Meltdown - January 21, 2013 - Edmonton, Alberta

[Evan De Parker]

"Nemesis" starts to play as a mix reaction from the crowd drowns out the music.

Harris: And here we go! Kicking off the show the right way, with the man who SHOULD be the North American Champion!

West: Give me a break! He lost fair and square last week! But judging by my sit down with him earlier this week, I can tell that he's got some business to take care of. But much like a coward, he wants to handle it in the court room, and not in the wrestling ring!

Harris: What would you know about wrestling, Shane? I heard about your 'Pro Wrestling for Dummies manual'!

Tuhoa Valo wastes no time with pyro or showing off, as he makes a B-Line for the ring. As soon as he rolls into the ring, he's met with a microphone as his music dies out.

The Finnish Phenom
Now, I'm not going to waste any time backstage, waiting for our 'champion' to come out here and gloat before I set him straight. Right now, I should be the number one contender, and there's nobody that can convince me otherwise. So Alexander Duvall, get your ass out here, and tell me exactly what I want to hear! And for your very own safety, I suggest that you do it NOW!

Harris: Listen to the Phenom, demanding that our General Manager come out here and make this right!

'The Touch' by Stan Bush begins to play announcing the arrival of the North American Champion. He makes his way out through the crowd already with a mic in hand.

LA: Now this gonna be good. Just hold on for a bit Valo. Let me get down to ringside so I can see this spectacle up close.

With a smirk on his face, he makes his way to the ringside barricade, with the crowd cheering for him the whole way. From inside the ring, Tuhoa Valo is glaring a hole through the champion. Valo points an accusatory finger at Logan, who is climbing onto the barricade and sitting down.

The Finnish Phenom
You're not who I asked for! So I suggest you...

LA: Let me just cut you off there.

Valo pauses, dumbstruck for a moment, but only a moment.

The Finnish Phenom
Did YOU just cut ME off?!

LA: Well, yeah. I am more important than you. Champion remember?

The crowd cheers loudly.

LA: Let me just cut to the heart of the issue here. You lost to me. Get over it. If you want to look at it in the best light, we fought to a draw for thirty minutes last week. I proved myself to be at the very least your equal. I suggest you get used to it. You may think yourself to be some sort of Superman in the ring, but I am clearly your kryptonite. I've got three wins over you. I've made you tap out twice. If you ever beat me, I could just chalk it up to a fluke like you always do.

Logan leans forward smirking mischievously.

LA: Maybe you should consider the possibility that I'm just better than you are.

The Finnish Phenom
Step into this ring and I'll prove right here and now just how much better I am!

Logan hops down from the ring barricade and starts walking over to the ringsteps. Valo backs up to let him into the ring. All of the sudden, Alexander Duvall appears at the top of the ramp.

Alexander Duvall
No, I don't think so! I'm done with this, tired of people attempting to compromise the integrity of my show! You two have matches already scheduled and you will not fight here now!

The crowd loudly boos this announcement. Valo turns to look at Duvall. Logan pauses on the ringsteps and looks at him as well.

Alexander Duvall
Valo, you want another shot? Earn it! You'll get your opportunity tonight in the Beat the Clock Challenge! Logan, how dare you! This is why you and I don't get along, you know that? You have no business being out here! And I'll be damned if YOU are going to compromise the integrity of this show any further! You both...

The Finnish Phenom
SHUT UP!

Logan smirks at Valo.

LA: Yeah! What he said!

The fans cheer and laugh at the responses given to Duvall. He doesn't seem amused.

Alexander Duvall
Valo... get out of my ring, earn your shot and shut the hell up! Logan, your time is nearing its end, trust me! Now, get out of my ring so we can start the show, and do it now, before I fire or suspend the both of you!

Duvalls music hits as we pause for a quick note from our sponsers.


Meltdown cuts to ringside where the lights cut out and “American Capitalist” by Five Finger Death Punch begins to play. The lights flash as Assassin walks out.

Nicky Paige: Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to Meltdown, the following singles match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Dallas Texas, weighing in at 265lbs: Assassin!

The fans jeer as the brutal Assassin makes his way to the ring. Assassin does not walk around the ring. Instead he reaches up, grabs the ropes, climbs onto the apron and into the ring. He stands there awaiting his opponent.

Harris: Big showing from Assassin last week.

West: He’s going to have his hands full with Roy Speede this week. Speede as you know, took on Kurt Nobel a little over a week ago and nearly earned a slot on the Overdrive roster.

Harris: But he failed and is back here where he belongs!

Again The lights go out in the arena. After several seconds, words written in a bright white begin flashing on the otherwise blackened out Jumbotron. With each fading word, a new word pops up on the screen.

CAN

YOU

HEAR

ME

NOW!?!

As the last word fades, all five words reappear on the jumbotron at once.

CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW!?!

The lights slowly come back on as 'Hear Me Now' by Hollywood Undead begins to play through the speakers as Roy Speede steps out on stage. He crosses his arms in an X across his chest, with his right arm underneath his left, and his hands in his fists. He bows his head for several seconds, and his chin rests in the gap between his fists.

Nicky Paige: “Introducing, from Richmond, Virginia, Action Packed Wrestling's own Silver Lining, he is ROY SPEEEEDE!!”

Roy drops his right arm, and raises his left arm in the air, with his pointer, middle, and pinky fingers extended, and his ring finger and thumb tucked into his palm. His palm is facing the crowd. He drops his arm, and begins jogging to ringside, high-fiving fans as he goes, before climbing onto the apron, and then climbing the outside of the turnbuckle. He raises his left arm, with the same fingers extended as when he was on stage. He leaps from the turnbuckle into the ring.

MATCH 1
ASSASSIN vs ROY SPEEDE

DING, DING, DING!

Roy starts to circle the ring clapping his hands above his head getting the crowd riled up and into the match. He and Assassin circle the ring one time then go to lock up. Before a move is pulled Assassin reels back and shoves Speede off! Speede bounces off the apron and springs to his feet.

Harris: Look at the power of Assassin!

They lock up again and Assassin repeats the maneuver, Speede rolls to his feet and stands up in the corner. He looks out at the crowd as Assassin taunts him, raising his arm and making a cut throat motion. Speede holds up his hands and turns climbing the turnbuckle. The crowd begins to cheer wildly. Assassin shakes his head as Speede steps down. Assassin climbs the turnbuckle and the crowd boos, showerin him with their hatred. Assassin starts yelling at the people hounding him. Speede just laughs. Assassin jumps down and barrels across the ring but Speede ducks the clothesline. Assassin turns, and takes two right hands but Assassin doesn’t flinch, he decks Speede with a right of his own!

West: This crowd told us who their pulling for and Assassin was not happy with it.

Harris: Assassin is going to show them why they should cheer for him.

Assassin picks up Speede and hits a big suplex. The Silver Lining gets to his feet and takes a huge scoop slam. Assassin bounces off the ropes and leaps up-Big Splash! Speede rolls aside!

West: Speede barely dodged that move.

Roy uses his momentum to roll to his feet as Assassin gets back up. Speede drop kicks the rising Assassin, both men are up! Then a second! Speede bounces of the ropes as Assassin gets up and throws another clothesline but Roy Speede ducks it again and springboards off the ropes, turns and hooks his arm around Assassin’s head... spinning floatover DDT! Assassin rolls out of the ring and starts shaking his head.

West: The Silver Lining showing his speed and tenacity taking the bigger Megastar down!

Harris: Lucky shot.

Assassin walks around the ring ignoring the jeers of the crowd and referee demanding he get back inside. Speede doesn’t wait, he runs and bounces off the opposite ropes as Assassin crosses infront of the announcer’s table Roy jumps and hits a big corkscrew crossbody over the top rope taking Assassin back to the ground. The crowd is on their feet as Speede gets back up. He stomps Assassin twice and pulls the bigger man up. Roy shoots Assassin off but the heel counters! Assassin whips Roy Speede into the steel steps with a thunderous force. Speed flips over them and clutches his ankle as Assassin drops to his knee still trying to clear the cobwebs out.

Harris: Now that’s strategy! Take out your opponent’s weapons. He just wiped out Speede’s leg. This match is over.

West: Still pretty early Richard. No matter how bleak the outcome looks, there is always the Silver Lining!

Assassin has pulled Roy Speede up and lifted him into a bear hug position and slammed Speede into the ring apron. Assassin lays speed on the apron and then lifts his leg and slams it hard on the ring! The fans have turned and are calling for Roy Speede to fight back. Assassin shoves him under the bottom rope, climbs under as well. Assassin takes his time delivering several hard stomps, one to the shoulder, one to the lower back and the last three to Roy’s lower left leg. Speede crawls to the corner and turns around but Assassin just puts his boot on Speede’s throat choking him.

West: Assassin with the illegal move, the referee has started the count!

At the count of four Assassin stops and begins the boot wash, smiling as he does. Assassin doesn’t give a damn about the referee’s call. Finally the referee pulls Assassin off.

Harris: Stay out ref this isn’t your call!

West: Actually, yes it is.

Assassin turns back to Speede who uses the top rope to pull himself up and drop kicks Assassin in the nose making the big man stumble back. Assassin comes in but Speede steps up on Assassin’s leg and Enziguri’s his opponent! Assassin turns dazed and drops to his knees. Speede rushes and bounces off the ropes but Assassin snatches him and hits a huge powerslam! First cover of the match.

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Roy Speede kicks out!

Assassin pulls his opponent up and delivers a big belly to belly driving the Silver Lining back to the mat, Assassin rises and drops a huge legdrop, nearly caving in Speede’s chest! Assassin goes for another cover.

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Again Speede kicks out!

Assassin snarls at his opponent and delivers a quick elbow as he sits beside Roy Speede!

Harris: Assassin is not taking no for an answer!

He wraps his hands around Speede’s throat choking again while the referee demand’s Assassin break the hold! Assassin refuses and the referee counts.

West: Assassin better let go... and he does at the count of four!

Assassin pulls Speede up by one hand and walks around the ring taunting his victim, dragging him to the corner and slamming Roy face first into the corner. Speede fights back with three elbows to the gut but Assassin just drives a forearm across Speede’s back. Assassin picks up Speede and sets him on the top rope. The referee comes over and demands Assassin pull him off the ropes.

West: Assassin is looking for something big here!

Harris: Here we go!

Assassin climbs up and grabs Speede going for a top rope Death Valley Driver. But Speede connects with a knee to the side of Assassin’s Head, then another and a third! Assassin stumbles as Speede shimmies free and back on the corner, he uppercuts Assassin and shoves him off.

West: Speede with the counter!

Harris: Assassin look out!

West: Speede Bump!

The Silver Lining hits the shooting star frog splash. He hooks the leg! The crowd screams the count!

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DING, DING, DING!

Nicky Paige: Here is your winner by pinfall, Roy Speede!

The fans are going nuts as Levitate begins to blare across the sound system. Speede pulls himself up by the ropes holding his head from the damage as the referee raises Roy’s hand in victory. Assassin rolls under the bottom rope and out of the ring while Speede celebrates.

Harris: I can’t believe that just happened.

West: What a hard fought match by both these competitors here. You can see why Roy Speede showing the world why he earned that Overdrive slot shot.

Harris: Lucky break that’s all!

Roy climbs a turnbuckle in celebration, the fans still cheering wildly for him. He jumps back down and climbs out of the ring as the camera cuts backstage.

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

[Evan De Parker]

The lights dim dark as the fans begin to make loud chatter, anticipating who's about to appear. A huge diamond appears on the titontron as "I'm different" by 2 Chainz begins to blast over the PA system. The crowd starts making some noise with mixed reactions as others sing along.

I'm different, yea I'm different
I'm different, yea I'm different
I'm different, yea I'm different
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
middle finger up to my competition

out of the darkness and camera flashes, the spotlight points to the beginning of the stage as a couple of staff workers pulls out a red carpet spreading all the way down the ramp. As the workers scatter the camera flashes continue to shoot towards the entrance stage, awaiting an arrival. All of a sudden, an all white Mercedes Benz comes pulling in from the right side of the stage. The Mercedes continues to pull in, then comes to a complete stop in the middle of the stage. The fans continue to uproar mixed reactions as Anthony Washington slowly exits the car. Wearing his trademark "future" shades, white and blue trunks, white boots laced up, and a chain that spells out future hanging to the middle of his chest, Anthony Washington stood there and looked around.

Finally, Washington lifts his arms up, putting both his pointing fingers together as well as his thumbs to form a triangle, as sparks fly from both sides of the ramp and all the way down. Washington then begins strutting down the ramp slapping his chest and pointing at his face. As Washington comes to the end of the ramp he looks up at the crowd on both sides then begins to Dougie, or lean with his shoulders from side to side. Laughing, he quickly runs up the steel steps and wipes his feet before entering the ring. He prances around the ring a couple times then climbs on top of the turnbuckle. Washington grabs his chain, raises it up to his mouth, kisses it, and then raises it up in the air pointing at it yelling. He jumps down pointing up the triangle as the music fades away. Washington walks over towards the announcers and grabs a microphone.

Anthony “The Future” Washington: I’m gonna try and make this quick, seeing that’s the theme of tonight’s show. Tonight Meltdown is having several beat the clock matches for the #1 contendership at the North American Championship. Now the object is to beat your opponent as quickly as possible as and faster than anyone else. When I first heard this I thought to myself hmmm, this might be pretty hard to have the fastest time than everyone else, but then I heard who my opponent was. When I was told Robina was the gal I had to beat as quickly as possible I just couldn’t stop laughing my ass off.

The crowd boos Anthony as he paces around the ring laughing. As centers himself and impersonates Robina Hood by shooting an imaginary arrow.

Anthony “The Future” Washington: I got to thank the APW because they basically handed me that contedership on silver platter. My match is going to be faster than Logan Alexander taking a piss and giving his little winker two shakes. Robina likes to talk about her opponents in some mysterious way to try and impose herself as being some type of big threat and that’s difference between us two. I like to let my skills in this here ring do the talking for me. You know what they say…Actions speak louder than words. Tonight when I get my hands on you Robina, you’re going to be hearing a fucking sold out Justin beiber concert.

The crowd begins chanting they’re favorite thing to say about Anthony Washington, for it’s starting to come off as a reputation for himself

Woman Beater
Woman Beater
Woman Beater
Woman Beater
Woman Beater
Woman Beater

Harris: He's not beating women! He's doing his JOB!

West: These fans know that-- but you think they care? They can't stand this guy... I'm still trying to develop an opinion myself.

Harris: How's it lookin? Haha!

West: Ehhh...

Anthony “The Future” Washington: Now—Now, Settle down, settle down. You all can save that for later on tonight. Right now I’m not out her to mouth off about Robina. I’m here so you all can have a good look and a good idea of whose going to be facing your beloved North American Champion, Logan Alexander. You see wrestling hasn’t always been a passion of mine. The only two passions I had was partying and women. Emphasis on the women. To be quite honest I always thought of it as a homo sport. Two sweaty guys rubbing up on each other…ew. Later on in life after all the singers and celebrities I’ve dated I had to find a way to make some money seeing I couldn’t leach off of my girlfriends anymore. So sense I am amazing at everything that I do. I decided to give wrestling a try and that’s when I realized that wrestling was what I was born to do. From that day forward I made it a goal of mine to become a champion. Any type of champion and finally here come opportunity knocking at my door. At survive and conquer, not only will I have my dreams come true, but I will have Logan Alexander’s crumble.

Anthony Washington climbs on top of the turnbuckle and stares at the crowd as they express mixed reactions.

Anthony “The Future” Washington: Don’t worry I’m not going to end this speech off with the traditional “I’m going to destroy you champ”, or the “I’m going to become the new North American Champion” because all of that would be false proclamations. It’s quite simple really. I’m not going to become the new North American Champion. The present is “THE FUTURE” of the past. I’M ALREADY THE NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION!

Anthony Washington drops his microphone in the middle of the ring as his theme song plays over the PA system. He taunts to the crowd with a grin on his face.


Our camera cuts to the back where Sienna Harrison and Alexander Duvall are in the middle of what appears to be a semi-heated debate.

Duvall: I just don't get the big deal. What makes her so bloody special? Christian Kane is the future of this company and if you can't get behind that, Sienna--

Sienna: I can. Okay? I love what Christian Kane can do, but if you couldn't tell, he's done nothing but choke in 2013. If you want perfection, then look no further than Robina Hood. She's got it all. She's got the charisma... The look-- I mean, the guys love her... And she can wrestle. She can throw down with the best of them, including Logan.

Duvall crosses his arms and looks off into the distance for a long time and then sighs.

Duvall: I just don't know if I see it.

Sienna groans.

Duvall: I just don't know if she's worth all of the time and effort we're putting into her. We--

Robina: Ahem…

Duvall and Sienna turn and the crowd boos loudly to see Robina Hood standing in the doorway, casting Duvall a half-amused, half-offended glance.

Robina: By any chance, were the two of you having a discussion about me?

Duvall: We--

Sienna: As a matter of fact, we were. I was just sitting here, telling Alexander how happy I would be to announce you as the new number one contender to the North American Championship after tonight... About how you've been a breath of fresh air, and we need people like you on Meltdown.

She turns and smirks at Alexander Duvall.

Sienna: And Alexander was...

Robina: Doubting me?

Duvall rolls his eyes and Robina walks closer to him, giving him a once-over.

Robina: Unless you’ve had something in your eyes for the past two weeks, I’m sure that my actions have been more than good enough to prove how good I am. I near broke Niobe’s arm twice in two weeks, I’m more than ready to put an end to her career the next time we clash…and I’ve even proven to be a decent team player by teaming up with that rather pitiful Young Mannie last week. So I am more than reliable enough to turn Meltdown in the real A-Show.

Duvall just nods, but doesn't necessarily look impressed.

Robina: It’s pretty obvious that you’re still not impressed…I know, why not you watch me demolish Anthony Washington? And then, after I’m done with him, you will have no choice but admit that I am simply perfect for Meltdown.

With that, Robina turns and marches out of the office. Sienna smirks up at Duvall as the cameras cut away.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Survive and Conquer exhibition match.

..Lioness Roar...

The rifts of “Runaway” create a steady beat as the spotlight centers on stage. The crowd stands in awe awaiting the arrival of Lisa Lyon. As the beat picks up, Lisa pushes through the curtains and onto the stage. The reaction from the crowd is mixed as Lisa points at four separate sections of the arena and screeches the letters…

L! L! L!

The beat slows as a local woman from the city of tonight's show struts out beside Lisa. The hook arms, and make their way towards the ring.

Paige: Making her way down to the ring first from Saint Paul, Minnesota….. Lisa Loriann Lyon!

Upon reaching it, Lisa slides underneath the bottom rope, as the local woman climbs to the ring apron. Lisa places both feet on the bottom rope and leans towards the crowd, while the local woman bends over. Lisa quickly smacks the woman's ass, receives a peck on the lips, then watches as the lady smiles and skips off towards the crowd.

Meanwhile, Lisa makes her way over to the right corner, the chorus begins to pick up. Standing alone in front of the critical, judging and cruel… Lisa brushes both hands gently across her chest and methodically out towards the crowd. As the music begins to fade, Lisa motions for the crowd to “bring it."

West: Here comes one of our Survive and Conquer contestants who actually had a small stint here in APW last year. And she’s getting a little warm up here against the red hot Cid Phoenix!

Harris: She’s hot, She’s talented, and she has the same sexual preference as I do. She’s my pick to win it all!

The lights go out throughout the arena, followed by at least 20 seconds of silence. Suddenly, Aiden's "Die, Die, Die My Darling" echoes hauntingly over the loudspeakers, as the ActionTron springs to life with the shaky animated word, 'Die' flashed across the Tron Screen...

Paige: And her opponent on his way to the ring, from Brooklyn, New York…. Cid Phoenix!

As the music hits a thunderous crescendo, Cid Phoenix appears from behind the curtains to deafening cheers. He pounds his chest, and takes in the moment before sauntering down the aisle. He exchanges high fives with fans, and even gets a few kisses from several ladies in the crowd before rolling beneath the ropes to stand up and await the start of the match.

West: Cid Phoenix has been on one hell of a roll lately and it’s time for him to break through. A win here could do that for him!

Harris: He’s a flash in the pan Shane. Lisa is going to wipe the floor with him and that’s about the most action he’ll ever get.

Cid Phoenix vs. Lisa Lyon

Lisa explodes from the Corner and takes Cid down with a Lou Thez Press and follows it up with HARD rights and lefts to his face. She ends it by digging her fingernails into his face and raking down. Cid shoves her off and gets to his feet holding his eyes. Lisa hits a hard kick to the gut of Cid and whips him into the ropes. She attempts a clothesline but Cid ducks under and springboards off the middle rope and hits a Diving CrossBody for a pin attempt.

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KICKOUT!

Lisa rolls Cid off and is quick to her feet. Cid Charges and she hits an arm drag on him. Cid gets to his feet and is hit with another arm drag. Cid gets back up and quickly hits a charging Lisa Lyon with a Spinning Leg Sweep. He goes for a standing moonsault though Lisa rolls out of the way. Back up to their feet, Lisa hits a Running Enziguri Kick that takes Cid down hard. Lisa backs up and waits while a dazed Cid Phoenix stumbles to his feet. As he turns into Lisa she hits him with a snap Scarlatina. She makes a cover.

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KICKOUT!

West: Cid is on top of his game and is giving all he can to Lisa, but it seems like that Ring rust we were expecting from Lisa is nonexistent. She’s on top of her game and is taking it to Cid quick and hard.

Harris: She can give it to me quick and hard anytime! As for Cid, he’s clearly overmatched.

Lisa Whips Cid hard into the corner and follows it up with a Stinger Splash! She whips him into the other and hits another stinger splash. She stomps away on a fallen Cid in the corner. She grabs his legs and yanks him out hard lifting him and letting him fall head and back first hard on the mat. She grabs his legs and turns him around in a Boston Crab sitting back hard on Cid. After struggling for a good minute Cid finally crawls to the rope to break the hold. When they get to their feet Cid counters an attempted DDT with A Northern Lights Suplex, but he’s too hurt to bridge. Both get to their feet and Cid grabs her for an Exploder suplex, but she hops over him and hooks him from behind with a German Suplex, followed by another and another! The Triple C! She then springboards off the middle rope with a moonsault and cover.

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Shoulder Up!

Lisa then sets up and goes for the star STUDed superkick but Cid catches her foot and hits a Trapping suplex on her. He follows it up with a spinning heel kick as they both get up. He is quick to get to his feet and bounces off the ropes and hits a rolling thunder across a downed Lisa Lyon. He rolls off and slowly gets back to his feet he pulls Lisa up and she slaps him hard in the chest, He shoves her back into the ropes and hits a diving superkick taking her down hard. He climbs to the top rope and dives off with a Guillotine Legdrop. He pulls her back up and delivers a Jumping Piledriver followed by an AVALANCHE JawBreaker and he makes a cover of his own.

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Shoulder Up!

West: Hell of an opening match so far.

Harris: They both want it so much, but somebody is bound to make a mistake, somebody is bound to slip up, who will it be?

Cid Phoenix gets to his feet and climbs the top turnbuckle. HE poses on the top for a second as cheers shoot out from the crowd. HE leaps off with the “Death From Above” turning Frog Splash and CONNECTS….. WITH THE MAT!

Harris: Crash and BURN.

They both get to their feet and Lisa hooks Cid and lands with the Lyon’s Back! She rolls him over and makes a cover that gets a Two Count. Lisa goes for the Strangulation but Cid kicks out of it and grabs Lisa by the head going for the Pheonix Down. Lisa stops him and grabs his arm. She jumps up and wraps her leg under the head of Cid and drops back for THE V SPOT! She locks in the Gogoplata choke and Cid, unable to move or breathe has no choice but to TAP OUT!

Winner: Lisa Lyon

West: BIG victory there by Lisa But she’s not letting go of the hold.

Harris: Just giving Cid something to remember her by.

She continues to choke Cid till he passes out and the ref comes over and pulls her off of him. She just stands up and stares down at him menacingly as the crowd boos. She smirks an evil smile as she rolls out of the ring and makes her way to the back.

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

[Evan De Parker]

West: And it's time to kick off our BEAT THE CLOCK challenge!

Nicky Page: The following beat the clock match is for one fall. Introducing first, he hails from Miami Florida and currently weighs in at two hundred and thirty-eight pounds…ANTHONY “FUTURE” WASHINGTON!

The lights dim dark as the fans begin to make loud chatter, anticipating who's about to appear. A huge diamond appears on the titantron as “I’m different” by 2 Chainz begins to blast over the PA system. The crowd starts making some noise with mixed reactions as others sing along.

I'm different, yea I'm different
I'm different, yea I'm different
I'm different, yea I'm different
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing
middle finger up to my competition

Out of the darkness and camera flashes, the spotlight points to the beginning of the stage as a couple of staff workers pulls out a red carpet spreading all the way down the ramp. As the workers scatter the camera flashes continue to shoot towards the entrance stage, awaiting an arrival. All of a sudden, an all white Mercedes Benz comes pulling in from the right side of the stage. The Mercedes continues to pull in, then comes to a complete stop in the middle of the stage. The fans continue to uproar mixed reactions as Anthony Washington slowly exits the car. Wearing his trademark “future” shades, white and blue trunks, white boots laced up, and a chain that spells out future hanging to the middle of his chest, Anthony Washington stood there and looked around.

Finally, Washington lifts his arms up, putting both his pointing fingers together as well as his thumbs to form a triangle, as sparks fly from both sides of the ramp and all the way down. Washington then begins strutting down the ramp slapping his chest and pointing at his face. As Washington comes to the end of the ramp he looks up at the crowd on both sides then begins to Dougie, or lean with his shoulders from side to side. Laughing, he quickly runs up the steel steps and wipes his feet before entering the ring. He prances around the ring a couple times then climbs on top of the turnbuckle…

They say we wanted attention

But before Washington could even grab his chain, those five words of “Ignite” by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela immediately interrupts his theme. This caused Anthony to glance towards the stage, annoyance filling his eyes up, as he kissed his chain. Those five words surged an incredible amount of boos from the Canadian audience as the purple-haired lady came through the black curtains, black jacket proudly draped over her shoulders. The crowd knew that she was Robina Hood and began boo even more as she made her way around the Mercedes.

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

Once introduced the forest-dweller threw her arms up high in the air, her forefingers pointing out towards the sky. This caused the jacket to fly off her shoulder and onto the bonnet of the Benz, since the Brit purposely kept herself close to the vehicle. The camera immediately cuts of to see the even more annoyed expression on Anthony’s face, since his precious ride now has some stranger’s jacket all over the bonnet. The camera cuts back to see Robina walking down the ramp, ignoring the rather offensive chants the Canadians were giving her, as her eyes utterly refuse to look away from “The Future.” The forest-dweller’s eyes remained fixated on the male as made her way to ringside, up the ring steps and into the ring. But instead of saying anything Robina gave Anthony the middle finger before doing her trademark 270 degrees spin and punched the air as “watch me ignite” escaped the P.A. System, electing even more boos from the people in attendance tonight.

Shane West: I swear that week in and week out, Robina has been getting more and more of a hostile reception of the fans.

Dick Harris: This is wrestling not a popularity contest, Shane, and from the past two weeks Robina has been pretty impressive.

Shane West: But remember that Anthony had an impressive match last week as well…

Dick Harris: Yeah, so impressive that some dope managed to kick out of his finisher.

Shane West: At least Anthony’s method of winning didn’t involve a chair…

Dick Harris: Chair or no chair Robina Hood has been rather impressive so far…but, in a conversation I barely managed to get with her, Robina has never wrestled against somebody bigger than her before…so Anthony does have the edge here.

As the commentators spoke the senior official was patting down the Brit, checking for any foreign objects she might be keeping hidden from plain sight, after finishing checking the purple haired dynamo out he went over to “The Future” and began to check him out, starting at the boots. Capitalising on this the English lass moved forward and, before Anthony could move the official, sprayed a red mist directly into his eyes. He instantly fell back into a corner, crying out in anguish to the burning sensation underneath his eyelids, and the official began to push Robina back while reprimanding her for such a dirty move. This was however greeted with the female rudely pushing him to the side.

Shane West: What a blatant cheap shot!

The official finally signalled for the bell to ring as Robina ran towards the turnbuckle, catching the male with a running knee strike to the gut. She then began land a fury of elbow strikes, forearm shots and knee strikes with the occasional headbutt to the cornered male. This strikes and blows continued onwards and onwards until the official finally had enough as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled the woman away. When the referee gave the purple haired competitor a verbal warning she simply shrugged and turned back around as Anthony charges out with a ferocious clothesline…but Miss Hood managed to show off her flexibility as she did a matrix style bend, ducking the male’s clothesline in the process, before the two of them turn around to face each other. Yet before the big man could attempt anything the female jumped up, wrapped her arms around his body and fell backwards…causing Anthony’s face to crash down straight into the second turnbuckle. The crowd gave out a loud ‘oh’ kind of sound as Robina rolled the male over and hook her left arm around his right leg.

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The official stopped the count as he acknowledged one of Washington’s hands grabbing the bottom rope. Instead of questioning the official’s call Robina glanced up towards the titantron to see how much time as passed. After seeing that not much time as passed, and realising that this is the pacesetting match in the beat the clock challenge, a slick smile as appeared upon the Brit’s face…almost like she has just thought of a plan. So, without batting an eyelid towards the official, Robina rolled the male onto his belly and grabbed onto his wrists before dragging into a position that has his chin just pass the bottom rope, exiting the ring in the process. Without giving the crowd the time to realise her plan Miss Hood’s hands moved to grab the back of his neck and pulled down with all her weight, causing his neck to be pressured against the bottom rope. The official began shouting at the girl to let go but instead she began to incorporate knee strikes to Anthony’s face as she continue to illegally use the ropes. She finally lets go of the male when the official’s count reached four and backed off a bit to the side before charging forwards and landing a perfect big boot to the side of Anthony’s face. The official was now demanding for her to return to the ring but instead of instantly entering the ring…Robina turned around and approached a female fan, who was previously screaming ‘you’re a flat-chested whore!’ SMACK!

Shane West: I can’t believe she did hit a fan! You can understand if it was by accident but she purposely slapped a fan!

Dick Harris: I guess Robina takes offence to personal insults…but I must admit that she had no right to hit a fan.

Shane West: And now I can perfectly guess that Robina is going to get us slapped with a lawsuit.

If only that was a stunt to gather more heat since, if it wasn’t a legitimate attack on a fan, it would have worked to perfection since the amount of boos has just increased tenfold as the Brit slid under the bottom rope. She had a bit of a struggle doing it but instead of going for the cover the female managed to drag an almost lifeless Anthony up to his knees before raising her right arm up while calling out “time for execution!” This originally brought ‘you suck!’ chants from the crowd but they were quickly silence as Anthony suddenly sprung up to his feet, wrapped his arms around her waist and threw her overhead…nailing not just a basic belly to belly suplex but a belly to belly suplex that caused the lower point of Robina’s spine to directly hit the top turnbuckle and when the female fell she crashed headfirst onto the mat. Her frame looked almost dead as it simply laid there but the male collapsed back down to his knees, to regain his lost breath, while the crowd began their chants of ‘holy shit!’ The senior official was about to check on the female’s health but stopped himself when Anthony fell onto his back, rolled over and crawled over towards Robina. He managed to roll the woman onto her back and laid his chest upon hers in a pin cover.

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Shane West: How did Robina managed to get her left leg on the bottom rope!?!

Dick Harris: My guess is that, if Anthony tried to walk over instead of crawl over, then she wouldn’t gathered up enough ring awareness to get the rope break.

Half the crowd booed while the other half continued their ‘holy shit!’ chant as Anthony looked over towards the official in disbelief. The male managed to fully stand up but the young Brit gathered up enough sense to hook both her legs, and hands, onto the bottom rope so he couldn’t pull her away…so instead Anthony began to kick away at his grounded opponent as the crowd cheered for the male, with each cheer getting louder and louder with each kick. When one of the male’s kicks struck the back of Robina’s head her hands lets go and covered her head in anguish…this brought a grin upon Anthony’s face as now he aimed his kicks for the other region that suffered deeply from the belly to belly, her lower back. The crowd tried to enthusiastically count the kicks but quickly lost count as the purple haired female was stuck between his kicks and the bottom rope…this was eventually stopped however as the official finally started his count which, rather surprisingly, convinced Anthony to stop the count of three. While the official warned the male Robina barely managed to get up onto all fours, well all threes since her left hand reached back to rub her back in an attempt to smooth the pain, but seeing her in this position caused a smirk to appear on Washington’s face. If any word could be used to describe this smirk it would be…revenge. Without any hesitation Anthony gently shoved the ref to the side and charged forward, nailing the punt he named the ‘15 Seconds of Fame’ directly into Robina’s head…but the impact of this punt caused the female’s body to fly over the bottom rope and crashing down onto the floor.

Shane West: The Fifteen Seconds of Fame! But Robina has fallen clean out of the ring!

Dick Harris: I would actually want to say that she smartly avoided a pinning opportunity but she looks completely out of it.

Shane West: It’s not official yet but I believe that Anthony Washington has just won this match!

Anthony signalled for the referee to start his count but the official instead requested for him to back away from the ropes…so he got up, lightly leaned against the corner at the other side of the ring and looked towards the titantron, looking more than satisfied with the time.

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Shane West: It’s impressive to see Robina managing to get up to her knees but she looks unable to shake off that punt…
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Shane West: Oh my god how did she manage to get back in the ring!?!

Dick Harris: The expression on Anthony‘s face is utterly priceless…but if you look at the replay, Anthony didn’t perfectly connect with that punt kick.

Shane West: Well anyway…I think it would be better for Robina to stay down since she is still lying there on the mat.

And indeed Robina was simply laying down on the mat, with her back pointing towards the ceiling as Anthony was telling the official that he counted too slowly. After losing the pointless argument the male sighed lightly as he approached the female, wrapped his arms around her waist and dragged her back up to her feet but kept his arms around her waist. The reason for this was easily predicted and he raised his arms up while falling backwards, nailing a picture perfect German suplex, but didn’t let go as he dragged her back up only to hit another German suplex. When Washington pulled her back up and threw her, for another German, the Brit did a brilliant back flip and landed on her feet. She wobbled a little to regain her balance but when she did Robina ran towards the ropes, bounced off them and connected a running arched big boot with Anthony’s jaw as he was getting back up to his feet. However the clearly bigger competitor only went down to one knee from that shot so Robina ran towards the other ropes and hit another big boot directly to Anthony’s jaw. Frustration began to appear on the Brit’s face as the man from Miami was still just down on one knee so she raised up her right arm, the crowd booing when they realised she’s signalling for her ‘Execution’ clothesline.

Shane West: Could it be possible that Anthony Washington has Robina’s number tonight?

Dick Harris: Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, Shane, if Robina somehow hits her finisher then we’re going to have to find a fat lady and tell her to sing.

It was clear that the young British diva believes her clothesline should be good enough to win the match as she runs towards the ropes once again. But when she bounced back Anthony was already up on his feet as he stepped to the side and pushed the female along before running to the ropes at the other side of the ring. As they both rebound off the ropes Anthony goes for a spear but Robina somehow jumps over him and the two bounced off opposite ring ropes again. When they came back towards each other Anthony went for a clothesline this time but not only did Miss Hood drop down to her knees but she also skidded across the ring on her knees, just stopping before the ropes, and when she got up the female tried a reverse elbow on the male. However Anthony not only used his forearm to block it but also wrapped his arms around hers, trapping the female in a full nelson position. The people in attendance were cheering loudly at this and no matter how much she squirmed Anthony had no problems dragging the Brit back into the middle of the ring. With little effort the male raised Robina up and harshly slammed her down on the mat, most of the impact smashing on the back of the purple haired dynamo’s neck.

Shane West: OH GOD LOOK AT THE IMPACT! That has to be it! Anthony goes for the cover…but why isn’t the official counting!?!

Dick Harris: Didn’t you noticed? While being picked up like a rag doll one of Robina’s legs caught the official in the face. So he is affectedly out of it.

Washington realised this so he stood back up, looked towards the titantron and shouted out for another official to come out…but after a few seconds it was clear that another official wasn’t coming out so, after realising the time this match has taken so far, he frantically shook the knocked out referee in an attempt to wake him up. After a few more seconds Anthony unexpectedly collapsed down to his knees while behind him was Robina Hood, on one knee, with her hand retracting from the position “The Future” was…the fans booing as they’ve realised that she has just low blowed the male.

Shane West: Oh a low blow, how low can Robina really go? Hey, what are you doing out here…put that damn chair down!

Dick Harris: Looks like Miss Hood is planning to capitalise on the opportunity in front of her.

The Brit was grinning manically as her hands firmly clutched onto the chair, ignoring the boos she’s receiving from the excited crowd. She slowly slides under the bottom rope and stands back up to her feet while her eyes glared towards Anthony as he began to stagger back up to this feet. “Stand up you son of a bitch!” escaped her lips as she held the chair up, nothing but pure intensity flooding her eyes, and…

Dick Harris: Hey, what is Niobe Martin doing out here!?!

Shane West: It looks like she wants revenge for the two weeks of hell Robina has put her through.

Niobe Martin almost appeared out of nowhere but where she actually appeared from was under the ring but right now she grabbed onto the other end, causing Robina to turn around to face the blonde. The two began a tug of war for the chair, with Robina in the ring and Martin on the apron while the chair was over the top rope. The audience were repeatedly screaming out ‘Niobe,’ clearly rooting for the blonde in this struggle. After a few more tugs and pulled Niobe drops off the apron as successfully rips the chair out of Robina’s hands, electing a huge burst of cheers from the Canadian crowd in the process. Robina looked visibly pissed about this and tried to reach out for the chair…only for have Washington’s head between her legs and her thighs resting on his shoulders as the male raises her up and slams her down with an impact electric chair.

Shane West: Oh what a move by Anthony! It looks like Robina is going to have to beat him without a chair now…

Dick Harris: This is wrong! Niobe shouldn’t be out here, she should be at the back preparing for her own beat the clock match…which happens right after this match.

Either Dick likes it or not, Niobe is clearly staying at ringside as the impact of that move not only laid out Robina Hood but also Anthony Washington. The referee finally gets up to his feet and starts to count them both out but instead of joining in with the count the people in attendance began to clap as the blonde began to repeatedly slap her hand down on the apron, clearly showing her support for the male in this match. The male’s count as just reached seven and both people are up to knees but instead of trying to get fully up, the two began to trade right hands. The crowd booed when the forest-dweller connects but cheered as “The Future” connects with a punch of his own. Eventually this fist fight ended up with the both of them getting to their feet as the crowd increased the volume of their responses until suddenly Robina a nasty looking slap, directly at Anthony’s right cheek, and instantly the crowd began to boo her more heavily as she laughed at this…only to be flattened by a rather devastating spear. Washington instantly goes for the cover and the official was quickly in position to count.

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Niobe was already applauding “The Future” but stopped in slight shock at Robina kicking out of that spear. Anthony instantly questioned the referee’s count but instead of going into a long, and pointless, argument Anthony dragged the woman back up to her feet only to position her head between his legs. It looks like the male is planning to powerbomb Miss Hood but just when he had her up on his shoulders…a second red mist sprayed out of her mouth, straight into Anthony’s eyes, and the sheer pain caused the male to drop down onto one knee. Robina managed to squirm herself out of his clutches and, without a trace of hesitation, decided to repeatedly strike the male in the face with knee strike after knee strike. The crowd booed this yet she simply continued until he official forced her back and warn her about a possible disqualification…what he got in return was a basic “fuck off!” from the girl as she gave him a rather rough shove to the side before trying a big boot to the kneeling man’s face. He dodged however and her leg ended up dangling over the second rope…CRACK!

Dick Harris: Right on the knee cap! And the official failed to catch it!

Shane West: Well, if Robina didn‘t pulled the ref away then Niobe wouldn’t have had the opportunity.

Miss Hood cursed out quick loudly as she barely managed to pull her right leg back into the ring. Both of her hands moved to clutch her knee, possibly to check for any possible injuries, but then Anthony’s arm came between her legs, wrapped itself around her left thigh and rolled the female up in an old-fashioned schoolboy rollup.

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DING! DING! “I’m different” by 2 Chainz began to play out of the P.A. System as both Anthony and the official quickly rolled out of the ring just to raise Washington’s hand in victory. Meanwhile Robina got up onto her knees, her facial cheeks scarlet red as her hands quickly moved back to have the skirt fully cover her rear again.

Nicky Page: Your winner of the match…Anthony “Future” Washington! The setting time of 10 minutes and 45 seconds!

The crowd were partly cheering for the victor but quite a number of them were laughing at the Brit’s embarrassment, just like Niobe was at the moment. The final thing that could be fully seen, before Meltdown went out to a commercial break, was an embarrassed Robina Hood shouting out “you will pay for this!” towards a still chuckling Niobe Martin.

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

[Evan De Parker]

As we return from commercial, Sienna is rubbing her temples, sitting on the couch in the General Managers' office, rubbing her temples. Alexander Duvall is pacing back and forth, though he has an amused look on his face.

Duvall: I told you. I told you so.

Before Sienna can respond, the door flies open. Robina walks in, looking distraught. Sienna hops up off the couch, looking as if she's on the verge of tears herself.

Robina: I can’t believe it! The official’s stupidity screwed me! Man, this is so unfair…

Duvall: ...To hell it was. The bloke beat ya. Where was this "perfection" I was promised?

Sienna: Alexander, that's enough.

She glares at Duvall, but then quickly turns back to Robina and moves forward, pulling her into a hug.

Sienna: This was a minor setback. This isn't the end.

Robina: But what if it is the end? One case of stupidity could be easily repeated…how can I be perfect if I lose? Perfection should never taste defeat…

Sienna pulls away from her and crosses her arms. Slowly, but surely, a half-smirk creeps its way across her face.

Sienna: You're still perfect... And at Survive and Conquer... You'll prove that.

Duvall looks confused by the statement.

Duvall: How is she gonna--?

Sienna: Ssshhhhh... Trust me.

Robina: I’ll trust you to the end of time itself, Sienna.

The crowd boos as Sienna smiles at Robina, cutting away on her trademark grin.

West: So over ten minutes and thirty seconds to beat, let’s see what the contestants in this next match can do.

Nicky Paige: On the way to the ring, he hails from The Commonwealth Of Virginia and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds…‘THE MAIN ATTRACTION’ YOUNG MANNIE!

The beginning of "Another Way" airs through the P.A. system building anticipation, As Mannie emerges to a wave of boos, He casually walks down the ramp with his entire glowing in the dark sweatsuit. Mannie soaks in the hate, As a custom Dark-Orchid colored stairwell which reads "The-Main-Attraction" spaced on each step is placed in front of the middle apron. Mannie strides up the steps, While the cameraman sits on the middle rope before Mannie enters the ring. Mannie proceeds to remove his sweatsuit, as Ms. Paige steps up to Introduce Mannie's opponent.

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

'Nightmare!
Now your nightmare comes to life...'

Niobe comes running out from behind the curtain, stopping at the top of the ramp briefly to extend her arms out to the sides.

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

As the lyrics of the song continue to play, she drops her arms and walks down the ramp, sliding under the bottom rope of the ring. She stands up and throws off the hood of her jacket, pointing a finger at the crowd with a smile.

Paige: From Los Angeles, CA; she weighs 125lbs...NIOBE “NIGHTMARE” MARTIN!!!

It's just the way
The game is played
It's best if you just
Wait your turn

AMY ZING flashes across the screen. Various shots of Amy standing in the ring are shown. The final shot is of Amy bent over, and then rising, arms wide and pointing to the sides. As this shot is taken, the camera spins around, showing her from all angles, stopping to face her when she poses.

The wait is ova
The wait is ova
The wait is ova
The wait is ova

Amy Zing comes running out of the entrance way. She runs to one end of the entrance stage, then to the other. She then walks to the middle and bends with her fingers touching the ground. She rises, spreading her arms out and pointing to the fans. She brings her hands together then breaks them apart. She walks down to the ring slaping hands with the fans on both sides of the barricade as she does.

It's getting crowded
Over here
But babe
The wait is over
Sometimes it takes
A thousand tries
To win
The wait is over

Standing in front of the ring, Amy leapfrogs onto the apron. She slingshots herself into the ring and runs to the corner. Amy pulls herself up to the turnbuckle, spreading her arms out to the sides, pointing to the crowd. Slowly, she brings them together. Once her hands touch, Amy suddenly backflips off the turnbuckle, landing in the ring..

It's getting crowded
Over here
But babe
The wait is over
Sometimes it takes
A thousand tries
To win
The wait is over

Unwrapping the ribbon from her arm, Amy uses it to tie her hair in a ponytail. She starts clapping along with the song, trying to get the crowd behind her. She then leans against the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to start.

: Paige: From San Francisco, CA by way of Hong Kong, China; she weighs 120lbs...”THE HONG KONG SENSATION”....AMY ZING!!!

Beat The Clock Challenge
“The Main Attraction” Young Mannie vs. Niobe “Nightmare” Martin vs. “The Hong Kong Sensation” Amy Zing

The match begins with Young Mannie charging at Amy Zing, but THKS is quick to slide out of the ring to safety. Mannie leans over the ropes and calls Zing back into the ring, but she walks off shaking her head. This distraction gives Niobe a chance and she rolls Mannie with a school boy, forcing a close two count. Mannie gets to his feet and makes amends with a running arm lariat. Mannie lifts Niobe and pushes her into a corner, delivering repeated palm strikes to the chest. Amy Zing is back in the action and tries to blindside Mannie, but he’s wise to it and counters with a back elbow, then delivering rapid slaps to the face before whipping Amy Zing into a corner and following through with a running knee to the face. Mannie takes a moment to dance around the ring and throw some shapes to the crowd.

West: 02:43 into this match and Young Mannie looks in complete control.

Harris: He needs to remember he is fighting against the clock in this one also.

Mannie lines up Amy Zing for a running spinning wheel kick, but she ducks under it and counters with a monkey flip. Amy sees Niobe stepping out of the corner, charging across the ring Amy and connects with a running enziguri, knocking Niobe into a seated position. Amy continues with the momentum, hitting the ropes with a handspring before planting a double knee drop to the chest of Young Mannie. Rising to her feet, Amy hits a standing moonsault and hooks back Mannie’s legs...

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West: A real close call there, just as the clock ticks past the 4:17 mark. Someone needs to make a big impact...and fast!

Harris: It’s going to be difficult in a triple threat. These wrestlers are at a slight advantage to those in one-on-ones because they need a second set of eyes.

The two female wrestlers get to their feet and start to slug it out in the middle of the ring. Amy Zing takes advantage with an eye poke and whips Niobe into the ropes, however Niobe springboards off the second rope and hits the onrushing Amy with a corkscrew moonsault. As Amy Zing gets to her feet, Niobe takes her down again with a fireman’s carry takeover, which is transitioned into a fujiwara armbar. Amy starts to scream out in pain as Nione torques the joint and as it looks like Amy is about to tap out Mannie breaks the hold by stomping on Niobe’s head. The clock on-screen reads 05:52.

West: Still some time to play with, but it won’t be long before that 10-minute mark creeps on these wrestlers.

Harris: It just seems to me that they are each other’s equal, there’s like a grain of salt between the three of them.

Mannie lifts Niobe and doubles her over with a punch to the gut, then he tries to set her up for the Death By Mannie, however Amy Zing is back on her feet and nails him with a crane kick, followed by a tornado DDT. Amy goes for the cover...

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Niobe plants Amy in a seated position with a rolling snapmare, then hits the ropes and runs at Amy, connecting with a double footed front dropkick to the face. Mannie runs at Niobe, she counters with an arm drag, then a buzzsaw kick to the face. Niobe climbs to the top rope, as the clock ticks over to 06:59, looks for the Hallucination on Amy Zing, but Amy rolls away. Amy then goes for the Phoenixsault, but Niobe rolls away this time, Amy still lands on her feet and instantly goes for Fenghuang Kick on Niobe, only for Niobe to duck, try a roundhouse kick of her own, which Amy blocks, for Niobe to counter with a dragon whip kick so vicious it almost knocks Amy’s head clean off. The clock reads 07: 48.

West: Topsy-turvy, fast paced action out there, but still that clock ticks on towards the target of just past 10:30.

Niobe stands up and hurls some smack talk at Amy Zing, but Mannie takes the opportunity to spring a trap and nails a surprise Fatal Attraction, making the cover as the clock ticks over to 07:56

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Winner: “The Main Attraction” Young Mannie

West: We’re just waiting for confirmation from the time keeper here, but Mannie has the win.

After some conferring the result is revealed.

Paige: The winner of this match, at a recorded time of eight minutes and one second...”The Main Attraction” Young Mannie!

West: What the hell is he doing now? He just snatched Nicky’s microphone.


Harris: Whatever he wants, this is his show and he’s going to do as he pleases.


Mannie: Don’t you dare finish that statement, See people…Wins and losses are fine and all when it comes to battles but the war is not over. See the war has just started with me and you Amy, so while you drew first blood last week. I already have struck back with my own guerilla warfare.


Mannie is still breathing heavy with a smile, as he can tell Amy Zing is confused

Mannie: Don’t worry Amy; I’m not going to attack you tonight. See that would be too easy but to hurt you like you did me; I needed to go above and beyond. So if you would please now, roll the footage.


The video screen opens up back in San Francisco, California. The same place Mannie decided to go after canceling his trip to Japan. The area seems quiet and low-key, nothing to strange is going on so far. The footage begins show a few familiar people that Amy quickly recognizes.


Amy Zing: You son of a bitch…


Mannie: Nah un unh! The video is not over yet, just keep watching it gets better.


There seems to be a woman and man exiting their house, and judging by Amy’s reaction back in the ring. It seems to be telling everyone that the people are indeed Amy Zing’s parents. The parents seem to be ready to go for a drive, as her mother enters the driver’s side and the husband on the passenger side. When a large man with dark shades on, wearing Secret Service like attire step to the car and yank Amy's Parents out of their vehicle and drag them on the front lawn, Amy’s mother tries to scream but she is quickly given chloroform along with the father. He looks around to see if anyone is watching them before continuing his mission.


Amy Zing: Mannie I swear, if anything has happened to my parents I will.


Mannie: You will what? You won’t be doing anything, because you can’t touch me or my Uncle Charlie outside of this ring anymore. Because in case you already forgot Amy, your skating on very thin ice. So come on give Sienna Harrison a reason to suspend you, come on I dare you to hit me! Because as soon as you do, You’re whore-raising mother and father will never been seen again. See as long I got those boys watching my back, you are ineffective sweetheart.


Mannie struts over to Amy and gets very close, He holds the microphone in one hand while brushing Amy’s hair from her ear with the other. Mannie leans in and whispers in her ear with the mic


Mannie: So do yourself a favor Amy, Let’s end all this chaos right now. All you have to do is join my campaign to better APW and I promise, your parents will not be harmed and they will be released. Scouts honor. So what do you say, will you join Amy?

Amy Zing: Mannie…You know what?


Mannie: No I don't so why don't you inform me?


Amy Zing: You and your campaign can go...

Mannie: Don't you finish that sentence or...


Amy Zing: Or what? What are you going to do Mannie? Are you going to hit me? Come on do it!

Amy looks around the arena as they egg her on, Amy holds her hand up for silence before stepping back in Mannie's face and finishing her sentance

Amy Zing: Like I was saying you and your campaign can go
F*** YOUR SHELVES.

The arena is in a frenzy over what Amy Zing has just said. The crowd gets right behind her as a chant breaks out

Amy

Amy

Amy

West: That’s right, You tell him Amy!


Harris: She can say that on television!

West: Well she just did.


Harris: Well I think she just made the biggest mistake of her life.


Mannie looks disappointed as he goes to exit the ring, as he climbs through the ropes. Amy out of nowhere kicks the middle rope. Mannie hits the mat, grabbing his crotch as Amy’s begs for Mannie to hit her. Mannie mouths the words “NO” as he tries to crawl out, But Amy grabs his foot and picks him up by the hair.


Amy Zing: You aren't going anywhere asshole.


Amy Zing starts unleashing a series off chops followed by some stiff kicks, which sends Mannie wheeling into the corner.


West: Amy has lost it, But can you blame her?


Harris: Are you out of your mind? This is wrong. Mannie doesn’t deserve this, He is the victim can’t you see that. His Uncle was attacked last week, Amy Zing started this and now she can’t handle it.


Amy is still unloading more and more as Mannie balls up into the corner trying to protect himself, but to no avail is Amy stopping. Amy is stomping on a prone Mannie until that same "Secret Service" dressed man from the video enters the ring and one hits Amy a sick Half-Nelson Suplex.

West: Dear god…Did you see how she landed on her neck? This can’t be good, she is not moving.


Harris: It serves her right for attacking him, He was defenseless. I’m just glad he showed up when he did.


West: Would you shut up!


Harris: Don’t you get mad at me, Amy did it too herself. She wanted the attention and now “The Main Attraction” is giving her just want she wants.


Mannie grabs a microphone as he huddles over Amy’s body.


Mannie: See Amy…The choices you keep making are always going to affect you and those around you. I really tried Amy to take the easy route, but after that display of disrespect you just gave me. I have no choice anymore but to give you some tough love.


Mannie pats the large man on the shoulder as they both make their exit, The arena seems too be livid as garbage is being thrown at them, and even some fans try to reach out at Mannie but the large man blocks the attempts as “The Main Attraction” heads to the back.


West: Who the hell is that guy?


Harris: I don’t know Shane, but if I were you I would keep my mouth shut before you find out.


The show cuts to a commercial break

[Evan De Parker]

Edmonton, Alberta, Canada responds in a mixed reaction laced with a deep round of boos as Christian Kane appears on camera, gearing up for his "Beat the Clock" match. There's a knock at the door and Kane sighs and lazily answers..

Christian Kane: Come in...

For a few seconds there isn't a response. Kane sits with his back to the door and it slowly drifts open, where the crowd responds loudly and positively as the Suicidal Champion, Aubrey J. Parker stands at the door. She walks in slowly, placing both of her hands on either of Kane's shoulders. Christian raises his brow and looks at the hands on his shoulders.

AJP: I think we got off to a bad start.

Kane spins around and slaps her hands away, jumping to his feet.

Christian Kane: There are only two reasons why someone like you should be in my locker room, you bitch. You're either here to blow me or you're...well...no, you should only be here to blow me. What do you want?

AJP: WOAH. Are you mad at me for something?

Christian Kane: Am I mad at you for something!? Yes! Yes I'm mad at you, you harlot! How about when you DISTRACTED me in my match last week, you disgusting, ugly whore!

AJP's jaw drops and she laughs in a sarcastic, maybe offended manner.

AJP: You have no right to say those things to me... I came out to the ring to SUPPORT you last week. I blew you a kiss. I waved your flag. What the hell do you want from me?

Christian Kane: Listen, little girl - stay out of my business. Don't come out to the ring while I'm wrestling, don't disturb me while I'm getting ready for matches - just leave me alone.

AJP: Right. And all I wanted... was for you to do the same. BUT GUESS WHAT... you didn't do that. Instead, you cost me the Tag Team Titles, you called me names, you broke my wrist... wasn't too fair, was it?

Christian Kane: In case you haven't noticed I don't need to abide by any rules, Parker. I can do whatever the hell I like. Hell, I'm the de facto prince of Meltdown! It'll only be a matter of time before people like you are bowing to me.

Aubrey smiles up at him for a little and sighs.

AJP: You know, I do hope you win tonight, Christian. Because I'm not coming to ringside, and Roy Speede isn't going to be there and... well... if you fall flat on your face, and you don't face Logan for the North American Title at Survive and Conquer then you look like a... what's the word I'm looking for?

She strokes her chin for a moment, pretending to be deep in thought.

AJP: Oh. Yeah. A dumbass. So don't screw it up tonight, okay? Because if you mess up again then nobody's going to listen to you when you make excuses and nobody's going to buy this crap about you being the future of APW.

Christian Kane glares at her for a few moments and then leans close, speaking just above a whisper in a frustrated tone.

Christian Kane: I'm not sure you get it yet, Aubrey. You don't need to concern yourself with whether I'll win or not because let's face it, I'm going to beat the clock. I'm going to beat Donald Deruty and at Survive & Conquer I'm going to be facing Logan for his title. And believe me when I tell you I'm going to win it.

The two stare at each other in silence for a few seconds before Aubrey returns his glare and takes a step back.

AJP: I hope you don't choke again tonight, Christian. I'm walking away with two belts. What are you leaving Edmonton with?

Christian: Two supermodels and a sports car that you could never afford. Although then again, you have a tendency get your arm trapped in car doors, don't you...?

Parker stares at him from the doorway for a moment and then rolls her eyes. She turns and walks away and the camera pans back to Christian Kane who glares at her as she exits.


"Nemesis" starts to play as a mix reaction from the crowd drowns out the music.

Paige: The following contest is a BEAT THE CLOCK match! Introducing first, on his way to the ring, hailing from Helsinki Finland, he is "The Finnish Phenom" TUHOOOAAAA VALLLOOOO!

The arena fills with strobe lighting, as smoke begins to come up from the entrance ramp. Slowly, Tuhoa Valo creeps out from behind the curtain with his head down, and his hair dripping wet. As the tempo of the song picks up, he quickly lifts his head, as his hair flies back, and the water from his hair goes in every direction. He raises his arms into the air, and a lightning bolt strikes directly in front of him, at the top of the ramp. He immediatley begins a dead-run straight to the ring, sliding in, and getting right to his feet. He runs to the far-right corner, and gets on the second rope, staring around at the crowd.

West: Valo feels like he was robbed last week and--

Harris: And I don't blame him. They brought Josh Marts back to referee the main event, and that corrupt referee Marts is refereeing THIS match too!

The camera briefly focuses on the young Josh Marts, who backs away as Valo begins to mouth off at him.

West: This man was fired unjustly, and rehired by Alexander Duvall, which I think was the right thing to do. He did his job last week. A lot of people could argue that Marts was even on Valo's side-- until Valo put his hands on him.

Harris: Technicalities.

The opening drumbeat to "A Devil In God's Country" by Lamb of God blares over the PA system and once the riff starts Evan comes out with a cocky smirk on his face.

Paige: And his opponent, hailing from Edinburgh, Scotland, he is "Your Scottish Sensation" EVANNNN MCDONAAAAAALD!

Evan kisses an attractive woman at ringside before he rolls into the ring and poses for the crowd, who greets him with a loud mixed reaction tonight-- many in favor of McDonald.

West: And a lot of people here in Edmonton are firmly behind Evan McDonald tonight, and I'll tell you why. He's going one-on-one with a man who has quickly become one of the HATED MegaStars in Action Packed Wrestling, "The Finnish Phenom" Tuhoa Valo. And there's been a lot of speculation on the dirtsheets as to who Valo really is... But Evan McDonald doesn't care about any of that. He cares about beating the clock. He cares about going one-on-one with Logan Alexander for the North American Championship at Survive & Conquer!

Harris: And so does Valo. After last week, the North American Championship is the only thing on his mind, and it should be the only thing. But first he has to get past McDonald. He has to beat the time of 8:01... and this should be a piece of cake, West. No offense.

Beat the Clock Match
"The Finnish Phenom" Tuhoa Valo vs Evan McDonald

The bell rings and Valo quickly coerces McDonald into a collar-and-elbow tie up but takes him to the mat with an elbow to the jaw and gloats to the Edmonton, Alberta crowd who boos him in response. Valo turns back to McDonald as he gets to his feet and delivers to hard forearms to his jaw before Irish Whipping him across the ring. McDonald hits the ropes and Valo catches him with a Back Body Drop upon the rebound! Valo applauds himself for the move and then takes McDonald down-- twice-- with Clotheslines. He goes for the pin.

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West: Think Valo’s taking McDonald a bit lightly here?

Harris: No. Are you kidding me? A Back Body Drop and two Clotheslines wear you down, and so does kicking out of a pin. McDonald has to beat the clock, and it’s hard to do that when you’re exhausting yourself. Valo’s got the right idea.

McDonald is back up and Valo hits him with another Clothesline-- with more aggression this time. He lifts McDonald up and nails a Snap Suplex, then a Double Underhook Suplex, and then gets him up once more, hugging him in a waist-lock and winking at the crowd before launching him through the air with a Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Valo applauds himself again and rolls toward McDonald, going for the cover-- but McDonald slinks a leg over the bottom rope before the ref can count. With a sigh, Valo gets up, bringing McDonald up with him by the hair-- and McDonald counters with a Drop Toehold! Valo is choked over the second rope and the crowd roars as McDonald rolls out to the apron and delivers a boot to Valo’s head! Valo staggers to the center of the ring and McDonald enters, spinning Valo around and hitting him with a boot to the gut, followed by a Powerbomb! Valo is planted and his eyes go hazy as McDonald covers him!

West: HUGE Powerbomb by Evan McDonald! Could he do it?!

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Harris: Oh my God. That was too close. Too close for me.

McDonald sighs in frustration but picks Valo up again...

...Earning a thumb to the eyes to the crowd’s dismay! The referee doesn’t see it and while McDonald throws his hands up over his face, Valo takes him down with a Swinging Neckbreaker. McDonald climbs up and swings at Valo for a Clothesline, but he eats an STO instead. He looks at the clock-- they are 3 minutes and 39 seconds in. Valo lifts McDonald up and Irish Whips him into the corner. He charges at him for a Shoulder Block, but Evan gets his feet up, hitting two boots to Valo’s face! Valo falls to his back and Evan pushes himself up to the second rope! He dives off for an Elbow Drop, but Valo rolls out of the way! Evan groans in pain and climbs to his feet, but Valo places him on his shoulders and nails a TKO! He pins Evan McDonald.

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The crowd and commentators go wild as McDonald kicks out. Valo climbs to his feet and grabs the front of referee Joshua Marts’ shirt-- but Marts threatens to DQ him. Valo curses him and lets go. He turns around into a hard shot right to the nose from McDonald! Valo is staggered from the shot and McDonald levels him with a series of Clotheslines similar to Valo earlier! Valo gets up after the third knockdown, but is swept off his feet and smashed into the canvas with a Powerslam! The crowd roars as McDonald stalks Valo from behind. Valo is groggy, climbing to his feet, but as he turns around he is kicked in the gut and then driven to the mat with a Piledriver! McDonald rolls him over and hooks both legs!

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West: And Tuhoa Valo kicks out right at the five minute mark! But what a beautiful Piledriver from McDonald!

Harris: Can you imagine the kind of upset that’d be?

West: Can you imagine the kind of tantrum Valo would’ve thrown?

Shooting a look at the clock, Evan picks Valo up again and positions him for a Suplex, but Valo shoves him away and rolls out of the ring. The crowd boos and Valo walks away, trying to catch his breath... But Evan McDonald is out not long after! He catches Valo from behind with a Clothesline and takes him to the ground! Valo falls to his stomach and pushes himself up. McDonald lifts Valo up and Irish Whips him into the ringside barricade, then follows up with a series of rights and lefts! The referee is up to three in his ten count and McDonald throws Valo sternum-first into the ring post. Valo groans out in pain, and Evan pulls him away, lifting him up in a rear waist-lock and then drilling him into the steel post again-- and then once more! Valo cries out in pain and McDonald tosses him aside, then rolls back into the ring at the referee’s count of five.

Harris: We’re almost six minutes in, and McDonald’s trying to win this by countout!

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West: Valo’s back up to his feet. We’re at six minutes, five seconds. Can he make it...?!

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Harris: YES! Just barely!

West: But these two have about a minute and fifty seconds to beat the clock!

McDonald begins to stomp a Valo, but Tuhoa takes him to the mat with a double-leg takedown and then a hard fist to the nose. He goes to lock McDonald in the Rear Naked Choke, but within seconds, McDonald finds the bottom rope! Valo refuses to relinquish his hold though-- Joshua Marts scolds him and Valo hops to his feet, screaming into his face-- and is immediately rolled up from behind by McDonald!

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Harris: EVAN MCDONALD JUST PINNED VALO, BY GOD-- NO!

West: No, no-- Valo kicked out! The ref says Valo kicked out!

Harris: These men have ONE MINUTE to beat the clock!

Valo and McDonald both rise to their feet and Valo chops McDonald across the chest until he’s backed into the ropes. He shoots him across the ring and takes him down with a shoulder block! McDonald is taken head-over-heels from the impact and Valo grabs him from behind, setting him up for the reverse Corkscrew Neckbreaker that he calls “Commence Destruction”, but McDonald powers out of it and shoves him away! With forty seconds left, McDonald drills Valo to the mat with a Big Boot! He goes for a pin, but Valo rolls onto his stomach, fighting it. McDonald goes to lift him up again, but Valo tackles him to the mat and flips over him, going for a bridge pin-- but McDonald bridges up and out of it before the count of one and twists Valo around into a Hangman’s Neckbreaker! Valo clutches his neck in pain and writhes on the mat in agony. Evan McDonald lifts him up kicks him in the gut. He gets Valo up for the Tiger Driver-- but Valo clubs him across the bridge of the nose and lands back on his feet!

West: Ten seconds!

Valo hits a jab right to the nose and spins McDonald going around. He positions him for Commence Destruction-- and spins-- but McDonald kicks him in the gut and nails the Tiger Driver!

Harris: Scottish Pride!

West: Five seconds! Cover him!

McDonald scrambles for the cover, but Valo rolls out of the ring and falls to the floor, after the impact. McDonald steps out to the apron, but both men look up at the arena’s timeclock as the buzzer sounds and the 8 minutes, 1 second mark passes.

Harris: NO! This is a travesty!

West: But this match isn’t over!

McDonald exits the ring and lifts Valo up. He slides him back into the ring and Valo rolls to the center. McDonald stalks him, taking his sweet time... Upwards of twenty seconds as Valo slowly climbs back up to his feet. Valo groggily turns around and McDonald kicks him in the gut again and sets him up for a second Tiger Driver, cursing him all the while as he does so-- but Valo counters by pushing McDonald into the ropes! McDonald staggers back into a Super Kick! The impact spins him around and Valo grabs him from behind, twisting him and drilling him into the mat with the Commence Destruction!

The crowd boos loudly as Valo lands the move and Valo sighs, shaking his head at McDonald. He turns him onto his back, then lifts him up to his knees-- only to lock in the Rear Naked Choke, known as the Nemesis Nightmare. The two struggle on the mat for a few seconds and McDonald tries desparately to get to the ropes... But has no choice but to tap out.

Referee Joshua Marts calls for the bell.

Paige: Your winner, as a result of a submission, at a time of nine minutes and fifteen seconds... “The Finnish Phenom” TUHOOAAAA VAAALLLOOOO!

The crowd boos as an angered Valo glares at the referee who attempts to raise his hand. Valo exits the ring, cursing aloud, snatching signs from the fans’ hands and throwing them to the ground as he makes his way to the back.

West: Impressive win-- but tough break here for Valo. He needed to win this match in eight minutes or less... And at times, I thought he had it, but it just wasn’t to be. Evan McDonald gave him a hell of a fight.

Harris: Huge showing for McDonald tonight, but I blame this all on that DAMNED REFEREE! Why did we hire him back? He’s done nothing but cost Valo match after match!

West: But Valo won--

Harris: YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!

West: ...Well, anyway, Young Mannie still has the best time for the evening. We still have Christian Kane, Donald Deruty, Warren Peace, and Eric Steel waiting in the wings for a chance to face Logan Alexander for the North American Championship.

We fade away as an angered Valo finally disappears behind the curtains.

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

[Evan De Parker]

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

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

Nicky Paige: Introducing first, weighing in at 220 lbs., from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, "THE CANADIAN SENSATION" CHRISTIAN KANE!!!!!

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

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

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

Shane West: Kane looks ready for this!

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

Nicky Paige: And now, his opponent in this Beat The Clock Challenge, weighing in at 215 lbs., from New York, New York, "D-DAY" DONALD DERUTY!!!!!!!!!!!

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

Deruty vs. Kane

Both wrestlers are in their corners and at the ring of he bell they launch into a dive at each other. They are throwing fists fast and furious.

Shane West: They are going to leave it all on the line!

Dick Harris: Of course they are dummy! They are racing against the clock! The previous time of 8:01 is going to be tough to beat!

Deruty grabs Kane by the hair and spins him around…JUSTICE LOCK!!!!!!!! Christian Kane is screaming out in pain, the ref is in his face asking if he’s ready to give up…he’s moving his body to the left…AND HIS LEFT FOOT HOOKS THE ROPE!

Shane West: It was way too early for that!

Dick Harris: But it sure sent a message.

Deruty lets go and lets Kane get to his feet, Kane is holding his shoulder, but leans in for a collar and elbow tie-up. Deruty twists that arm and wrenches down applying pressure to the shoulder…

Shane West: He doesn’t have time to be methodical!

With a swift motion, he axe kicks Kane in the back of the head and applies the JUSTICE LOCK AGAIN!!!!!!!

Christian is screaming out in pain again…but again he is reaching for the ropes…and grabs it! Deruty lets go, but gets up and stomps that shoulder for good measure…he runs the ropes…and baseball slide dropkicks Kane out of the ring. He hops to his feet, climbs the top rope…FROG SPLASH TO THE FLOOR!!!!!!!

Shane West: It seems that Deruty may have hurt himself by doing that.

Dick Harris: But to beat that clock, you gotta do what you gotta do. I have this match at 4:00 minutes in!

Shane West: They’d better hurry!

Deruty picks Kane up by the hair and looks to the ring, but instead shoves him into the ring post, he slides in the ring and grabs Kane’s arms, he sits down and puts his feet on the ring post…AND PULLS!!!!! Kane is in tremendous pain!

Shane West: He’s looking to do some fast damage to that shoulder!

Deruty releases at 4.5 and reaches through the middle rope and pulls Kane into the ring by his hair. He sends Christian Kane into the ropes…Kane ducks a clothesline..CRUCIFIX!

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Dick Harris: That surprised Deruty!

Shane West: They’d better get back to fighting!

Dick Harris: I have 7:00 gone by!

Shane West: That’s under minute to win it!

They both make their way to their feet and start throwing haymakers. Deruty catches Kane in the eybrow and blood stats pouring. Kane kicks Deruty in the stomach and pulls his hands over the blood and back through his platinum blonde hair, turning it a shade of crimson. Deruty grabs Kane’s arm and pulls him in for a short-arm lariat, Kane ducks…SSK!!!!

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Shane West: He pinned him, but was it in time?

Nicky Paige: Your winner, AND NEW LEADER IN THE BEAT THE CLOCK, WITH TIME OF 7:59…CHRISTIAN KANE!!!!!!

Harris: YES! YES! YEHEHEHEHEESSSSS!

Christian Kane celebrates wildly in the ring while the camera cuts to a shot of M&M watching, both amused, from their locker room, muttering to each other as Kane celebrates his win.

West: Impressive win by Kane here! Can anybody beat his time tonight?!

Harris: KAANE! KAAAANE! KAAAAAHAHAHAAAAAAANE!

West: I bet Alexander Duvall is happy about thi--

Harris: YEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!

Our scene cuts to commercial as Christian Kane continues celebrating in the ring.

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

[Evan De Parker]

Tap, tap, tap.

The crowd reacts in a pleased manner when we see “The Smooth One” Mr. William D. Williams Jr. standing in the doorway as Aubrey J. Parker pulls her locker room door open, with the cameras rushing to the backstage area.

AJP: William...

She smiles fondly as she sees "The Smooth One" but cautiously leans out of the doorway and looks around.

AJP: What are you doing here?

WDW: I just came to say hello!

He smiles and Parker blushes a little as she stands in the doorway, pushing a few strands of hair behind her ear.

WDW: I haven’t really seen you much since we came over from Meltdown and I am not competing to tonight so... I figured I stick my head in on you and see how you are? I mean-- ha, Jess, you look fabulous!

The blush only intensifies.

AJP: Awh. Thank you, William, but-

Logan Alexander appears from the rear of the dressing room

LA: Whooaaaa. Hey, company.

Williams laughs a bit and tips his proverbial "hat" to Logan, giving him a wink.

WDW: Hold on, champ! I',m just here to say hello to the lady and wish you both good luck... That’s it.

The Smooth One picks up the newly designed North American Championship, which earns an arched eyebrow from Logan Alexander.

WDW: You guys have all the gold…Very Nice!!

Logan Alexander strides forward, calmly at first... and then snatches the belt from The Smooth One!

LA: Nah... Not all of the gold. You probably wouldn't be here if that were the case, eh?

Parker looks between the two, partially amused and partially concerned by the confrontation.

AJP: Hey. We're all friends here... right?

Logan doesn't answer, but gives Parker a half-smile and leers over her shoulder at Williams. It's hard to tell what's on the North American Champion's mind, but he doesn't show much emotion one way or the other toward Williams, who raises his hands defensively.

WDW: Look LA I am not here to cause any trouble. I am a member of the Dying Breed..yes, but I am here in a friendly capacity. A.B. and J-Hop can handle themselves in the ring, so you won’t have any problems out of me. I am looking forward to an exciting match and may the best team win. The Dying Breed is not your enemy.

Logan doesn't respond, but raises his head a bit to meet the warm smile of Williams.

WDW: Hey Jess..I'm gonna go.

He turns to Logan.

WDW: I didn’t mean to upset you guys--

LA: No hurt feelings here.

Williams and Logan lock eyes for a while before Williams rolls his eyes back toward Parker.

WDW: Right... by the way... congrats on winning the Suicidal Title. Haha, I really like the way you’ve bedazzled it. I especially like the little chocolate teddy bear. Nobody wears a title belt the way you do , cutie.

The Smooth One gives AJP a little kiss on the cheek as he leaves.

WDW: Good Luck tonight guys.

The Smooth One leaves the M&M dressing room closing the door tightly behind him. Parker holds a hand to her cheek, blushing slightly.

AJP: Sweet, isn't he?

LA: ...huh. He's smooth. I'll give him that.

AJP: Logan, he is sweet and I believe he's genuine. He’s done... absolutely nothing here to warrant any reservations and the Breed aren’t our enemies.

Logan raises an eyebrow.

LA: YOU'RE telling ME that?

He opens his mouth as if to retort but holds up a hand and shakes his head, chuckling a little.

LA: Fine. I guess this means we're on the same page toni--

He pauses as there's another knock on the door. Logan sighs then moves toward to open it and the crowd screams in delight when they see Anthony Bailey. Bailey smiles at Logan and then turns and gives Aubrey a nod.

Anthony: I know it's probably "private time" and everything for our teams, respectively, but it wouldn't be right if I didn't come here and wish you guys good luck. So... good luck tonight, Logan. Aubrey.

He folds his hands and looks at both of them.

Anthony: Hopefully tonight is something for everybody to remember. I know you guys are the real deal... unfortunately... so are we.

Bailey smiles at them both and Logan returns one pleasantly, but Aubrey scowls at Anthony Bailey.

AJP: We'll see who it really is after the bell rings tonight, won't we?

Bailey laughs a little and nods.

Anthony: Bring that attitude with you.

He winks at her and then holds his hand out to shake Logan's hand, which Logan accepts. Bailey backs out of the doorway and points to both of them.

Anthony: See you tonight. Let's kill em.

The crowd roars at the comment and Logan nods, returning Bailey's smile. Bailey turns, adjusting the previously unacknowledged Tag Team Title on his shoulder and turns, walking back toward his locker room. We fade to black on Logan's pleasant grin and Aubrey's contemptuous scowl.


Paige: The following contest is our FINAL match in the APW North American Championship Beat the Clock Tournament!

The crowd cheers at Nicky Paige's announcement, then "Where Eagles Dare" plays and Warren walks out to the ramp with little showmanship. There are no special lights, pyro or fog.

Paige: Introducing first, hailing from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at two hundred pounds... WARRRENNN PEEEEEEEEACE!

The punk music blares and Warren is all business. He stares at the ring as he walks, no doubt going over his plan of attack. Peace takes his time as he walks up the stairs and enters the ring, ignoring the crowds reactions, good or bad and focuses on the task at hand.

West: Tonight, either Warren Peace or Eric Steel has to beat Christian Kane's time of seven minutes and fifty-nine seconds.

Harris: They've got their work cut out for 'em.

Paige: And his opponent...

"Hi Haters" plays throughout the pa system as the crowd boos the song, though some Canadian APW faithful cheer, realziing who's coming. Eric Steel comes from the curtains, walking with a little swagger to his step.

Paige: Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...

This earns a small pop from the Edmonton, Alberta audience.

Paige: ...Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-two pounds... ERIC STEEEEEEEEEEEEL!

West: Steel, like Peace, is no stranger to APW. Both of them would love to acquire some North American Championship gold for the first time at Survive and Conquer! All they have to do tonight is Beat the Clock.

Steel smirks as he continue to stroll along with a chip on his shoulder. He walks up the stairs, raising his right arm in the air. He paces back and forth, eyeing Warren Peace.

Harris: And I've been told we have a very special guest in the Sky Box!

The crowd boos as the Action Tron displays Evan Envi who is sitting in the Sky Box next to Hannah Storm, watching the match.

West: After this match, Hannah Storm is set to interview Evan Envi, our first North American Champion. But that's neither here nor there. Right now, these two men that were tag team partners just two weeks ago, are our last entrants to go head-to-head in what's sure to be an AWESOME Beat the Clock match!

Beat the Clock Match
Warren Peace vs Eric Steel

The bell rings and the two rush each other with Steel quickly getting the upperhand with a Discus Clothesline! Peace is turned inside out from the move and Peace rolls him up for a pin.

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West: Wow!

Harris: And you have to think, Steel would’ve DEFINITELY beat the clock if he pulled that off.

Peace and Steel battle to their feet where Steel gains the upper hand and whips Peace to the turnbuckles, but Peace runs up the turnbuckles, teetering on the top before leaping off and hitting a Twisting Cross Body! He goes for a pin but Steel quickly shoves him off. He gets up and charges Peace but is hit with a Back Body Drop. He goes for it again, but Peace hits a second Back Body Drop! Steel rolls out to the apron, coughing in pain. He gets to his feet and Warren Peace charges the ropes, hitting a Dropkick to the spine! Steel flips from the apron and hits the barricade back-first, nearly spilling into the front row, earning a huge reaction! Steel is pushing himself up to his knees, still on top of the barricade! Warren Peace climbs to the top turnbuckle and once Steel is to his feet, still standing on top of the barricade, Peace jumps off and hits two knees to the chest! Both men fall into the second row!

Harris: WHOA! We have rules here! Fans could get hurt!

West: This is what the North American Title means to these two men! They don’t care! Look!

Peace is on top of Steel, hitting him with hard rights and lefts on the concrete. The referee abandons his ten count and has to hop into the crowd, trying to break it up. He finally gets Peace off of Eric Steel-- but Steel uses a chair as a catapult to leap into the air and take Peace over the barricade and back to ringside with a Lariat! The two men brawl, throwing rights and lefts, rolling around at ringside for a moment before, Eric Steel, finally able to get back to his feet, throws Peace face-first into the ring apron! He grabs Peace by his hair and tries to slam him jaw-first into the apron several more times, but Peace counters with an elbow to the gut and hits a Back Suplex, driving the back of Steel’s head and neck into the barricade!

West: And the ref is just letting this happen! We’ve already got three and a half minutes on the clock and these two have turned this match into an all-out brawl! What’s this about?

Harris: Like you said, it’s ALL ABOUT that North American Title.

The referee finally gets into the ring and begins to count both men out, seeing no alternative to restoring order.

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Peace has spent a better part of the ten-count stomping away at Steel on the barricade. He shoots a look into the ring and swings Steel rib-first into the apron before rolling him into the ring at the referee’s 7 count. He hooks his near leg for the cover, but Steel kicks out at one. He sits up, but falls victim to a Sleeper Hold. Peace keeps it locked in relatively well, but Steel is able to slowly inch himself toward the ropes again-- and he throws a hand on the middle rope once he starts fading.

Harris: Luck. Peace didn’t have that locked in the way he wanted, and Steel was close enough to the ropes to eliminate any threat.

The referee warns Warren Peace to get off, and Peace breaks the hold at the referee’s one-count. He lifts the slightly larger Eric Steel up and positions him onto his shoulders. He walks to the ropes and tosses Peace off, with Peace hitting the top turnbuckle jaw-first! Peace then shoots the ropes and comes back at Steel for a Dropkick, but Steel twists out of the way! Peace is hung up in the ropes and lands roughly on his back. He struggles to get up and Steel waits behind him before nailing two forearm smashes to the base of the neck! Peace falls into the ropes. Steel positions him for a Front Facelock and hops up to the second rope, nailing a Tornado DDT! Peace is driven roughly into the canvas. He rolls to the center of the ring, groggily. Steel measures him and then hits a Bulldog! Finally, Steel points to the top rope and goes to the apron, climbing to the top turnbuckle, perching as he awaits Warren Peace.

Harris: We’re over six minutes in and I don’t know if this is where Eric Steel wants to be.

West: Looks like exactly where he wants to be if you ask me! Peace is on the rise and...

Harris: MISSILE DROPKICK by Steel! And he got him right on the button!

West: Beautiful! Peace is down! The cover! Eric Steel’s going to Survive and Conquer!

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The crowd lets out a sigh, some in relief, some in disappointment as Peace just barely kicks out. Eric Steel stares at the referee in shock, but looks at the clock as we near seven minutes.

West: These men have a minute to beat Christian Kane’s time of seven minutes and fifty-nine seconds!

The camera briefly shows Evan Envi and Hannah Storm, who are watching from the Sky Box, but we switch back to the ring where Eric Steel gets Warren Peace up and signals for the end. He positions Peace for his signature Modified Jumping Cutter, but Peace shoves him away! Steel hits the turnbuckles sternum-first and backs into a double-knee backbreaker from Peace! Peace rolls out from under Steel and then backs up to the ropes, climbing first to the second turnbuckle, then to the top. Steel climbs to his feet and Peace hops off, hitting a knee strike to his jaw! Steel falls to the ground, seemingly limp.

West: Vicious knee by Warren Peace!

Harris: Twenty seconds left-- and I think Peace is thinking about putting him away here!

Warren Peace drags Eric Steel to the turnbuckles by his hair and climbs up to the second. With twelve seconds left, he tries to pull Steel up for a second-rope Piledriver, going for the Peacemaker...

...but Eric Steel counters with a Back Body Drop off the top rope at the seven second mark! Peace groans in pain, but within three seconds is able to climb to his feet. Eric hops up to the top rope and twists off, flipping over Peace and rolling him up for a tight Sunset Flip!

West: FOUR SECONDS LEFT! THE COVER!

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The buzzer rings as Warren Peace kicks out just in time!

Harris: Christian Kane is going to Survive and Conquer to fight for the North American Championship!

Warren Peace and Eric Steel both look at the clock, discouraged as we pass the 8 minute, 5 second mark. Eric climbs to his feet, scowling, cursing under his breath. He shoots a dirty look at the fans that try to applaud him anyway-- and Warren Peace rolls him up from behind with a School Boy!

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West: Steel almost forgot that this match is still going!

Harris: Stay focused, gents. A win here is STILL huge!

Steel rolls out of it and quickly takes Peace down with a Clothesline, followed by a Running DDT! He signals for the end to the audience and goes to the top turnbuckle. He dives off and goes for a Moonsault-- but Warren Peace rolls out of the way! Steel clutches his ribs in pain and climbs to his feet, walking into another kick to the ribs from Peace, followed by a Neckbreaker! Steel is slow getting to his feet and turns around, getting tripped by by Warren Peace who locks him in a Figure Four Leg Lock!

Harris: That classic Figure Four by Warren Peace! Invented by the greats-- perfected by few! It almost beat Amy Zing last week!

Eric Steel cries out in agony, trying to pull Peace off of him. For seconds he writhes in agony in the move, and considers tapping on numerous occasions, but shakes his head and claws, scratches, and elbows toward the ropes. He reaches... But falls short. Reaches again... And falls short. Eric Steel lets out one final wail of agony and determination, but pulls himself and Peace nearly half a foot to the ropes and throws both hands over the bottom rope, turning himself over in the process, reversing the pressure! Warren Peace yells out in pain, screaming for the referee to get Steel off! Eric Steel holds onto the bottom rope for dear life and the referee, after several seconds, finally manages to pull the two apart. Peace climbs to his knees, favoring his legs. He limps up to his feet and moves to the ropes, using them as support.

West: Eric Steel broke out of it! He reversed it and got to the ropes!

Harris: He was using the ropes for leverage, the cheat!

Eric Steel turns toward Warren Peace and grabs him from behind, going for his patented Swinging Neckbreaker-- but Peace shoves Steel off of him and into the ropes. Steel bounces back and Warren Peace rolls him up in a bridged pin for a cover!

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Paige: Here is your winner at ten minutes and twenty-eight seconds... WARRRRENNN PEEEEAAAAAAAAAAACE!

West: Big win for Peace tonight, but not quite in time!

Harris: YAY CHRISTIAN KANE! KANE! KANE!

West: ...And after the break, we hear from Evan Envi with Hannah Storm! Stay tuned!

Harris: CHRISTIAN KANE VS LOGAN ALEXANDER AT SURVIVE AND CONQUER! WOOOOO!

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

[Evan De Parker]

We return from the break with Evan Envi standing next to Hannah Storm in the Sky Box, ignoring the boos from the Canadian crowd.

Hannah: Evan Envi, after all the Beat the Clock Matches tonight-- as our first North American Champion, we want to know... What do you think about the results? Are you surprised that Christian Kane overcame the odds and got the best time in our Beat the Clock contest tonight?

Evan: ...No. Hell no. Why would I be surprised by that?! Like-- c'mon, Hannah. Christian Kane is the FUTURE of Action Packed Wrestling. It's people like Christian that keep this sport alive and it's a shame that these people can't see that. Ingrates. SHEEP!

The crowd boos Evan wholeheartedly and he simply shrugs.

Evan: Sienna was right last week, you know. Logan Alexander is clinging to that title like a lifeline because he knows that there is NOTHING he can do to save himself once he crosses that threshold and debuts on Asylum. When Logan has to hang with the real big boys, he's gonna fall... Just like he always does to me.

The crowd boos again as Evan berates their Canadian hero. Evan laughs at the audience and brings the microphone closer to his lips.

Evan: And why should these people boo Christian Kane but cheer a man like Logan Alexander? While Logan enjoys his "big fish, small pond" status, Christian Kane is working harder than any man on the roster to become the STAR of the show-- the STAR of APW, and that's the kind of person we should be cheering. Not people like Logan Alexander who exist to do nothing but hog the spotlight.

Not people like my Survive and Conquer opponent, John Dionysus who exists to take opportunities away from the young and up-and-coming talent like Christian Kane. Like Robina Hood. Like Anthony Washington. Like EVAN... ENVI.

The crowd boos and Evan rolls his eyes at them, giving them a dismissive wave.

Evan: So go ahead. Boo. BOO when Christian Kane rips the North American Championship right off Logan's waist in six days at Christmas Chaos and proves why he's the star of this show-- and every show.

I mean, except for Overdrive of course. That's all me.

Evan winks, laughing at the crowd's disapproval.

Evan: And boo. LET ME HEAR WHAT YOU REALLY THINK when I do what should've been done a long time ago...And I bury John Dionysus in a way that he never thought was possible.

Ladies and gentlemen, you and John will THANK ME after I'm done with him at Survive and Conquer. You will BEG me to stop. You will BEG ME to pin your hero, or to submit your hero so there's something left for you people to hold onto when he finally drags his broken, dismantled, sorry carcass out of England on January 27th.

Because if he doesn't give up... And if he doesn't lie down... There won't be anything left for you sheep to worship. Your last memory of John Dionysus will be a bloodied, bruised pile of meat and bones lying in the center of that ring and his blood will be on ALL of your hands because you encouraged this. You asked for this. You SUPPORTED this.

You killed John Dionys--

Evan falls silent as the Action Tron flickers into life and we see the image of Overdrive’s John Dionysus on screen. In the bottom left corner is the caption ‘via satellite’.

Dionysus: First of all, I apologise for this interruption in the Meltdown show, but I have a few words to say and I know the person I want to hear these words is sitting in that arena in Alberta. Evan Envi...

The mention of Envi’s name evokes boos from the crowd, Dionysus pauses in his recording as if anticipating that reaction. Evan Envi glares at the screen from the Sky Box, turning to Hannah Storm to ask "who put this on?!" but she just shrugs, just as confused as he is. About 15 seconds pass before Dionysus continues.

Dionysus: Evan Envi tried to rip away from me something that I’ve always valued over any championship or honour – my dignity.

As he strung me along for the past few weeks I know his intention was to embarrass and humiliate me, to make me look like some punk fresh out of the training gym. I can take a beating in this business, heck I know that’s our bread and butter, and I’ve always prided myself on my ability to endure, no matter how great or how often my falls.

Dionysus pauses momentarily.

Dionysus: However, one thing I have never and will never tolerate is any man or woman in the back trying to take liberties with me, whether it be Terry Marvin, Level-One, President Jeff, Mr. Dangerous or even Evan Envi himself.

If you had simply walked up to me and smashed me over the head with a sledgehammer, I wouldn’t have liked it, but I could have taken it; I could have accepted it. But what you did on Thursday even crossed the line.

The crowd boos again in remembrance of what Evan did only four days ago and again, Dionysus pauses, anticipating such a reaction. Evan glares at his face on the Tron, from the Sky Box.

Dionysus: ...I want you to know Evan, and I want you to think of this in every waking moment...I am coming for you Evan, I am coming to make you accountable for everything you have done.

If it takes me to my dying breath, before it is all said and done at Survive & Conquer I am going to knock The MegaMegaStar down a notch; I am going to show you that there are depths of Hell to be experienced inside that ring that your imagination could not even dream up.

Dionysus takes another brief pause while the Edmonton, Alberta crowd roars in approval.

Dionysus: Yes, Evan I want you to look over your shoulder wherever you go, and know I will be watching your every move, waiting for that precise, that just moment to strike.

Evan literally glances over his shoulder for a moment-- so quickly, that it causes Hannah Storm to jump.

Dionysus: Enjoy the next week Evan, because these next six days may be the last you’ll get to enjoy with your full capacities. Maybe my career will come to an end next Evan, but I promise you when I’m through with you, yours will never be the same again.

Dionysus stares with intent into the lens as the scene fades.

"DI-ON-Y-SUS!"

"DI-ON-Y-SUS!"

"DI-ON-Y-SUS!"

West: In six days, Evan Envi has to answer to that man, John Dionysus! And the clock is counting... But for which man?!

We fade away on Envi's scowl from behind the confines of the Sky Box.

*COMMERCIAL BREAK*

[Evan De Parker]

Paige: The following contest is for one fall and is the MAIN EVENT for the APW World Tag Team Championships.

The lights fade in the arena. The opening chords of "Dare" begin to play. A pair of fireballs fly down to the stage, one on either side. Once they get there and go off, two lines of pyrotechnics go off from either end of the stage, criss-crossing in the middle and highlighting two figures standing with their arms outstretched to either side. Lights focus down on the pair as the pyrotechnics subside, revealing Logan Alexander and Aubrey Jessica Parker in their usual wrestling attire, standing back to back, Aubrey facing the ring and Logan facing the entryway.

Paige: Introducing first the challengers weighing in at a combined weight of 352 pounds…. Aubrey J Parker and North American Champion Logan Alexander….. M&M!!!

Parker lowers her arms and starts walking down the ramp. Logan lowers his arms, turns and follows suit. They both reach out, slapping the outstretched hands of fans as they make their way down to ringside, the spotlights following them down. At ringside Parker hops up onto the apron, sliding across with one hand gliding across the middle rope and one pressed to her lips before blowing a long and sensual kiss to the audience, earning a series of cheers from many men and women alike, as Logan climbs the ring steps and moves out to join her. Logan moves between the ropes, holding them open for Parker to enter the ring, before following her in. Parker makes her way to the turnbuckles, hopping onto them to continue playing to the lively audience. Logan makes his way around to the various sides of the ring, calling out to the crowd. They both make their way over to their corner, Logan removing his glasses and jacket as Parker finishes her preparation for the match. Logan nods to her as he climbs out onto the apron and hands off his jacket to a ringside technician, while Parker prepares to start off the match.

West: They were so close to winning the Tag Titles at Christmas Chaos and now they have their chance to accomplish just that. AJP and Logan Alexander have garnered a lot of success so far in the singles rankings and now it’s their chance to tie it all together.

Harris: Not if Alexander Duvall and Sienna Harrison have anything to say about it. It’s an understatement to say that the GMs have been trying everything possible to uproot their disfunctional little family.

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: Introducing their opponents at a combined weight of 430 pounds the APW Tag Team Champions Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins…. The Dying Breed!!!

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

West: They’ve been riding a wave of Tag Team success after capturing the gold in the tournament finals at Christmas Chaos, with the exception of being duped by Evan Envi at Overdrive.

Harris: I don’t get these guys, I really don’t. But you can’t argue with their incredible talent. I personally can’t stand either of these two teams but this is going to be one hell of a match.

APW World Tag Team Championship Match
The Dying Breed vs. M & M

All four members stare across the ring at each other as they glare. Logan Alexander and Anthony Bailey get face to face as AJP and Jair stare at each other from across the ring. Bailey flashes a smirk at Logan Alexander which prompt Logan to shove Anthony back hard. Jair Hopkins now gets in Logan’s face and shoves him back. AJP explodes from the corner and catches J-Hop with a calf kick shining wizard and takes him down. Anthony Bailey charges and hits Logan with a Diving Reverse Elbow. AJP runs and hops up on Bailey’s shoulders for a Huricanrana But Bailey just flips her off his shoulders. AJP lands and is spun around by Hopkins who hits her with a Japanese Armdrag. She rolls up to her feet and tackles Jair down with a couple punches. He counters with a few punches of his own. Logan ducks under a Bailey clothesline and hits him with a arm drag followed by a double leg take down with punches to the head of Bailey.

West: Wow, that exploded fast and this has turned into an all out brawl. The referee has got to get control of this match.

Harris: WHY? This is quality entertainment right here.

The Ref has to break up both teams which is no easy chore as they’re chomping at the bit to get to each other. Finally they calm down just a bit to separate and they both discuss the match in their respective corners before finally Jair and Logan come out and meet face to face as the other two wait on the outside. The crowd cheers loudly as they lock up in the middle of the ring. Logan grabs Jair by the arm and locks him in an arm wrench. He throws a couple shoulder thrusts into the side and shoulder of Jair Hopkins. Jair finally manages to spin out of it and shoves Logan into the ropes before hitting a Japanese Armdrag on Logan. HE tries to lock in an armbar but Logan fights to his feet and gets him in a hammer lock. Logan pulls up hard on Jair’s arm. Jair tries for an elbow to Logan’s head, but Logan ducks underneath. Jair manages to jolt his arm up and spins to behind Logan and drops him with a Front Face Slam.

West: Counter after counter there by Logan and Jair and I’m loving the back and forth going on right now.

Harris: Yes, it’s like watching a very dysfunctional ping pong match.

Jair rushes at a Logan with a spinning Lyriat, but Logan dodges out of the way and then catches Jair with a Loungblower taking him down hard. Logan grabs Jair as he rises and hits with a swinging neck breaker. He crawls over and makes a quick cover.

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Logan pulls Jair up but Jair slaps his hands up and springboards off the middle rope and takes Logan down with a springboard DDT. Jair rests in the corner as he gives Logan time to get back up on his feet. He kicks Logan in the gut and hits a vertical suplex. He floats over and goes for a cover.

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He pulls Logan up again and hooks him for a German Suplex… But Logan blocks it and shoves Jair off. Jair and Logan glare at each other now ready to strike as the fans cheer loudly. Bailey and AJP on the outside stomp the mat and shake the ropes just dying for a chance to get in the ring. Logan smiles and goes over to tag in AJP as Hopkins tags in Bailey!

West: Here we go folks, Bailey vs. Parker and this should be EXTREMELY interesting!

Harris: It would only be interesting if it was late night on skinamax Shane.

Bailey hops in the ring followed by AJP who springboards into the ring. They go to lock up in the middle of the ring but AJP slides behind Bailey and hits him with a dropkick to the back of the head sending him stumbling forward. When he turns around, she is there with a Leg Lariat that takes him down to the ground. She’s quick to hit a lionsault and hooks the leg for the cover.

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She pulls him up to his feet and twists his arm. She follows it up with a couple kicks to the torso She hops up for an Axe Kick Shining Wizard but Bailey ducks it and grabs her with a full nelson Slam. She grabs for her Back as Bailey tries to catch his breath and goes back to work. He hits a spinning punch followed by a couple quick stomps to the chest of AJP. He pulls her up, whips her into the ropes and hits with a flying clothesline. He pulls her back up and hits a hard Diving DDT! He covers.

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West: Bailey is wasting no time going to work on AJP and these two had a little confrontation over the past few weeks, before and after Christmas Chaos.

Harris: Seems like all that history is coming to a boil here. These are two of the most storied rookies of 2012, one rising to the ranks of world champion, the other a North American Champion who took Sally Talfourd to the limit.

Bailey pulls Parker up to her feet and connects with a snap suplex. HE then locks her in a Stepover Toehold Face Lock wrenching back hard on the head and neck of AJP. She struggles locked in the middle of the ring as the fans begin cheering loudly…but only half of them. The other half boo loudly as the clearly mixed reaction overtakes the arena. Finally after a large struggle, she manages to get to the bottom ropes with her fingertips. Bailey gets back to his feet as AJP slowly pulls herself up using the ropes. Bailey charges and AJP yanks down on the top rope sending him to the outside.

AJP Stares at Bailey for a second before rushing to the ropes running back and hitting a vaulting plancha over the top onto Bailey on the outside to a huge pop from the fans. Logan and Jair make their way over to their fallen partners to check on them and meet in the middle as the Ref counts on the outside. Jair hops onto the apron and runs leaping off with a lyriat to Logan Alexander and now all four men are down to the Ref’s count

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West: Some big risks taken by AJP and J Hop there to the fans delight. It goes to show that this title means the world to these two tag teams. .

AJP slides in and is followed by Bailey as JAir and Logan stumble back to their corners. AJP runs and hits a baseball slide into a rising Bailey. She then tags in Logan who rushes in and elbows Jair Hopkins off the apron then stands on the left side of Bailey as AJP positions to the right. When Anthony stands up, he receives a double Super kick sandwiching his head! Bailey Falls and Logan makes the cover.

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Logan picks Bailey up and hits a Fireman’s carry Takeover and turns it into a rear chin lock. Bailey finally gets out of it and throws elbows into Logan’s gut. He hits the ropes, but Logan catches him with a Pendulum Backbreaker. He pulls Bailey back up and lifts him on his shoulders. HE leaps and drops Bailey near on his head with the Chaotic Finale. He makes a cover.

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West: Some Bailey is in trouble and needs to make a tag right now.

Harris: You’re right Shane, and M&M is taking full advantage of everything.

Logan picks Bailey up and sets him up for the Chaotic Shockwave. But Bailey turns it into a Northern Lights Suplex. They both get to their feet and Logan whips off with a Savate Kick. J-Hop begs for a tag in the corner, but Bailey is met by Logan’s right hand as they both get to their feet. Logan lunges for a clothesline, but Bailey ducks it and hits a springboard Back kick. He runs to the ropes bounces off and hits the Broken Promise before going for a cover.

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Bailey crawls over to Jair, but Logan tags in AJP Who catches him by his foot. Bailey turns it into an Ensiguri. HE lifts her to her feet and hits a Face First Powerbomb. The crowd pops a bit now as Jair cheers. Bailey lifts up AJP and scoops her before sitting out with a piledriver…the Guaranteed Success. He covers.

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West: What a turn around by Bailey there and now he’s got the upper hand.

Harris: But he’s still taken a hell of a beating and needs help!

Bailey goes over and tags in Jair Hopkins. J-Hop comes running in and hits a quick Implant DDT on AJP. HE sets her up and goes for the Knee Smash part of OMFG… But AJP counters out of it and shoves him into the corner. She hits a running dropkick to the back and takes J-Hop down. She tags in Logan Alexander. Logan grabs Jair for a FlapJack as AJP runs and hits the Makeunder!

West: What FULL FACIAL by M&M and this one could be over.

AJP slides to the outside and pulls Bailey off the apron as Logan Alexander makes the cover.

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Bailey arrives a second too late as Logan rolls off and holds his arm up in victory.

Paige: Winners of this match and NEEEWWWWW APW Tag Team Champions…. LOGAN ALEXANDER AND AUBREY J PARKER!

West: THEY DID IT!

Harris: Duvall and Sienna will NOT be happy about this.

M&M celebrate with their tag team championships, embracing in a hug in the middle of the ring. The Edmonton, Alberta crowd roars as Aubrey and Logan pose on the turnbuckles, each of them holding both of their championships high above their heads to a deafening, thunderous response from the crowd.

Seconds after the announcement of the match, we pan backstage to the office of Alexander Duvall and Sienna Harrison once more. Much like last week, Robina Hood, and the new number one contender to the North American Championship, Christian Kane, are visible in the background. Sienna and Alexander watch the monitor in the room intently. Sienna looks depressed-- Duvall looks ready to vomit.

Hannah Storm skirts into frame, smiling at the two as she clutches a microphone.

Hannah: Mr. Duvall. Ms. Harrison.

The two groan but Hannah carries on, professionally.

Hannah: M&M now, not only have possession of the Suicidal Championship and Meltdown's own North American Championship... But now the Tag Team Titles as well. How do you f--?

Sienna snatches the microphone from Hannah's hand and glares at her. She raises the microphone to her lips...

...But says nothing. She shoves the microphone back into Hannah's chest and sighs, turning away from the cameras. She makes her way back to the couch and sits down, burying her face in her hands. Robina Hood immediately tries to comfort Sienna.

The camera pans back to Alexander Duvall who simply shakes his head at Hannah.

Duvall: At Survive and Conquer, this problem will be taken care of. This... This nonsense stops here. It stops in six days. Sienna and I are taking Monday Night Meltdown back. I promise.

I promise.

Christian Kane steps into frame and smirks at Hannah, giving her a wink as our crowd boos and we cut from the air.

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