase: Hey now, he’s suspended!Noble is in total awe as out walks the man of the hour…Chris Hart! He wears the same dead-faced, age-induced look that Noble does. Noble lowers the lighter as the flame goes out. Chris walks to the ring, ignoring any and all cheers. He steps into the ring, and his music cuts off as he comes face to face with Kurt Noble. Chase: Hmm…security now, maybe?Noble and Hart say nothing for what seems like the longest time. Finally, Noble raises the microphone…but says nothing. The two men stand against one another for one minute, with neither so much as batting an eyelash. Noble looks down at the gasoline, and then at the lighter…before looking back at Chris… And just like that, the two collide! Their strikes are messy, uncoordinated, and unequivocally fierce! They land blow after blow , with neither man so much as reacting to the other’s punches! They go down, rolling in the gasoline as they both go for the other’s throats! Harvey: THEY’RE ROLLING IN GASOLINE WITH A LIGHTER! WHERE’S THE DAMN SECURITY!Chase: There they are!Suddenly, five armed guards rush the ring, and tackle both Noble and Hart! Neither man even acknowledges their presence, and they continue to keep swinging! Their blood begins to mix with the gasoline, mixed in with inaudible screams and threats! Their eyes are rabid, and their strikes fierce…to the point that both men break away from the security, and Hart spears Noble to the ground, digging his nails into Noble’s eyes!
Harvey: MORE SECURITY PLEASE!Chase: Actually…I think that’s a different kind of security!The camera shifts to the stage as out runs CJ Gates, Terry Marvin, AC Smith, Johnny Knuckles, and a slew of other roster members! They bombard the ring, and do their best to rip the animalized Chris Hart and Kurt Noble away from one another! Noble is gushing down Noble’s face, and a fierce cut has opened above Hart’s eyes.Yet…neither man stops swinging, pushing past the APW roster to get to one another! Noble: HE’S MINE! GET YOUR GODDAMN HANDS OFF OF ME!
Chase: Wow… we’ve got actual roster members trying to stop this bloodbath! Jesus Christ, this war between Kurt Noble and Chris Hart as ripped this place apart!
Harvey: Let’s not forget that no one wants to see APW burn to the ground…that much, we all have a stake in!Both men are finally torn apart by a singular voice…
Jeff: That’s ENOUGH!Like an electric shock to the spine, both Noble and Hart stop, facing Jeff on the stage. Noble rips himself free of CJ Gates, and turns to him, his eyes bloodthirsty. CJ doesn’t step away.
Jeff: Don’t even THINK about it! This is NOT how I wanted to start this night, and we AREN’T going to see this happen! Security, I want you to throw out this trespasser from our ranks; he’s not a paid member of our roster, and will not-Suddenly, Hart grabs the earlier microphone…
Hart: You don’t want to pay me? Fine. You don’t want me in your company? Fine…but regardless of what you say, or believe Jeff…what Kurt’s done will not go unanswered. I swear on my career that Kurt Noble is going to pay…Hart turns to Noble, who’s final calmed to the point of remaining solitary.
Hart: Jeff won’t let us wrestle at Survive and Conquer…so we won’t wrestle. You and I are going to fight. No bell, no referee, no beginning or ending…we’re just going to fight. I accept your challenge, Kurt… and when it’s over, you’ll have wished you’d have burned to death in this ring. Believe that.Hart drops the microphone as security yanks him away. Jeff says nothing as he scorns the body-filled ring. Harvey: President Jeff can’t possibly allow something like this to happen at Survive and Conquer, can he? I mean, ignoring the suspension, it’ll be a massacre…one of these men won’t come back!Chase: Maybe that’s why he SHOULD allow it! We almost saw our ring set on fire…if this keeps on, one of these men is going to destroy this company. Let them settle it once and for all!Noble’s eyes remains locked on Hart as he’s dragged away. Hart and Jeff make a fierce eye contact, before he’s dragged away. Marvin sneers at Noble, who has no words for the current Undisputed Champion. Jeff: As far as I’m concerned Kurt, this little display out here…it never happened. That goes for the rest of you too! Get backstage, and get cleaned up…and if I hear from you at ALL for the rest of the night, I’ll make sure that you and Chris Hart never, ever step into another wresting again! Am I clear?Noble says nothing as he’s dragged away. Noble: Crystal.A clean-up crew begins to surface around the ring as the scene fades to black. |
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Jan 17, 2013 22:32:17 GMT -4
We come back from commercial break to find Shane West is standing beside Shadow and the fans in the arena erupt with cheers. Shadow stands there wearing his black leather trench coat with the old school sunglasses over his eyes. Beneath the duster Shadow wears one of his older shirts with the white sun eclipsed on it. Shadow has his arms folded across his chest as usual. Shane holds a microphone up to his mouth. Shane West: Ladies and gentlemen! I’m standing here with a man who needs no introduction. Tonight Shadow you tag with APW legend Biggs to take on Level One and Evan Envi. Plus you’ve your former tag partner Slade Craven has issued a Rasslemania challenge for you. There must be a lot on your mind, Shadow. So please don’t keep us in the dark.Shadow: What a perfect word: dark. Are you afraid of the dark Shane?Shane: Well I uh. That’s not really why we’re here Shadow.The big man just stares down at the Meltdown commentator. Shadow: Shane, I asked you a question.Shane: No, no I am not afraid of the dark, Shadow.Shadow: But you are afraid of me. I remember what you said about me when I debuted on Meltdown. I heard what you were telling Harris off mic. You said you were glad I was worthless and crap.Shane: Well Shadow you and Slade were never very nice to me when you ran the A.K.A. You ridiculed me and harassed me...Shadow: You disrespected our personal space. Just like you’re disrespecting my personal space right now.He nods to the microphone thrust into his face as Shane slowly backs his hand away. Shadow reaches up and snatches Shane’s hand and brings botht he hand and microphone to his lips. Shadow: Shane, you wanted to know what’s on my mind? No one want’s to know what’s going on up here.He taps his forehead. Shadow: But I’ll give you a little insight, since you’re so interested.He leans forward, glaring at Shane from behind the sunglasses. Shadow: Shane, I said before I was angry. Then to make matters what I had to listen to that piece of shite Level One run his mouth like he’s better than me again. Shane: L-Shadow: Shut... Up. Now Level One has to be the man to get the last word in. He can’t talk trash unless he hears what others have to say. He’s nothing more than an echo, no words or voice of his own. It’s really rather pathetic. Listening to him ramble on about how I am past my prime. He’s one to talk. That man has been in and out of APW more than Anne Heche has come out of the closet. And like I said he refuses to see the world around him. Stupid, simple shit your blindness will be your downfall. I can’t wait to get my hands on you. You’ll learn Lester, you’ll learn. Shadow pauses briefly. Shadow: So Evan Envi, you think nobody has ever beat Level One, you forgetting Sally Talford. Boy you egotistic assholes sure have selective memory, might want to get that looked at. Envi, I need to confess something to you. I don’t give a rat’s ass about that Xtreme Title match. I could care less you took that belt. I don’t do Xtreme matches. I am an Xtreme match! No I want to destroy everything that you are because it would be fun. The crowd out there would love to watch me throttle you. Too bad Biggs has the opportunity to get involved in this match, too bad for me I mean. For you and your new boyfriend it’s good news. Then again you are pretty stupid, encouraging me to come after you. Come to think of it, you’re a hypocrite. You ran and hide all the time but when I’m nowhere to be found you swing you’re sausage like it’s a sledgehammer. You two faced little toad, now I’m really going to beat your ass. Shadow lets go of the microphone. Shane’s hand is red. West shakes it trying to get the blood flowing again. He switches hands and tries to collect himself. Shane: What about Slade?Again Shadow’s hand shoots out, this time seizing the other hand. Shane winces in pain as his only good hand is nearly crushed in Shadow’s monstrous grip. Shadow: Slade? Listen, tonight is about finally silencing those two twats, not about Slade’s petty little drama. You want to hear me accept his challenge at Rasslemania, is that it?The arena roars with approval. Shadow and Shane can hear it even in the backstage area. Shadow: I don’t want to fight Slade Craven.He lets go and Shane gasps as he has feeling in that hand all of a sudden. Shadow turns and walks off abruptly ending the interview. West tries to wipe the sweat from him forehead and suddenly Shadow comes back on screen he shoves Shane to the right sending the smaller man flying through the air. Shane lets out a Wilhelm scream, the microphone flies up in the air and Shadow catches it. A crash is heard off camera as Shadow continues to speak. Shadow: Slade, you want to go toe to toe with me at Rasslemania? FINE! The arena nearly collapses from the sonic vibrations of the screaming fans. Shadow: I said I didn’t want to fight you; I told you it was a mistake. I’ve been your friend for over ten years and you want to piss it all away in a cock measuring contest. Okay! Slade you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. You watched what I did to the Meltdown roster you’ve witness my destruction first hand. Hell, you even turned me loose a time or two and now you want that standing on the other side of the ring as you? Jesus, I would never have realized you had such a death wish. But Okay Slade, Rasslemania you and me. You want it you got it!Shadow tosses the microphone aside, we hear Shane West groan and static from the microphone nailing him. Shadow turns and walks away angrily. The camera switches to ringside. What seems like two lightning bolts ignite over the ring and travel across the arena striking either side of the entrance ramp. With contact a huge explosion engulfs the entrance with a blinding white light almost like a portal of heaven had just opened up. AFI's Misseria Cantare begins to serenade the shadow of Michael Lively standing at the top of the ramp with his arms outstretched in the I am JESUS pose. His head tilted sideways with a grin painted on his mug as he welcomes the shower of boos from the crowd. With an arrogant swagger the man walks down the ramp absorbing the hatred, and flipping the fans off along the way. The man slides under the ropes springs to his feet and whips out his arms once more welcoming the roaring disapproval of the fans as a shower of blue sparks falls on him from over head. Paige: The following contest is a triple threat contest for the APW Xtreme Championship, and is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Ft. Lauderdale, FL; weighing 225lbs, he is “The Hottest [BLEEP] Going”....MICHAEL LIVELY!!! Harvey: There are fewer men more dastardly, despicable and downright rotten as Michael Lively. Chase: And none as successful. Don’t you realise you’re besmirching a living legend who is about to embark on a double grand slam. ”This just in: Wrestling is finally COOL again! DELIKADO...IS...HEEEEERE!” The epically deep-throated narration announced, “Pilgrimage” by Nine Inch Nails begins and a nuclear explosion is heard going off as Boss Delikado walks out onto the stage. As the song keeps playing, he looks out to the ring and points to it with his left index finger before holding out his open right hand and slowly clenching it into a fist. The crowd boos and Boss Delikado slowly walks down the ramp, a little swagger in his powerful Bossy steps. Paige: Introducing, from Pinar del Río, Cuba, he is "THE BAWSE!" This is DELIKADO!Boss Delikado continues walking until he is at the outside of the ring. He looks at the nearest camera, raising an eyebrow, and fakes a punch to it before jumping up and standing on the side of the ring with his hands on the ropes. He stares out to the crowd, challenging random fans to prove themselves against him, before he jumps over the top rope into the ring. He proceeds to pace around, punching his fists together. Delikado now waits for the match to start as he lazily leans over the top rope and stares out at the crowd, a highly amused smirk of superiority on his face. LIKE A BAWSE! Harvey: This enigmatic Cuban; he’s held the Overdrive Championship already during a tremendous 2012; he will be hoping to add more gold to the cabinet tonight. Chase: Is there anyone in this business who says Xtreme better than Delikado? “ALL OF THE LIGHTS” Fireworks go off in time with the bass to the song as a large, dark silhouette appears on the stage. It stands still as a statue as the music continues and the capacity crowd cheers its collective heart out. Paige: From New York City! Weighing 275 pounds, he is the current APW Xtreme Champion...THE BIG APPLE ASSKICKER, A.C. SMITH!!!!!” The lights slowly come back on around the building, and only now does the big man move down the aisle. He confidently surveys the scene around him and touches the outstretched hands of fans as the chorus kicks in. “Turn up the lights in here, baby Extra bright, I want y'all to see this Turn up the lights in here, baby You know what I need Want you to see everything Want you to see all of the liiiiights” Smith soaks in the admiration as he pauses just for a moment at the ringside steps. However, the multiple-time world champion quickly pops up to the apron, runs to the opposite turnbuckle, and poses atop it to more cheers from the crowd. After a few seconds, Smith pivots and jumps down to the ring, where he begins to loosen up for his upcoming match. Harvey: A very popular champion, but some might argue A.C. Smith is the underdog here tonight. Chase: Underdog? If I didn’t know any better I’d think this match was kind of set-up. Triple Theat Xtreme Championship Match
“The Big Apple Asskicker” A.C. Smith (c) vs. Delikado vs. Michael Lively
The match begins with A.C. Smith positioned on one side of the ring, the challengers on the opposite. A.C. starts to dance around, knowing exactly what is coming as Lively and Delikado enter conference. The bell sounds, Delikado and Lively break up their conflab, but are caught off guard by A.C. who explodes with a double running clothesline. Delikado is first to his feet and takes a knee smash facebreaker from the champ, then Lively tries to sucker punch A.C. but gets caught out and stumbles back onto his ass with fright. Lively looks up at A.C., pleading with the big man, but A.C. isn’t buying what Lively is selling and walks slowly across towards Lively. The original Grand Slam Champion gets up on his knees and begs A.C. not to hurt him. This distraction allows Delikado to come from behind and kick Smith right in the junk.
Chase: Did you hear that? I think that kick forced every bit of manhood out of A.C. Smith’s body.
Harvey: This one has taken the turn I fully expected it to – it’s basically a glorified handicap match.
Delikado and Lively have beaten A.C. down to the mat and are now stomping a collective mud hole in him. Lively takes charge, issuing some instructions to Delikado and between them they manage to pull off a double snap suplex on the bigger man. Lively stands up and throws out his Messiah pose, Delikado raves about like a madman, imitating a psychotic Cuban Michael Jackson.
Harvey: It’s like a dance troupe from the criminally insane watching these two.
Chase: It’s like cirque de soleil, only better.
A.C. starts to get back to his feet, but Lively is quickly all over the bigger man, clubbing away at Smith’s back with his forearms. However A.C. is able to fight to a vertical base and retaliate with a huge punch on Lively. Delikado runs in but A.C. has it telegraphed and palms off the Cuban, then turns back and rocks Lively with a huge left hook, knocking ‘The JESUS’ off his feet and to the mat. Lively scrambles away, but A.C. catches up him, tosses Lively onto the ropes and as Lively bounces back A.C. lifts and drops him with a sidewalk slam. Delikado again tries to blindside A.C., but the Xtreme Champ is alert, lifting Delikado up into a military press before tossing him down to the mat.
Harvey: An awesome display of power from A.C. Smith out there; he looks more than capable of fighting this one on two fronts.
As Delikado rolls away clutching his back, Lively gets up, a bit groggy. A.C. grabs him by the head and biel tosses him into a corner, unloading a flurry of punches to the body. Delikado runs across and jumps onto A.C. Smith’s back, locking his arms around the Xtreme Champ’s throat. A.C. stumbles back and this gives Lively an opportunity to spring out of the corner and connect with a superkick that spins A.C. around and allows Delikado to land a bulldog. Lively is now back in control, playing general, and he sends Delikado on the errand of collecting some weapons. Delikado makes an obscene gesture at Lively before skulking off to complete his task.
Harvey: Delikado introducing the wild cards in these matches, the weapons. When it gets to this stage Johnny, anything can happen in these hardcore matches.
Chase: That’s why we love them, especially when you throw into the mix a couple of beserkers like Lively and Delikado.
From under the ring Delikado pulls all sorts of stuff out: trash cans/lids, street signs, a police truncheon, cat o nine tails, a life size cardboard cut out of Prince Charles, a crate of Two Towers Hockley Gold ale, and many other things. Delikado starts flinging these items into the ring in a wayward manner and as he is stomping a hole in A.C. Michael Lively is hit with a trash can. This provokes his rancour and he steps across to start lecturing Delikado through the top/middle rope. The Cuban looks on innocently, then points at the cardboard cut out of Prince Charles, pushing the blame to it. Lively is having it though, but Delikado ignores Lively’s rant, instead grabbing a trash can lid smashing Lively over the head with it. Lively staggers backwards and turns only to take the full force of an explosive spear from A.C. Smith.
Harvey: Wow! I think A.C. Smith just speared Michael Lively right out of his boots!
Chase: I think I heard his ribs crack over here.
A.C. gets to his feet to a huge pop from the crowd, stares at Delikado and invites him into the ring. Delikado puts up his first finger, asking A.C. for one minute, digs around under the ring and stands up again wearing a fencing mask and holding a foil.
Harvey: What in the blue blazes! Is this guy from the same planet?
Chase: He’s the Xtreme Championship’s knight in shining armour.
Delikado climbs back into the ring, A.C. looks at him with disbelief, “are you for real?” the lip readers can see him muttering to himself. Delikado takes up a fencing stance and starts to thrust forward with the foil, scoring the occasional ‘point’ by jabbing the end of the foil against Smith’s chest. After ‘scoring’ for a third time Delikado turns to the crowd and takes a bow. A.C. has had enough of this and charges at the Cuban, but Delikado sidesteps and whips A.C.’s back with the dull edge of the foil, raising a welt on A.C.’s back the length of the contact. Delikado then repeated flails A.C. with the foil, each one bring a cry of pain from the Xtreme Champ. With half a dozen welts now on A.C.’s back Delikado takes another bow, then he starts thrusting again, jabbing A.C. with the foil around the shoulder area. Angered by this impertinent display A.C. grabs the foil, rips it from Delikado’s grip and snaps it in half.
Harvey: I think A.C. Smith is done toying around out there; he has a Championship to retain.
A.C. stands at full height and starts to bare down on Delikado. The Bawse pulls of the mask and makes some apologetic gestures at Smith, then in desperation he starts pointing behind Smith. The Xtreme Champion turns and is caught full in the face by a superkick from Lively. Delikado starts bouncing around the ring, standing over A.C. Smith and taunting him. As Delikado turns to congratulate Michael Lively he takes a chair shot full in the face. Some of the crowd laugh, some jeer, some even cheer, but as if to cement the fact he couldn’t give a damn about them, Lively launches the chair into the crowd, not caring a jot about who or what it lands on. Lively then turns to Delikado and drags him within reaching distance of a turnbuckle, then begins his ascent to the top rope.
Chase: I think Lively is about to give us a PRELUDE to his Championship winning form.
Lively stands on the top rope, issues a taunt to the crowd to draw the heat he feeds off, then lets fly, but as he completes his rotation he is caught on the throat with a vicious kendo stick shot from the current Xtreme Champion A.C. Smith; Lively flops to the mat short of his target.
Harvey: Oh my! A.C. Smith just snapped that kendo stick clean in half with the force of that strike!
Chase: It’s getting REAL real out there Harvey.
With Lively clutching his throat in agony, A.C. lifts him up and then whips across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle, following through with a running lariat to the throat that sends Lively down to his hands and knees. Smith grabs a trash can lid, then walks over to Lively and lifts him into a reverse face lock, from this position beating Lively’s chest with the trash can lid four times.
Harvey: Listen to this crowd...what a imaginative use of this situation from A.C. Smith to complete the Police Line-Up using the trash can lid.
Chase: That’s what I’d call police brutality.
Delikado is now back on his feet, staggering around. A.C. delivers a toe kick, allowing him to place Delikado in a reverse face lock, and holding a pose for the crowd, they then count along as he gives Delikado the same treatment: four clubs with the trash can to the chest. A.C. makes the cover on Delikado...
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Harvey: A.C. Smith was mere fractions of a seconds from retaining his title; a desperate lunge from Lively.
Both A.C. and Lively get to their feet and exchange a few blows, but A.C. has the bigger punch and he manages to knock Lively onto one knee. A.C. whips Lively across the ring into the ropes and tries to follow through with a running lariat, but Lively ducks under, runs through the opposite ropes, springboarding off the middle and connecting with a clothesline on A.C. Lively grabs A.C. and sets him up for the back flip reverse DDT, but after completing the back flip, using the top rope, and planting his feet on the mat, Lively is halted by Delikado jumping onto his back and sinking his teeth into Lively’s shoulder. The original Grand Slam Champ lets go of Smith and starts throwing punches at Delikado, the third one doing the trick. Lively spins around to see blood oozing out of a small laceration on his shoulder, but before he can react Delikado toe kicks him then drops him with the Deli-Kado double arm DDT. Delikado mounts Lively, shouts out ‘Like a BAWSE’ and then gives Lively the Face Shot treatment.
Harvey: It is complete and utter madness out there, if you’re able to keep up we’ve seen this one go round and round like one of those British roundabouts.
Chase: I remember earlier today I got stuck on one of those when I was driving to work. I just didn’t know how to get off.
Delikado gets to his feet and hits the ropes, looking at coming back at Lively, but on the run he is almost decapitated by an explosive lariat from out of nowhere by A.C. Smith the crowd’s approval. Smith rolls out of the ring and pulls a folded table out from under the ring, sliding it under the bottom rope into the ring. Smith sets the table up near a turnbuckle, then grabs Delikado and whips him into that turnbuckle.
Harvey: Ominous signs for Delikado out there...I can’t help but wonder what intention Smith has here.
Chase: I bet it has something to do with putting through that table, Harvster. Don’t need to be a genius to figure that one out.
Smith lifts Delikado onto the top rope so that he is facing the crowd. Smith climbs onto the second rope and pulls Delikado up into a waistlock. Smith looks over his shoulder one last time, then throws Delikado over his shoulder with a top rope German suplex, Delikado landing....on that mat! Michael Lively was in at the last to drag the table away. Nevertheless the crowd are going berserk at seeing that sick, death-defying spot. A.C gets to his feet, confused, but Lively is on him like a fly on a turd, putting Smith through the table he set-up with a top rope springboard back flip reverse DDT. Lively makes a cover...
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Lively delivers a few shots to the face, then goes for another cover...
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Now Delikado rolls over the body of Michael Lively...
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Harvey: Are we going to see Delikado steal one here! NO!
Smith is in to make the save.
Harvey: It’s relentless out there, and all three of these men have to be feeling the burn deep inside their bodies now.
Chase: That’s what makes the Xtreme Championship such a unique title; it’s a real endurance test and pushes wrestlers to limits they didn’t even know they have. These three wrestlers are showing us tonight it is worthy of its place as many as any other Championship in APW.
Delikado are the two men on their feet and they exchange a few blows. Lively comes out better for it though and starts to club at Delikado, beating the Cuban down to his knees. However, the momentum swings Delikado’s way when he counters with a low blow, followed by an Enziguri that knocks Lively onto the ropes. As Lively bounces off the ropes, Delikado is and connects with a knee smash facebreaker, then heads to the top rope. However, tiredness is doing its job on Delikado and he is a bit slow; by the time he has prepared and balanced himself properly, Lively is back on his feet and leaps up to drag Delikado down with a hurricanrana. The crowd are fully invested in this match, clapping each man to his feet as they remain down to for a rest.
Harvey: An incredible atmosphere inside the arena, and these men have earned it because these giving no quarter out there.
Lively is the first man to his feet and he grabs a trash can, stuffing it in a turnbuckle between the middle and top ropes. As he turns he is the form of A.C. Smith charging at him, throwing himself out of the way at the last possible moment he just about escapes another spear from A.C. Smith, inside ‘The Big Apple Asskicker’ wrecking the trashcan and doing damage to his own cause. Lively pounces quickly, dragging Smith out of the turnbuckle and rolling him into a school boy...
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Harvey: I thought he had it, I thought Delikado was going to walk out with the title.
Chase: But Michael Lively shows once again he never switches off out there; nobody has better match awareness than Michael Lively. He knows at all times exactly what is going on out there.
Delikado gets to his feet and starts hurling abuse at Lively, demanding the referee get back in the ring. The ref tries to do this, but Lively pulls him back. In the ring Delikado is caught off guard and Smith drills him with a powerslam. Then seeing Lively and the ref arguing, Smith hits the ropes and charges across the ring, looking for a suicide dive aimed at Lively, but ‘The JESUS’ reads it and drags the ref in the line of fire, the whole of Smith’s 275lbs crashing down on the poor referee.
Chase: What did I tell you? What did I tell you about Michael Lively?
Harvey: He certainly drew A.C. Smith out of his comfort zone there and into trying something that is not really his forte...and to grave consequences looking at this.
Lively quickly grabs Smith, who is a bit shocked, and whips him face first into a ring post, following this up by whipping Smith into the ring steps. Lively steps across and leans down over Smith, therefore he doesn’t see Delikado slingshot over the top rope and plant a double foot stomp on Lively’s head, smashing the latter’s head into the ring steps. Despite an awkward and comical landing, Delikado gets up, dusts himself off and starts to throw out poses and taunts for the fans. As Lively groggily gets to his feet we see there is a wound on his forehead, out of which blood is pouring.
Harvey: Lively has been busted open out there...it looks like he’s losing blood by the pint.
Chase: This is a bad situation...MEDIC! MEDIC!
Unperturbed by the sight of the blood, Delikado wastes no time grabbing Lively and repeatedly smashing his face against the ring steps, doing so at least a dozen times before rolling Lively back into the ring. Delikado grabs the ref and slaps some consciousness back into him, before rolling him into the ropes. Delikado then climbs to the top rope and goes to the air, landing a 450 splash.
Harvey: Wait a minute! That’s one of Evan Envi’s moves!
Chase: It seems even Delikado is a dog not so old he can learn new tricks.
Delikado hooks back the legs...
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Delikado is furious, gets to his feet and starts ranting at Smith. A.C. jumps up onto the ring apron to confront Delikado; Lively gets back to his feet while this is going on and attempts to superkick Delikado to the back of the head, but as he lines it up Smith pushes Delikado away and ducks down, causing Lively to get ‘hung’ on the top rope. Smith delivers a head butt to Lively, then reaches over and drags Delikado over the top rope, tossing him down to the floor.
Smith steps back into the ring, pulls Lively off the top rope and lifts him into the air for a press slam. With Lively despatched, Smith lays a folded steel chair across his body, then climbs to the top rope. Delikado tries to foil the plans by jumping onto ring apron, but Smith reacts by slamming the Cuban’s face against the turnbuckle (the Cuban slumps back to the arena floor). Smith steadies himself then nails the splash to complete The Big Apple Asskicker on Lively (with the aid of the folded steel chair). Smith hooks the legs...
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Winner: A.C. Smith Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and STILL APW Xtreme Champion...”The Big Apple Asskicker”....A.C. SMITH!!! Smith gets back to his feet, but soon slumps back on the ropes, clutching his ribs. The ref hands him the title belt and he manages to raise it into the air, earning a huge pop from the crowd. Smith drops down and rolls out of the ring, happy to have retained his title and to have survived the best carnage both Delikado and Michael Lively could throw his way. Harvey: We learnt an awful lot about A.C. Smith tonight; that he is no lame duck champion. He gave it all tonight for that belt. Chase: He probably will never face a sterner challenge than that while he is Xtreme Champion. He may be the Big Apple Asskisser, but you can’t deny A.C. Smith gave it all tonight, and what a result for him. We cut to the back, a few minutes removed from the impromptu tag team match. Birmingham has no trouble booing Evan Envi wholeheartedly as he struts through the back. He wears a confident grin on his face, but shoots the occasional look over his shoulder all the while. Cindy Shannon: Evan--!Evan places his had directly in the oncoming, out-of-nowhere interviewer's face, literally squeezing her lips shut. Cindy squeals out in surprise, and Evan continues marching forward (with Cindy's lips in-hand) and knocks on a door, which immediately swings open to reveal the smiling face of Delikado. Evan: I'M BACK, BUDDY, AND I'M NEVER LEAVING AGAIN!Cindy: Wha--Evan releases Cindy's mouth and throws his arms around Delikado in an embrace. Boss Delikado: Delikado’s brother from another mother! The peanut butter to Delikado’s jelly! The…something…and…AH IT DON’T MATTER, Delikado KNEW you were gonna come through with some kinda plan! Delikado KNEW you wasn’t about to leave him for another partner, or worse! Charity events!Evan: You think I'd subject you to that kind of nonsense-- Envikado and Dionysus? Come on now.Boss Delikado: Ahhhh, you devil you! Dionysus? More like Dio-DENIED-ous, am I right?! There’s NO kinda good use for him with the likes of us, cept maybe if we needed some toilet paper to wipe our in…CREDIBLE asses!
BAH-BOOM!
But for reals, bro, Delikado’s relieved you didn’t do something regretful, Envi. People, as in, not me, were thinking of attacking you for what you were seemingly doing, but ya didn’t! Ya didn’t and you get to live and I—err, OTHER people, don’t have to attack you! Man with the plan, Envikado stands tall and triumphant!Cindy: Wait, wait, wait. So this... Whole thing was a setup?Evan abruptly turns to Cindy Shannon and gives a single dry laugh. Evan: Was it?Cindy narrows her eyes and Evan simply grins at her. Evan: Delikado is about to go out there and embarrass the hell out of A.C. Smith and take his Xtreme Title. Meanwhile...I'm going to prepare myself to end a man's career. After Survive & Conquer, there will be NO MORE John Dionysus.
I'll retire him.
And it's his own fault-- so you people can't even get mad at me for it. He brought this ALL upon himself, and he's gonna pay for it in a week and a half. After January 27th, I may not be the winner of the illustrious Survive & Conquer match... But I'll be taking something away that's much more valuable.
I'm gonna take a man's life away. And this?Evan gestures between himself and Delikado. Evan: This isn't going anywhere. Ever.Boss Delikado: Ain’t going anywhere but UP, ya mean! Up into the CLOUDS! Clouds where we’re gonna raise a hellstorm of awesome, Envikado awesome! And with it, we’ll make it RAIN! MAKE IT RAIN, MAKE IT RAIN, MAKE IT RAIN ON CINDY SHANNON AND HER FAT MAN-FACE! SING IT WITH ME, SHANMAN! *singing* FAAAT-MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN! DOODY DOODY DOODY DOODY, FAAAAT-MAAAAAAAAN!He pauses, frowning at Shannon. Boss Delikado: You’re no fun. Begone with you, funless shrew! We have plans to make!Cindy: Ugh... Whatever. Douchebags.Cindy Shannon, with the flip of her hair, rolls her eyes and pivots, marching away from them. Evan and Delikado begin whispering plans to each other as they make their way back into Delikado's locker room, ignoring the camera that tries to pick up any bit of loose information. Harvey: Envi CAN'T retire John Dionysus at Survive & Conquer... Can he?Chase: Hey, Johnny-boy brought this on himself. |
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Jan 17, 2013 22:33:19 GMT -4
APW Overdrive comes back on the air with “Destroya” playing over the loudspeakers. Biggs is already in the ring, which is set up for First Contact. A rug designed to look like outer space is on mat, and two blue lounge chairs are set up. Biggs is already in his ring gear and is seated in one of the chairs.
Biggs: Good evening, all you fine people here in Birmingham, England!
The fans fall for the cheap pop, cheering loudly.
Chase: It's sad to see Biggs reduced to a parody of himself...
Harvey: I, for one, like the recent changes we've seen in Biggs. I like the fact that he's trying to become a better person.
Biggs: Now a little bit later tonight, I'm teaming with Shadow to take on the team of Evan Envi, and my guest for tonight, Level-One!
The crowd boos at the mention of Level-One, and a loud “LESTER SUCKS! LESTER SUCKS!” chant gets going.
Biggs: Truer words, my friends, truer words! But before we get everyone's favorite fame whore out here, I wanted to take a moment to talk about the upcoming Survive & Conquer match!
This draws another cheap pop from the crowd.
Biggs: In 10 days, I will be participating in the Survive & Conquer match for the very first time! 100 wrestlers from all over the world will be descending upon Wembley Stadium, each and every one of us vying for not only the Million Dollar Prize, but the Survive & Conquer Trophy. This match has launched careers, made stars into superstars, and has cemented the legacies of many involved. I may be the ninth entrant into the match, but believe me, I intend on not just Surviving the Battle Royale portion, but Conquering the final four!
It'll be the tallest task of my career, but one that I look forward to facing. But before that, I have to deal with the butthead whom I'm inviting down to the ring at this time. He's a four-time APW Undisputed Champion, a two-time True Experts Champion, and the winner of the 2009 Survive & Conquer Match, Level-One!
“Almost Famous,” by Eminem, hits the speakers, and Level-One emerges from the back with his camcorder in hand. He has a huge scowl on his face as he heads down the ramp towards the ring. Biggs has his signature smirk on is face, showing a flippant attitude towards his adversary.
Harvey: You can feel the tension between these two! They're on a collision course for RassleMania, facing off in Toronto, Canada, in just 67 days!
Chase: I'll be honest, I'm bummed out that Level-One is not participating in the Survive & Conquer match, because I want to see them go at it!
Level-One reaches the ring, and hops up onto the apron, glaring at Biggs as he steps through the ropes. Biggs stands to his feet, and looks to take a defensive stance as Level-One enters the ring. He reaches for a mic, keeping his eyes on The Spaceman, as Biggs speaks again.
Biggs: Listen, Level-One, since you are a guest on my show, I promise you that I won't be taking any cheap shots, I won't be looking to pick any fights, I'll be treating you as a guest. I hope that you'll show me the same courtesy...
Level-One snarls as he plops himself down onto the sofa and slings his feet up over the arm of the chair and lays down in the chair casually.
Level-One: Excuse me!? Unless my eyes are lying to me your cheesey set up is occupying space in MY ring! Not to mention - my mere presence on this little show of yours is boosting your ratings by the second you ungreatful little twerp!
Biggs: No need to get so snippy! Like I said, I just asked you out here to talk, not to fight. We'll be doing that later tonight anyways. Now I have one simple question for you, Lester, and even though I think I already know the answer, I wanted to hear it from the horse's mouth!
Level-One take offense to being referred to as a horse, sits up and then cocks his fist. Biggs holds a hand up, motioning for Level-One to stop in his tracks.
Biggs: It's just an expression, Lester, don't take it so personal. My question for you is this, why? Why have you been so adamant in attacking me over these past few months. Sure, at first, it must have been to help out your buddy Terry Marvin, yet even after the Elimination Chamber, even after my match with Terry at Christmas Chaos, your attacks have persisted. Like I said, I think I already have an idea, but I want to know specifically from you why you're being such a butthead!
Level-One is fuming at this point, and there's some sass in his voice as he replies to Biggs.
Level-One: Why? Biggs the question is why... not!? I beat you up simply because I can! Sure, one could argue that mentality doesn't work in the real world but as far as this profession of ours goes? Might makes right. See if winning matches, showing up and giving it your all meant a DAMN thing around here - CJ Gates wouldn't be the number one contender and you'd be out of a job! So, I attack you. I threaten you. And by doing so, I get what I want when I want it. Allow Vannah White be your prime example, punk.
Biggs: You're a bully!
Level-One pops up out of his chair and shouts directly into Biggs face.
Level-One: Yeah and what the HELL are YOU going to do about it!?
The two lock eyes as the crowd is stirred up into a frenzy of boos. Neither man makes any sudden movements until Level-One takes a step back recoiling with laugher.
Level-One: Nothing. Biggs, you took something away from me over a year ago and it's something I still haven't gotten back. Here I have been for the past year - chasing it. Time and time again, I find myself so close yet - so far away. Each time I stand on the cusp of greatness a weight as slight at it maybe tugs upon my ankle and I lose my footing. It took me a year - a year to realize that that weight was YOU, Biggs. I couldn't become a five time champion before beating you. I couldn't move forward without first confronting my past like a man! And now it's time to do just that. It's time to grit my teeth, close my eyes and swing until one of us stops moving... until one of us stops breathing.
Biggs, this is the road to Rasslemania and there are no short cuts.''
At this point, Level-One drops the mic, and lunges for Biggs. Biggs anticipated the attack, and steals himself up for Level-One as the two begin to exchange punches! The fight goes back and forth, and before long, Evan Envi and Shadow both run down the ramp to join the fracas! Referees and agents come running down as well, trying to break things up!
Harvey: Things are going out of control here on Overdrive! The refs and agents will try to restore order in the ring, and when we come back, we'll see Biggs and Shadow versus Level-One and Evan Envi!
Chase: We're getting a preview of it right now! This is great!
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Jan 17, 2013 22:33:43 GMT -4
As Overdrive comes back from the commercial break, the First Contact set has been cleared from the ring. Level-One and Evan Envi are on one side of the ring, arguing about who will start the match, while Biggs exits to the apron, allowing Shadow to start the match for his team. There's a brief shoving match between Level-One and Envi, which the ref is quick to break up, and he directs Level-One to exit the ring. The Celebrity Status Mega Star reluctantly steps out onto the apron, and the ref calls for the bell. DING! DING! DING! Level-One & Evan Envi vs. Shadow & Biggs [/u] Harvey: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen. Before the break, Level-One was the guest on Biggs' First Contact, and a fight broke out between the two, prompting Evan Envi and Shadow to join in the fight! Order has finally been restored and the match is under way!Shadow and Envi circle around the ring a bit, sizing each other up, before Evan tries to shoot in at Shadow's legs. The big man steps back, dodging the attempt. They circle around some more, before Evan comes back in again, trying to get a waist lock on Shadow, but Shadow just calmly boxes his ears, and then pulls him in and hoists him up into a Gorilla Press! He presses Envi a couple of times, drawing loud cheers from the fans before sending Evan crashing into the mat with a Gorilla Press Slam! Envi arches his back in pain and Shadow grabs a hold of his head, pulling him right back up to his feet. Shadow's quick to take him right back down with a Big Clothesline that almost turns Evan Envi inside out! Harvey: Shadow almost decapitated Evan Envi with that monstrous Clothesline, and these fans loved it!Chase: So you say that these people enjoy it when the people they don't like suffer! What savages!Harvey: You're the same way. You love it when the guys you don't like are getting beat up!Shadow follows up with a couple of hard stomps to the sternum, pressing down with his boot after the sixth stomp, and stepping up to put all of his weight on the chest of Envi! The Mega Mega Star is coughing a bit as Shadow steps off and pulls him up, whipping him into the ropes and going for a Spinebuster Slam! He goes for the first cover of the match, hooking Evan's leg, 1 . . . 2 . . . Kick out by Evan Envi! Chase: The only reason it took Evan so long to kick out of that is because he's already had a match tonight, that impromptu tag match with John Dionysus!Harvey: Key word impromptu! It's his own fault that he chose to go through with that match, and he screwed Dionysus over anyways! Serves him right!Shadow reaches down to pull Evan back up to his feet, but gets a Thumb to the eye for his troubles! Evan is up in a flash, and runs to the ropes, jumping up and bounding off for a Springboard Dropkick right to the face! As Shadow begins to rise to his feet, Evan gets a running start and jumps up, catching him with a Running Hurricanrana! He steps out onto the apron, grabbing a hold of the top rope, and slingshots himself up to the top rope, looking like he's going to go for the Helter Skelter, but he balks at the right time, landing feet first on the mat as Shadow rolls to his corner. Biggs reaches over and tags himself in. The Spaceman bursts in with a rush of speed, nailing Evan with a Flying Forearm! As Evan gets back up, he gets greeted with another Flying Forearm from Biggs! In all, Biggs lands four Flying Forearms before Evan finally rolls out of the ring. Chase: This is a smart move by Evan, as it'll give him some time to regroup and plan how he's going to counter attack Biggs. Remember, he did get a pinfall victory over Biggs last week, so he knows that he can beat him!Evan begins to jaw off with a fan at ringside as Biggs gets a running start, and as Evan turns back around to face the ring, Biggs comes screaming through the ropes, nailing him with a Suicide Dive! The fans are on their feet, chanting “BIGGS! BIGGS! BIGGS! BIGGS!” as he stands up with his trademark smirk on his face. Biggs grabs a hold of Evan's head and pulls him up to his feet, bouncing his head off the apron before rolling him back into the ring. Level-One looks disinterested on the other side of the ring as Biggs grabs a hold of the top rope, and slingshots himself over, nailing Envi with a Flipping Leg Drop! He's quick to go for the cover, 1 . . . 2 . . . Kick out from Evan! Biggs gives him a few forearms to the face, before going for another cover, 1 . . . 2 . . . Another kick out from Envi! As he's pulling Evan up by the head, The Mega Mega Star gives Biggs a swift elbow to the midsection, which allows him to step behind Biggs, and nail a series of three consecutive German Suplexes! After the third Suplex, Evan goes to hook an Armbar on the Spaceman, using his leverage to keep Biggs grounded on the mat! Harvey: Shadow and Biggs have been dictating the pace of much of this match. Evan is trying to slow things down so he can get his team back in this match up!Chase: As much as I hate to say this, Darren, I don't think that Evan Envi and Level-One consider themselves a team! I think the only reason Level-One is calling for a tag is because he wants to show Evan up!Indeed, Level-One has his arm extended over the rope, calling for Evan to tag him in. Evan shakes his head no, and continues to wrench the arm of Biggs. After some struggle, Biggs finally manages to slip his arm free, and rolls back, creating some separation between him and Envi. As he gets back up to a vertical base, Evan is right there with a Clothesline, taking Biggs right back down near the ropes! Evan grabs a hold of the top rope, and places his boot on the throat of Biggs, choking him! The ref begins the mandatory five count as the fans let Evan have it, booing him at the top of their lungs! Envi lets up on four, but then goes right back to the choke, prompting the ref to count again! The fans are livid as Evan finally lets up on four again, and follows up with a stiff stomp to the throat of Biggs! With Biggs down, Evan hops up onto the middle rope and springs off, nailing Biggs with a Springboard Knee Drop across the throat as well! He drags Biggs to the center of the ring, and makes the cover, 1 . . . 2 . . Kick out from Biggs! Harvey: Evan's starting to take control of this match, but you can tell he's starting to feel the effects of not just this match, but his match earlier tonight. He has excellent conditioning, but you can tell he's starting to labor to suck in air.Chase: He needs to swallow his pride and tag in Level-One, that's what he's got to do!Evan presses his advantage, pulling Biggs up and giving him a series of Knife-Edged Chops that backs Biggs into a neutral corner. Level-One is visibly pissed that Envi is keeping the match away from their corner. As Evan has Biggs backed up in the corner, he mounts the middle turnbuckle, and unloads on Biggs, stopping when the fans begin to count along! He yells at them to stop counting, which gives Biggs the opening to Powerbomb him right out of the corner! Biggs is quick to turn Evan over onto his belly, and applies the Camel Clutch! Level-One is getting antsy on the apron, and rushes into the ring to give Biggs a boot to the back of the head, breaking the hold! The ref tries to get Level-One out of the ring, but the former 4-time Undisputed Champion grabs a hold of Evan's ankles and drags him to the corner, before exiting the ring. He then reaches over, and tags himself into the match, getting booed mercilessly by the crowd! Chase: Level-One knew that there was no way Evan was tagging him into the match, so he took matters into his own hands! That's why Level-One is one of the all-time greats! He gets things done!Harvey: Level-One certainly made his own opportunity there, and now, Biggs is going to pay for it.Biggs is a bit dazed as he sits up from the big boot, and Level-One is right there, grabbing a hold of his head and punching it repeatedly as Biggs remains in a seated position! After about a dozen punches, he pulls the dazed Biggs up to a vertical base before whipping him into the ropes and catching him with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Level-One arrogantly places one boot on the chest of Biggs, pinning him, but not even getting a one count! The fans boo the Celebrity Status Mega Star as he mounts Biggs, and begins to unload with purposeful, hard punches, right to the bridge of Biggs' nose! It doesn't take long for Level-One to bloody Biggs' nose, and once the red stuff starts flowing, Level-One pulls him back up to a standing position and drives him into the mat with a vicious DDT! Chase: Level-One is just a nasty, nasty competitor! He finds a part of his opponent that he can injure, and goes right after it again and again! With Biggs' history of concussions, it's no surprise that Level-One is spending a lot of time going for the head!Level-One doesn't go for the cover, and instead, pulls Biggs up onto his shoulders, motioning that this one is over! He goes to whip Biggs around for the Darkness Shine, but Biggs counters it into a Tornado DDT, spiking Level-One's head into the mat! The fans are to their feet as Biggs tries to crawl his way to his corner! A loud “SHADOW! SHADOW! SHADOW!” chant erupts, and Biggs is a finger tip away as Level-One lunges at him and wraps his arms around the legs of Biggs! Harvey: Level-One has stopped Biggs' progress! He needs to be able to make that tag in the worst way right about now!Biggs wriggles one of his legs free from the grasp of Level-One, and kicks him hard in the face again and again until L1 has to let go! The fans cheer loudly as Biggs reaches out and makes the tag to Shadow! Level-One is just up to his feet as Shadow enters the ring like a ball of fire, taking Level-One back down with a stiff Clothesline! As Level-One makes his way back up, Shadow grabs a hold of him, whipping him into the ropes and catching him for a brutal Powerslam! He hooks both legs, 1 . . . 2 . . . Evan is in there to break the count! Harvey: Evan Envi may hate Level-One, but he hates losing even more!The camera quickly switches to the back, where John Dionysus is watching the contest on a monitor in the backstage area. Harvey: Look who's watching this match! It's John Dionysus, whom Evan stabbed in the back earlier tonight!Chase: He's probably going to have a vested interest in Evan's matches for some time to come after the fast one Evan pulled on him earlier tonight!The camera cuts back out to ringside, as Evan has exited the ring, and both the legal men are trading punches on their way back up to a vertical base. The ever popular “YAY! BOO!” chant gets going, with the fans yelling “YAY!” any time Shadow lands a punch, and yelling “BOO!” when Level-One connects! “YAY! BOO! YAY! BOO! YAY! BOO! YA-BOO! BOO! BOO!” Level-One begins connecting some blows together, and backs Shadow into the ropes! He gives him a few more punches to the face before shooting him across the ring to the opposite ropes, but misses wildly with a Big Boot as Shadow ducks it! As Level-One turns around to face Shadow, the big man wraps his hand around the throat of Level-One and hoists him up, drilling him into the mat with a ring shaking Chokeslam! He covers Level-One immediately! 1 . . . Chase: Don't tell me Shadow's going to pin Level-One here!. . . 2 . . . Harvey: This would have to qualify as a huge upset if Shadow puts Level-One away here!. . . Level-One just barely gets his shoulder up! The crowd lets out an audible sigh of disappointment. Harvey: If it was any closer, you'd need a microscope to see how far off the ground the ref's hand was there!Chase: But that is why Level-One is one of the best in the business! He can take a lickin' and keep on tickin'! The man's a wrestling machine!Shadow runs his hands through his hair in frustration, and slams his fist into the mat as he begins to pull Level-One up by the head. One the way up, L1 gives him a hard shove that sends him stumbling back a bit, and once Level-One is up to a vertical base, he leaps up and nails Shadow right between the eyes with a Pele Kick! Level-One inadvertently rolls closer to his corner, as Shadow falls back towards his. At the same exact time, Biggs and Evan Envi both reach over the ropes and tag themselves in, and rush to the middle of the ring, trading punches with rapid fire velocity! Neither man gets the advantage, and the two continue to go at is as Level-One and Shadow begin to get to their feet. Level-One is rushing towards Biggs, but Shadow intercepts him with a Big Boot that lands right on the chin, sending Level-One falling back to the mat! He has the wherewithal to roll out of the ring, and Shadow follows him, leaving Biggs and Envi to slug it out in the ring! Another round of “YAY! BOO!” gets going, with the fans firmly behind Biggs! “YAY! BOO! YAY! BOO! YAY! BOO! YAY! YAY! YAY!” As Biggs lands a few more punches, he begins to mix in Calf-Kicks and European Uppercuts, before taking Evan down with a Spinning Heel Kick right to the face! Biggs wipes some blood from his nose as he motions for Evan to get up, and as the Mega Mega Star does, Biggs rushes in for a Running Crossbody! He has Evan covered, 1 . . . 2 . . . Evan gets the shoulder up! Biggs makes his way back up to his feet, motioning for Evan to get back up again, and as Evan does, The Spaceman gives him a quick Dropkick to the Knee, bringing Evan back down to a single knee! Biggs then gets a running start, and connects with a Shining Wizard! Evan has a far away look in his eyes as Biggs goes for the cover again, 1 . . . 2 . . . Another kick out from Envi! Chase: Evan needs to find a way to slow Biggs down here, because otherwise, Biggs will just keep coming at him until he can't kick out!Outside the ring, Shadow has Level-One propped up against the guard rail, and is unloading heavy fists into the side of the face of his adversary! Level-One tries to get his hands up to defend himself, but Shadow just bursts through his defenses, continuing to pummel him! Out of desperation, Level-One reaches up, grabs the waistband of Shadow's pants, and pulls down, causing him to crash throat first into the top of the barricade! The fans boo as Level-One proceeds scoop Shadow up and drop him throat first across the barricade again! Inside the ring, Biggs is pulling Evan up by the hair, but as he does so, Evan shoves Biggs hard, causing him to stumble back into the corner! However, the ref was in horrible position, and gets squeezed between Biggs and the turnbuckle! As Evan rushes in to attack Biggs, The Spaceman sidesteps him, and Evan drills the Ref with a Stinger Splash in the corner! As Evan stands there cursing his back luck, Biggs attacks him with a clubbing blow from behind, hunching him over so he can nail Envi with the Spaced Out! Harvey: If the ref was awake to count this, Biggs would have this match!By this point, Level-One has grabbed his camcorder from the timekeeper's table. Inside, Biggs is trying to wake the ref, but not having much luck. After a few vigorous shakes, Biggs knows that the best thing to do is to just keep beating up Evan, so he gets back up to his feet to continue in that endeavor. He goes over to the downed Evan, and pulls him up by the head, whipping him towards the ropes. However, Evan reverses the Irish Whip, and as Biggs is running towards the ropes, Level-One hops up onto the apron, and blasts Biggs on the forehead with his camcorder! The lens is flopping as Biggs falls hard to the mat. Evan is quick to drag Biggs to the center of the ring, and he hops out onto the apron, pulling himself onto the to top rope for a Springboard Helter Skelter 450 Splash! The fans boo as the ref comes to and counts Evan's pinfall, 1 . . . 2 . . . 3! DING! DING! DING! Winners: Evan Envi & Level-One[/center] Paige: Here are your winners, by pinfall, the team of Level-One and Evan Envi!Chase: Holy smokes! That's two weeks in a row that Evan Envi has pinned Biggs!Harvey: Yeah, but both have been under dubious circumstances!Chase: In both cases, the referee didn't see the infraction, so therefore, there was no infraction!Harvey: No infraction my behind! Last week, Evan kicked Biggs' foot off the ropes, and this week, Level-One clobbered him with the camcorder!Chase: The bottom line is the ref didn't see it either time! Ha!Evan eyes Level-One distrustfully as L1 stays on the apron. “Helter Skelter” begins to play as the ref raises Evan's arm in victory, but the Mega Mega Star doesn't bask in his victory, instead opting to leave the ring quickly as Level-One just glares at him. Harvey: If looks could kill!As Evan makes his way back up the ramp, Level-One finally enters the ring, looking down at Biggs, who's just coming to. The music stops, and the fans are booing Level-One loudly as he proceeds to stomp the living daylights out of Biggs before pulling him up and driving him back into the mat with The Level Advance! “YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!” The fans chant in unison as Level-One spits on the downed Biggs. Harvey: Come on! The match is over! There's no place for this!Chase: Level-One truly hates Biggs, and he firmly believes that The Spaceman is a monkey on his back, one that needs to be destroyed!The fans are still in an uproar as Level-One calmly exits the ring, leaving Biggs laid out in a heap. APW Overdrive cuts backstage where CJ Gates is in his locker room with his head down looking at the floor as he sits on the bench. He has his eyes closed and is obviously psyching himself up for his coming match, dressed in full ring gear. Terry Marvin: Meditation before a big match, now there’s an original idea.Gates barely looks up but his demeanor shifts completely. CJ Gates: Great, I was hoping my day would be interrupted by an annoying pest. Thanks for not letting me down.Terry chuckles at Gate’s snide remarks. He shakes his head as he approaches. Terry Marvin: Look, I know you don’t want me here any more than I want to be here so I’ll make this quick….. Good Luck Tonight.Gates raises an eyebrow and then begins to reach around and feel over his back. Terry Marvin: What the hell are you doing?CJ Gates: Looking for the knife.Terry scowls as CJ stands up and stares at him head on. CJ Gates: You've got something up your sleeve and whatever it is, whatever game you're trying to play, just forget about it. I'm not falling for it.Terry Marvin: No games, not today at least. Just here to wish you good luck, and to tell you to kick Noble square in the ass for me.Terry begins to leave but is stopped by CJ. CJ Gates: I'm not blind to what you're trying to do.Terry stops. CJ Gates: If you think you can butter me up so that you can get an ally in the Survive and Conquer match, well, you've got no chance in that happening. After all you've done, I'd rather dump you on your ass than to help you in any way.Terry Marvin: I don’t give two quarts of piss about allying with you in the S&C match. Fact is, the moment I see you, I’m gonna do everything in my power to throw your ass out of the ring. Survive and Conquer is MY match to win. End of story.Gates smirks and shakes his head as Terry slowly turns to him. Terry Marvin: But that coward Kurt Noble is too damn much of a pussy to step in that ring in two weeks! People think I’m the cancer in APW, that I’m trying to take it down…but that’s a load of bullshit! These no named bitches from BFE wrestling Federations come storming in every year to grab at glory! I’m sick of it! I want nothing more than APW to walk away with the crown this year! And you have the balls to throw your name in the hat unlike Noble…so once again, GOOD LUCK!Terry and Gates stare each other down. CJ Gates: Thing is, Terry, you are the cancer. Or at least one of a few cancers that are trying to take APW down. But at least you're right about one thing. This is the year that somebody from APW walks away with the crown, but it's not going to be you. It will NEVER BE YOU Marvin. The year of the Real Show is over, and now it's time APW goes big...or goes home! I'm not worried about whether or not Kurt Noble is involved in the match, because I know APW will take that Survive and Conquer crown. But it's going to be me who brings it back home.Gates smirks. CJ Gates: And then, your title is next. Terry just smirks as he backs up. Gates sighs and smiles. Terry Marvin: Oh and...watch your back. You never know when that knife will magically slide right in. CJ Gates: I wouldn't expect anything less from you.Terry smiles and exits, shutting the door behind him leaving Gates to look on after him. |
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Jan 17, 2013 22:34:08 GMT -4
The crowd immediately boos as we go backstage and see Michael Lively in his dressing room. Upon hearing the crowd's resentment, he smiles, but the smirk comes off his face when a knock is heard on the outside of his door. Lively gets up and opens the door, revealing several uniformed police officers. Officer #1: "Are you Michael Lively?" Lively: "Who wants to know?"Officer #2: "Birmingham police. You engaged in willful destruction of property earlier this evening." Lively: "Says who?"Officer #1: "Says the video from earlier this evening. Mr. Lively, you're under arrest." Officer #2: "We already have your friend Sabur in our car. You're going to need to come with us." The crowd roars as Lively's eyebrows go halfway up his forehead and his arms go behind his back. The second officer goes behind Lively and cuffs him, and the two begin escorting him down the hall. However, at the end of the hall is A.C. Smith, leaning up against the wall and participating in the universal symbol for sarcastic enjoyment: The slow clap. A.C.: "Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. 'Hey, let's piss the former cop off by wrecking his dressing room on-camera.' As criminal masterminds go, you're somewhere below the morons that try to solicit undercover officers for prostitution."The crowd laughs as Lively silently simmers. A.C.: "I didn't even have to call these fine officers here to the arena. They came on their own accord. When good cops see the scum of the earth in action, they rush to stop them."Smith pauses. A.C.: "Which is what makes my request to them right now...just a little ironic.
Take him down to your precinct if you want, boys. But once you've got his prints, got his information, and warned him to never...EVER...do something as stupid as he did earlier tonight again, I want you to let him go."Officer #1: "Excuse me?" A.C.: "I have no interest in pressing charges against Mr. Lively. What I have in mind is much more fitting.
I don't want Lively thrown in jail, or to have to go through a trial. What I want...is a chance to personally teach him that he messed with the wrong guy."Smith steps forward, towering over Lively and the two officers. A.C.: "Lively, I want you at Survive and Conquer."Harvey: "Whoa!"A.C.: "You've been picking on people and things that can't fight back for far too long. It's degrading to the part of the roster that gives two shits about APW's integrity, and it flat-out pisses me off.
You have two options. You can either go with these fine officers of the law and take your chances with a lawyer, or you can face me at Survive and Conquer in a fair fight. Your choice."Lively bristles a bit, but looks up at Smith with disdain. Lively: "You're on."Smith smiles. A.C.: "Delightful. Officers, sorry to interrupt. As you were."The officers drag Lively away, but he manages to turn his head and engage Smith in a staredown before he exits the frame. Harvey: "Well, add another star-studded match to the Survive and Conquer line-up! After that bizarre turn of events, at Wembley Stadium in a week and a half, A.C. Smith will go one-on-one with Michael Lively. Let's get to the ring for our main event of the evening!"Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is our MAAAAAAAAIN EVENT!The lights in the arena shut off, as the chorus to "Labrinth" blasts through the speakers. After a few moments, out steps Kurt Noble, eliciting a mixed reaction from the crowd. Noble begins to limp down to the ring. Upon reaching it, Noble slowly walks up the stairs to the ring. He enters the ring, and climbs up on the turnbuckle, staring down the ramp. Noble moves off it, as the lights return to normal and the music dies down. Paige: Introducing first, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds... KURT NOOOOOBLE!A green hue fills the arena as "Writing On the Wall" by the Tea Party begins to play and the fans instantly jump to their feet, cheering loudly. C.J. Gates quickly makes his way out from the back wearing his trademark cowboy hat and his "Go Big or Go Home" T-shirt. He points out to the fans in attendance and smiles before making his way down the ramp, tagging hands with the fans along the side of it. Paige: And his opponent, hailing from Fargo, North Dakota, weighing in at two hundred and eleven pounds... CJ GAAAAATES!Gates reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope before springing to his feet and climbing the nearest turnbuckle. He points out at the fans one more time before raising his arms in the air to another loud chorus of cheers. Harvey: The history between these two men is legendary. Kurt Noble and CJ Gates, at one time friends-- comrades-- haven’t seen eye-to-eye since Rasslemania. And--Chase: And Kurt gave Gates a free shot this week. He says he wants Gates to maim him. He wants him to take that shot and do to Kurt what Gates has wanted to do to him for months, if not longer. And... I for one... Wouldn’t mind seeing Gates take him up on his offer.Main Event
Kurt Noble vs CJ Gates
The opening bell rings and both competitors meet in the center of the ring. Gates is saying something, calmly to Noble, but Kurt Noble is expressionless in response. He stares into Gates’ eyes coldly and then backs up toward the ropes. He ducks out of the ring between the middle and bottom rope and over to Nicky Paige. Noble leans down, getting right in her face. Nicky Paige leans back, showing obvious fear as Noble places a hand on her shoulder and the referee has no choice but to begin his ten count.
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Harvey: What in the HELL is Kurt Noble doing?
Chase: He’s putting the moves on Nicky Paige! He might be going through a divorce with an incompetent wife soon-- haven’t you heard?
Harvey: Oh. Right.
Gates continues to watch with a curious expression and his arms folded over his chest. Noble continues to smile down at Nicky Paige before his face suddenly contorts to a glare and he grabs her by the arm.
Harvey: Hey, let go of her!
Noble tosses Paige aside and grabs the steel chair she was sitting in. He folds it up and slides into the ring, looking at Gates. The referee tries to reason with Noble to put the chair down-- but Noble tosses it to Gates. Gates catches it on instinct and Noble strides forward before dropping to his knees, placing his hands behind his back, and gazing up at Gates.
Chase: Do it, Gates! The fans want you to! I want you to! Hell-- KURT NOBLE wants you to.
The fans roar for Gates to strike Noble, and for a few seconds, the North Dakota MegaStar ponders it. He grips the sides of the chair and starts to raise it a bit as he stares down at Noble-- and then finally...
...Lowers the chair and tosses it aside, shaking his head.
Chase: BOOOOO!
Harvey: Yes! Good for you, CJ!
This earns a mixed reaction from the crowd, but a very straightforward one from Noble, who leaps to his feet and strikes CJ with a direct fist to the jaw as an uppercut. The crowd boos and Noble lights Gates up with chops across the chest, backing him up to the ropes. He Irish Whips Gates across the ring, but Gates reverses it to the crowd’s delight! Noble returns and Gates jumps up, hitting a Dropkick! Noble hits the mat hard, but is back to his feet within seconds-- and this time, it’s Gates that takes him to the ropes with chops!
Harvey: And quickly, the tables turn!
Chase: CJ Gates is on fire!
Noble is whipped across the ring and caught with a Dropsault! He gets up and runs into a Hurricanrana that sends him throat-first across the middle rope. CJ rolls out of the ring and hits a unique European Uppercut, rocking Noble back and sending him backwards onto the canvas. Noble rolls to the center of the ring and climbs to his hands and knees, gasping for air. He shakily gets up, but by that time, CJ Gates his ascended to the apron and then to the top turnbuckle! Noble doesn’t have to turn around-- CJ leaps off and nails a Flying Bulldog! Noble crashes face-first into the canvas. Gates rolls away and stays behind Noble as Noble gets to his feet once again.
Harvey: And now CJ Gates is emphatically in control! England is on their feet for this former Undisputed Champion!
Chase: Gates knows Noble so well, he isn’t even going for the pin. He KNOWS what it takes to put Kurt down.
Kurt Noble is beside himself as he pushes himself up, looking enraged at the oncoming onslaught. Gates hits the ropes and nails a Springboard Knee Drop across the base of Kurt’s neck! Kurt is forced into the ground and Gates backs away, motioning for him to get up, which Kurt does, staggering all the way back into the corner. Gates rushes him and goes for a Shining Wizard, but Kurt ducks out of the way, causing Gates’ knee to strike the top turnbuckle! Gates is hung there for a moment, the pain registering as it courses through his leg, and Noble immediately drives him to the mat with a Reverse Suplex! Gates groans in pain, but he’s up to his feet only a second after Kurt Noble. Noble smirks at Gates and then suddenly drops him with a Spinout Inverted DDT!
Chase: The Noble DDT--
Harvey: And the STF!
Noble maneuvers himself over CJ and locks in the Cross-Legged STF. CJ is in obvious pain, but emphatically shouts “NO!” as the referee asks for his submission. He shakes his head wildly and crawls by nails and elbows toward the bottom rope, finally reaching it after upwards of fifteen seconds. Predictably, Noble fails to release the hold, forcing the referee to administer his five count.
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Noble breaks the hold right after four and rises to his feet, displaying his palms to show that he’s innocent, but soon goes back to stomping at the same knee that Gates smashed into the steel turnbuckle earlier. Gates cries out in pain and rolls to the ropes once more, forcing another break-- with the referee physically shoving Noble back this time. Noble gives the referee a frustrated, crooked look, but snaps his gaze back to CJ as Gates gets up. Noble runs at him to surprise him with a Clothesline, but Gates is a step ahead and charges ahead with his own! Both men connect, and both men hit the mat.
Harvey: A double Clothesline by Noble and Gates-- and they may have bumped heads there.
Chase: Yeah? So? That’s the kind of thing that happens in this business. With Survive & Conquer just over ten days away, there’s no time to complain because you can’t take a Clothesline, Harv.
Harvey: Regardless, CJ Gates is the first man up and he’s lifting Noble up in that double underhook, going for the Stamp of Approval, and...
CJ drills Noble to the mat with his own Double-Arm DDT and hooks his far leg as he leans deep into a cover.
Chase: He hit it!
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Harvey: And Noble kicks out of the Stamp of Approval, which earned Gates the first pin attempt of this contest.
Gates looks disappointed, but not discouraged. He looks up toward the ropes, but decides against it as Noble begins to stir. Gates sighs and lifts Noble up, preparing to perform a Suplex, but Noble reverses it into a Snap Suplex! Gates holds his back in pain and slowly gets to his feet. Noble runs at him and delivers a beautiful Enzuigiri that takes Gates face-first to the mat. Noble eyes Gates’ leg and the camera can pick up the sharpest movement-- even Noble’s eyes drifting toward Gates’ ankle. Noble grabs his leg, but Gates is up to his other foot within a moment and nails an Enzuigiri of his own, taking Noble down! Both men are grounded on opposite sides of the ring. Gates is up first, shaking some of pain out of his leg before he goes out to the apron and climbs to the top.
Harvey: Gates is thinking... BIG!
Chase: You don’t beat Kurt Noble without going big. Who knows better than him?
Noble hobbles to his feet, groaning as he steps down on his own bad leg-- before he conveniently falls into the ropes, causing Gates to fall and straddle himself on the top, earning boos from the crowd. The referee immediately goes to check on Gates, but after a few seconds, Noble nudges him out of the way. He climbs up to the second turnbuckle and tries to Superplex Gates off the top-- but Gates does everything in his power to hang on! He fights with chops and forearms, but Noble stops Gates with a well-placed headbutt to the skull. Gates teeters back on the turnbuckles and Noble climbs all the way to the top, nailing the Superplex!
Harvey: GOD!
The ring shakes from the impact and both men are down side-by-side in the center of the ring. Gates rolls over first, looking up into the rafters with wide, dazed, confused eyes. Noble has more wherewithal and rolls over him, hooking the near leg.
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Harvey: Gates kicks out!
Chase: Dumbest luck...
Harvey: He didn’t become the number one contender to Marvin’s Undisputed Championship for nothing.
Noble is frustrated and slams his hands on the canvas. He stands up and positions CJ for the Mark of Nobility-- and connects! Gates lands hard on the back of his neck and shoulders. Noble pins his far leg.
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Chase: Maybe Kurt should go get that chair.
Harvey: Maybe!
Kurt glares down at CJ Gates and tries to lift him up by his ears to the chagrin of the crowd. Gates cries out in pain-- but kicks Noble in the knee. Noble “OOMF!”s out in pain and hunches over. Gates launches himself up with one last burst of energy to hit a European Uppercut, spinning Noble around completely. Gates shoots the ropes in front of him and returns for a Sunset Flip! Noble looks shocked as he’s swept off of his feet and pinned tightly to the canvas.
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Harvey: And that heart of CJ Gates comes shining through here in Birmingham, England! LISTEN to the electric crowd!
Gates takes Noble to the ground with fists and forearms. Noble is forced to cover himself up in a near-fetal position. The referee tries to pull CJ Gates off, but Gates ignores him, impressively through the struggle. He forces Noble to his feet by his hair, but Noble hits a punch to the gut. CJ hunches over and Noble goes for a Suplex, but Gates lands behind him and delivers a hard Russian Leg Sweep! Noble holds the back of his head in pain and climbs up, falling victim to a Spinning Heel Kick! Noble holds his jaw in pain, and Gates stands up once more, eyeing Noble.
Chase: KURT, GET THE CHAIR!
CJ Gates runs at Noble and delivers a Headscissors Takedown that sends Noble through the ropes! Noble lands near the steel steps, using them to pull himself up to his knees. The camera focuses on the steel chair which lies about eight feet from Noble. Noble looks at Gates, then they both look at the chair. Noble runs toward it-- but Gates slides out of the ring, cutting Noble off, and dropping him with a well-placed left hand. Noble drops to the ground with glassy eyes and pulls himself up to his feet. CJ hits him with a running knee to the midsection and Noble falls on top of the steel stairs. Gates tries to drag him into the ring-- but Noble grabs Gates by the hair and begins to slam his face into the steel stairs! The referee has no choice but to start his ten count.
Harvey: Don’t COUNT-- get Noble off of him! This is ridiculous!
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Chase: This is a travesty. I’ve never seen a referee count any slowe--
Harvey: No. Shut up. I will not let you do this to this main event.
Kurt Noble signals to the end to everybody in the arena and everybody watching at home. He pulls Gates up from behind into the Dragon Sleeper, but soon contorts himself into the Noble Neckbreaker!
Harvey: Counter!
Gates twists out of the Neckbreaker and delivers his Shoulder Jawbreaker known as the Market Crash! Noble is out on his feet as a result and falls into Gates’ arms, where Gates rolls up the hurt Noble.
Chase: NO!
Harvey: MARKET CRASH!
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Chase: We'll be right back after this!
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Post by Johnny Rebel on Jan 17, 2013 22:34:46 GMT -4
The camera focuses on the ring which is decorated to the nines with a large Recliner in the middle of it and a banner hung overhead that reads SINDICATE & SHOWTIME PRODUCTIONS PRESENTS:
GET REAL The Lights in the arena Dim as the fans get to their feet with a loud pop while Nas’ “Hate Me Now” begins to blare through the loudspeakers as fireworks hit on the stage area just as Terry comes walking through the curtain with his title raised high in the air. He holds his hands out and does a few spins while the crowd showers down boos and jeers at him loudly. Chase: FINALLY, a real way to send us off this show in style. And what better way to send us on our way to Survive and Conquer than the 2013 winner telling everyone EXACTLY how it is. He then walks down the ramp way jawing at all the fans in the first row before he slides into the ring, hopping onto his knees and holds his arms out to more cheers from the fans. He rushes over to one turnbuckle and holds the APW Undisputed title high up in the air. He does the same thing to the other three corners before heading back to the middle of the ring. After taking in that reaction for a few moments, Terry dismounts the turnbuckle and is handed a microphone as he takes a seat in the recliner provided for him. The Boos shower down growing louder and louder as the time goes on. Terry Marvin: Chip chip cheerio and all that British Jazz! Let me welcome you all to the most requested segment in APW history back from way too long of a hiatus. It is time for you all to quit living in this oh so perfect fantasy world where you trick your pathetic beings into believing the fantasies you’ve all cooked up in your own heads, and it’s time to GET REAL!The crowd boos and Terry just rolls his eyes and shrugs his shoulders as he looks at his clock just waiting for them to shut up. Terry Marvin: Are you quite finished? The STAR of the show has a few things to say and you people WILL LISTEN!More boos rain down from the fans as Marvin just laughs his ass off at that reaction. Terry Marvin: GOOD! Now let’s get to the heart of the matter. In 11 days, one hundred wrestlers will step inside an APW ring and try to destroy each other in one of the most brutal matches any imagination could pull out of thin air. Survive and Conquer….the name alone is ominous. 99 hopeful, bright eyed wanna bes will take that long walk back up that isle amiss all your smiling and supporting faces. 99 people will wear the tag of LOSER! Terry sighs for a second shaking his head while the boos continue. Terry Marvin: Can you imagine for one second the thrill of what it would be like with that briefcase in your hand and looking out at all the fans, knowing that you’re simply BETTER than everybody else. For the past two years, I have tried and FAILED to claim that prize. For the last two years I have put on a display that makes legends blush! I have become MR. Survive and conquer with my feats and what has it gotten me? NOT A GOD DAMN THING! But this year, this year will be different. It is STILL the Year of the Real Show, we are STILL in the middle of the SHOWTIME ERA, and I am still GOD’S GIFT TO WRESTLING. This year I will survive! This year I will Conquer! This year I will become LEGEND! The boos grow louder with every sentence he spurts off, and Marvin stands up from the chair with a smile on his face. Terry Marvin: But you see, there’s something else I’ve come out here to say, something else that Pisses me off TONS more than not claiming the grand prize. It’s having to watch each year as some gutless amoeba from some other hole in the wall fed has his hand raised in victory. APW has more talent than every single one of these other poor excuses for farm teams! Yet for the past two years, we’ve failed to stop it. THAT ENDS NOW! I don’t care if I have to LIFT this company on my shoulders and carry it to glory… APW WILL WIN SURVIVE AND CONQUER! The reaction from the crowd is now MIXED as the fans enjoy having APW represented, but still hate the slime ball in the middle of the ring. But all those boos fade away as CJ GATES steps up on the stage and begins to make his way to the ring. Harvey: I think the former APW Undisputed Champion is going to take offense to a few things The current champion is sayingC.J. Gates: Wait just a damn second! You’re going to put this company on your shoulders? You the man who’s done everything in your power to RUIN APW? I agree with you about one point… APW will step it up this year, but it won’t be you holding the reigns… It will be ME!Gates rolls in the ring and gets face to face with Terry. Marvin raises the microphone to scream at CJ but before he gets a chance, he’s interrupted on the stage by ADRIEN SPECTER! Chase: What is he doing out here? This is an APW event, not the greatest hits of journeymen!The cheers from the crowd become another mixed reaction as Adrien comes to the ring and rolls in grabbing the microphone. Adrien Specter: You two chuckle heads can argue all you want about which one is going to carry APW on their back. Cause all you’ll be doing is carrying it to SECOND PLACE! Once again, this year, APW gets outshined and out classed. This year… Adrien Specter wins Survive and Conquer. Vene…
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Vici…Specter stands in the ring with Marvin and Gates. Marvin has his fists balled up like all hell is about to break loose. But instead, another figure joins them….that of New Era Champion, JAMES STALL! HE also gets into the ring with the other three. Chase: This guy again? I’m hearing that there’s a bet out there between Marvin and Stall. The winner picks the time and place for a little Champ vs. Champ action!James Stall: All I hear is people running their mouth about who’s going to win this, and who’s going to win that. I don’t think you can have a conversation about winning ANYTHING without James Stall in the mix. Fact is, This year, I’m taking the Survive and Conquer Crown back to NEW! More boos come from the crowd as the four men in the ring all glare at each other. Harvey: UH-OH folks, things are about to get out of hand here. Just as it looks like things are going to explode in the ring, The crowd hops to their feet and all look down to the Ramp as it begins to FLOOD with S&C members, all from feds OTHER than APW. Jack Harmen Adrian Jobs Reya Serra Tyson Pheonix Jared James Legion Black Death Scorpio Dorling Leon Stone John Slade Pat Gordon Jr Harvey: MY GOD! It’s like a Who’s Who of wrestling out there right now and they all seem to be surrounding the ring. Gates and Marvin look at each other and then at the wrestlers coming out. Marvin says something to Gates about “running” and Gates scoffs at him and gets ready for a fight. Just then…. MORE people come down the ramp…. The Calvary of APW! Biggs Johnny Knuckles Anthony Bailey Jair Hopkins Mark Mania Michael Lively Keaton Saint Aubrey J. Parker Roy Speede Johnny Rebel Logan Alexander SALLY TALFOURD They surround the ring as well on one side, pushing the non APW personnel around the ring to the other side. Everyone just stands there looking at each other and ready for a fight. Chase: APW or non APW there really are no friends here! Everybody wants to win this match!AS everyone looks around at each other. The four in the ring all look at the mass that has gathered wondering how this is going to end. Finally Terry shrugs his shoulders and THROWS A PUNCH AT ADRIEN SPECTER! Harvey: OH NO! Adrien takes exception and grabs Marvin as he tries to run away and the two begin fiercely trading punches. Stall tackles Gates and the two begin brawling on the mat. That triggers the folks on the outside. Some of them spill into the ring and begin fighting as others brawl on the outside. It’s almost impossible to tell what exactly is going on as a body gets thrown over the heads of the announcers! Chase: HOLY SHIT!Harvey: FOLKS! It seems as if Survive and Conquer has started early….but that’s all the time we have. Hopefully Security can get this cleaned up. |
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