Meltdown - 02/18/2013 - New York, New York

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West: WELCOME Ladies and Gentlemen to MELTDOWN where coming hot off the Super Show in Chicago, we've got yet ANOTHER hot one for you!

Harris: That's right, and tonight we will crown yet ANOTHER #1 contender!




Nicky Page: On the way to the ring, being led Alec Quartermain he hails from The Commonwealth of Virginia and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds…He is the current APW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIIIONNNN... ‘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 led to the ring by Alec Quartermain while casually walking down the ramp with his custom-made suit 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 he enters the ring. Mannie proceeds to remove the championship, holding it on his shoulder. He walks over to Nicky Paige to snatch the microphone, as he looks around the arena smiling.

West: I see Mannie and Alec but where's Uncle Charlie?

Harris: You worry too much, Shhh! "The Main Attraction" is on.

Mannie: Okay everybody so before even start, let’s get this right one more time.

Mannie walks back over to Paige and tells her something in her ear, as she nods reluctantly.

Nicky Page: Would you please stand on your feet and show your love, for the most dominant and undisputed North American champion in APW history… ‘THE MAIN ATTRACTION’ YOUNG MANNIE!

Mannie shoos away Nicky as he nods in approval.

Mannie: See now that’s an introduction, that’s how you introduce “The Face of APW” when he walks into a room.

Mannie Sucks!

Mannie Sucks!!

Mannie Sucks!!!

Mannie: Are you serious? You’re going to boo me? How could you even boo the man, who is single handily bringing APW to the next level of entertainment & wrestling? How can you boo a man who goes out night after night, stealing the show with his matches just so you can get your money’s worth?

Mannie shakes his head in disgust as he waves his right trigger finger

Mannie: But guess what? I’m not having it; I’ve worked too damn hard and came too damn far for me to be this successful and for what? Too just let all of you ingrates ruin my day? You must be out of your mind! See what I will do is I will get what I am rightfully owed, and don’t get it twisted children. That right I called all of you children, now as too why? Don’t worry thinking about it I will explain it. Well there’s a lot of talk about how am I so “back and forth” when it comes to how I feel about the APW Universe, well let me end this for once and for all.

Mannie pauses as looks all around the arena.

Mannie: The way I feel about all of you is simple, you’re not ready for me! I know your not, because if you were you wouldn’t boo me. But it’s okay because I understand, you people have been so used to paper champions and false idols for so long that you can seem to grasp when the “Real Thing” comes along. I haven’t lied to you people, I haven’t gave your empty dreams nether…All I have been doing is proving what I’ve been saying from the jump. I am “The Main Attraction” and I am your North American champion.

Now whether you like it or not, it doesn’t matter to me because I already know how indecisive you are. So that’s why I call your “children”. Because in a nutshell that’s what you really are, it can be shown from how you choose to react during the shows. You do everything from top to bottom, whether you boo, you cheer, you hi-five, flip the bird, it doesn’t matter. You all react pretty much the same when something happens inside the ring or backstage, that makes you feel like back in your childhood again.

Now trust me when I say this, it’s alright to have a goodtime and reminisce but when you choose display such negative actions towards me, and I will have no choice but to call you out on it. So just like children, you have to be taught a lesson. You will learn that whatever I do is for the good of the business and for your own good.

We Want Amy *Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap*

We Want Amy *Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap*

We Want Amy *Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap*

Mannie: Haha how precious…You children still believe in fairy tales. I thought I explained myself last week? Amy Zing and I are done! There will no more matches between me and her, as far I am concerned…Amy Zing being fired was the best thing to ever happen to Meltdown. She was bringing way too much drama and she made this place an unsafe working environment. So now that she is finally out of my life, it’s time for me to celebrate children. But way something is missing…

Mannie opens up his suit and reaches inside his pocket to pull out a piece of paper along with some reading glasses

Mannie: Now let’s see here, Ahhh that’s right. I’m missing the person who made all of this possible. I am missing the one person who actually saw what I saw something in me, that no one else wanted to see. This person knew what I was “The Main Attraction” and that I was the right one for the future of this business, and that person boys and girls was…

: MEEEE! Haha, it was me!

The crowd boos heavily as a cheerful Sienna Harrison, clad in a blue dress makes her way out from the back, is being escorted down to the ring by Uncle Charlie, while looking around at the audience behind a pair of glasses, earning whistles from several, but-- mainly drowned out by the overwhelming negativity!

Sienna: That's okay. When you boo me-- I know you don't mean it. I've read the dirt sheets. I've seen the results. Meltdown is the highest-rated program on FX now. That didn't happen under Johnny Diamond's tenure-- it happened because of people like me. People like Mr. Duvall. People like...

Sienna has finally reached ringside, being helped up the steel steps by Uncle Charlie, as Alec steps down on the bottom rope allowing her into the ring, smiling at Mannie.

Sienna: People like "The Main Attraction", Young Mannie. Action Packed Wrestling NEEDS Young Mannie!

West: Oh, please...

Harris: Hush your face, Shane!

The crowd boos Sienna wholeheartedly but she just shrugs.

Sienna: Mannie, on behalf of Meltdown, APW, and this ungrateful collection of dirtbags and criminals in New York... Thank you!

She applauds Mannie, but is for the most part alone in her sentiment.

Mannie starts to tearing up as can't help but weep.

No no no...You are too modest, you've helped me so much and I can't explain what everything you done means to me in just 1 show. So Amy if I could just give you something? May I...

Mannie nods at Alec who proceeds to exit the ring to go behind the Time's keeper table, he pulls out a large box as he lifts it over the table sliding it into the ring. Mannie props it back onto it's feet as Sienna now begins to shed a tear.

Mannie: Sienna...I want you to know something, this gift I have right here is coming from deep down within my heart. I hope it can compare to anything I could've said to explain our bond.

Alec and Mannie remove the box as Sienna stands, her hands over her mouth and eyes wide in joy.

Mannie: How about a life portrait of "the Greatest Co-General Manager in Wrestling's history".

Sienna is now crying in happiness as she opens her arms, inviting Mannie over to hug her. Mannie looks around as he promptly hugs Sienna as the two share the moment. Uncle Charlie begins to slow clap, as some members in the crowd join along while others boo.

West: Is this necessary?

Harris: It is! God! Sienna has outdone herself and Mannie's the only one smart enough to commend her!

West: Am I the only one that feels sick?

Harris: You always seem to feel sick when great things happen to great people.

The crowd boos as Mannie and Sienna break apart with Sienna raising Mannie's arm in the air, still wiping tears of joy from her eyes. With her free hand, she raises her microphone to her mouth.

Sienna: Ladies and gentlemen, once again, I give you YOUR APW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION! LET'S HEAR IT FOR THE GREATEST... CHAMPION... EVER! This is how we're kicking off APW's 300th episode! YOU DON'T DESERVE THIS, NEW YORK, BE GRATEFUL!

Confetti begins to fall from the rafters and the crowd only boos louder.

West: Uuuuughhh...

Harris: WOOO, THREE-HUNDRED!

The scene opens backstage. The camera is zoomed in on the wrist watch, yes it’s on someone’s wrist! The camera zooms out and the identity of this watch-wearing person is none other than Meltdown’s resident East Ender, The Guv’nor. He’s looking anxiously at the watch, shaking his head with irritation.

The Guv’nor: Where is that bleeding woman?

Behind him is a door with a sign bearing his name. The Guv’nor opens the door slightly and calls inside.

The Guv’nor: Not sure where she’s got to lads, but hold your horses; she’s probably trying to park the car. You know what women are like.

The Guv’nor closes the door and begins to pace anxiously. Suddenly his attention is drawn elsewhere, and with a nice bit of revealing camera work we see its Sienna Harrison. The Co-GM of Meltdown is walking down the corridor, reading something, presumably, of importance, when The Guv’nor steps across.

The Guv’nor: Hello treacle! You look lost my lovely.

Sienna looks up with a scowl.

Sienna: I am not lost.

Unperturbed by her cold manner, The Guv’nor continues.

The Guv’nor: Tell me, what’s a fit bird like you doing around here? Looking for a bit of male company?

Sienna’s scowl grows even deeper, but The Guv’nor is still not discouraged as he moves forward, forcing Sienna to take a step back until she is pressed against the wall; The Guv’nor just inches away as he places an arm on the wall and leans into her.

The Guv’nor: Tell you what, sweetheart, why don’t you ditch the literature, come with me and I’ll show why good old Len is known as ‘The Guv’nor’.

His eyes drop to his pelvic region, then back to Sienna. She spits back at him.

Sienna: Do you know who I am?

The Guv’nor: I think you’re might just be the girl of my dreams.

He checks her up and down.

The Guv’nor: Yeah, I can see you’ve exactly the sort of sport I’m looking for.

Sienna tries to dig herself back into the wall, as far away from The Guv’nor as possible, when something in the corner of her eye draws her attention. With a smile she says.

Sienna: Isn’t that your fiancé?

The Guv’nor flicks his gaze in the same direction, so too the camera, and we Lenny Lansbury’s fiancé, Cher, struggling through the door carrying what looks like a crate of beer and a shopping bag on each arm. The Guv’nor suddenly straightens up, putting distance between himself and Sienna.

The Guv’nor: Babe! You made it! Thank goodness! Me and the lads are spitting feathers in here.

Cher struggles on, just about stopping herself from dropping the load. The Guv’nor takes a step towards her.

The Guv’nor: Get a move on, love! The lads have been waiting for ages; we’ve got a show to enjoy.

As Cher struggles through the last few steps The Guv’nor marches through the door...

The Guv’nor: Good news lads: the beer is here!

We hear a cheer inside the room, but the door clicks shut on Cher before she can get through. She knocks timidly, The Guv’nor pulls the door open.

The Guv’nor: Bleeding Hell, Cher! We’ll be dead of thirst and starvation the rate you’re taking. Don’t wait on the doorstep, get that grub in here.

Cher struggles through the door. The Guv’nor looks across at Sienna and makes a ‘call me’ gesture, then disappears inside. Sienna scowls again and exhales with frustration before storming off. The scene fades.

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

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first: from Brooklyn, NY; he weighs 162lbs....CID PHOENIX!

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

West: This is the latest attempt at an APW career by Cid Phoenix, and already it feels more successful than the previous ones.

Harris: He destroyed Hano Eiyu last week; I didn’t know he had that kind of aggression in him.

West: It’s a big opportunity for him tonight against a young kid who has come into APW with a lot of hype.

"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.

Paige: Introducing his opponent: from Vancouver, British Columbia; he weighs 224lbs...”THE NEW CANCER”....KEVIN DAHLIA!

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.

West: Alot of people are expecting big things of Kevin Dahlia, but there is a consensus that he has disappointed so far.

Harris: Well there is no time like the present to step up to the mark, and Meltdown is in need of new stars; no reason why Kevin Dahlia can’t become one of them.

Cid Phoenix vs. Kevin Dahlia

The match begins when Cid charges Dahlia, grabbing his head and slamming him down onto his back. Cid follows up with repeated stomps, drawing a comparison from the commentators about Cid on his earlier runs, and this current incarnation. Cid lifts Dahlia and whips him into a corner, charging and landing a corner splash. Cid takes Dahlia by the head drops him with a snapmare, hitting the ropes and connecting with a dropkick to the face. Cid covers, Dahlia gets a shoulder up on the count of two. Cid lifts Dahlia and tries whip him, but its countered and Dahlia lands a middle kick, then he clubs the back of Cid’s head stiffly, follows this up with a European uppercut, and drops Phoenix with a big time arm lariat. Now Dahlia makes the cover and gets a two count from the ref.

West: This is a bit for both these men to prove, and we’re seeing that in their efforts so far.

Harris: History suggest that Cid falls apart when the going gets tough, and this Dahlia kid looks like he has all the ingredients.

Dahlia lifts Cid, takes him into a waistlock and uses his forearm to stun the man who has risen more times from the ashes than the mythical bird from which he draws his name. A German suplex from Dahlia, he tries to bridge, but Cid is able to roll out. Both men get to their feet, Cid favouring his back. Dahlia makes a move, nailing Cid with a knee jawbreaker. Dahlia thinks about a cover, but instead he goes up to the top rope, sets himself and looks for a tornado DDT from the top, but Cid reads it and counters with a mid-air spinning heel kick. Both men remain down for a good half minute.

West: High octane action so far, a fantastic start to what should be another stellar show here in the City That Never Sleeps.

Harris: It’s evenly matched; I’ll be honest I’m having a hard time picking a winner; my online bookies has them at evens right now.

Having taken a time out both men climb back to their feet and exchange a few blows centre ring. Weight advantage swings it the way of Dahlia, and with Cid off balance he is able to duck under a swinging arm and counter it with a single armed bulldog. Dahlia covers.....

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Dahlia lifts Cid, sets him up for Canis Minor, but Cid counters with a monkey flip, follows this up with a hurricanrana, then back on his feet lands a standing moonsault onto Dahlia, getting a solid pop from the crowd. Cid hooks back the legs...

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West: That was a close call, I thought Phoenix had it then.

Now Phoenix is on his feet, stalking Dahlia. He wants the Ace crusher, but Dahlia counters, sending Cid into the ropes. Cid bounces back....arm trap STO from Dahlia. Now a cover...

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Cid throws up a shoulder.

West: Tremendous velocity on that move, how did Cid Phoenix kick out?

Harris: Maybe this guy has toughened up since we last saw him.

Now Dahlia goes in search of Canis Minor again, countered again by Cid, this time with a leg sweep. Cid hits the ropes....ROLLING THUNDER! With extra emphasis put into the splash. No pin attempt this time, more stalking, again Cid after the Ace crusher....

West: Cid could win it with this move!

....but it’s a countered by Dahlia; Cid hits the ropes and....CRUNCH! Dahlia connects with the rolling elbow. It’s another cover...

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Cid kicks out! The crowd cheer; Dahlia is wide eyed with disbelief.

West: This is great heart being shown by Cid Phoenix....he’s really gutsing this one out.

Dahlia lifts Cid looking again for that German suplex, but a couple of back elbow from Cid reverse that one, then....

West: He’s got it! Cid Phoenix has hit that cutter!

Harris: That came out of nowhere!

Cid heads to the top rope, and looks for the frog splash....

West: Oh! Dahlia gets a foot up, it went straight into the sternum of Cid Phoenix.

Cid flops to the mat in a heap. It takes Dahlia a few seconds to get up, but he does and nails Phoenix with Canis Minor, and makes the cover...

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West: And that’s all she wrote!

Winner: Kevin Dahlia

Kevin Dahlia rolls away and raises his arms as he gets back to his feet, looking down at his beaten opponent. Dahlia ascends the turnbuckle and gives out a pose for the crowd.

West: Kevin Dahlia has given his APW a real kick start here; he needed that win tonight and you get the impression he went all out for it tonight.

Harris: Impressive stuff from Dahlia; Cid Phoenix showed he is now fool tonight, and both have bright futures here on Meltdown.

[T-Marv]

The scene cuts backstage where Knoxville is seen walking away from the locker rooms with a smile on his face. As he walks by, he looks at the camera with a grin on his face and eyes slightly red.

Knoxville: "Well, that's that. Lets get ready for business..."

As he walks away, a stinch of skunk lingers in the air. Turning the corner, he looks back at the camera once again before turning his back revealing a single black rose in his left hand. The camera then slowly moves down the hall towards the locker rooms. In front of Niobi's door in particular, a vase of black roses sit on the floor with a note attached to a stem which reads; "Good luck. I've got my eye on you." The scene then slowly fades out.

The scene cuts backstage where Tuhoa Valo is standing outside the office door of Alexander Duvall and Sienna Harrison. The door swings open, and out into the hall walks Sienna. Very “on edge”, Sienna seems worried about something…

The Finnish Phenom
You get it?

Sienna Harrison
Yeah, I got it. But… Why?

The Finnish Phenom
It’s simple, Sienna. I’m just covering my own ass. We all thought things would go the way we planned, but it hasn’t really worked out for us, has it?

Sienna Harrison
Don’t give me that! We’ve given you several chances to get the North American Championship. Don’t blame us, you should be blaming yourself.

The Finnish Phenom
Fair enough. Still, I’ve got to make sure that after tonight, I’ve still got a job.

Sienna Harrison
You don’t have to do this! Wait until RassleMania!

The Finnish Phenom
So what? You and Duvall can plot some master plan with Jeff to get me out of here? No, I don’t think so. Tonight, the whole world finds out. It’s up to you, though. They either get told the WHOLE story, or they don’t. That part, is up to you.

The door to the office swings open again, and coming into the hallway is Alexander Duvall.

Alexander Duvall
Sienna, someone is on the phone for you.

Sienna stares at Valo with a disgusted look on her face, and slowly walks back into the office, leaving the two men outside to discuss business. Duvall reaches into his sports coat and pulls out what looks to be some kind of contract. He hands it over to Valo, who looks at it for a moment.

The Finnish Phenom
I know this is unfair to you. Unfair, and completely wrong. But the fact remains… You know the kind of man that I am. You knew that before this plan even started to unravel. You knew I’d pull something like this, if I didn’t get my way. But with this…

Valo shakes the paper in the air.

The Finnish Phenom
This ensures that I DO get my way.

Alexander Duvall
You… You know this is blackmail, right?

The Finnish Phenom
I always found that to be a rather racist word. I mean, why is it “BLACKmail”? Why couldn’t it be…

Alexander Duvall
Just stay on subject.

The Finnish Phenom
Fine.

Valo takes a pen out of his pocket, and signs the paper. He then separates the documents, handing one to Duvall, and sticking the other in his back pocket. He pats Alexander on the shoulder, trying to reassure him.

Alexander Duvall
It doesn’t have to be like this.

The Finnish Phenom
Oh, but it does. Look at it this way… Now, both of our jobs are safe. Because if I were to have gone down, Alex… I would have taken you with me. But now, neither of us have to go. Isn’t that sweet?

Duvall looks at Valo with the same disgusted look that Sienna had previously given to him. Valo chuckles to himself, getting great pleasure out of the business he’s just done with the “boss”.

The Finnish Phenom
It’s been a pleasure doing business with you, boss. Make sure you watch the end of the show. This one’s going to be a doozy!

Valo struts off, delighted to have done this business, leaving Alexander Duvall to contemplate his regret.

West: What in the hell was that about? What is Valo up to?

Harris: I don’t have a clue!

We return to the ring where generic music is playing over the PA system and the audience is cheering for JC Styles, who stands in the ring, pacing back and forth.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for ONE fall! Introducing first, in the ring, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds, JC Styles!

West: And tonight we look forward to the debut from JC Styles here on Meltdown. And he takes on... This man!

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 McDonald comes out with a cocky smirk on his face.

Paige: His opponent, from Edinburgh, Scotland, weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds... "The Scottish Sensation" EVANNNN MCDONALD!

Evan kisses an attractive woman at ringside before he rolls into the ring and poses for the crowd as they boo him.

West: And now we're ready for action! Who do you have your money on?

Harris: I've never bet against an Evan before. It's bad luck.

Singles' Match
Evan McDonald vs JC Styles

The bell rings and McDonald continues to play to some women in the front row-- but JC Styles clobbers him from behind, knocking him into the ropes! McDonald begins to throw fists into McDonald's back and McDonald cries out in pain. The crowd cheers and McDonald turns around, right into an elbow to the jaw that knocks him to the ground!

West: Wow! Who would've seen this coming?!

Harris: This is... Surprising, to say the least.

JC Styles starts to go up to the top rope-- but McDonald grabs him from behind and drills him to the mat with a Back Suplex! JC Styles slowly gets up, but turns into a kick to the gut followed by a Powerbomb!

Harris: Ahh, yes. Things make sense again.

McDonald yells for the jeering fans to "SHUT THE HELL UP!" as they boo him, but laughs afterward, giving them a dismissive wave. He winks at another lady in the audience before scooping JC Styles up off the mat, delivering another kick to the stomach before placing him in a double underhook-- and drilling him with a Tiger Driver!

Harris: Scottish Pride!

West: JC Styles may be unconscious, and-- oh, for the love of God. Look at this disrespectful cover.

McDonald grins as he places his boot on Styles' face. The ref reluctantly makes the count.

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Paige: Here is your winner... "The Scottish Sensation" EVAN MCDONALLLLLD!

West: Impressive, and decisive win by Evan McDonald here tonight.

Harris: Never bet against an Evan, hahah! Thanks for comin', JC.

Evan exits the ring with a cocky grin on his face as our cameras cut to the backstage area.

Our fans boo as we see Sienna Harrison standing in the office, staring at the life-sized picture that Mannie gifted to her earlier in the night. She is standing next to Robina Hood, who looks at the picture with just as much apparent interest as Sienna.

Sienna: Isn't it beautiful?

Robina: I love it. It's almost as great as the real thing... except... nothing is comparable to the real thing, so of course, it isn't! But it almost is. Because it's you.

Sienna: Eek, I know! I love it! Don't you love it?

Robina: I love it!

Sienna: It's so perfect.

Robina turns to Sienna, taking both of her hands and smiling up at her.

Robina: Like-- like--

Sienna: Like you? Yes, baby, like you! Now go get ready for your main event. Kick some ass. For me, yes?

Robina smiles brightly and nods.

Robina: I love you, Sienna!

Sienna: Awwww, I knowwwww!

Sienna gives Robina an "air kiss" and Robina turns, skipping out of the room. Sienna sighs and goes back to admiring her life-sized portrait-- but stops as the camera pans out, revealing Alexander Duvall standing behind her, clearly not amused.

Duvall: I don't like her.

Sienna glares and turns around, looking at him.

Sienna: I don't think she likes you either.

Duvall: Sienna, what if she loses? What if she doesn't get the job done tonight? What do we do then?

Sienna looks away for a while and then turns to Duvall, laughing hysterically.

...And she keeps laughing.

Sienna falls to one knee, laughing, until her face is red. Duvall looks around, worriedly. He groans and crosses his arms.

Duvall: WHAT, may I ask, is so FUNNY?! You saw what the Guv'Nor did to me last week! The damn "Made in Hackney" bloke with all of his-- his-- his-- I HATE HIM! I RECRUITED THE BEST, DIDN'T I?! I'd bloody well better have my cash worth, Sienna, because I'm a bit over the run-around, and the games, and the disrespect. Amy Zing punched me in my gut last week, and we fired her, and you know what?

It felt good, Sienna, being able to remind these people whose show this is. It felt good, and I don't wanna give any of that up. Not a bit of it, do you follow me?

Sienna stands up, still grinning.

Sienna: You Englishmen... You worry too much.

Duvall sighs, but Sienna raises a hand to his cheek, smirking up at him.

Sienna: Tonight isn't just about... The Guv'Nor. It's not just about Robina. It's about us. It's about...

Sienna looks away for a moment and then turns back to Duvall.

Sienna: There won't be anymore chaos on Meltdown. Just havoc. I promise.

Duvall: Is that any better?

Sienna winks.

Sienna: Much.

Our scene fades to black.

[T-Marv]

The scene opens backstage in the designated ‘interview area’ for Monday Night Meltdown. Hannah Storm is standing by with a microphone.

Storm: Ladies and gentlemen, I am joined at this time by one of Meltdown’s newest Megastars, The Guv’nor – a man who boasts that he was MADE on the streets of London’s East End.

The camera zooms out slightly to reveal the cocksure presence of said Megastar. Kitted out in his usual ring attire of white vest, jeans and black boots, The Guv’nor looks exactly as he is: the boss, the top dog, the guv’na!

Storm: Guv’nor last week you incurred the wrath of our co-GM Alexander Duvall, and tonight you face what many deem a punishment by teaming with Mr. Dangerous against an intimidating team consisting of Robina Hood and “The Finnish Phenom” Tuhao Valo.

The Guv’nor: Aren’t they a couple of delights, treacle? By the way, Miss Storm, aren’t you a sweet little crumpet yourself?

The Guv’nor checks out the interview, who blushes and mutters ‘why thank you’.

The Guv’nor: Yeah, just tighten up those abs a little, do some pilates to round off that arse of yours, maybe a little surgery, nip and tuck here, and maybe The Guv’nor would consider showing you the upholstery of his chez lounge.

Suddenly The Guv’nor slaps Hannah on the rump, gives out a dirty guttural snigger, then snaps.

The Guv’nor: Now get on with it, sweet cheeks. The people haven’t come to watch you throw yourself at me like an Irish tart.

Hannah finds herself a little flustered; The Guv’nor rips the mic away from her and turns her around.

The Guv’nor: See that guy over there?

She nods.

The Guv’nor: He looks desperate. Now piss off!

He puts a foot on her backside and thrust her out of the shot. Turning to the camera The Guv’nor begins to speak.

The Guv’nor: Listen here, I understand we’ve got a few straights running this show and they deem it fit it try and flex their muscles for the new guys. I don’t care whether Alexander Duvall likes The Guv’nor; he can line up every single mug he can find to square off with me and the end result will be the same. I’m marking your card, Duvall: you got a problem with me, you can’t miss me, I’m big mouthy bastard with the lairy temper and a couple of lunatics for fists. Play it straight, you mug, don’t hide behind your flavours of the month like the slaggy plastic gangsters I used deal with EVERY day of the month. But if you ever step up to that mark, sunshine, I promise I’ll rip your eye balls out and replace them with your cobblers just for shoots and giggles.

The Guv’nor is distracted by something off screen. He turns, and with the aid of the cameraman, we see a male figure kitted out identically to The Guv’nor.

The Guv’nor: Who are you?

The male tries to speak, but The Guv’nor stops him.

The Guv’nor: Wait, you’re some yankee nipper looking for an autograph. How did you get back here? But it’s cute, I like the way you’ve dressed up like a little mini Guv’nor. That’s real sound, mate.

?: I’m not a fan, I work here.

The Guv’nor: Oh, they’ve got the cleaners in, yeah? It’s fancy dress and you came as your hero, The Guvnor.

?: No, it’s me, Mr. Dangerous. I’m your partner tonight.

As the realisation dawns on the crowd, they laugh at Mr. Dangerous’ ridiculous get up.

The Guv’nor: Oh, you’re Mr. Dangerous!

Mr. Dangerous beams.

The Guv’nor: What a bleeding card you are, sunshine. Come here, shake The Guv’nor’s hand.

Mr. Dangerous takes The Guv’nor’s hand, but....BANG! Mr. Dangerous is floored by a headbutt from his partner. The Guv’nor looks down at Mr. Dangerous, shaking his head.

The Guv’nor: What a plonker!

The Guv’nor turns back to the camera.

The Guv’nor: Anyway, as I was gabbing, right. I’ll take on this challenge that Duvall has set up for me tonight, this punishment or whatever. I’ve never stepped away from a challenge in my life, and I’m definitely not going to break a habit of a lifetime for some muggy git in a suit. Leave it awt!

The Guv’nor takes a brief pause, as if composing his thoughts.

The Guv’nor: Speaking of leaving it out. Tuhoa Valo’s been at the Schnapps again, and like a drunkard who beats his stepkiddies, so too this guy has got a real bit of aggro for the fans.

I don’t get it – you hate the fans Valo; why? Because they don’t like you? Leave it out, mate! Have you ever given them a reason to like you? All I see is some slag with a right attitude problem, and that’s nothing a few solid slaps cannot fix up.

Valo says he loves the wrestling business, but all I seem to get from him is some mug complaining how the wrestling business never gave him what he thinks he is owed. We got these slags in the East End, moaning and groaning about how life didn’t give them an ounce. Here’s some ‘deep’ factual for you, bruv: life owes you nuffin!

You got to take what you can, sunshine, ‘cause there’s no charity in this world. Valo, you can chirp away like a songbird about how I lack the credentials, but that won’t mean a bit of difference when I knock you spark out in that ring later tonight. I can see you got a real chip on your shoulder, mate: about me, about whose running Meltdown, about who calls the shots and gets the shots. Here’s the thing: I never asked to be put in the main event; I can’t control that, so I can hardly be blamed for it.

But if you’re a little sussed about me, bruv, no worries, no aggro. We can do something about all of that tonight, and I’m sure you’ll have changed your mind about me and whether I have ‘paid my dues’ when I give you exactly what you are ‘owed’: my two friends here....

The Guv’nor raises his fists.

The Guv’nor: ....that got a right sweet spot for your chin, matey. I think they need acquainting.

The crowd cheer.

The Guv’nor: I’ve got you all figured out, Valo. Your problem is you’re always looking backwards – how you did this, how you did that. But here’s a bit of scholarly advise for you: a man who keeps looking to the past is one who doesn’t have a future.

You’ll understand all that when I drop you later for the mouthy, no cobblers mug that you are.

There is another positive response from the crowd as The Guv’nor pauses.

The Guv’nor: Then there is the third wheel in all of this: Robina Hood. In some ways I have to admire this little bit of crumpet. It’s a dogged, rough as a pikey world out there. It’s a struggle for most men, or excuses for people who call themselves men; but to see a woman carving a place of her own in this lairy business is....well, it’s one of those Christmas card moments.

Listen lovely, you got my respect. To front up the way you have shows you got more balls than most of them on this roster. Unlike Aloe Vera in your corner, at least you got the wherewithal to make it your own way in this world, and I don’t see you complaining how the world has stacked the odds against you.

But whether you’re some roided ‘chick with dick’, some sweet little girl fighting for feminism whatever, or just some nutty bird who is permanently on the rag; it don’t change how I feel about you. I didn’t create this situation, so don’t expect any sympathy....but then you’ve got some bottle, right, so I wouldn’t expect you to ask.

However, I’ll smash your jaw in two as quickly as I would Valo’s, Young Mannie’s, or King Kong himself. I don’t care whether Sienna thinks you’re ‘the perfect megastar’ or ‘the perfect tampon’, who or what you are will not excuse you from the bovver I intend on giving you in the ring.

You see, I’ve got to a bit of a point to prove myself: it’s not about whose sex is better, whose nationality is better, who can pump more iron, or pull more locker room hand jobs on the show. The point is this: I’m a lunatic, as tasty and as nutty as I look; I’m MADE IN HACKNEY, and I’m going to top of this show......FAST!

The Guv’nor drops the mic and walks off the set as the scene fades to a ‘Rasslemania IX’ promo.

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.

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

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.

Nicky Paige: The following contest is a one-on-tag HANDICAP match scheduled for one fall! First, in the ring, at a combined weight of 515 pounds, Leon "The Virus" Roberts and Jake "McLovin" Titan, THE NATURAL BOORRRNNN KILLLAAAAAAAAAZ!

The guitars begin to sound as "American High" by Machine Head plays over the arena. The lights dim and the entrance stage fills with smoke as bright green and white strobe lights flicker over the arena. The drums in the intro begin to beat heavily as it echoes over the arena. A bright white light shines from the entrance way as the silhouette of a man stands there. The guitars then begin to play heavy as Tommy Knoxville walks out from the back and out into the open. He stands there on the stage for a moment with his arms by his side as he looks over the arena before moving his body with the music and banging his head. He then begins to walk down the aisle as a loud voice fills the arena.

"I was that kid sittin' over
in the corner,
smiling with a shit-eating
grin
And I was that kid smilin' in
the back of class
'cause I'm fryin' on mescaline
I was that kid drinkin' 40's
on the bleachers
getting drunk after school
Gettin' home too late,
fallin' on my face,
way too drunk to skate
and actin' a fool"

Nicky Paige: And their opponent, from Long Beach, California weighing 223 pounds, TOMMY KNOXVIIILLLLLLLLE!

The song continues to play over the arena with power as Knoxville slowly approaches the ring. He then slides into the ring and climbs to his feet. He walks around the ring for a moment just before walking over to the corner and looking over the crowd once more. He then climbs the turnbuckle and holds his arms out looking above pumping his fist with the music. He then jumps down and spins around facing the center of the ring by the time he lands on his feet. Bouncing back and forth staring across the ring in the opposing corner Knoxville prepares himself as the music slowly begins to fade.

West: Tommy dominated in a Battle Royal last week on the Meltdown Draft Supershow, eliminating every single person in the ring!

Harris: Yeah well he made a dumb decision tonight. Your second match back in the company- hell, in the COUNTRY- and you choose a handicap match? He couldve picked anything!

West: It's all about making a statement.

Handicap Match
Natural Born Killaz (Jake Titan & Leon Roberts) vs Tommy Knoxville

Between the two members of the Killaz, Titan agrees to start off with Knoxville. They lock up, and Titan is quick to get behind him and hit a forearm to the back of the head. Knoxville angrily turns around and charges Titan, but Titan side-steps and switches into a rear wasitlock, hitting a German Suplex! Knoxville is folded up, but rolls back to his feet. Titan runs at him and hits a Cross Body! Knoxville pushes him off before he can get the pin, but as he gets up, Titan nails an axe handle. Knoxville staggers back, falling to one knee. Titan hits the ropes again but as he comes back, Knoxville counters with a rotating Scoop Slam! The crowd cheers, getting behind Knoxville who then takes Titan down with a series of Shoulder Blocks, then a Swinging Neckbreaker! Knoxville is rolling, picking Titan up once more and throwing him throat-first over the middle rope! Knoxville hops up to the top and the crowd roars, realizing he’s going for a modified Guillotine Leg Drop, but Roberts makes his way to the corner, yelling for Knoxville to climb down. This distraction is all Titan needs to grab Knoxville from behind and hit an Electric Chair Drop!

West: Knoxville might’ve just gotten the back of his skull cracked with that!

Harris: Come on! Can we acknowledge that epic display of teamwork?

Titan tags Roberts in. The larger Roberts grabs as he begins to force Knoxville up by means of a headlock, but he’s countered with a Jawbreaker! Roberts holds his chin, and he’s taken down with several Dropkicks by Knoxville, who then hits a Shoulder Neckbreaker! Roberts is slow getting to his feet and Knoxville goes to the top, hitting a Diving Front Dropkick! Roberts climbs up again, shocked. Knoxville charges him and knocks him into the corner with a Shoulder Block! Knoxville charges the corner and leaps onto the second rope in front of Roberts. He begins to strike him across the forehead, the crowd counting along with each illegal closed fist. The referee begins to count Knoxville out with a warning... but Roberts grabs Knoxville around the waist and runs forward to drill him down with a running Bearhug Slam! Knoxville groans in pain and rolls to the ropes. Roberts is up too and tags Titan back in.

Harris: Think Tommy regrets this match yet?

West: Somehow, I doubt it. Titan’s on the top rope!

Harris: “SuperBad” is going to fly!

Titan comes down across Knoxville’s neck with a crushing Diving Leg Drop before hooking the leg!

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West: Knoxville’s still in this!

Titan shakes his head at Knoxville as he lifts him up. He nails a Fallaway Slam and goes for another cover, but scores another count of 2! Titan laughs a little, maybe in disbelief!

He picks Knoxville up and goes for a Vertical Suplex, but Knoxville counters with a Drop Toehold Facebreaker! Titan groans in pain and gets up, only to be hit with a T-Bone Suplex! Knoxville leaps up to the top rope and hits a Moonsault to the stirring Titan! He starts to hook his leg for the pin, but runs to the corner, nailing Roberts with a Dropkick as Roberts starts to enter the ring!

West: I dunno if that was called for or not, but it was effective.

Harris: And I don’t think Jake Titan liked that one much!

Jake Titan hits Knoxville from behind with a Bulldog! He looks down at Roberts on the outside and turns back to Knoxville. Roberts gets back up to the apron and Titan grabs Knoxville, throwing him back-first into the corner, tagging in Roberts. The two of them stomp Knoxville in the corner until the referee breaks it up. Roberts drags Knoxville into the middle of the ring and Knoxville slaps his hands away and begins to light him up with closed fists, followed by a calf kick! He gets up behind Roberts and nails a Cobra Clutch Slam before waiting for Roberts to climb to his feet once more and hitting a Leg Lariat! Knoxville then goes out to the top rope as he looks down at Robert in the middle of the ring.

West: He’s going for that Frog Splash!

Harris: But here’s Jake Titan!

Titan runs to the corner, but Knoxville kicks him away! Titan falls from the apron to the floor and Knoxville turns back toward Roberts, who is on his feet. Knoxville jumps off, but Roberts catches him, and then shifts him up onto his shoulders.

West: Uh-oh...

Leon Roberts then shifts Knoxville into a Military Press.

Harris: Is Tommy Knoxville Hellbound?!

Roberts then drives Knoxville to the mat with a Chokeslam!

West: HELLBOUND CHOKESLAM!!!

Harris: Roberts covers Knoxville!

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Nicky Paige: Here are your winners, Leon Roberts, Jake Titan, the Natural Born Killaaaaaaaaz!

West: GREAT effort by Tommy Knoxville, but he couldn’t get it done against Meltdown’s fastest rising tag team!

Harris: Yeah, well, I think the message has gotten across. He made his impact. His name is known. This isn’t over, whatever this was!

[T-Marv]

We cut backstage where Hannah Storm is standing with Tuhoa Valo.

Hannah Storm
Tuhoa… Earlier tonight, we saw you exchange not only words, but paperwork with the Meltdown GM. What was all of that about?

Tuhoa looks at Hannah for a moment, before chuckling to himself.

The Finnish Phenom
Just make sure you watch the end of the show.

Valo walks off after delivering this very vague response, strutting yet again down the hallway in a “chipper” mood

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…

"Animals" by Nickleback starts plays, and the crowd stars booing. As they continue to boo, a single purple light glides to the middle of the entrance stage, sitting there as the chorus starts playing over the speakers. Once the chorus starts, Megan pushes the curtain away and walks onto the stage, smirking as she stands in the center of the purple spotlight. She leans forward, bending at her waist as she blows a kiss to everyone in the crowd, smirking as she straightens up and they continue to boo her.

Paige: Introducing first from Seattle, Washington and weighing in at 126 pounds….. The Burning Star MEGAN ANDREWS!!!!

She begins to sashay down the entrance ramp, the smirk staying on her face as she got closer and closer to the ring. Upon reaching the ring, Megan hops onto the ring apron and does a bit of light bouncing, getting herself psyched up a bit before stepping between the middle and top ropes, standing there for a moment to shake her ass before straightening up in the ring. As she walks around the ring with her arms raised in the air, Megan can be heard shouting, "I'm the Burning Star, bitches!" at the fans as they continue to boo her.

West: Here she comes, the newest member of the APW roster set to make her debut tonight!

Harris: And I’ve heard all about this one Shane, I expect big things from her in APW! And sexy things for that matter.

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

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

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

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

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

West: Martin’s had a bad run in with the Meltdown GM’s lately, as well as Robina Hood!

Harris: She’s a real bitch, and living up to her name of Nightmare.

Niobe Martin vs. Megan Andrews

Megan Andrews ducks under a Niobe Martin clothesline and hits the ropes. She nails a Flying Headscissors and goes for a quick cover.

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Andrews pulls up Martin who knocks her hands away and hits her with a couple hard chops to the chest followed by a kick to the gut and hits a firemans carry followed by a standing moonsault. She hooks the leg.

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Niobe gets to her feet and charges a rising Megan and receives an armdrag. She runs back and gets another that Niobe counters into an arm drag of her own. Niobe throws her into the ropes and when Megan returns she tries for a Back Body drop but Megan lands on her feet, hits the ropes and takes her down with a tilt a whirl neckbreaker!


West: Fast and furious action by the ladies here!

Harris: Usually I have to pay extra for this kind of girl on girl.

Megan hits a snap suplex and pulls Niobe up to a seating position before runs and hits a dropkick to her face before making the cover for a two count. Megan hits a huricanranna on Niobe after she rises to her feet. Megan nails a Russian leg sweep and follows it up with an Ankle lock! Niobe screams in pain as Megan tries to twist her ankle harder. Niobe starts to crawl towards the ropes, getting closer and closer. Just as she’s about to reach the ropes, Megan pulls her away to the middle of the ring. Niobe manages to turn and holds herself up with her arms and brings her feet. She kicks the living shit out of her until she drops the ankle. Niobe charges, but Megan back body drops her out of the ring. Niobe lands HARD on the outside to boos from the crowd. Niobe holds her back as the Ref gets to a 7 count before rolling back in the ring. Megan stomps on her and pulls her up hitting a Reverse STO. She rolls her over for the pin

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West: Megan is impressing here in her debut.

Harris: Of course she is. She’s but a quick hurting on Martin and doesn’t seem to be letting up any time soon!.

Megan grabs her for a Running bulldog, but Niobe pushes her off into the turnbuckle. She dropkicks her in the back and on the rebound hits a flying spinning wheel kick to the back of the head of Andrews. She makes a quick cover for a two count. Niobe stomps on Megan and waits for her to get up. She runs with a hard knee to the head. She pulls Megan back up and hits a rolling snap mare. She hooks in the Annaconda Vice and holds it for a while as Megan screams in pain. Megan claws and pulls at Niobe’s hair and face. She sticks a thumb in her eye and Niobe drops the hold. When they both get up, Megan jumps for a hurincanrana but gets tossed off by Niobe who grabs a charging Megan for a hard spinebuster! She hits a hard corkscrew Elbow drop on Megan and makes the cover getting a LONG two count! She locks on a Cross face but Megan tries to battle out of it. She gets to her feet with Niobe still trying to take her down. Megan tosses her into the ropes, but Niobe springboards off and hits a Hurricanrana hooking both legs for a cover.

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West: Whoa! That was close. Impressive run there from Niobe..

Harris: But not impressive enough. WAIT where’s she going?

Niobe Martin climbs the turnbuckle to loud cheers from the crowd! She poses for a second before leaping off with the Hulicination
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West: WHOA! Out of no where.

Harris: What a Debut!!!

She covers.

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Winner: Megan Andrews!

Megan celebrates to boos from the crowd!

[T-Marv]

ackstage, the camera catches up with Knoxville as he walks towards the back exit of the building with his duffle bag in hand and a half empty 24 oz. beer in the other. Kicking the door open with his foot, he takes a drink from the beer before stepping out into the cold night air. He then walks a few steps and drops his bag to his side and pulls out a cigarette and places it between his lips. He then looks back and notices the camera behind him.

Knoxville: "I almost didn't realize you were right there. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were stalkin' me. [censored] it, I guess I have a secong to chat with you before my cab arrives."

Pulling out his lighter, he lights the cigarette as it hangs from his lips and takes another drink from his beer.

Knoxville: "Well, tonight went about just as expected. What can I say, I just don't give a [censored] when it comes to stepping in that ring. Whether it be one, two or twenty men... someone's goin' to know I was there. This is two weeks in a row of bein' in matches with multiple people all comin' for the new guy back on the block. Hell, just wait 'till someone gets me one on one. I was born for this. Whatever it takes to make the fans happy and boost my reputation consider it done. I've screwed around a lot in my career and it's finally startin' to hit home with me. I'm twenty eight years old, it's time to drop the games and get serious with this career path I chose for myself. I've got my sights on that North American championship. Leon said it best earlier, I could have used my pick a little more wisely and went straight for the champ. What's the fun in that? My time will come APW. Consider this a warning, my time will come. [censored] it, here's my cab. Until next week ladies and gentlemen... it's been real."

Knoxville takes a couple more drags from the cigarette as the cab rolls around the corner. He then finishes off his beer and grabs his duffle bag from the ground. As the cab comes to a stop, he opens the door but looks back briefly before getting in.

Knoxville: "Natural Born Killaz... This ain't over, far from it. Took two of you bitches to barely hold me down. You won't be so lucky next time..."

Knoxville then gets in the cab and closes the door as it slowly pulls away and we fade out.



Nicky Page: “On the way to the ring, accompanied by Uncle Charlie and Alec Quartermain, he hails from The Commonwealth Of Virginia and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds…He is the current APW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIIIONNNN... ‘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 lead to the ring by Uncle Charlie & Alec Quartermain. Mannie casually walks down the ramp brushing off fans. Mannie and company head towards ringside as they get to the commentary table, Mannie and Uncle Charlie take their seats while shaking hands with Dick. The two adjust their seats as Alec Quartermain stands watch by the commentary table.

Paige: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is to determine the new number one contender for the Action Packed Wrestling NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPIOOOOONNNNSSHHIIIIP!

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

Paige: Introducing first, from Pittsburg, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 200 pounds, he is the 2011 APW Rising Star, WARREENNNN PEEEEEEEACE!

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.

"I'm Simply...Trevor Hyatt"

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.

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.

Paige: Introducing his opponent, from Trenton, New Jersey, weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds... 'Simply' TREVOORRRR HYYYAAAAATTTT!

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.

Harris: So... Do you actually know who Seth Hyatt is?

West: I’ve heard of him.

Harris: Bull. I call bull.

West: In any event, we have a special guest here at ringside... The North American Champ, Young Mannie!

Harris: And don’t forget Uncle Charlie!

West: Who could forget?

Uncle Charlie: If your so happening to be listening right now, that is correct. The one and only Uncle Charlie is on the mic tonight.

Mannie: And not to be outdone by your North American Champion, The Main Attraction. so six back


Harris: Who do you think’s gonna win, Uncle Charlie?

Uncle Charlie: I really don't care who wins, it just means more T.V. more my nephew and more money. So whether its Hyatt or Peace it doesn't matter, the same result will happen. Mannie wins.

Harris: Ha! I’m personally pulling for Regis’ God-son. Can’t have enough celebrities on these shows!

Mannie: You want to talk celebrites West? I know quite the few, I mean who can forget the time I bought Deion Saunders to APW? We danced the roof of the Tokyo Dome that night.

West: Well, there’s the bell, and our match is underway!

Mannie: How dare you interrupt me Shane?

Uncle Charlie: Yeah how dare you interrupt the "Face Of APW"? You are lucky he's in a good mood, because otherwise you would be out of a job right now.

Number One Contender’s Match for the APW North American Championship
Warren Peace vs “Simply” Trevor Hyatt

The bell rings and the Hyatt immediately runs at Peace but is stopped with a knee to the gut and a European Uppercut! Hyatt hits the ground and gets back up, turning into a Savate Kick to the midsection. Hyatt drops to his knees and Peace shoots the ropes, returning with a Low Dropkick! Hyatt is thrown onto his back, but rolls onto his stomach to prevent the cover.

West: Smart thinking there by Hyatt!

Mannie: Smart? Pshh...All he did was rollover. Now If it was me in there and not Peace, I would've dropped Hyatt for good with a real Europeon Uppercut.

Peace gets Hyatt to his feet and Irish Whips him toward the ropes. Peace goes for another Dropkick, but Hyatt holds onto the ropes and Peace lands awkwardly on his hip. He starts to get up, but he’s leveled as Hyatt runs forward, hitting a knee to the jaw! Peace hits the ground and Hyatt goes out to the top turnbuckle, landing a Missile Dropkick to the crowd’s delight! Peace is surprised by the maneuver and rolls out to the apron. Hyatt comes after him, grabbing him from behind, but Peace grabs Hyatt’s hair and leaps off the apron, choking him over the top rope! Hyatt hits the canvas and Peace smirks at Seth Hyatt who shakes his head in disapproval. Peace hops up to the apron and goes to the top turnbuckle, mocking Hyatt by shouting “SIMPLY!” down at him. Hyatt gets up and Peace dives off, going for a Missile Dropkick-- but Hyatt grabs his legs and plants him on the ground with a modified Spinebuster! Peace arches his back in pain and Trevor Hyatt lifts his legs and flips over him for a bridge pin!

Harris: Warren Peace is down!

West: Trevor Hyatt might pick it up after a second failed Dropkick from Peace! The count!

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THRRRRE- Kickout!

Charlie: What a dumbass! Who misses a drop kick twice?

West: You were a split second away from defending your title against the impressive Trevor Hyatt!

Mannie: Who?

Peace is slower than Trevor climbing back to hi feet, and is thus unable to entirely defend himself as Hyatt runs to the corner and bounces from the second rope, back to Peace, and nails a Springboard Hurricanrana-- the “Simply Flawless!” The crowd is on their feet and Hyatt goes out to the apron once more, measuring Warren Peace, waiting with anticipation. Peace staggers to his feet and turns around as Trevor Hyatt leaps up onto the top rope, going for a Springboard Plancha-- but Peace captures Hyatt on his shoulders for a moment, only to throw him backwards and hit an Alley-Oop Facebuster! Hyatt cries out in agony, clutching his ribs as he climbs his feet. He turns and Peace nails a Spike DDT! Hyatt crawls to his feet, and Peace drops him from behind with a Reverse DDT this time! He hooks his far leg!

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West: And this time, Peace almost got it!

Harris: The champ isn’t worried! He’ll take on any and all challengers. Sienna said it herself-- he’s the best champion ever!

Charlie: Your damn right! Too make that statement even more valid, My nephew has been undefeated since returning to Meltdown.

Mannie: I am the best on this show, and this title cements that. So If these two wants to beat the hell of each other to just me another footnote in Meltdown history, well then by means do that.

Peace and Hyatt fight to their feet, with Peace stunning Hyatt with an elbow to the jaw. Peace rebounds off the ropes and hits a Clothesline. Hyatt goes down and Peace follows up with a Scoop Slam! He then signals for the end and drags Hyatt toward the ropes by his hair! Peace hops up to the second rope and begins to pull Hyatt up with him-- but Hyatt counters with a Northern Lights Suplex from the second rope! The crowd roars and Peace is drilled to the canvas! He cries out in pain and stands up, turning around right into a Fireman’s Carry by Hyatt, followed by an Airplane Spin Cutter! Both men are down and Seth Hyatt applauds and whistles on the outside! His son goes out to the apron and climbs up to the top turnbuckle once more.

West: More high risk from Hyatt! Will it pay off-- OH GOD!

Peace leaps up onto the top rope in one swoop and hits Hyatt with a knee to his jaw! Peace falls back down to the second rope but climbs to the top again and begins to pull Hyatt down into a standing headscissors, going for the Piledriver from the top-- but Hyatt shoves him back! Peace lands on the canvas and rolls to a standing position, breathing heavily. Hyatt leaps from the top and nails a Diving Spear! He hooks the leg!

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Mannie: That wasn't even impressive!

Charlie: Right...My nephew could do that baby move blindfolded.

Hyatt slams one fist on the mat in frustration, and his father begins clapping his hands, trying to will the crowd behind him. The crowd claps rhythmically for Hyatt and he nods his head, waiting for Peace to get up. Warren Peace climbs up to his feet and Hyatt nails a kick to the midsection. He shoots the ropes and rebounds-- but Peace hits a Back Body Drop that rocks Hyatt! Hyatt cries out in pain and turns around as Peace grabs him by the hair, pulling him into the corner again. He lifts Hyatt up into a standing headscissors-- and leaps from the top rope, driving Hyatt to the ground with a Diving Piledriver!

West: THE PEACEMAKER!

Peace makes the cover, looking at Young Mannie as he does.

Harris: This is it!

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Paige: Your winner... And the new number one contender to the APW North American Championship, Warren Peace!

West: Wow! How do you feel about that, Mannie? If Peace hits that-- he could take that championship right off your waist!

Mannie: That's cute Shane but you know what I will say this. Peace earned his match against me tonight, but you can believe me when I say he also earned a himself a Fatal Attraction with me.

With that, Mannie and Charlie get to their feet, making their way away from the table. They lock eyes with Warren Peace as they make their way around ringside. Peace never lets his eyes leave Mannie, smirking as the ref raises his arm in victory.

[T-Marv]

The cameras return to the ring where the New York crowd is on their feet, clearly pleased by whatever Hannah Storm, who is standing in the ring with a microphone, and two couches set up already.

West: We bring you back to ringside with Hannah Storm, who's ready to interview the Dying Breed here tonight on Meltdown!

The crowd hushes down and Hannah smiles brightly, bringing the microphone up.

Hannah: How are we all doing tonight for APW's 300th episode, huh?

She giggles a bit as the crowd responds loudly, the camera panning around to show many people, especially the children, proudly displaying their APW memorabilia and cheering the (attractive) interviewer that stands in the center of the ring.

Hannah: I want to, at this time, introduce to you three men that have been the subject of much controversy here in APW. Three men that have done more in their time here than most Megastars have the time to dream of. I want to introduce you to three men... that were attacked, and injured at the hands of your current Suicidal Champion, one half of your Tag Team Champions, Miss Aubrey J. Parker.

This receives a mixed reaction and Hannah shrugs a little, smiling again.

Hannah: Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce... Jair Hopkins, William D. Williams, Anthony "The Promise" Bailey... THE DYYYYING BREEEEED!

The crowd roars, jumping to their feet as the lights dim.

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

The chorus and intro to “The World Is Yours” blares open through the speakers of the complex as the cheers are for the arrival of “The Dying Breed”.

West: It's time, Dick! It's time for the Dying Breed to return to Monday Night Meltdown-- hopefully to finally address the damn-near psychotic actions of one half of the Tag Team Champions, Aubrey J. Parker.

Harris: Yeah, well, I hear their music... but where are they?

The music abruptly stops and M&M appear on the Action-tron to a loud mixed reaction from the audience.

West: What's this!?

Aubrey looks away, uneasily for a while but Logan looks directly into the camera. Hannah Storm blinks rapidly in the ring, taken aback.

Hannah: Uh... hello, Logan! Aubrey!

Aubrey shoots merely a quick glance toward the camera as Logan addresses Hannah.

LA: "Good evening Hannah and hello Meltdown!"

The crowd cheers back enthusiastically.

LA: "Sorry about not being there to conduct our discussion in person. I hear that's all the rage nowadays, but the advantage of not being a Meltdown competitor is that you can say 'No' to Sienna Harrison and there's not a damn thing she can do about it."

He smirks slightly as the crowd lets out another approving cheer.

Hannah: Logan, clearly you and Aubrey are not representatives of the Dying Breed. Um... any idea where Anthony Bailey and Jair Hopkins are?

Aubrey looks nearly angered that Hannah would even ask, but again, doesn't respond, while Logan looks mildly amused.

LA: "I'm not their keeper. I have no idea where Bailey and Hopkins are. I was actually expecting to be replying to whatever they had to say rather than filling the space that they left open in the show."

Logan glances over at Aubrey, and the humour disappears from his face.

LA: "But... given my partner's expression, I feel compelled to ask, are you suggesting that one, or both, of us had something to do with their absence?"

Hannah doesn't respond immediately, but answers with a question.

Hannah: You're aware that Aubrey is responsible for injuring William D. Wlliams eight days ago on Sunday Night Asylum... and she did viciously attack both Jair Hopkins and Anthony Bailey. Aubrey- you did that, right? That is Tag Team Championship business, which means that's Meltdown business... right?

The crowd cheers loudly for Hannah Storm, while Aubrey's face grows a little bit more red...

LA: "No. It's not Tag Team Championship business. At the moment, it is between the Dying Breed and Aubrey. And 'vicious attack' is a bit of an exaggeration, isn't it? Aubrey and I have absorbed worse attacks and no one bats an eye at those. We get grief for having the gall to retaliate!"

His comments draw a mixed reaction from the crowd, but he carries on without acknowledging them.

LA: "And as I recall, Williams was injured during the match. Which lays the responsibility at the feet of the last two Pillars. Aubrey didn't help him by shoving him out of the ring, but don't you dare pin his injury on my partner just because she happened to be the last one to lay a hand on him."

Logan glares at Hannah through the video feed. Hannah Storm looks back at Logan with a shocked look at first and then raises an eyebrow.

Hannah: Excuse me, but regardless of what's happened to you and your partner in the past, many people would feel that she had absolutely no right to lay hands on any member of the Dying Breed. If I were an unbiased journalist, perhaps I would think that it's completely justifiable to blame any sort of injury Williams sustained on... Aubrey J. Parker.

The fans grow a bit louder, many cheering at Hannah's audacity.

Hannah: William D. Williams isn't a doctor. He doesn't know when he was injured. Also, considering the past Aubrey and Williams share... would it be out of line for someone to think he wasn't fibbing a little, to cover for her? To protect her?

Harris: Hannah, are you trying to get yourself killed?

West: We hired her for her guts!

Logan smirks slightly.

LA: "So because Williams likes Aubrey, he's willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. In that case, the fact that you wish to railroad my partner would indicate that you don't like her. So now that we've established your bias in this matter, why should we justifiy our actions to you Hannah?"

He chuckles softly.

LA: "You see... this is why we don't do interviews."

Hannah looks up at him for a moment and lets a small chuckle before replying, crisply into the mirophone.

Hannah: A biased journalist would speculate that you don't do interviews because when people ask you the hard hitting questions, you find that it's too difficult to continue playing the victim.

LA: "No Hannah... it's just that some of us get so tired of being tarnished by everyone else in the company. Since day one Aubrey and I have been the outlet for the abuse of everyone who's had an agenda to get ahead but lacked the talent to back up the ambition.

All the would-be champions on the roster that only get a leg up through kissing the boss' backside. All the power mongers in the front office that try to make us jump through their hoops in order to bring us down. And especially the people that root around looking for stories in the back room, the ones that enjoy painting people in whatever way sells the most copy for them and makes it seem like they're doing a decent job each week."

He glares down at Hannah.

LA: "I'll say one thing though Hannah. I think you did touch on a valid point. We end up having to play the victims far to often to those around us who wish to exploit us for their own ends."

He looks over at Aubrey.

LA: "We'll just have to make sure that doesn't happen anymore."

Aubrey glances at Logan, and then at the camera, but looks down again without saying anything. Hannah looks up at the Action Tron with a small smile, and shakes her head.

Hannah: Aubrey? Maybe you can elaborate. I'm sure everyone here in New York wants to hear your opinion on all of this.... right, guys?

The crowd responds loudly and positively at this, with the camera panning around to showing a near-unanimous decision from the New York audience. The shot returns to Aubrey who continues to look down. Hannah speaks once again.

Hannah: If you're not going to be the victims... then what are you guys going to do? Who do you beome?

Hannah lowers the microphone and looks up at Aubrey, waiting for her answer, while the crowd continues to roar, waiting in anticipation for Aubrey to respond.

Finally, Aubrey looks back up at the camera. All traces of sadness have been removed from her face. At first, she looks indifferent. Apathetic, perhaps.

Her mouth forms a scowl, soon, and she glares at Hannah. There is nothing but contempt behind the look... and there's no answer. There is no further interview with the APW Tag Team Champions. To the dismay of those in New York, the feed cuts, and the Acton Tron goes black.

They say we wanted attention
We really need a platform to teach a lesson
Well hey you forgot to mention
We're living for the melody in our head

As those female words of "Ignite" by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela begins to play through the arena’s sound system a purple-haired lady comes out from the backstage area with a black jacket draped over her shoulders. The fans gives out a rather mixed response to this woman they knew as one Robina Hood.

Oh are we pretentious?
Or do we have stories boiling in us?
Poor fool, you're not gonna get to us
We don't even notice this...

As that voice continued to sing she walks to the top of the stage and throws her arms up high in the air, causing the jacket to fly off her shoulder and onto the floor. She proceeds to make her way down the aisle towards the ring. Some of the fans cheered, some booed and some of the younger members stayed nervously silent as the sometimes unpredictable female walked pass them.

I haven't seen the sun
In over sixty-seven days
The time is moving
With the heavens when I said to wait
The room is growing smaller
And the days are getting shorter
But I have to stay awake
Cause this could change the world

Suddenly a male voice began to sing, at a faster rate than the female voice that came beforehand, and as the voice sung Robina made her way to ringside. She was a bit slow to go over to the ring steps as the female's eyes were darting about, as if checking to see who is in attendance.

Paige: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first: from Sherwood Forest, weighing 132lbs……ROBINA HOOD!

And it's time to tell the people
When nobody will
It's time to bring the life
To what I've written with a quill
I must create, then innovate
And let it see the light
And when I'm done, I will be changing
Now watch me ignite!

She walks up the ring steps, halfway across the apron and steps into the ring as the song continued. Once in the ring Robina turned around a few times to see the audience but when 'watch me ignite' goes through the system, the female spins 270 degrees and punches the air, getting a louder yet still mixed reaction from the people in the arena. Miss Hood then heads off to the corner, as her theme slowly dies down, and leans her back against the corner while awaiting the arrival of her opponent.

West: Robina Hood is a woman on a mission, Dick. There’s a massive void left by the drafts of Aubrey J. Parker and Kaylyn James Evans, and think this young woman wans to be the one to fill it.

Harris: She’s improving Shane, no doubt. And with Sienna’s backing as ‘The Perfect Megastar’ I’m sure she’s destined for the top.

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

Paige: Her partner: from HELLsinki, Finland; he weighs 245lbs...”THE FINISH PHENOM” TUHOA VALO!!!

West: It’s been a frustrating few weeks for The Finnish Phenom and his relentless pursuit of the North American Championship. He’s had chances, but just can’t seem to take them.

Harris: The situation is even more complicated with Young Mannie drafted to Asylum, but if I know Valo he won’t be giving up any time soon. This is his chance to show he is still hungry to be king of Meltdown.

Paige: Introducing their opponents....MR. DANGEROUS & THE GUV’NOR!!!

“Duh-duh-duh-der-duh duh-duh-duh-der-duh” begin the opening bars of the famous ‘Theme from New York, New York” play throughout the arena. The home crowd are upstanding as the opening line of the first verse rings out in a slightly gruff voice.

Start spreading the news

The crowd start cheering and/or singing along with this classic ode to their city.

I am leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York

Through the curtain steps The Guv’nor, a mic in his hand, dressed in a morning jacket and top hat over his usual ring attire of white vest, jeans and black boots. His raises the mic and his gruff voice continues to sing the song in some kind of tune.

These vagabond shoes
They are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York

The Guv’nor walks down the ramp continuing to sing out the lyrics of the song, taking his time, slapping hands, drinking in the crowd response; Mr. Dangerous in tow, a welt below his eye from the earlier hadbutt, but still throwing out the high kicks and much Broadway-esque tomfoolery. In the ring Tuhoa Valo and Robina Hood look on with disgust on their faces. The Guv’nor climbs up the ring steps and into the ring, reaching the number’s big crescendo, and gesturing Mr. Dangerous to join in.

If I can make it there
You know, I'm gonna make it just about anywhere
It’s up to you
New York, New Yoooooooooooooorrrrrrrr-

The Guv’nor is suddenly cut off as Tuhoa Valo attacks him from behind, and Robina floors Mr. Dangerous with running clothesline. The ref calls for the bell and the match begins.

Tag Team Match
The Guv’nor & Mr. Dangerous vs. “The Finish Phenom” Tuhoa Valo & Robina Hood

The Guv’nor is down on one knee as Valo blasts him with forearm clubs to the back of the head. Robina has Mr. Dangerous tied up in a shoulder clinch and delivers repeated knee lifts to the face, forcing Mr. Dangerous onto the ropes before sending him through the ropes to the outside with a dropkick. Robina climbs out after him, leaving Valo and The Guv’nor in the ring. Valo lifts The Guv’nor onto the ropes and tries to clothesline him over the top, but Guv’nor drops his shoulder and back body drops Valo over the top rope, landing on his feet on the ring apron. Guv’nor spins and nails Valo with an elbow smash, then following up with a headbutt that sends Valo down to the floor. Guv’nor rolls out of the ring.

West: I’m just hearing through my headset folks that Alexander Duvall has made a last minute adjustment to the stipulation in this match: it’s now tornado rules, that means any one can be pinned at any time.

Harris: That’s stacked the odds against The Guv’nor because he can’t carry Mr. Dangerous through this match by keeping him on the ring apron.

West: What it also means is that The Guv’nor will need to have one eye on his opponents, and another on his partner out there.

Guv’nor grabs Valo and throws him into the crowd barrier, following this up with a running knee to the midsection, then grabs Valo by the head and slams his face into the ring apron, before rolling him back into the ring. Robina charges around the ring to cut off Guv’nor but takes a boot to the face, and is then slammed face first into the ring post. However the distraction works for Robina’s team because as Guv’nor slips back into the ring Valo is on him with a falling elbow drop to the back of the neck. Valo lifts Guv’nor onto the ropes and delivers a few shots to the body, then plants Guv’nor with a DDT. Mr. Dangerous is opting to keep his distance, sticking to his corner and shouting enthusiastically, trying to rouse the crowd. Valo walks over and drags Mr. Dangerous over the top rope into the ring. Mr. Dangerous backs away, pleading with Valo not to hurt him, but Guv’nor moves in a drops Valo with a savate kick. Mr. Dangerous starts jumping around in celebration, Robina cuts him off with a dropkick. Guv’nor spots this and lands a few elbow smashes to Robina, then whips him into the ringpost in a neutral corner. Guv’nor sends Mr. Dangerous out of harms way in a different corner and returns to Valo: delivering a body slam, hitting the ropes and following up with a fist drop. Guv’nor makes a cover...

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West: The Guv’nor has started strongly in this match, but as we’re seeing already he needs to have two pairs of eyes.

Harris: I think The Guv’nor is beginning to see here Duvall’s plan to punish him unfold; being lumbered with that Mr. Dangerous is bad enough, but to have that when you’re up against someone as hungry as Valo, and as bad as Robina – well it’s a recipe for trouble.

As Guv’nor paces around the ring Mr. Dangerous taps his shoulder like he’s tagging himself into the match. Guv’nor spins around and glares at Mr. Dangerous, mouthing off at him about the rules of the match. Mr. Dangerous seems to be working himself into a frenzy, but Guv’nor ignores him. As the Hackney man turns he gets caught in the ropes by a running heel kick by Robina.

West: The distraction by Mr. Dangerous working in favour of Robina Hood.

Harris: That’s what I’m talking about, that is what Sienna is talking about when she describes Robina as ‘The Perfect Megastar’.

Robina stomps Guv’nor out of the ring as Mr. Dangerous starts to stalk Valo. Mr. Dangerous rouses the crowd with his gesturing and posturing, but as he tries to grab Valo with a waistlock he is easily countered with a back elbow. Valo spins around and pushes Mr. Dangerous down towards a neutral corner, then runs in and connects with a low thrust kick to the face. Valo lifts Mr. Dangerous in the corner and starts slapping him about the face, before a toe kick, then tossing him across the ring with a belly to belly suplex. Valo then points at Robina, before retiring to a corner to observe.

West: Valo and Hood have isolated Mr. Dangerous and their seizing control of this match.

Harris: Mr. Dangerous....what an idiot! Why didn’t he just stay on the sidelines.

West: He may be wondering the same thing here.

The woman from Sherwood Forest runs in and repeatedly stomps all over Mr. Dangerous, forcing him into the ropes. Robina lifts Dangerous on the ropes and delivers some savage chops to the chest, whipping across the ring and following up with a running big boot. A cocky smile appears on her face as she casually sits on Dangerous’ chest for the pin...

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Valo charges in at Guv’nor, and they hit the deck, brawling with each other. Robina lifts Dangerous into a wristlock, he immediately starts howling out in agony. She flips him over into a seated position, chops him to the back of the head, follows this up with a soccer kick, then hits the ropes and lands a running senton drop onto Mr. Dangerous. She opts against the cover and subs in Valo, who has gained the advantage over Guv’nor and taken him out of the equation with a clothesline over the top. The Finnish Phenom grabs Mr. Dangerous and lifts him with a side headlock, walking him over to his corner, showing that he is on his own. Valo holds Mr. Dangerous’ arm for a tag and Dangerous reaches desperately, but Valo laughs at this futility and whips Dangerous into Robina’s corner and follows through with a running clothesline. Valo tells Robina to take over.

West: Tornado rules here, but Valo and Robina Hood using the smart tactic of isolating Mr. Dangerous and taking turns to inflict the damage.

Harris: Conservation of energy is key to tag team success, orthodox rules or otherwise. With The Guv’nor out of the ring right now, this is a smart move.

Robina grabs Dangerous and drops him with a neckbreaker, then makes a cover...

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As The Guv’nor rises, Valo barges past the ref and lands a cheap shot to the kidneys. Valo tries to toss Guv’nor over the top rope but he is countered with a kick square in the nuts (the ref’s attention on Robina and Dangerous). As Valo drops to his knees Guv’nor hits the ropes and nails Valo with the Black Cab Smash (Sliding Forearm). As Guv’nor pops up and throws out a pose for the crowd Robina jumps onto his back and starts to choke him. Valo gets to his feet, she drops down and Valo completes a double team landing a running STO. Robina drops down and makes a cover...

West: Great double team by Valo and Hood....could be the win here...2...3 NO! Guv’nor gets a shoulder up.

Valo gets in the ref’s face and starts screaming at him about the count, but the ref does not buckle.

West: We’re seeing the bully in Valo come to the fore here. He needs to keep his eyes on the match.

Harris: You telling me that wasn’t a slow count.

West: No faster or slower than any other.

Valo’s attention is suddenly drawn by the feeling of a fly repeatedly bashing into his shoulder, he turns and sees the pathetic form of Mr. Dangerous landing frenetic punches. Valo laughs heartily, then grabs Dangerous and Biel tosses him halfway across the ring. Valo gives an instruction to Robina, then pushes Dangerous into a seated position in a corner. Robina moves in and gives Dangerous a stinkface that he seems to enjoy. As Valo looks on laughing Guv’nor gets up and clotheslines him to the back of the head. Robina pulls up Mr. Dangerous and throws him over the top rope to the outside. Guv’nor fends Valo off with a few jabs, then tackles him into a corner and lands repeated shoulder thrusts to the mid-section. Outside the ring Robina grabs Mr. Dangerous and slams him face first into the ring post, then kicks him in the gut and delivers a powerbomb onto the ringsteps, to howls and groans from the crowd.

West: DEAR LORD! WHAT AN IMPACT! Robina Hood may have broken Mr. Dangerous right in two there.

Harris: If this wasn’t a handicap match before, it is now. We’ll be lucky if we ever see Mr. Dangerous again after that. The Perfect Megastar arise.

The Guv’nor leans over the ropes, checking on his partner, then calls a smirking Robina into the ring. The distraction allows Valo to seize Guv’nor from behind, slam his face against a turnbuckle, then deliver a blinding German suplex. Valo starts to stalk Guv’nor, charges in, but the latter ducks and Valo almost decapitates the ref with a sickening clothesline from Hell. The Guv’nor reacts with a huge right hook, then a kick to the gut and hits the ropes, only to take a chair shot to the back from Robina. Guv’nor turns and sticks his head through the ropes, but Robina clobbers him with a chair shot to the head. This sends Guv’nor sprawling backwards into the grasp of Valo who nails Guv’nor with a fisherman’s suplex, then swivels into mounted punches, landing a brutal barrage of about a dozen shots to the head of the Londoner. Robina rolls back into the ring and has a word with Valo.

West: They’ve got The Guv’nor right where they want him.

Harris: Duvall will be rubbing his hands backstage; inspired booking here.

They begin to stalk The Guv’nor, then as he gets back to his feet Valo and Hood link arms...

West: Double clothesline from Valo and Hood....did you hear that impact!

Harris: That was special Shane, like getting bowled over by a tree trunk.

The Guv’nor flops to the mat like a sack of spuds as Valo and Robina exchange a smile. Now Mr. Dangerous somehow emerges back into the ring, but he looks hurt. Robina steps across and delivers a blow to the back with the chair, then grabs him and delivers a piledriver. The Finish Phenom then adds insult to injury, but grabbing Dangerous and nailing him with the Double Vision Driver onto a folded steel chair. Valo drops over him and makes a cover, as Robina rouses the ref...

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The Guv’nor makes a desperate lunge and breaks the count at the last. This is greeted by a huge pop from the crowd.

West: Huge save from The Guv’nor. Tuhoa Valo is furious!

Harris: So he should be, this was done and dusted.

Valo and Robina begin to attack The Guv’nor with stomps, but the man from Hackney fights to his feet, blocks off a couple of punches, then counters with a jab on Valo, he headbutts Robina, then a spinning elbow smash for Valo. The Guv’nor hits the ropes and.....gets countered with a AA spinebuster from Valo. In the meantime Robina makes another cover of Mr. Dangerous, but the ref is down on his knees holding his head due to the earlier impact. After an easy three count Robina gets up and tries rouse the ref, enough time passing for Robina to have pinned Mr. Dangerous, who remains flat out, three times.

Harris: This is ridiculous; Valo and Robina Hood have won this match!

West: But the ref is in no condition to make the count here.

Valo tells Robina he will take care of the ref, and starts to slap the ref about as Robina covers Mr. Dangerous. But Guv’nor comes out of nowhere and slams a knee into the side of Valo’s head, then surprises Robina with the London Drop. Guv’nor drags the limp body of Mr. Dangerous over Robina, then has to fend off Valo; they spill through the ropes to the outside. In the ring the ref drops and starts to count...

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West: So close! I thought we were about to see a huge upset there. Mr. Dangerous pinning Robina Hood.

Outside the ring Valo has Guv’nor pressed against the crowd barrier and is driving his elbow into the Londoner’s head. Valo lifts Guv’nor onto his shoulders for a TKO, but the latter slides off to counter, then wraps up Valo and delivers trapping headbutts to the back of The Finnish Phenom’s head. The Guv’nor goes for a savate kick, but Valo blocks it by catching his leg, then spins The Guv’nor around and pushes him with brutish force shoulder first into the ring post. The Guv’nor drops down to the floor, clutching his shoulder in agony.

West: That may be that for The Guv’nor...Valo may have broken his shoulder.

Harris: He doesn’t look in a good way, Shane; not a good way at all.

In the ring Robina hits the Execution on poor Mr. Dangerous, then makes a cover, but unbeknownst to her Valo has dragged the ref away, preventing a count. Robina gets to her feet and looks at Valo in a ‘what the frick?’ kind of way. Valo steps in through the ropes and tells her he is making the pin, etc. They go and forth verbally before Robina pushes Valo and he inadvertently clashes with the referee, sending the official tumbling to the mat and under the bottom rope out of the ring. Valo gets up and starts eyeballing Robina, but she isn’t backing down.

West: The egos of these two have completely lost control here. They’re supposed to be on the same team.

Harris: Look, Tuhoa Valo has a good point here; he’s taken out The Guv’nor.

Right on cue The Guv’nor slides back into the ring holding a folded steel chair.

West: I wouldn’t speak too soon, Dick.

It looks like Valo and Robina are about to come to blows when The Guv’nor slams the chair across Valo’s back. The Fin turns and....CRACK! He takes a chair shot square in the face. Robina charges at The Guv’nor, but he gets a thrusted blow to the midsection, doubling her over, then The Guv’nor brings the folded chair down across her back. Guv’nor rolls out of the ring and slaps some sense back into the referee and pushes him back into the ring. The Guv’nor drops down and covers Valo; the ref, not really sure where he is, lets his instinct kick in...

West: The Guv’nor is going to win this one here!

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Harris: YES! VALO KICKS OUT!

West: It’s unbelievable....I think I saw that chair buckle around the dome of Valo’s skull....how is even still going here?

The Guv’nor drags Valo to his feet and sets him up for the Gypsy Kiss, but Valo counters and pushes Guv’nor into the ropes, landing a toe kick and then nailing Guv’nor with the Double Vision Driver. Valo covers...

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The Guv’nor throws up a shoulder just before the ref’s hand hits the mat. The official throws up two fingers to single an incomplete pinfall.Valo rolls away, disbelieving, and thumps the mat a few times.

The Guv’nor gets to his feet and Valo kicks Guv’nor in the gut and tries to set him up for Commence Destruction, but another counter and Guv’nor sends Valo into a corner, but as The Guv’nor begins to head that way he is caught by surprise as Robina nails him with a reverse STO from nowhere. She covers and hooks back his legs; the ref, suffering a slight concussion, isn’t entirely sure what’s going on, but his instincts simply tell him, count the pinfalls...

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The Guv’nor kicks out.

West: It’s turned into a complete free for all out there; the referee has completely lost control of this match. Even I’m not sure who the legal competitors are.

Now Robina goes in search of the Execution, but The Guv’nor counters and nails her with the Gypsy Kiss (Fisherman’s Gator Roll). He covers...

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Valo drags The Guv’nor away, then drops an elbow into his chest.

West: The Guv’nor had this match sown up there, but here the handicap situation that Duvall has placed him in has really come to the fore again.

Valo lifts The Guv’nor and takes him into a clinch, but Guv’nor counters with a couple of uppercuts to the body; when free Guv’nor chins Valo with a headbutt, then turns a rising Robina and nails her with a second Gypsy Kiss, making another cover...

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West: That’s it! The Guv’nor wins!

Winners: The Guv’nor & Mr. Dangerous

The Guv’nor rolls away and rests on his elbows as he tries to catch his breath. “Original Nuttah” blasts out of the PA and this brings The Guv’nor back to his feet. He is about to raise his arms to celebrate his first APW win when.....

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Valo nails him with a folded steel chair. As The Guv’nor slumps to the mat Valo follows this up with one, two, THREE further chair shots to the body. Satisfied with the result Valo throws down the chair and heads backstage to the sound of his music mixed with boos from the crowd.

West: Tuhao Valo has had the last word here tonight, folks; but you have to feel these two men together in this ring are going to make an awful noise over the coming weeks. Surely, in the form of Tuhao Valo and The Guv’nor we’re seeing two very strong contenders in unknown fate of the North American Championship. From us all, folks, goodnight.

Meltdown ends on a shot of Tuhao Valo standing at the top of the ramp, watching the Megatron and the image of the fallen Guv’nor in the ring.

[T-Marv]

The ringside area is cleared of all except Tuhoa Valo. Valo walks over to the timekeepers position, demanding a microphone before he steps back into the ring.

The Finnish Phenom
Mr. Turner, please bring the documents down to the ring, would you?

West: Wait a minute! His accent… His accent is gone! I know that voice!

Mr. Turner, Tuhoa’s attourney at law, begins walking down the ramp with a big simle on his face. He enters the ring, handing Valo the paperwork.

The Finnish Phenom
Earlier tonight, you all witnessed history without even knowing it. As I signed this document in my hand, it was set in stone that Tuhoa Valo now has an iron-clad contract, with a couple of extra stipulations added, that will be announced at a later date. But for now… This contract ensures that what I’m about to do, will in NO WAY cause my termination from Action Packed Wrestling.

Harris: What’s he going to do?

West: I don’t know, but I know that voice! That… That… That voice sounds so familiar!

The Finnish Phenom
President Jeff… Hurricane… This one’s for you!

Valo reaches for his mask, slowly taking it off as the audience looks on in excitement.

West: WHAT!?!? That’s… That’s… That’s… THAT’S NATHANIEL HAVOK! NATHANIEL HAVOK WAS TUHOA VALO ALL ALONG!

Harris: WHAT?!?! THIS IS GREAT!

Nathaniel Havok
I told you, Lenny! I told you that I didn’t need the North American Championship to shock the world! And this whole time, all of you thought it was about “wrestling”, didn’t you? You were all made to look like idiots! All of you! And now… Now that I have this “iron-clad” contract… There’s not a damn thing that can be done about it! Try and fire me, dare you! I’ll own this place, I’ll own Action Packed Wrestling!

The fans begin to chant…

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

HOLY SHIT!

Nathaniel Havok
A personal thanks to Sienna and Alex, you two did your jobs well.

West: Wait, what in the hell does he mean by that?

Nathaniel Havok
Tonight proves exactly what I’ve been saying all along… I AM the absolute BEST mastermind that this business has ever seen! Jeff, I told you I’d be back… And I used every pawn I could in my plan, right on down to the pencil pushers you hired to oversee this show!

The fans start booing once again.

Nathaniel Havok
From now on, this is MY SHOW! Meltdown, will now be known as APW Monday Night Havok! And soon, I’ll have the gold to go with it! HAVOK…HAS…SPOKEN!

‘Cult of Personality’ hits on the PA system as Havok begins to celebrate. He exit’s the ring and starts up the ramp.

West: How is this possible?!?! Havok was forced into retirement by the APW President, he can’t do this! What does this do to Meltdown? What will Jeff's reaction be? Repercussions are sure to follow this ground-breaking revelation, but it'll have to wait! We're out of time! For Dick Harris and the rest of the Meltdown crew, goodnight everybody!

Harris: Did you just call me a dick?