Meltdown - Los Angeles, California - 02/04/2013

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Dark Match
Mr. Dangerous vs. Jake Youngblood

Prior to the show Jake Youngblood walked out to hardly any fanfare, hardly any crowd response, seemingly on his last legs as an APW Megastar. Mr. Dangerous, on the other hand, was an appropriate warm-up act and milked the crowd’s reaction for all he could, even if much of the noise was due to his tripping over a camera wire and smashing his face on the ring steps, breaking his nose for the umpteenth time.

However, despite this additional handicap to his opponent, Jake Youngblood still made a bit of a meal of the match. His attempts to control Mr. Dangerous were languid and ropey, with the #FlakeKilla seemingly able to counter many of Youngblood’s attacks with ease.

The significant moment in the match came just short of the two minute mark when Mr. Dangerous countered with a back elbow as Youngblood attempted a wrist lock. As Mr. Dangerous turned away, wincing and clutching the point of his elbow some unusual music struck, awaking the crowd. Out from the back stepped the man known as The Guv’nor, rumoured to be at the show for talks with Alexander Duvall.

With gusto The Guv’nor paced down to the aisle and slid into the ring, making a b-line for Youngblood. Mr. Dangerous, with his keen nose for danger, made a hasty getaway, leaving his opponent alone. The Guv’nor made a show of examining Youngblood, which seemed to unsettle the ailing rookie. The Guv’nor extended his hand to Youngblood, a peculiar gesture it seemed to many. As Youngblood went for the handshake, Thee Guv’nor left hand flew out of nowhere and landed a left jab to the nose of Youngblood, this followed up by a headbutt that put Youngblood down.

The ref took immediate action to have the match thrown out, but The Guv’nor seemed unruffled by his presence, landing a hard kick to the ribs of Youngblood. Out of the ring The Guv’nor slid, dragging Youngblood with him before slamming the latter’s face on the ring apron no fewer than half a dozen times. Youngblood, groggy as a drunkard on Sunday, was easily dragged to the timekeeper’s table, where The Guv’nor placed his head. Raising the ring bell high, The Guv’nor brought the ring bell down onto the head of Youngblood with sickening violence. That single blow enough to reduce Youngblood to floppy, switching shell of a wrestler. As the medical team rushed to the ring The Guv’nor slowly made his way to back without a single glance back at the carnage he’d just unleashed; the crowd watched on in stunned silence.

The cameras cut backstage and the crowd cheers as the Tag Team Champions, M&M, the team of Logan Alexander and Aubrey J. Parker appears on the camera. Aubey's Suicidal Title and Tag Team Title are visible on the table, and briefly focused on, next to Logan's North American Title and Tag Team Title before the camera finally settles on our two subjects.

Their door is pushed open slightly and a stage hand leans inside.

Crew Member: Mr. Alexander? Ms. Parker? Sienna Harrison has requested to see you in the General Manager's office before tonight's main event. Just a heads up.

AJP: Ah, lovely. Thanks...

The stage hand nods and closes the door. Aubrey sighs and turns to Logan, sitting down on the sofa next to him.

AJP: Any idea what that might be about?

After a few moments of thinking, Logan shakes his head.

LA: "Not really... We usually don't get summoned to the office. Usually we get beaten up and then mom and dad tells us what they have to after. Just think Of Sienna getting into the ring after my match at Survive and Conquer."

AJP: Yeah... what did she say to you, exactly? I would've gotten a closer look but... there was the whole unwarranted security kidnapping and whatnot.

The crowd chuckles slightly at the remark.

LA: "It was a reminder about how Hell has a lot of levels."

He looks over at Aubrey.

LA: "I'll admit I'm feeling the effects of the heavy amount of activity I've been doing."

Aubrey looks at Logan for a few moments in silence and smiles slightly.

AJP: I know. And...it'll be alright. You're the longest reigning North American Champion ever as of today. EVER. Do you know how big that is?

Logan smirks.

LA: "It's a personal point of pride. It's not too often that I've been able to set the bar, but I'd like to push it a bit higher before I leave if I can."

AJP: Then push it higher. Stop acting like you've already lost something. And... whatever they want to talk to us about in there, don't let it get to you.

She gives him a playful punch in the arm.

AJP: Usually I don't feel the need to tell you that.

LA: "Don't worry it's nothing about them I've been thinking about. Just considering the future and what I may have to do. And the future always seems daunting."

At the mention of "the future" Aubrey's eyes drift toward the Tag Team Championships, and then to her own championship and finally to Logan's, where our camera remains for a moment.

AJP: Ah, the curse of success.

LA: "But it's worth it."

The camera fades to black on the championships.

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: Standing 6'2" and weighing in at 215 lbs., DONALD "D-DAY" 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.

Shane West: The fans love this guy!

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.

Nicky Paige: And his opponent, 6'6" and weighing in at 235 lbs., ANTHONY "THE FUTURE" WASHINGTON!!!!!

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.

Dick Harris: Washington really turned some heads a few weeks back with a big win over Robina Hood. Let's see how he does against D-Day Deruty.

Anthony Washington vs. Donald Deruty

The bell rings and they circle each other. They go in for a tie up, Washington, the larger competitor, backs Deruty into the corner, the ref wants a clean break, and Washington acts like that's what he's going to do until he rears back and delieves a knife edge chop to the chest of Deruty. Deruty shakes it off and they circle each other again. They come in for a tie-up, Deruty escapes and sweeps Washington's leg. Washington falls down to one knee, Deruty runs off the ropes, steps on Washington's knee...SHINING WIZARD!

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Shane Wast: It's going to take more than that to take out Washington!


Deruty picks up Washington and dumps him out to the floor. Washington is trying to make his way to his feet using the guardrail, Deruty leaps up to the top rope and tries to nail Washington with a cross body, but Washington moves and it sends Deruty hard into the guardrail. Washington shakes his head to clear the cob webs and he picks Deruty up and rolls him in the ring. Deruty is already back to his feet, but is holding his ribs. Washington rolls into the ring and immediately charges at Deruty without fear. They begin trading punches. It's turned into a pier six brawl with each competitor pelting his opponent's face. One of Washington's catches the eyebrow of Deruty, blood starts trickling out, but Deruty doesn't stop swinging. He nails Washington in the nose and blood beings to trickle out.

Dick Harris: A brawler's paradise, I didn't think this would be the direction this match would take.

Washington lands a stiff shot to the midsection that finally takes the breath out of Deruty. Washington grabs him and nails him with a strong powerbomb. He rolls Deruty to his stomach and steps back...Deruty stirs up to his knees...Washington runs for 15 SECONDS OF FAME! Deruty's head is almost taken from it's shoulders.

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Nicky Paige: Your winner, ANTHONY "THE FUTURE" WASHINGTON!!!!!!

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The lights flicker and suddenly all goes black..

Harris: What gives? Did someone forget to pay the light bill?

West: I dunno but something's amiss..

Suddenly..

"Die Die Die, My Darling" By Aiden plays out on the ActionTron, as Cid Phoenix appears from out behind the curtains, dressed in blue jeans beige construction boots and a wife beater. Hands on his hips, he nods to a positive reaction from the crowd as he then begins to walk down the rampway, en route to the ring..

West: Well, this is a surprise! Cid Phoenix making an early appearance before his 6 man tag match tonight! I wonder what HE has to say!

Harris: Well, I imagine he has lots to say after being choked out here on Meltdown by Lisa Loryann Lyon last week!

Cid Phoenix climbs up the ring steps and then walks along the apron, where he again nods to the crowd and pounds his chest, before entering and walking across to get a microphone from a ring tech. He stands in the ring and looks around at the crowd before raising the microphone to his lips.

Phoenix: Last week, I was heinously attacked, I was disrespected and sprotsmanship was thrown out the window...

West: Here we go..

Phoenix: When I returned to this company, I expected to be treated with a modicum of respect by it's staff and it's competitors, but what I got was choked out by a three-time loser, who's initials just so happen to be Triple L.

Some boos from the crowd now, as Phoenix looks around and shakes his head.

Phoenix: And it's just like some of you sheep to start to boo me, when I call things right down the middle. And speaking of calling things down the middle, I'm going to go as far as to say, that 2013 will be the Year of the Phoenix and before this year is over, I will - for the first time in my short APW career, wear gold around my waist, just like I have done wherever I have gone! And do you know why? Because I AM the standard and beyond in this business! 17 Championships throughout a young, storied career and a mouth that has kept me in the spotlight wherever I have gone! And why? Because I back up everything that I say!!!

Harris: The man speaks truth. At least about his accolades.. Winning gold this year? I dunno about that.

Phoenix: Lisa Loryann Loser knew that she was facing greatness last week and when she saw an opportunity to try and make a name for herself, she blatantly and without regard, choked me into unconsciousness right here in the middle of this very ring! She showed lack of sportsmanship and a great lack of class, and I don't fault her in any way, because (chuckles) well, we ALL know that she IS a loser!

West: Oh, Come on now! Crybaby!

Phoenix ignores the boos and gives a smug expression, preferring to continue his vocal tirade.

Phoenix: And since my return was slightly marred by the actions of jealous never was, I see no other course of action to take other than to show my mean streak - the same vicious mean streak that won me a cavalcade of titles---

West: A "cavalcade" of titles?

Phoenix: --the same vicious mean streak that I will show later tonight in my six-man tag team match against my opponents, and the same mean streak that I will show against any and all future opponents from now until the end of my illustrious career!

Cid Phoenix drops the mic, and exits the ring and walks up the rampway with lips pursed and sidelong glances at the surrounding crowd.

West: Wow! The man really is full of himself!

Harris: I like this new side to Cid Phoenix. I can't wait to see what he's got in store for us tonight!

West: Well, in a short time, we will see if his words ring true, won't we?

Nicky Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it’s a new talent showcase. Introducing first weighing 218lbs from Trenton, New Jersey he’s “Simply” Trevor Hyatt.!

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Voice Over: “I’m Simply...Trevor Hyatt"[/glow]

[glow=red,2,300]Well I don't mind stealing bread.
From the mouths of decadents.
But I can't feed on the powerless.
When my cup's already overfilled.[/glow]

Trevor Hyatt bursts out of a foggy mist that drips toward the ring with a smile on his face. Pacing to the ring amongst many cheers and some crowd of boos. Behind him is his loving father wrestling legend Seth Hyatt and the crowd are chanting one more match as he nods in approval. Trevor takes off the glittery silver silk robe & black aviators he was wearing and then hands it to a walking by stage hand. He then adjusts himself quickly before leaping over the top rope into the ring with a major amount of athleticism. A little boy is looking sad in the crowd and then Trevor leaves to check on him.

Trevor motions behind the little boy's ear to retrieve the black aviators in a magic like fashion putting them on his face before going back into the ring. He goes back in the ring taking a knee in the center of the ring as the camera swirls around this unique specimen. He is wearing glittery silk tights and matching boots and his wrists are taped with T.H. in black permanent marker on both fists. The pyro of glitter pops out of the ring posts twice as Trevor chuckles before standing once more. He turns looking at the entrance ramp shouting Simply! As Seth Hyatt claps preparing to watch his son do battle.

West: He’s had a storied career Dick and he’s finally in APW. Earlier today he was dancing, laughing and enjoying an open session with all of his loving fans.

Harris: Why does everybody have to kiss up to these sheep? This man isn’t a true wrestler. That’s why he’s only had one world title reign in what almost seventeen years of competing.

Paige: And his opponent weighing 215lbs and hailing from Montreal, Québec, Canada this is Carlisle Cain!

Harris: Okay now this kid looks like a wrestler don’t like his theme song but other than that.

West: He sucks up to the fans too why do you even like him?

Harris: It’s all an act Shane-O this guy has a mean streak somewhere in his Canadian heart. Just watch him pick apart this washed up Jersey boy. Speaking of jersey boys get a new hairstyle won’t you Shane.

“Hall of Fame" by The Script begins to play as the fans come to their feet. Spotlights pan the arena as a quick burst of pyro jets from the stage toward the ring and the words “THE FUTURE IS NOW” appear on the tron. The fans pop as Carlisle Cain appears on the stage, his back turned to the crowd for a moment as he spins around with a confident grin on his face. He makes his way to the ring along with his manager, Wayne Johns. As he climbs into the ring, he opens his arms and spins slowly, giving the fans time to take their pictures. After the posing, he moves to his corner, where Johns gives him a last minute reminder of their strategy for the match.

The two newcomers in APW stood on opposite sides of the ring, ready for a massive clash. “Simply” Trevor Hyatt was finishing his stretches, looking around at The Fan as Cain listened to the last notes of his theme die out. The ref made sure each man was ready for a fight, before getting out of the way and calling for the bell.

"Simply" Trevor Hyatt vs. Carlisle Cain


DING DING DING!

The crowd gave a huge cheer as the men began to circle around each other, looking for the first movement, which was Carlisle suddenly lunging forward and delivering a right hand to Trevor Hyatt. “Simply” was stunned and stumbled back into the corner, as Cain continued to get closer and closer. However, he was also caught off guard as suddenly “Simply” Trevor exploded out of the corner with his own sets of rights, forcing them back into the middle of the ring. The two men were trying to duke it out, when Trevor Hyatt grabbed hold of Cain’s arm and Irish whipped him across the ropes, and as the young megastar came back around, The crafty veteran turned him around and delivered a huge NECKBREAKER!! The added momentum helped to intensify the impact as RoboCain grabbed the back of his neck, obviously in pain as Hyatt pushed him down and laid over him in a lateral press.


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KICK OUT!!!


West: Looks like Trevor Hyatt doesn’t want to waste any time.


Harris: Why should he? The man doesn’t want to fight. He knows if Cain gets going he’s finished.

Trevor lifts up Cain ready to power bomb him but he counters it into a hurricanrunna. Carlisle comes off the ropes with a knee drop to Trevor while he is down on the mat. Carlisle Cain goes back to the top and a beautiful diving splash by “The Future” and Cain stays on top to make the cover

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Cain with a couple of kicks to Trevor then a dropkick to his knee, Cain comes off the ropes with a dropkick to knock Trevor off his feet. Carlisle with a double knee breaker to Trevor Hyatt then it looks like he is going for another dropkick but as he comes off the ropes “Simply” knocks him down with a HUGE chop. Trevor Hyatt with a big kneeling bulldog to RoboCain, Trevor Hyatt is looking to put some major moves on Carlisle Cain and follows up with an Electric Chair Drop. Hyatt then hooks the leg of Cain and makes the cover.

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THRE… Carlisle Cain KICKS OUT!

Harris: That was too close for comfort there.

West: Talk about almost wetting yourself there partner.

Trevor went straight to the back of her head with a headlock; making it known that he was the dominant contender in this match up. Cain was rolling around the ring, trying to find the ropes and eventually even Hyatt’s hold couldn’t stop him from finding the ropes. Carlisle Cain picked himself up from the ropes, setting on the turnbuckle corner next to him and looked at Trevor as he was running at him with a clothesline. Cain ducked out of the way and Hyatt went face first straight into the turnbuckle. Cain took advantage of this by bashing Hyatt’s face into the turnbuckle. He turned around dazed as Cain with a massive amount of strength hits a GORE right into the midsection of Hyatt! He went straight to the mat as RoboCain bounced on top of him for the cover.

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West: He won’t stay down! This is why he’s a veteran. He lives for moments like this.

Harris: Yeah, come on Cain knock his block off.

West: No, this is anyone’s game here Dick.

Harris: And I’m the queen of England.

West: You look like one.

Carlisle Cain was frustrated, but trying to recover his strength from tackling Trevor. He immediately got it back and went straight for the face of Trevor, plenty of left and right hooks. He planted his knee into him and just kept pummeling him while he was on the ground. The referee had to break it up from the 5 count and RoboCain obeyed. He went to pick up Hyatt, but Trevor countered back by pushing him into the ropes. He came back just to Hyatt with a huge spine buster! Hyatt planted Cain straight into the mat, as he didn’t go for the cover this time. He returned the favor now to RoboCain by pummeling him with lefts and rights. He then pulled his left leg and flipped him over, putting the Indian Death lock submission on Cain. Hyatt was really trying to tear away at Cain’s endurance at this point. Cain was crawling around as he looked for any ropes to save him from the hold he was in. He reaches the rope and Hyatt lets the hold go. Hyatt goes to lift up Cain but he reverses and lands his finishing maneuver as a counter FUTURAMA!!! Cain didn’t get all of it and taunts Hyatt as he rises up.

Harris: Oh man is he going for the Cain buster?

West: It looks like so. Trevor Hyatt’s in trouble.

Harris: I told you don’t bet against a Canadian.

Carlisle Cain tries to get Hyatt in the Cain Buster. Trevor swivels his hips out the hold before nailing Cain with a drop kick. He gets so high in the air it’s almost as if he’s flying. The crowd is cheering for both of the men as they are down on the ground. The referee begins to count to ten as Hyatt’s the first one to get upon his feet. He meets Cain with a Sleepless in New Jersey his signature move and Cain’s head connects on the mat in a vicious fashion. Hyatt hooks both of Cain’s legs.

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THREE!!!

Paige: Here’s your winner “Simply” Trevor Hyatt!

Trevor Hyatt gets out of the ring as EMTS check on the condition of Carlisle Cain. He wipes his face in sorrow before looking at his hands and walking up the ramp with his father Seth behind him.

Harris: Did you see what that reckless old man did to that young Canadian.

West: I don’t think that was on purpose Dick. Accidents can happen. None the less Hyatt picks up his first win here in APW. Congratulations.

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The arena is smothered in darkness as the house lights drop down, only the flicker of a few lighters offering a puncture in blackness. The Megatron lights up and displays the words to the following voiceover.

One day some of the kids in the neighbourhood carried my mother’s groceries all the way home. You know why? It was outta respect.

Respect

Respect

Respect

The sound of the track penetrates; it’s the sound of a siren accompanied by the lyrical flow of UK Apache as ‘Original Nuttah’ introduces itself.

New name, mon:
The original nuttah
Take heed and take check

This continues as the siren wails and the arena remains in complete darkness. Forty seconds and lighting effects kick in, all multi-coloured and psychedelic-like, matching the tempo of the MC’s flow, slowly building up the anticipation in the crowd.

Bad boys inna London
Rude boys inna England

Around 1:20, as the drum beat kicks, strobe lighting effects explodes all over the stage as the jungle and MC kick into full flow.

Mi are di nuttah
Original madmah madmah mad nuttah

Out steps The Guv’nor, dancing and prancing his way like a hillbilly e-ed up to the eyeballs, waving a sheet of paper in the air. Joining in with the frenzied orgy, the in-house crowd turn the event into a full on rave as The Guv’nor marches down to the ring, showing off the white paper in his hand.

Nicky Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, hailing from the East End of London, please welcome...THE GUV’NOR!!!

The Guv’nor slides into the ring and tosses his shades into the crowd before climbing the turnbuckle and giving the fans a photograph moment.

West: If you’re wondering who this guy is folks, he entered Survive & Conquer as a free agent, eventually finishing 12th, but the rumours are he’s here tonight to negotiate terms on a Meltdown contract.

Harris: I heard they are handing out contracts like welfare cheques these days.

The Guv’nor: HELLOOOOO HOLLYYYYYYWOOOOOD!!!

The crowd buy and lap up that bargain basement of cheap pops.

The Guv’nor: The Guv’nor is HERE! Representing the loudest and proudest borough in London town.

The Guv’nor pauses, expecting another pop, but the response is muted this time.

The Guv’nor: Let me tell you, yeah, I’m so piped to be here; not just in the United States of Americaaaa, but Hollywood itself! How about them 49ers, yeah!

Another muted response from the crowd. Some of the vocal males holler out humorously; there are a few cat calls, a smidge of boos, but others nothing.

The Guv’nor: You know, yeah, I just about made it here tonight. Nearly missed my flight from the Big Apple, matey; some mental lot had me partying the night away for the Superbowl. But I made it and right here, yeah, and everything’s cushty. Got the nod from the top geezer and I have in my hand my very own APW contract. Signed, sealed, delivered, I’m yours!

West: Oh boy! Not the most overwhelming response I’ve heard from a Meltdown crowd.

Harris: What is this – the British invasion?

The Guv’nor: And I’m happy to be here, I tell you mate, ready to show the world how we do things MADE IN HACKNEY. But I’m loving America: I’ve only been here a week and I never want to leave. You mad buggers do everything supersized: bigger buildings, bigger cars, bigger burgers, bigger parties, bigger arenas....even your birds’ [BLEEP] are bigger!

This gets the pop The Guv’nor has been craving, especially from the male audience.

Harris: Yeah! That’s my kind of supersize!

The Guv’nor: You know what I mean, I seen nothing like it. I was lost at the airport, yeah, knew I had to get to Hollywood. Then I remembered all those birds I seen on the big screen and followed the ‘Hollyboobies’ to get here.

Another pop from the crowd. The vocal males starting up a ‘HOLLYBOOBIES’ chant. When this dies The Guv’nor continues.

Harris: I love me some ‘Hollyboobies’!

The Guv’nor: So it’s on tonight Hollywood; I’m here to tear this town a new arsehole, I swear down my bruvvers and luvvers.

Another pop as the crowd begin to warm to their newest Megastar.

The Guv’nor: But I didn’t just come out tonight to wave this contract around and give you a reason to think every geezer who steps over the pond is a mug with a few screws loose, yeah. You know I’ve got business in need of care: as much as I’m going to enjoy all America’s benefits, I’m being paid to dish out more than a few bruisings. That’s right, yeah, The Guv’nor is here to bring some chronic aggro to Yankeetown, and I’m starting next week. So if there is anyone out there who thinks he, or she, equal opportunities yeah, got the bottle to stomach little grief from London’s finest all yous got to do is come find my door and show me your cobblers. Then it’s just me and you, next week mate, and you’ll see how we do this MADE IN HACKNEY! Now hit my music, bruv!

Mi are di nuttah
Original madmah madmah mad nuttah
Original madamadamadamadamadamadamadamadah nuttah
Original madmah madmah mad nuttah
Original madamadamadamadamadamah

As the music blasts out The Guv’nor climbs a turnbuckle and rips open the front of his shirt, revealing beneath it a t-shirt bearing his ‘MADE IN HACKNEY’ insignia. After repeating this on every turnbuckle, The Guv’nor rolls out of the ring and heads to the back, waving the APW contract in the direction of anyone who will give him the attention.

West: The Guv’nor has certainly made himself known, and the ink isn’t even dry on that contract I suspect.

Harris: But the burning issue, Shane, is: who will step up and answer this kook’s challenge?


Hannah Storm is in the back of the arena.

Hannah: “Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time “The Hong Kong Sensation” Amy Zing.”

The camera pans over to show Amy Zing.

Hannah: “Amy, tonight you challenge Logan Alexander for the North American Championship. He had some harsh words for you. Would you like to respond?”

Amy: “You know something, there were parts he was right about. Yes, I could have apologized to him for the last month. But you know something? Saying I am sorry does not mean anything unless I had something to be sorry for. Now, it has only been since our previous encounter he has shown himself to be worth the apology. I was not going to apologize until Logan Alexander stopped being the whiney reluctant champion he was at the time I said those things.”

“Yes, I posed for Playboy, but I fail to see how that justifies the implication I am a whore or something. Does that imply every woman to pose for that is the same? How is that fair? Why does everyone feel some sort of need to make me feel ashamed about trying to express and mepower myself? If Aubrey Parker did it, Logan Alexander would be praising her. ”

“And as for Young Mannie? I can live with the physical attack. It happens, but the insulting me and throwing money at me is an entirely different thing. Yes, I attacked Uncle Charlie, however, he insulted me first. That was personal as Mannie had made it personal already. Alec Quartermain had to be removed so I could get at Mannie. His uncle and bodyguard are out of the picture and that means he is all along and all mine. Now, regardless of what happens this week, I will have my chance at him next week inside a steel cage.”

“Now Logan, I know you owe me nothing. I do not expect anything from you except for you to go out there and defend the title. Young Mannie is all I care about. That belt is secondary.”

Amy turns and walks away.

Hannah: “Back to you at ringside.”

color=pink]Paige: The following contest is a six-person tag team contest scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...[/color]

Where Eagles Dare plays and Warren walks out to the ramp with little showmanship. there are no special lights, pyro or fog. 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.

Paige: From Pittsburgh, PA; he weighs 200lbs....WARREN PEACE!

Chaoz Japan blasts through the arena. Coming out from backstage is Hano Eiyu, holding a wooden bokken. He does a sword kata. Afterwards, he runs to the ring and springboards in there. He performs another sword kata. Then, he gently puts the bokken down.

Paige: From Japan, he weighs 176lbs...HANO EIYU!

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

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

Paige: From Brooklyn, NY; he weighs 162lbs....CID PHOENIX!

West: Something of a union of circumstance here; these are not three individuals I would usually say have a lot in common.

Harris: What are you talking about? A former anarchist, an unprodigal son and some Japanese bloke – sounds to me like they’d get on like a house on fire.

Paige: And their opponents...

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

Paige: From Edinburgh, Scotland; he weighs 260lbs....EVAN MCDONALD!

"I can't get started from the part, where I left off, yesterday!/Should've spent my time a little wiser."

The lights spur sporadically. Flashing multiple colors, with darkness prevailing between all. As the full song kicks in, besides the opening vocals and short spurs of heavy guitar chords; smoke abruptly pours onto the entrance ramp.

"I sat alone, guilty as sin, waiting for words to come from out of my head / not making sense to anyone!"

Upon this, Kevin Dahlia excitedly "pops" from the confines of behind the curtain, a singular arm raised, and a cocky smirk smeered across his lips. His eyes gleam with megalomania intent. A quick spin around, akin to what someone who is showcasing a new attire would express, is performed by Kevin. His arms outstretched. He slowly saunters to the ring.

Upon reaching the bottom of the ramp, he walks to a fan. A younger child extending a pen and paper. Signaling for an autograph. Kevin smiles as he walks towards the child. He takes ahold of the pen and paper, and begins to scratch. He turns the sheet towards the child, revealing it to read "NO". He rips the sheet, and returns the pen, petting the head of the disheartened child. Smirking, proud of his douchery, Kevin runs and hops to the edge of the ring. He slides along it on a single knee, with a hand grasping the middle rope for balance. Looking into the camera, he exclaims, "Gotta be K.D. baby".

Using the rope for assistance, he gracefully enters the ring, running to a ring post, climbing it and extending his arms. He soaks in the jeering, as though it's what he was searching for.

Paige: From Vancouver, British Columbia; he weighs 224lbs...KEVIN DAHLIA!

"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; weighing in at 232lbs... ERIC STEEEEEEEEEEEEL!

West: A lot of egos on this team and a lot to prove. Evan McDonald and Kevin Dahlia will both feel they have something to prove after Survive & Conquer.

Harris: And Eric Steel is Superman.

Six-person Tag Team Match
Cid Phoenix, Hano Eiyu, & Warren Peace vs Kevin Dahlia, Eric Steel & Evan McDonald

The match begins with one almighty ruckus in the ring: fists, kicks, heads, shoulders, knees and toes flying left right and centre as all six competitors slug it out. Eric Steel tackles Hano Eiyu through the ropes and they continue to roll around outside the ring exchanging blows. McDonald and Dahlia have the early advantage, teaming up against their lighter opponents. A double headbutt takes care of Warren Peace before they whip Phoenix into a corner, following this up with Dahlia whipping McDonald into the corner to nail a stinger splash on Phoenix. As Peace gets to his feet Dahlia directs McDonald and they nail a double suplex, following it up with a double team stomp assault, eventually forcing Peace out of the ring. The ref intervenes at this point and tells McDonald and Dahlia one of them has to retreat to the corner.

West: McDonald and the debuting Dahlia have seized control of this match early one-WAIT A MINUTE!.

Harris: What’s going on here! We’re not in Louisiana!

The lights in the arena have suddenly gone out. There is total blanket darkness. A few whistles and cat calls are heard.

West: Ladies and gentlemen, we’re going to try and resolve this issue asap.

As suddenly as they went the lights come back on. There is confusion in the ring as Dahlia and McDonald look on; Peace and Phoenix remain where they were. However, outside the ring both Eric Steel and Hano Eiyu are out cold near the ramp; their faces smothered in a crimson mask. The ref slides out to check on both men, then quickly throws out the dreaded ‘X’ sign to the back. Soon after an EMT roll out with a couple of stretchers.

The ref walks around to the the ring announcer, whispering something into her ear.

Paige: The match official has declared, due to the sudden incapacitation of Eric Steel and Hano Eiyu, that this match will now be a tag team match scheduled for one fall between the team of Warren Peace and Cid Phoenix and the team of Kevin Dahlia and Evan McDonald.

West: Well, that’s a turnup for the books.

Harris: But what on earth happened to Steel and Hans Solo?

West: It’s a mystery, Dick, but I’m sure we’ll get to the bottom of it sooner or later.

Tag Team Match
Warren Peace & Cid Phoenix vs. Kevin Dahlia & Evan McDonald

Dahlia exits the ring, leaving McDonald with Phoenix. McDonald lifts Phoenix up against the corner and crushes his chest with brutal open palm strike before delivering a few shoulder thrusts to the midsection. McDonald whips Phoenix across to the opposite corner and follows through with a running clothesline, then lifts Phoenix onto the top rope. McDonald climbs up and tries to set Phoenix for a superplex, but Phoenix resists, only to receive a headbutt for his trouble. McDonald now changes the grip, this time for a powerbomb, but before he can swing Phoenix around Peace is back in the ring and clubbing at McDonald’s back, trying to grip McDonald into a waistlock. This invites Dahlia into the ring and he grabs Peace, taking him down with a snapmare before delivering a soccer kick to the back of the head.

West: The referee, Burt Gruber, needs to seize authority in this match before it gets out of hand.

Harris: I think the more anarchic this one gets the better.

Dahlia lifts Peace and tries to set him up for Canis Minor, but Peace reverses with a back body drop followed by double knee stomp to the chest. The ref steps in and ushers Peace back to his corner, much to the latter’s chagrin. From the top rope McDonald suddenly crashes into the mat, the result of a stiff kick to the head from Phoenix. The crowd pop as Phoenix stands upright on the top rope, but Dahlia is able to wreck his balance by disturbing the top rope and Phoenix ends up straddling the turnbuckle. Peace charges at Dahlia, but the latter is quick to skip through the ropes and back to the safety of his corner. McDonald climbs to the top rope and belly to belly suplexes Phoenix across the ring.

West: Sickening impact from that move! Evan McDonald showing all of his destructive power the way he tossed Cid Phoenix off that top rope.

Harris: I think Cid may be thinking this latest comeback wasn’t such a good idea. This Evan McDonald is a prime stud – he could mate with my daughter whenever he wants.

West: Gross Dick, simply gross.

As Phoenix gets to his feet, favouring his back, McDonald charges him down with a shoulder block then tags in Dahlia. The debutant runs at Phoenix and takes him off his feet with a leg lariat, following this up by hitting the ropes with much energy and dropping a leg across Phoenix’s throat. Dahlia goes for a cover...

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The match continues in this vein for several minutes as Dahlia and McDonald tag each other in and out, focussing their assault on Cid Phoenix, who bravely kicks out of every pin attempt. There are a couple of moments when the crowd believe the comeback is on: once Phoenix broke out of a Dahlia sleeper with a couple of back elbows to the ribs, hit the ropes only to be clubbed from behind with a clothesline from McDonald, allowing Dahlia to seize control. A second time, McDonald seemed set to powerbomb Cid all the way to Hell, but a hurricanrana counter got the crowd popping, only for a spear soon after to swing the momentum back in the favour of McDonald. This is where we’re at now, with McDonald pinning Phoenix...

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West: This one is ov---NO! Once again Cid Phoenix kicks out! What’s that now, six or seven near falls.

Harris: It’s desperate times Shane; Cid needs to get across and tag in Warren Peace somehow. Peace is beating the life out of the turnbuckle.

West: I’m sure he’d love to exert some of that frustration on the duo opposite him.

McDonald lifts Phoenix to his feet and lines up a big punch, but as he swings Phoenix ducks under it and counters with a spinning heel kick. With both men down, their partners scream out for the tag, the crowd shout and urge Phoenix on towards his corner.

West: You feel this tag could be critical: Phoenix has the least distance to go here, but it’s McDonald making the better progress.

Harris: I suspect the double team assault Phoenix has taken so far has taken its toll.

The crowd are clapping along and start to cheer as Phoenix falls just short of Warren Peace’s outstretched arm. Evan McDonald is not far away either, Dahlia banging the turnbuckle and urging him forward. McDonald makes the tag, but as he enters Phoenix finds a final surge of energy to push himself forward and make the faintest of connections with Warren Peace.

West: Here we go! Let’s see what Peace can do.

The freshest man out there Peace runs at Dahlia and clothesline him down, follows this up with a shoulder block and then a low dropkick to the chest. With Dahlia down Peace runs across and punches McDonald, knocking him down to the floor. Dahlia is getting to his feet, Peace grabs him and delivers a reverse DDT, making a cover...

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Peace lifts Dahlia into a reverse facelock and tags in Phoenix. Cid goes to the top and comes off landing a fist drop onto the midsection of Dahlia. Cid whips Dahlia into the ropes and drops him with a cross body. Cid hits the ropes and lands a rolling thunder on Dahlia, getting a huge pop from the crowd as he leaps back to his feet. Cid heads to the top rope.

West: I think we’re looking at some Death From Above here.

But Cid spots McDonald entering the ring and cuts him off with a missile dropkick from the top rope. As Phoenix gets up and turns he is caught with a rolling elbow from Dahlia, sending him into the ropes and back into hold for Canis Minsor. Dahlia makes a cover...

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West: A desperate save made by Warren Peace because Dahlia surely had Phoenix beat there.

Harris: What a disgraceful act! The ref should disqualify him here and now.

McDonald charges around the ring towards Peace, but gets countered with a drop toe hold face first onto the ring steps. Inside the ring Dahlia is calling in Peace, but the distraction allows Phoenix roll Dahlia from behind into a school boy...

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Outside the ring Peace has McDonald set up for The Peacemaker, but McDonald counters with a back body drop and collapses into a seated position, blood flowing out of his forehead from the earlier contact with the steel steps. Inside the ring Dahlia has the upper hand, looks again for Canis Minor, but Phoenix counters with a catapult into the corner, following this up with Phoenix Down (Ace Crusher) and heads to the top rope.

West: Can Phoenix nail his high flying spot this time!

No! Because McDonald intervenes by pushing him off the top rope into the ring. McDonald steps in, shrugs off the ref’s protests and delivers Scottish Pride, before dragging Kevin Dahlia over the body of Phoenix...

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Winners: Evan McDonald & Kevin Dahlia

West: It’s a victory here for Dahlia and McDonald; in the end Cid Phoenix just couldn’t find the will to kick out.

Harris: What an impressive showing by these two young studs.

McDonald raises his arms in the air, happy to take as much as the glory, not even bothering to check on his tag partner in this match before exiting the ring as his music blasts. Warren Peace gives him the thousand yard stare, but nothing can halt McDonald’s self-satisfaction right now.

[T-Marv]

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... and it is a STEEL CHAIRS MATCH! There are no count-outs, steel chairs are the only legal weapon, and pinfalls or submissions must happen inside the ring!

The crowd roars in anticipation for the match. 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.

Paige: Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California...

The crowd roars for their hometown star’s introduction.

Paige: ...She is Niobe “Nightmare” MARTTIIINNNN!

'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-- but the crowd suddenly boos as Niobe is drilled to the ground with a hard Lariat from behind by none other than...

...Robina Hood!

West: Oh, what is THIS?

Harris: Hood got the jump on Niobe, that’s what! And now she’s stomping away at Niobe, circling her, getting every part of her body!

West: And Niobe’s hometown crowd is none too happy about the ambush!

”YOU SUCK!”

”YOU SUCK!”

”YOU SUCK!”

The camera briefly focuses on a brace around Hood’s knee, courtesy of Niobe Martin-- and she uses it to jump up and deliver a knee drop to her skull on the ramp. Hood grins into the malicious crowd and lifts Niobe up for a Suplex, driving her down for a Snap Suplex on the ramp. Niobe rolls to her knees, holding her back in pain. She uses Robina’s wardrobe to try to pull herself back up. Robina rolls her eyes at Niobe in disgust before slapping her across the face. Niobe drops and Robina backs up, adjusting her brace a bit.

Harris: Robina’s gonna finish Niobe off right here! We’re not even gonna make it to the chairs!

As Niobe finally starts to get up, Robina runs at her, thinking Big Boot-- but Niobe evades it by mere centimeters! Robina’s leg shifts awkwardly and she staggers forward, past Niobe. Niobe climbs up and hits a Discus Back Elbow as Robina turns around! Robina goes stiff from the shot and Niobe charges her, hitting a Sunset Flip Bomb on the ramp! Robina cries out in pain and rolls onto her stomach-- but Niobe is kicking and stomping at her as she tries to get up!

West: Niobe’s fighting back!

Robina tries to crawl away but Niobe dives on top of her, screaming as she begins to deliver vicious fists to her skull and sides of her head. Robina drops to her stomach and covers up. Niobe lets out another scream of frustration as she climbs off of Robina.

”WE WANT CHAIRS!”

”WE WANT CHAIRS!”

”WE WANT CHAIRS!”

West: Los Angeles has made it very clear to Niobe Martin what they want!

Harris: And you support this? Someone needs to stop this! Where the hell did the ref go?!

Niobe walks toward the ringside area and lifts up the ring apron, retrieving a steel chair from beneath it to a loud ovation from Los Angeles.

West: The match called for chairs. So why not give the people chairs?

Niobe charges at Robina and swings at her skull as if it’s a baseball-- but Robina kicks her in the midsection and Niobe falls to her knees, dropping the chair, to the crowd’s dismay.

Harris: Whew!

Robina grabs the chair and holds it like a javelin, driving it into the small of Niobe’s back, twice. Niobe groans in pain and Robina winks at the nearest camera, earning more boos from LA. She throws Niobe into the barricade and then sets up the chair, placing Niobe’s head on the top of the open seat. Robina backs up and measures her... And then charges, going for a Big Boot--

West: GOD, no!

But Niobe moves out of the way! Robina kicks the barricade and yells out in agony. Niobe lifts up the chair and drives it right into the side of Robina’s injured leg. Robina drops to her knees and Niobe swings the chair into her back!

Harris: AHH! Robina!

West: Has this match even officially started?

Harris: I don’t think so!

Robina goes face-first to the ramp. Niobe lifts the chair and brings it down again across the back, and back of Robina’s legs, the crowd counting to eight times-- before three referees rush from the back to disarm and disable Niobe. Robina lies, completely motionless and completely unconscious on the ramp while Niobe is dragged from the back.

Harris: Do you support this, Shane?!

West: I think Niobe went a bit overboard-- but can you blame her? Look at the situation she was put in.

Harris: She tried to kill Robina Hood!

West: I’m being told Hannah Storm is with Sienna Harrison in the back. Hannah?

We capture a few more seconds of the referees dragging an enraged Niobe Martin away, to loud ”NI-O-BE!” chants from her hometown crowd, while medical personnel check on the unconscious Robina Hood.

Finally, we cut backstage where Hannah Storm stands next to Sienna Harrison who has watched the entire ordeal in the GM’s office. She rubs her face in her hands, groaning, muttering obscenities to herself. Hannah clears her throat.

Hannah: Ms. Harrison? Do you... Do you have any reaction to what just transpired?

Sienna: Yes. I do. I actually do. I’m-- I’m sick of this. Where is Niobe Martin?

Without waiting for an answer, Sienna moves past Hannah and out of the door, though Hannah stays only a couple of steps behind. She looks both ways, and the camera follows her every step as she journeys down the corridor for nearly ten seconds before a struggle is heard up ahead. The camera swings around and we see Niobe Martin still trying to pull away from the referees, ready to go back to work on the unconscious Robina Hood.

Sienna: HEY!

Niobe eventually stops as Sienna draws nearer, but gives her a deathly scowl. Sienna stops a few feet away, glancing to the referees.

Sienna: Keep a tight grip on this one. She’s rowdy.

Sienna dares draw closer.

Sienna: You just don’t get it, do you? This is not your playground, Niobe. The things you do out there-- You take things too far. And I’m not gonna stand for it. So maybe we’ll try to give you the hint next week. And the week after. And after that. UNTIL YOU UNDERSTAND, THIS IS MY SHOW...

The crowd boos loudly at that and Sienna lowers her voice, glaring into Niobe’s eyes.

Sienna: ...So every week, I’ll make your life a living Hell, Niobe. Until you get it. This-- this is a show made for the betterment of APW, and you’re either with us or you’re against us. And... If I were you, child, I would decide REALLY fast which side of the line you’re walking on.

The two remain locked in a staredown for a few moments. Niobe shifts, trying to jerk her arm free, and Sienna flinches... Niobe smirks.

Sienna: Take her to her locker room to get her things. Throw her out.

The crowd boos once more and Sienna rolls her eyes, turning away from Niobe and the referees and turns back to Hannah Storm who asks in a quiet voice:

Hannah: Your show? Is Mr. Duvall aware?

Sienna blushes.

Sienna: OUR show. I said ‘our’ show, right?

Hannah tries to stifle a laugh and shakes her head.

Sienna: Ye-- yes I did. Shut up.

Sienna pushes past Hannah and the camera fades to black.

[T-Marv]

The Los Angeles, California crowd is displeased to see the duo of Sienna Harrison and Alexander Duvall on the Action Tron. There's a knock at the door and Duvall prepares to get up and answer, but Sienna is quick to hop up and run to the door, pulling it open impatiently.

The camera is angled in such a way that it's difficult to tell who's on the other side of the door but Sienna backs up with an obviously forced smile. Duvall gets to his feet with a grimace on his face... and the audience cheers in approval as the Tag Team Champions, Logan Alexander and Aubrey J. Parker walk in, the team proudly displaying each of their four title belts.

LA: You rang?

AJP: You're lucky this fit into our schedules.

Duvall: Oh, bloody hell... neither of you are in any sort of predicament that would allow you to take that kind of tone with-

Sienna: Enough. I called them here.

AJP: Obviously. Why?

Sienna turns to Parker and smiles devilishly.

Sienna: Because of you. I've decided to enact a new clause and I think we can all agree that it's for the best...

Sienna steps away, toward Duvall's printer to retrieve a few papers. She thrusts them into Aubrey's hands.

AJP: And this is... what, exactly?

Sienna: An amendment to your contract, stating that if you lay your hands on any Meltdown Megastar in a violent fashion at any time, we reserve the right to strip you of any and all championships on the spot. That includes your Suicidal Championship... and your Tag Team Championships.

AJP: That's... clever. You've really outdone yourselves this time, guys. Let me get you a cookie.

Sienna: Of course, this clause isn't effective on nights that you're scheduled to wrestle. And trust me... after Logan loses his North American Title to Young Mannie or- ugh, Amy Zing- tonight, then you guys can lose those Tag Titles and get the hell off of our show.

AJP: I bet you'd like that.

LA: Is that all?

Duvall and Sienna don't say anything else. Logan nods to Aubrey and turns to walk out of the door. Aubrey glares at Sienna and Duvall for a few more moments before the team finally leaves the office.

Paige: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! If the Natural Born Killaz win, they receive a Tag Team Championship match at any point during the month of February. However, if the team of Christian Kane and Tuhoa Valo is victorious, they each receive an opportunity to compete for the APW North American Championship in one week's time on Monday Night Meltdown!

West: That was a mouthful.

Harris: Hah. Mouthful.

The lights dim as the song 'Natural Born Killaz' starts to play. A couple of spotlights begin to focus on the stage, as a bit of fog fills the floor.

[Dr. Dre]
Journey with me
Into the mind of a maniac
Doomed to be a killer
Since I came out the nutsac
I'm in a murderous mindsate
With a heart full of terror
I see the devil in the mirror.

Both men appear on the stage, along with Leon's Wife Demonica. Jake Titan is seen with his shopping cart full of weapons.

BUCK BUCK, Lights out
Cause when I get my sawed off
N***** get hauled off [Ice Cube:] haha barrel one
Touches your motherf***in flesh [Ice Cube:] barrel two
Shoots your f***in heart out your chest
You see I'm quick to let the hammer go click
On my Tec-9 so if you try to reck mine
Fool it's your bad time
Feel the blast of the chocolate bomber
Infra red aimed at your head
Like your name was Sarah Conner

All three walk down the ramp. Once at ringside, Jake parks his Shopping card, as Demonica cimbs up and waits on the apron. Both men slide in.

Paige: Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by 'Demonica', the team of Leon "The Virus" Roberts and Jake Titan, they are the Natural Born Killaz!

Decapitatin I ain't hesitatin
To put you in the funderal home
With a bullet in your dome
I'm hot like lava
You got a problem?
I got a problem solver
And his name is revolver
It's like a deadly game of freeze tag
I touch you with a 44 mag
And your frozen inside a body bag
Nobody iller
Than this graveyard filler
Cap peeler
Cause I'm a Natural Born Killa

Harris: This is extensive. Who's paying for the rights to all this?

Leon and Jake both head to the center of the ring. Leon poses with his arms crossed, while Jake kneels infront doing two guns pointing down gang sign. They maintain that pose until the lyrics start up again.

[Ice Cube]
Terror illistrates my era
Now I cant hang around my momma
Cause I scare her
I'm quick to blast motherf***er
[Dr. Dre:] yeah what's up
[Ice Cube:]It feels like I'm bustin a nut
When I open you up
Cause your body is exposed to the midnight mist
All you weak motherf***ers give my ring a kiss

Jake gets up, and Demonica removes their jackets, as she heads out of the ring. Both men the head for opposing turnbuckles, and pose for the fans.

Paige: And their oppo--

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

Harris: Yes! Yes! Kane! Kane!

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

Paige: And their opponents, first, 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.

Harris: How can you NOT love this man?

West: It's quite easy. Doesn't he have a girlfriend?

Harris: She's a fox.

West: ...I don't love 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. His music is abruptly cut short as "Nemesis" hits the PA system. The crowd boos loudly and Kane rolls his eyes, turning toward the ramp.

Paige: And his tag team partner, from Helsinki, Finland, the "Finnish Phenom", TUHOAAA VAAALLLOOO!

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 and Kane have tried, unsuccessfully, over the past month or so to wrestle that North American Championship away from Logan Alexander, but-- WHOA!

Harris: Titan and Roberts are getting started early!

Tag Team Match
Natural Born Killaz (Jake Titan & Leon "The Virus" Roberts) vs "The Finnish Phenom" Tuhoa Valo & Christian Kane
Tag Team Title Shot vs North American Title Shot

The crowd roars as Roberts and Titan double-Clothesline Christian Kane, drilling him to the mat before they each grab a hold of his hair and his trunks and launch him over the top rope. Christian lands stomach-first on the outside and cries out in agony, clutching his ribs in pain. Valo climbs down from the turnbuckles, realizing what has happened as his music stops. He drives a boot into Roberts’ gut, but Titan hits him with a Dropkick! Roberts rolls out of the ring and the bell finally sounds, signaling the beginning of the match as Titan unloads on Valo in the corner with hard shots and then whips him into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, catching him with a rotating Scoop Slam! Valo groans out in pain but the crowd roars as Titan goes up top and nails a Flying Leg Drop! Valo clutches his throat in pain and rolls toward his corner where Christian Kane has finally regained composure-- but Titan grabs him and drags him to his corner, tagging in Roberts! The two take turns stomping at Valo, taking full advantage of the referee’s five-count, ending it at three. Roberts lifts Valo up and nails a Full Nelson Slam to the crowd (and Demonica’s) approval.

West: And the new guys, Titan and Roberts are coming in all guns a-blazing!

Harris: And the delicious Demonica loves it. So I love it!

West: Cover by the Virus! ONE!

Harris: TWO!

West: THREE-- NO! Christian Kane drags him off!

The crowd boos as Kane yanks Roberts off of Valo and goes back to his corner. Roberts glares at Christian Kane and then lifts Valo up again, but while the referee scolds Kane, Valo pivots and hits a mule kick Low Blow! Roberts cries out and drops to his knees. Valo twists around and delivers a Snap DDT! Roberts is driven skull-first into the mat and Valo makes the cover this time!

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THRRRRE-- Kickout!

West: Roberts almost took the fall there and you saw the nervousness on Valo’s face when Christian Kane hit that series of big moves. If Logan Alexander retains his title tonight, and Valo and Kane win, they each get a one-on-one North American Title match. But whoever doesn’t score the pinfall in this match tonight has to wrestle first, and has to risk wrestling twice in one night!

Harris: Well, what if Zing or Mannie wins the title tonight?

West: That’ll be addressed later tonight. Valo and Kane have to get through the very formidable, very hungry team of the Natural Born Killaz first.

Kane sets Roberts up for a Corkscrew Neckbreaker, but Valo tags himself in! Kane glares at him and lets go of Roberts, getting out of the ring. Valo turns to mouth off at his tag team partner, but Roberts grabs him from behind and hits a Back Suplex! He rolls past Valo and makes it back to his corner, tagging in Titan as Valo gets to his feet! Titan enters and takes him down with one... two... Three clotheslines! Valo gets back up, groggily, and Titan tries to hit a Piledriver, but Tuhoa Valo counters with a Back Body Drop! Titan groans in pain and climbs to his feet. Valo delivers a kick to the midsection followed by a Fisherman’s Suplex. He then rolls over and delivers a series of punches to Titan’s skull, but Titan counters with a Headbutt! Valo groans out in agony and rolls back to his corner, where Christian Kane tags himself in to a mixed reaction from the crowd! Kane enters the ring, running at Titan for a Clothesline, but finds himself side-stepped and drilled with a German Suplex! Titan goes out to the top rope and goes for a Flying Elbow, but Kane rolls out of the way. Both men climb to their feet after a few seconds with Christian Kane just a second quicker-- and he goes for the Super Sexy Kick!

West: The SSK! The move that nearly won Christian Kane the North American Title!

Harris: HE CONNECTS!

The crowd roars in mixed reaction as Kane blasts Titan with the SSK, but Titan staggers back, close to his corner. Christian Kane crawls hurriedly toward Titan-- but Roberts is able to reach through the ropes and grab his partner, dragging him closer before tagging himself in! Titan rolls out of the ring as Roberts enters. Christian Kane climbs to his feet, looking at Roberts with a glare. He throws a punch-- but Roberts blocks it and nails a few of his own, Irish Whips Christian Kane across the ring, and nails a Flapjack! Roberts signals for the end, to the crowd’s delight.

West: We might be about to see the move Leon Roberts calls the Hellbound Chokeslam!

Roberts lifts Kane up in a military press, but Kane drops down behind him! He tries to hit a Swinging Neckbreaker, but Roberts counters with a stiff Backbreaker across the knee! Kane rolls to his knees and hurriedly crawls to his corner, willingly tagging in Tuhoa Valo. Valo smirks and enters the ring. He charges at Roberts and tackles him with a Spear-- but Roberts stands his ground! The crowd roars for the test of strength in the middle of the ring-- and Leon Roberts rocks Tuhoa Valo with a European Uppercut! Valo reels and Roberts hits a Belly to Back Suplex! Valo gets up again and Roberts charges, hitting him with a Big Boot to the side of the head! Valo goes down and Roberts makes the cover!

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West: Valo barely gets the shoulder up! So many close calls here for both of these teams, but a win here is huge for Leon Roberts and Jake Titan!

Harris: It would be, but Titan is still feeling the effects of that Super Kick from Christian Kane. He still hasn’t gotten back up on the apron!

West: Hey-- Roberts is about to hit Valo with the Hellbound Chokeslam!

Roberts starts to lift Valo up-- but stops as Christian Kane flies off of the top rope, going for a Diving Cross Body, but Roberts catches him and hurls him through the ropes with a Fallaway Slam! Kane hits the apron and then tumbles to the ground-- but the distraction is enough for Valo to grab Roberts from behind in the Rear Naked Choke, before bringing him to the mat and locking on the body-scissors!

Harris: Nemesis Nightmare!

After a few seconds, Roberts has no choice but to tap out. The crowd boos as Valo keeps the hold on for nearly ten seconds after the bell rings-- only breaking it as Jake Titan finally rolls back into the ring.

Paige: Here are your winners, the team of Christian Kane and “The Finnish Phenom” Tuhoa Valo!

Harris: WOOO! BRAVO!

West: That was a rather impressive win by the Canadian Sensation and the Finnish Phenom.

Valo exits and takes a bow, winking to his competitors-- and to Christian Kane, who has climbed to his feet at ringside. Kane shakes his head at Valo, while Valo grins and turns, making his way up the ramp.

West: Huge win for Valo and Kane. One of them could walk out of Meltdown as the North American Champion next week!

Harris: I can only hope.

[T-Marv]

The cameras cut back to ringside and the audience boos loudly as Sienna Harrison is seen already standing in the ring with a microphone in hand and a plastic smile on her face.

West: This should be... Um... Good.

Harris: Sshh!

Sienna brings the microphone to her lips.

Sienna: There are a few things I'd like to address.

"YOU SUCK!"

"YOU SUCK!"

"YOU SUCK!"

Sienna sighs.

Sienna: And that's not accurate.

The crowd boos and Sienna waves her finger, disapprovingly.

Sienna: I want to address complaints made to me by a certain Megatsar named Amy Zing-- and no, don't cheer her, because she's led me to a very difficult decision tonight.

Due to the... Liberties that certain Megastars have taken with the law, I think it's none too surprising that certain precautions have had to be taken. So... Earlier we finalized a clause stating that if Aubrey J. Parker touched ANY Meltdown Megastar without having a match, then she would be stripped of any and all championships immediately...

But in Amy Zing's case... Amy, if you put your hands on Young Mannie's managing talent, Alec Quartermain or his Uncle Charlie, then you will be TERMINATED. This goes into effect now.

People have gotten things confused on Meltdown. They've forgotten who the show belongs to...

The crowd begins to boo, but Sienna quickly interrupts.

Sienna: The show belongs to you. You guys. So people like Mr. Duvall and myself are here to filter out these-- these people like Logan Alexander and Aubrey J. Parker and Niobe Martin-- all of these people that exist only to take for themselves, and rob you all of your heard earned money. Of your right to enjoy this fine program.

And I wanted to let you all know... That next Monday, February 11th, 2013, will be the LAST DAY that Logan Alexander will be featured as a Monday Night Meltdown Megastar.

The crowd responds with a loud mixed reaction and Sienna smirks, waiting for them to die down.

Sienna: And he's not the only one. You see-- while Logan is being Drafted for the SAFETY of Monday Night Meltdown, its staff, and its crew, we're gonna take it a step further. We're gonna make history.

Next week, Monday Night Meltdown hosts the first ever live APW draft.

West: Whoa!

The crowd roars at the announcement and Sienna nods, raising the mic to her lips once more.

Sienna: And to accompany such a huge episode of Meltdown-- easily our biggest yet-- we need a huge main event to go along with it. Right?

The crowd cheers again, hesitantly.

Sienna: So in the event that Young Mannie or Amy Zing wins the North American Championship tonight, here's how we're going to handle our little booking conundrum: Amy Zing and Young Mannie will face each other in a 15-foot high steel cage for the North American Championship next week.

West: And the stakes in that cage match get even higher!

Harris: Now the pressure's on!

Sienna: ...While Christian Kane and Valo will fight to determine the TRUE number one contender in Falls-Count-Anywhere match. The winners will face off for the North American Title in our main event next week. However... If Logan wins...

The crowd roars at the mention of the North American Champion, but Sienna rolls her eyes.

Sienna: If Logan wins, he will face Valo and Christian both, in... In...

Sienna winks.

Sienna: In a match of my, and Mr. Duvall's choosing. Of course.

West: Of course.

Harris: Show some respect!

The crowd boos as Sienna laughs, dropping the microphone and exiting the ring, making her way up the ramp and toward the back.

West: Well, whoever wins tonight's title match doesn't get any time to rest. But at least Zing and Mannie will know what they're in for... Logan? It's anybody's guess.

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

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

The name 'Logan Alexander' appears on the tron and the crowd begins to cheer even though Logan doesn't emerge from the entry way, while a video package covering many of his APW matches and several other older ones from other feds plays on the tron. One section of the crowd begins to buzz more loudly than the others, and the camera quickly focus on that section of it. Logan comes into view shortly after with the APW North American championship looped around one shoulder and the APW Tag Team championship looped around the other, with his tag team partner AJP a few paces behind with her Tag Team Championship wrapped around her waist and the Suicidal Title gripped in her right hand.

Nicky Paige: The following contest is our main event and it is a triple threat match for the Action Packed Wrestling North American Championship! First, making his way to the ring from Toronto, Ontario, weighing 223 pounds, he is one half of the Tag Team Champion and your APW North American Champion, "Chaos Stryke" LOGAN ALEXANDER!!!

He smirks around at the fans as he makes his way through the crowd towards the ringside area, slapping outstretched hands as he goes. He slips both title belts down to his hands just before reaching the ringside barricade, and puts them both in one hand as he climbs over into the ringside area, Aubrey J. Parker again just a few paces behind. Taking a title in each hand afterwards, Logan climbs the ring steps and steps onto the ring apron. He climbs into the ring and walks around to each side of the ring, spreading his arms wide, showing off both championships, and calling out to the crowd, who cheer back enthusiastically. He motions for Parker to get into the ring, and the crowd roars as both of them ascend the turnbuckles, each holding both championships high above their heads, playing to the lively audience.

West: What an image. M&M has been unstoppable in APW lately but could that come to an end tonight for Logan Alexander?

Harris: We thought that it was going to at Survive and Conquer but he pulled the ace out of his ass there too.

West: I don't believe that's quite how the saying goes.

Aubrey exits the ring and Logan moves to one corner of the ring, removing and dropping his jacket to one of the ring side technicians, without putting down either title. He then turns, approaches the referee and hands over both championships to him. He moves back to the corner and leans back against it, while waiting for his opponents to show up.

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 is led to the ring by Uncle Charlie & Alec Quartermain. Mannie casually walks down the ramp with his entire glowing in the dark sweatsuit soaking in the hate, As a custom Dark-Orchid colored stairwell which reads "The-Main-Attraction" 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 the final opponent.

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 slapping hands with the fans on both sides of the barricade as she does.

Nicky Paige: And their opponent, from Hong Kong, China by way of San Francisco, California, weighing in at 120 pounds, "The Hong Kong Sensation" AMY ZING!

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.

Harris: Impressive.

West: Amy Zing and Young Mannie have had some HUGE issues these past few weeks, which escalated a week before Survive and Conquer when Young Mannie put his hands on Amy Zing's parents, while Amy Zing has also attacked Mannie's Uncle Charlie... things are personal... and this is set to culminate in a cage match in seven days. But the question is, will it be a North American Title match?

Harris: It will if one of them wins here tonight!

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.

With all 3 competitors ready the referee calls for the bell!

Triple Threat - North American Championship
Amy Zing vs Young Mannie vs Logan Alexander ©

The crowd continues clapping, behind Amy Zing as the bell rings. All three of them look around at each other and Zing is the first to strike, going right after Young Mannie, leaping and catching him in a front facelock and body scissors, driving fists and elbows into his upper back, driving him to the mat, before mounting him and unloading. Logan watches in the corner, amused for a moment. Quartermain and Charlie watch with intensity on the outside and Mannie finally gets Amy off, hopping to his feet but he’s taken down with a calf kick, then another calf kick. Amy then goes up to the second rope and hits a Front Dropkick on Mannie. He rolls toward the ropes and Amy hits a Baseball Slide, knocking him to the floor. She looks prepared to vault over the top and catch him, but Charlie and Alec Quartermain guide Mannie away, to safety.

West: That’s not popular with the crowd, which is heavily pro-Zing tonight but it’s all legal in a triple threat match!

Harris: Mandated by Sienna Harrison and Mr. Alexander Duvall earlier, Amy can’t put her hands on Alec Quartermain or Uncle Charlie... or she could lose her job. Mannie’s smart, sticking close to them.

West: Amy isn’t paying enough attention to the champ! Logan’s sick of being a bystander and look...rollup!!

Logan rolls Amy up with a Schoolboy pin from behind!

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Amy barely kicks out and shoots a look over her shoulder at Mannie but then charges the ropes behind Logan, leaping onto them to hit a Springboard Hurricanrana that sends Logan across the ring and up into the corner. Amy runs at him and hits a Dropkick to his face. Logan lands in a seated position in the corner and the crowd cheers as Amy points to Logan, ready to hit her signature “Nihao!” move in the corner, but Mannie trips her from the outside as Amy starts to run. Mannie then enters the ring and runs at Logan, but Logan gets both feet up, catching Mannie under the chin. Logan hops up to the second rope and hits a Sunset Flip, pinning Mannie.

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West: Amy Zing breaks it up with a diving forearm!

Harris: And now she’s lighting Logan up with kicks!

Amy hits Logan in each of his thighs and then his ribs with hard kicks, backing him into the ropes until she nails a spin kick to his midsection, knocking him through the ropes and out to the floor. Amy turns around as Young Mannie gets up, but she’s quickly taken down with a Rolling Koppu Kick. Mannie lies across her for a pin.

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West: Scary thing about this match for the champ is, he does not need to be pinned to lose the North American Title. Zing or Mannie could be the only two involved in decision!

Harris: That’s the thing that sucks about matches like this. But maybe Logan will stop terrorizing our poor General Manager and his lovely assistant if he loses!!

Mannie drags Amy to her feet and forces her in the corner, choking her with his foot. The referee tries to talk him off, but can’t force him since there are no disqualifications. After a few seconds he lets go and Amy drops to her knees. Mannie taunts her a bit until she gets up and then lifts her up for a Suplex, but drives her rib-first across the top rope first before nailing a Slingshot Suplex! Mannie yells out into the booing crowd and then forces her up again, throwing her into the ropes and catching her with a Sitout Side Powerslam. Mannie goes for the cover again.

West: This could do it!

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Logan Alexander dives into the ring, seeming to come out of nowhere and dives at Mannie’s neck, first capturing him in a Side Headlock, but then transitioning to capture him in a Rear Naked Choke with Body Scissors! The crowd cheers and AJP cheers loudly from the outside. Mannie fights wildly to get out of the move, but Amy Zing is writhing in pain on the mat, unable to help. Mannie rolls toward the ropes, his eyes growing wide and glassy as he tries to escape the Revised Chaos Theory.

Harris: How did he get caught in this?! And a rope break won’t even help!

West: But Mannie’s trying anyway! He’s got the rope.

Harris: The ref is telling him it’s no good.

Mannie yells in agony as Logan keeps the pressure on the hold around his neck...until Uncle Charlie drives his 8 ball cane into Logan’s jaw. Logan rolls off of Mannie clutching his mouth in pain. Aubrey moves around the ring, shouting at Charlie and Quartermain but Charlie raise his hands and cane proclaiming innocence while Quartermain stands menacingly in front of her, daring her to come closer. Aubrey continues to glare from a distance... but meanwhile in the ring, Mannie lifts Logan up and hits him with a Spike DDT. He climbs up to one knee and waits for Zing to get up, grabbing her by the hair- but she drops down onto her back and kicks her leg wide enough to catch Mannie between the eyes! Mannie collapses and Amy dives on top of him for a pin.

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West: A simple counter nearly won Amy Zing her first championship ever!

Zing is up to her knees and breathing heavily. Mannie is climbing to his feet in the corner while Logan climbs to his feet in the center of the ring. Zing leaps into the corner and hits Mannie with a Monkey Flip. Logan jumps, catching Mannie in mid-air with an upside-down double-knee backbreaker! The crowd cheers at the unexpected show of teamwork. Mannie is howling in pain but climbs to his feet again. Logan lifts him up for what looks like an Atomic Drop but as he turns, Amy drops down to her back and sticks both feet straight up in the air... and Logan drives Mannie groin-first into her feet.

Harris: Ow ow owowowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...

West: Power move by the unexpected temporary alliance of Logan Alexander and Amy Zing!

Mannie is writhing in agony and goes back out to the apron where Charlie consoles him while Alec Quartermain glares into the ring. Logan watches as Amy hits the ropes and nails the Phoenixsault across Mannie’s chest, but he grabs her from behind and swings her around to plant her with a hard STO shortly after. Logan keeps his eye on Amy as she moves over onto her stomach and gets up to her knees and then her feet. Logan nails a Forward Russian Leg Sweep and then forces her over onto her back... but stops the pin as he sees Mannie climb back up on the apron. Logan attempts to grab Mannie for a Suplex but Mannie drops down to choke Logan over the top rope! Logan stumbles back and Mannie goes up to the top rope, leaping off for a Cross Body, but Amy Zing leapfrogs over Logan’s head and hits Mannie with a huge Dropkick to the face in mid air! The crowd roars hard for the maneuver and Mannie rolls out of the ring and to the floor once again.

West: The crowd loves the teamwork!

Harris: I don’t know if Logan knew he was a part of that team effort.

Amy climbs back up to her feet and Logan runs at her, driving a knee into her gut. She doubles over and Logan hits a Double Arm DDT. Both of them get to their feet and Amy charges Logan but falls victim to a Hip Toss. She climbs up and Logan presses her against the ropes, saying something to her before going for a hard chop to the chest, but Amy ducks and reverses their positions, hitting Logan with a few chops to the chest and then goes for a roundhouse to the head to finish him off, but Logan ducks and lifts Amy up for a Back Suplex, dumping her out of the ring and onto Young Mannie! Mannie and Zing both fall to the ground and Logan falls to his knees catching a breather for a few moments... he then goes up to the top turnbuckle.

West: High risk by the North American Champion!

Logan dives off for a Cross Body that knocks all three competitors down on the outside! Quartermain stands on one side of the action while AJP stands on the other. They remain locked in a staredown and they speak to each other though their words aren’t quite picked up. Logan is the first up to his feet and picks up Amy Zing, since she is the one that is stirring. Logan rolls her into the ring and starts to follow, but Young Mannie grabs his foot! Logan tries to pull free, but stops and delivers a stomp to Mannie’s stomach. Mannie is forced to let go but he starts getting up as Logan finally gets into the ring. He goes to pin Amy Zing, but she immediately counters with an Oklahoma Roll!

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West: Dick! It’s your favorite move!

Harris: A double helping of Nihao! For Mannie and Logan!

Zing runs forward and performs a handspring on the ropes in the corner before swinging her knees down, perfectly hitting Mannie and Logan each with one! Mannie and Logan roll out of the corner and Zing takes Mannie down again with a Tornado DDT. She turns and tries to do the same with Logan, but he catches her and spins to hit a Northern Lights Suplex!

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Zing kicks out and climbs to her feet. As Logan turns around, Zing blasts him with a roundhouse! The shot brings Logan to his knees for a moment and Zing backs into the turnbuckles, climbing up to the second. She hops off and goes for a Hurricanrana, but Logan captures her and turns, locking her in a half-turned Sharpshooter, the Perfect Chaos Theory!

West: The Perfect Chaos Theory is locked in!

Amy cries out in pain, determined to avoid submitting, but unable to escape the hold. She struggles for a few seconds, before Logan suddenly releases going after Mannie who is beginning to stir... but Mannie gets up quicker than expected and nails a Facecrusher. Logan staggers to his feet and Mannie hits a Cradle DDT! The crowd responds loudly and Logan seems to be just barely able to get into it, pushing himself up one final time-- and Mannie stalks him from behind, jumping up to grab Logan’s neck to go for the Snap Falling Neckbreaker, the Fatal Attraction, and connects!

Harris: FATAL ATTRACTION! Young Mannie just put the North American Champion down!

West: Cover!

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West: And now the Fenghuang Kick! Amy Zing just needs to get the cover! Come on, Amy!

Amy Zing takes a few seconds, but is able to crawl on top of Mannie and hook both of his legs.

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At the last possible second, Logan lifts Amy up to her feet though he still looks to be in pain, himself. He plants her with his Cutter, Stryke Force! Amy is drilled into the mat and Logan pushes her over, hooking the legs.

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DARKNESS.

The crowd grows loud and restless at first before they begin to fall quiet, booing at the lack of explanation.

Harris: Shane, what’s going on?

West: I’m not sure... would it be corny to make a Super Bowl reference?

Harris: No. That’s being current. POWER OUTAGE! And HEY, isn’t Amy Zing from San Francisco? What a stroke of luck!

The arena remains flooded with darkness for a moment longer before...

"What you get is what you see
it won't take much to get hooked on me
so shoot me right into your skin
and I will be your heroin..."

Harris: I know that music!

“I’m Your Favorite Drug” by Porcelain and the Tramps plays for a few seconds before the lights come back on. Kaylyn James Evans is already making her way down the ramp with a crowbar in hand and a sinister grin on her face.

West: It’s Kaylyn James Evans!

Harris: M&M took her out of action a month ago!

Logan looks confused but not necessarily surprised as he gets up. Kaylyn slides into the ring and wastes no time driving the crowbar into his midsection. Logan falls to his back, clutching his ribs in pain, and Kaylyn raises the crowbar again, grinning as Aubrey slides into the ring. Aubrey stands between Logan and Kaylyn, and Kaylyn laughs in her face, dropping the crowbar and begging Aubrey to hit her.

Harris: She can’t! Aubrey can’t hit Kaylyn! If she hits any Meltdown Megastar, she’s fired!

West: And Kaylyn knows that very well. I wonder if our beloved General Managers gave her a hint.

Kaylyn laughs in Aubrey’s face even louder, and then slaps her! Aubrey brings a hand up to her cheek and glares at Kaylyn, shaking in rage... and then suddenly Kaylyn is tackled to the mat by Amy Zing! The two roll out of the ring, fighting and Aubrey soon rolls out as well, not sure what to do... but suddenly, Aubrey is hit from behind with the 8 ball cane by Uncle Charlie and grabbed from behind by Alec Quartermain and thrown back-first into the steel post!

West: Oh come on!

Amy stops stomping Kaylyn and turns as Quatermain picks her up and delivers a Scoop Slam, slamming Amy across the barricade! Quartermain turns his attention toward Logan in the ring and slides inside, rising behind the North American Champion. Uncle Charlie climbs into the ring as well, cheering excitedly. Logan turns and Quartermain lifts him up onto his shoulders before driving Logan head first into the mat with what looks like a Death Valley Driver!

Harris: THAT’S IT! QUARTERMAIN PAID OFF!

Mannie’s eyes widen as he sees his opportunity and he covers Logan, leaning deep back into the cover.

West: Mannie is going to steal this!

Harris: There is a god!

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Los Angeles is on their feet in a frenzy as Logan shoulders out. He sits up in cold sweat and Mannie glares up at Quartermain. Quartermain shrugs and steps toward Logan again... but out of nowhere, AJP slides into the ring and plants Quartermain with her leaping Reverse STO, The Makeunder! Quartermain hits the mat face first and rolls out of the ring in a daze. Mannie watches in a mixture of fear and disbelief and Uncle Charlie rolls out of the ring to check on Alec Quartermain.

West: Zing can’t touch Quartermain or Charlie, and Aubrey can’t touch Kaylyn... but the role reversal seems to be paying off! Amy Zing has completely disposed of Kaylyn and I think Quartermain is unconscious!

Harris: And now Aubrey is alone with Charlie! Somebody, stop her!

Mannie stalks Logan and lifts him up for a Falcon Arrow, but Amy Zing catches Mannie with a roundhouse kick to the back of the head! Mannie staggers and Logan goes to hit Logan with her famed Fenghuang Kick, but Logan ducks! He catches Zing by her wrist throws her out of the ring between the top and middle rope. Zing lands on the outside, roughly.

West: And Logan’s got Mannie!

Harris: Wait, look in front of us-- Kaylyn James Evans just leveled both Aubrey J. Parker and Amy Zing with one of those Tag Team Title belts!

Meanwhile inside the ring, Logan stalks Mannie and gets him in position for the Stryke Force to the delight of the audience!

West: STRYKE FORCE!

Mannie shoves Logan forward-

As Kaylyn James Evans rolls into the ring and sprints at Logan, drilling the Tag Team Championship belt between his eyes. Logan rolls head over heels from the shot and Kaylyn immediately rolls out of the ring while the arena shakes with thunderous boos.

West: NO! KAYLYN JAMES EVANS HAS JUST SCREWED LOGAN ALEXANDER!

Harris: Whoahoahoahoahoa! Were we talking about Power Plays?!

Mannie drops to his knees and hooks the far leg, grinning as he covers Logan.

West: No! God, not this way!

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THREE!

Harris: TOUCHDOWWWWNNN, RAAAVVENNNSSS! Man. Those blackouts really shift momentum, don't they?

The bell rings and immediately, trash and food is hurled into the ring as “Another Way” hits the PA system. Alec Quartermain climbs into the ring, being held up by Uncle Charlie.

Nicky Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner...and NEWWWWWW North American Champion... “The Main Attraction” YOUNG MANNIE!

Charlie snatches the belt from the referee and hands it to Young Mannie. Mannie is nearly in tears as he holds the championship above his head.

West: This is ridiculous. I... The longest reign in North American Championship history has been ruined. Ruined. By Kaylyn James Evans.

The camera focuses on the announce table as Shane West pulls off his headset, casting it aside, and making his way to the backstage area in disappointment.

Harris: Well, I guess that was what it finally took for Shane to shut up! Ladies and gents, my broadcast partner has walked out but make no mistake we have a NEW North American Champion! This means next week, on the first ever LIVE APW Draft on Meltdown, Zing and Mannie will compete for the North American Title in a Steel Cage match-- and then face the winner of Christian Kane vs Tuhoa Valo later that night! It’s going to be epic! WOOOOOO, long live the era of MANNIE!

The crowd boos and continues to pelt the trio of Mannie, Quartermain, and Charlie with trash as they celebrate in the ring with Mannie on his knees in tears, clutching the belt.

The camera focuses on the bodies strewn around the ring. Aubrey J. Parker and Amy Zing are lying side-by-side, motionless at ringside. Kaylyn is smiling to herself, seated in the corner of the ring, looking at Logan who is still motionless in the center of the ring.

Harris: Logan Alexander, welcome to a whole new level of Hell.

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