Meltdown 2/25/2013 - Halifax, Nova Scotia

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The show starts out with MR. Dangerous and JC Styles already in the ring. The Bell Rings and JC charges at Mr Dangerous to recieve a BIG BOOT for his troubles. Dangerous then hits a snap suplex and whips JC into the corner. JC counters it with a whip to his own and runs for an avalanche. But JC jumps too high and Dangerous sidesteps as JC goes right into the steel post. Mr Dangerous hits the JC KICKER to the back of Styles' head and sends him down hard. Dangerous then grabs the legs of JC and hooks him in the JC TAPPER! JC STyles wastes no time and taps like a bitch, crying his eyes out and begging for the pain to stop. DAngerous breaks the hold and then looks down at Styles and FORCES HIM TO KISS HIS BOOTS! Styles refuses until Mr. Dangerous lets out a loud roar and Styles then kisses Dangerous' boots before licking them clean to the cheers from the crowd. Dangerous then picks up Styles and tosses him over the top rope, getting rid of the trash!!!!

WINNER AND STILL FLAKE DISTROYING CHAMPION OF THE WORLD: MR DANGEROUS!

Meltdown hits the airwaves with a bang, as the cameras begin to pan around the capacity crowd on hand at the sold out Halifax Metro Centre. Several signs are showcased by the Canadian crowd. One reads "Welcome home, A-P-Dub!", another reads "Main Attraction = Ratings". The cameras pan closer to the ring, to find a sign that reads "Welcome Back Havok", and another that says "I'm Sienna's Harry Son".

West: Hello ladies and gents, and welcome to another installment of APW Monday Night Meltdown on FX! We're live from the Halifax Metro Centre in Halifax, Nova Scotia! I'm Shane West and as always, here with me tonight is my partner, Dick Harris.

Harris: We've got an action packed lineup here for you tonight, pun intended, as the tag team tournament will showcase two separate matches tonight, as well as a match with championship repercussions, as Warren Peace will go one on one with Robina Hood, with the North American Champion as the special referee!

West: We also have a huge main event tonight! The Guv'nor has had his issues with the Meltdown General Manager as of late, and will take on Tuhoa Val... I mean the returning Nathaniel Havok!

Harris: This is huge news, Shane! Last week, Tuhoa Valo unmasked himself after receiving a new contract from Alexander Duvall, and we found out that it was Nathaniel Havok all along!

West: I'm still trying to wrap my brain around this one, Dick. We were left with way more questions than answers, last week. Hopefully we can get some more insight into these groundbreaking developments tonight, as the show goes on.

'Cult of Personality' hits on the PA system as the fans jump out of their seats and deliver a very mixed reaction.

West: Speaking of the devil... Literally!

Nathaniel Havok makes his way out from behind the curtain, microphone in hand. Right behind him is his attorney at law, Cole Turner, who is carrying a briefcase down to the ring. Nathaniel steps into the ring with his lawyer, as his music dies out. The fans continue to give him a large mixture of boos and cheers, as he waits for them to calm down.

Nathaniel Havok
It's been a long, LONG year! An entire year of planning, masterminding, manipulating, and blackmailing. After all of that, it's finally over! I, Nathaniel Havok, am back in Action Packed Wrestling!

Nathaniel throws his hands in the air, soaking in both the boos and cheers of the sold out crowd.

Nathaniel Havok
I have to admit, things would have went a lot more smooth, had I been able to take the North American Championship from Logan Alexander. But I'll give credit where credit is due. Logan Alexander, you're a true competitor, a champion in every sense of the word. For Young Mannie to come out here and say that he's the best North American Champion of all time, is a complete slap in the face to that title, as well as you. YOU Logan Alexander... In my eyes, you're the absolute best North American Champion in the history of this company.

The fans all cheer in unison.

Nathaniel Havok
I might not like you, we might not see eye to eye on anything, but I do respect you. And trust me, the word "respect" will never be used in the same sentence as "Young Mannie" from Nathaniel Havok. Personally, the word "champion" would and should never be used to describe Young Mannie. But the truth is, Logan, you're a true champion. I have no problem saying that I couldn't beat you for that title.

More cheers come from the crowd.

Nathaniel Havok
So what is a man to do, when he can't seem to get where he wants to be? What was I to do, with Logan as champion? I had to devise a new plan, I had to do something that even I had reservations against doing.

The cheers now turn to boos, as the fans know exactly what Nathaniel is talking about.

Nathaniel Havok
The truth is, Alexander Duvall set himself up. Now, I'm not going to go into detail, but the man set himself up for the perfect piece of blackmail. Once I realized this, I knew what I had to do. I had to take it upon myself to ensure that without the North American Championship... I could take care of my business in a timely manner.

Nathaniel turns to Cole, who opens up his briefcase. Cole hands Nathaniel a number of pieces of paper, stapled together. Nathaniel holds up the paper to the camera, and it's now obvious to everyone that Nathaniel is holding his copy of the new contractual agreement between APW, and himself.

Nathaniel Havok
With this, I have all the ammunition I need to restart the war that President Jeff thought he had finished one year ago. This is all I need, to fire another proverbial "first shot". BUT... Jeff has already made it clear that he wants nothing to do with me. He told the world that I'm Alexander Duvall's problem. Now, this could be because he's got other things on his mind. A dispute with yet another World Champion, and more-than-likely another match at RassleMania, so he can continue to feed his ego, and say that he's "Mr. RassleMania".

Truth is, Jeff now knows that there's nothing he can do. Jeff knows that getting into another "go-round" with Nathaniel Havok, will probably lead him to rolling around in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. Hell, I don't blame him! But I guess we can settle for calling our feud a "draw", now that I'm back in APW for good. And to be completely honest, I'm very happy that Jeff has left Duvall holding the smoking gun on this one. Because now, I get the opportunity to forever hold this over the head of our Meltdown GM. Now, do you know what that means for me? It means that Nathaniel Havok gets, and does, whatever he wants, whenever he wants.

So what now? What's left for Nathaniel Havok to accomplish, now that he's gotten the final laugh against APW Management?

Nathaniel chuckles.

Nathaniel Havok
I'll be completely blunt about it... There's a whole hell of a lot left for me to accomplish. And as far as Meltdown goes, I'm far from finished here. This has nothing to do with Logan Alexander, and the fact that I couldn't get the job done against him. It has nothing to do with making Alexander Duvall's hair fall out of his scalp. But it DOES have everything to do, with cleaning up this show, and putting these rookies in their places!

You see, the one thing that pisses me off most about this show, besides Young Mannie calling himself a "champion", is the fact that much like Mannie, these newcomers walk through the door, expecting everything to be handed to them! Like Mannie, who did nothing with his career before winning the North American Championship, these newcomers think they're better than everybody else. Let's face it, let's tell the BRUTAL truth! Young Mannie was busy jerking curtains for the better part of 3 years, before he all of the sudden became North American Champion! So I ask you... Who's he jerking now?

I mean, if he wasn't "on the shelf", he was in the opening match! All of the sudden, now he wants to tell the world he's one of the best in the business? That couldn't be farther from the truth! It's that "Young Mannie Mentality" that I'm going to beat out of each and every rookie on the Meltdown roster! I refuse to let this business be killed at the hands of a bunch of greedy never-will-be's who suffer from "Main Attraction Syndrome"! It's time for the pecking order on Meltdown to be restored, and made clear! And in that pecking order, Nathaniel Havok stands at the top of the heap!

Soon, very soon, the world will know exactly where everybody stands on this show, courtesy of the man with the show on his shoulders, Nathaniel Havok! It's time for all the little boys and little girls of Meltdown, especially Little Lenny, to realize that this is now, and until the day I leave, NATHANIEL HAVOK'S SHOW!

The fans boo once again.

Nathaniel Havok
It's bad enough that someone like Little Lenny can debut one week, and then be in the main event two consecutive weeks following. It makes absolutely no sense to me. But earlier this week, I got word that President Jeff just signed two newcomers exclusively to the Overdrive roster. No Meltdown stays for them, no paying dues... Straight to the main roster! If you ask me, that's what's wrong with the business today. Money takes importance over talent. So two guys who might have a nice body of work somewhere else, get to pay no dues in the land of the giants? So while a guy like Evan McDonald continues to give us damn good matches and promos... We gravitate towards guys who have proven nothing!

I came to APW a 13 time World Heavyweight Champion. When I stated this fact, it was brought to my attention that past accomplishments mean absolutely nothing once you walk through the doors of APW. So my question is... Why doesn't that rule apply these days? Why do these three men, especially the two who avoided Meltdown completely, get a chance before people like Evan McDonald and Amy Zing? Yeah, I said it! Amy Zing might be given as many "second chances" as Young Mannie, but at least she’s paid some dues around here!

I'm back to not only set an example, not only to revise the Meltdown pecking order, but to restore some faith in the product we present to the fans! Believe me, I hate each and every single one of you in this crowd tonight. But I refuse to sit back, and watch the sport that I love so God damn much, suffer at the hands of a bunch of greedy little punks, who couldn't even hold my jockstrap! Over the next few weeks, you'll begin to understand. But more than that, you'll begin to see where Meltdown is headed, courtesy of the man with the show on his shoulders! You will be entertained, and soon, I will be your champion! Enjoy the show, folks! Havok has spoken!

'Cult of Personality' hits on the PA system, as Nathaniel Havok begins to leave the ring with his attorney.

West: All of that talking, and we're still left with more questions than before!

Harris: It seems as if Nathaniel Havok has come back to clean up, much like he said he was in October as Tuhoa Valo! At least he's being honest!

West: Oh, bullcrap! Is that what you want to call it? You know what, don't answer that! Meltdown will be right back!

We cut to the backstage area where we see Robina Hood, dressed in her wrestling gear, and Sienna Harrison clad in a beige-colored dress, drumming her fingertips along the tabletop as she looks off into the distance. Finally, she sighs and turns to Robina, who goes alert as Sienna looks at her.

Sienna: I want Alexander to take you seriously. Understand?

Robina: Yes, I understand…but, after seeing what's happened recently, I don’t blame him for not being so impressed yet.

Sienna gives Robina a warm smile.

Sienna: I know you've had some mishaps, but I know how good you really are. Tonight, I want you to show it... If you beat the number one contender to the North American Title-- Robina, there's no argument then, that everything he thought was wrong. There's no argument then, that I was r-- I mean, that you and I, were right.

Robina: Yeah, you and I were right…this has been a rather abyssal month for me but I will turn all of that around tonight! I don’t aim to simply beat Warren, I plan to maim him and destroy his revolution before it even begins.

Sienna smiles at her and leans over to give her a tight hug.

Sienna: You're perfect. Now show them that.

Robina: You can count on me…I’ll show them all how ‘Perfect’ I am.

The audience boos as the two embrace, but they are interrupted as the office phone rings. Sienna groans and looks past Robina at the phone on the office table.

Sienna: Could you be a dear and--

Robina: Of course! Of course...

Robina leans over the table and picks up the phone, clearing her throat and smiling as she answers.

Robina: Hello! You've reached Mr. Alexander Duvall and the amazing Ms. Sienna Harrison's office! May I ask who is calling?

Sienna smiles as Robina says it, leaning back in the chair with a grin. Robina listens to whoever's on the line for a few seconds and furrows her brow in confusion.

Robina: Uh-- slow down. Who-- alright. Alright!

Clearly annoyed with whomever is on the other line, Robina places a hand over the phone and looks at Sienna.

Robina: It's Evan Envi.

Sienna: Oh-- oh. Okay. Um...

Sienna hesitantly reaches for the phone, finally accepting it from Robina. She reaches down and places it on speaker, nervously looking around before she answers.

Sienna: Sienna Harrison speaking.

Evan: Sienna. You need to listen to me, now.

Sienna sighs.

Sienna: What is it this time, baby-brother?

Evan: Mark Mania is in the Meltdown arena with members from the Board, Sienna. You need to--

Sienna: Oh, Evan, for the love of God. I thought this was something important. I don't care about your little tussle with Mark Mania, alright? Don't tie up the lines with your personal issues.

Evan: Sienna, you don't understand! This is about Meltdown. Mark is trying to--

Sienna: Whatever problems you two have, I'm sure you can work it out like big boys. On Overdrive. On your own time.

Evan: Sienna, Mark's trying to convince Jeff that you and Duvall--

Sienna: Evan, I'm with Robina right now. Can this wait? Can you send me a text or something?

Evan: SIENNA!

Sienna: I'm not gonna listen to you if you scream at me. Goodbye, baby-bro.

Evan: But you--!

Sienna hangs up the phone and sighs. She turns to Robina and rolls her eyes, laughing.

Sienna: Little siblings, eh?

The camera cuts away from the pair.

Paige: The following contest is a tag team tournament match, scheduled for one fall!

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

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

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

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

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

Paige: From Los Angeles, California, Nightmare Niobe Martin!

Voice Over:"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.

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.

Paige: Her partner, from Trenton, New Jersey, Trevor Hyatt!

"Animals" by Nickleback starts plays, and the crowd stars booing.

Paige: Their opponents! First, from Seattle, Washington, Megan Andrews!

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. 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.

Paige: Her Partner, from Edinburgh, Scotland, Evan McDonald!

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

The bell rings as McDonald and Hyatt start things off. McDonald wastes no time, as he runs at Trevor with fists flying. Unable to control the frenzy, Hyatt backs into a corner. Trapped, Hyatt attempts to duck under McDonald, but is pushed right back into the corner, and given more fists to the face. The referee breaks it up, stepping between the two men who meet once again in the center of the ring. They lock up this time, collar and elbow tie-up. Hyatt gets the better of the situation, backing McDonald back into the corner he was once in. Seeing that he has McDonald in the same situation, Hyatt begins to lay into the Scott with fists of his own. Once again, the referee breaks it up, separating the two men.

West: Well, turnabout is fair play, right?

Harris: Just shut up and watch the match!

The two men lock up once again, with McDonald getting the better of the situation this time with a few elbows to the face. He then kicks Hyatt in the gut and delivers a powerbomb that could have very-well knocked his opponent out. Evan then goes for the pin.

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Coming in to breakup the pin is Martin, who is met immediately by Andrews. Andrews takes the opportunity to toss her female foe out of the ring. Andrews get back onto the apron and receives a tag in from her partner. She steps back into the ring and begins to stalk Trevor, who is slowly getting to his feet. Once he gets to a vertical base, Megan whips him around, and kicks him in the stomach. Setting him up for a jawbreaker, she taunts the crowd for a moment. This gives Hyatt enough time to reverse, hitting Andrews with a clothesline. Looking into the corner, he notices that Martin is still on the floor below, from her nasty spill at the hands of Megan Andrews. He continues to fight on, stomping all over his fallen foe. Once Martin is able to get back on the apron, Hyatt tags her in.

West: Here we go! These women are competing not only for tag team glory... But possibly to prove who the best woman on the Meltdown roster is.

Harris: Yes! I love girl on girl!

The women meet in the middle, talking a little smack to one another. Martin takes advantage of Andrews running her mouth, by slapping her with all she's got. The two women then begin trading rights and lefts, before Martin gets the upper hand with a kick to the stomach. She whips Andrews into the corner and then follows through with a big corner clothesline. Andrews falls to the floor, writhing in pain. Martin takes this opportunity to kick her opponent while she’s down, she then places her boot on the neck of Andrews, choking the life out of her, which causes the referee to utilize the 5 count.

West: Look at Martin! She’s all over Megan Andrews!

Harris: Oh, come on! Now you’re just trying to make it sound dirty!

As Niobe argues with the referee, Megan attempts to quickly crawl to her corner. Martin sees this, and quickly brushes the referee to the side, jumping on top of Andrews, and applying a rear chin lock. Wearing down her opponent, Martin can tell that she is firmly in control, as she flashes a grin across her face. Megan however, begins to crawl once again to her corner, possibly to tag out, or get her hands on a rope. Once close enough, Evan attempts to distract Niobe by taunting her. The fans show their displeasure, as so does Martin, as she releases the hold, slapping Evan across the face. This gives Andrews enough time to get to her feet, and await her opponent to turn around. Once Niobe does, Andrews attempts a clothesline. The clothesline is ducked, however, sending Andrews directly into her tag team partner, clothes lining him, and sending him down to the floor below.

Harris: No! Evan looks hurt!

Martin uses this to her advantage, picking up Andrews and taking her down with a scoop slam. Niobe then picks her up by the hair, setting her up in the corner, and whipping her across. Martin follows this up by tagging in her partner, as Trevor Hyatt makes his way back into the contest. After a few kicks in the corner, Trevor backs up, sizing Megan up, ready for something big. Andrews begins to stagger out of the corner, falling right into the arms of Hyatt, who hits a double-underhook powerbomb!

Harris: Ha, look at that! Same move was used on him by McDonald!

West: Wait, wait… The cover!

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Out of nowhere, Evan is in to make the save for his team. This prompts Niobe to make her way back in, but she’s quickly taken down by Evan with a hard tackle, as the two roll out of the ring. Evan is able to make his way back up, however, and back to his corner. As he awaits a tag, his partner doesn’t seem to be fairing too well, as Hyatt stands over her with a smirk on his face.

West: Trevor might want to watch it, here. He’s giving Megan precious seconds to regain her composure!

Almost as if he heard Shane West, Hyatt reaches down to grab his foe, but is met with a powerful kick, that seemed almost out of instinct by Megan. Megan takes this opportunity to crawl to the corner, tagging in her partner, who hit’s the ring like a ball of fire. Clothesline, Hyatt down. Hyatt up, another clothesline, and Hyatt back down. On fire, Evan takes a second to taunt the fans, not realizing that as quick as he went down the second time, Hyatt bounced right back up, and is waiting for Evan to turn around. Evan finally turns, and is met with a kick to the gut. Trevor sets him up for a vertical suplex, lifting him into the air. Evan is able to counter, however, kicking until he falls behind Hyatt. Hyatt turns around, and is met with a kick to the gut in return, followed by a DDT.

West: This one could be over!

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Irritated, Evan begins to argue with the referee. With the referee not paying attention, Martin (who is now recovered from her spill to the floor with Evan) sneaks over to the opposite side of the ring, pulling Megan Andrews down to the floor. The two women begin going to blows on the outside of the ring, while inside, Evan brushes the referee to the side, to continue his handy work on Hyatt. Hyatt sees him coming, and pulls him towards the turnbuckle, using his momentum and trunks to do the trick. McDonald goes head first into the turnbuckle, dazing him, and allowing Trevor time to get to his feet.

Harris: What’s this? OUCH! Running enzirguri! It could be over here!

West: No, Trevor isn’t going for the cover!

Trevor sees an opening with the two women distracted on the outside. He hops to the top rope, Trevor jumps, slingshots himself, and lands a beautiful corkscrew moonsault!

West: Woah! That was nice! The cover!

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Paige: Here are your winners, Trevor Hyatt and Niobe Martin!

The two women on the outside stop fighting, realizing that the contest is now over. Hyatts music begins to play, as Niobe rolls back into the ring to celebrate.

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We cut backstage to Warren Peace standing in front of a blank wall. He is in wrestling gear and ready to go.


Warren: In just a few minutes I will walk out to that ring and face off against Robina Hood. After seeing her actions on Sunday it is clear to me that that girl is a little unstable. She talked mostly non sense about fake ass egos and the need to appear tougher than I actually am. But the one thing that did make sense was how angry and upset she was not just at the world but with herself. That, makes her dangerous. And Robina, believe me I have been there and I know what it is like to be on the wrong end of a losing streak.

I'd be lying if I said that I had complete confidence that I will walk away the winner tonight, because of one invariable. Our special referee.

I know he is watching right now and I want to make it perfectly clear that I don't trust him for a minute. And if you try anything, and I mean even if you look at me funny I am going to send you your beatdown early.

So if you have any inclination to send a message I implore you to rethink it, cause I will snap your neck with a pile driver.

Snap my neck? Wait did I hear you correctly?


We now hear the familiar but now present voice of The Main Attraction who arrives on the scene with Uncle Charlie.


Mannie: Okay just so were clear… Your going to snap my neck? Ha you know what Peace? I suggest you start respecting me as not only your referee tonight, but as your North American Champion.


Uncle Charlie: That’s right so choose your words or there will be consequences!


Warren: You don’t want to play this game Mannie, so you better leave.

Mannie: Or what’s going to happen?


Warren: I’ll tell…

Just before Warren can finish he blinded by Alec Quartermain with a lariat to the back of the neck, Mannie stands by idly as Alec picks up Warren just to ram him into the wall. Warren collapses to the floor as Mannie is now squatting over him.


Mannie: Good luck tonight!


Mannie and company leave the area in laughter while Warren is riving pain, luckily a few roadies come to check on him as the scene fades.

The scene opens to a close-up of one of those coffee-dispensing canteens. As the camera does a nifty bit of zooming out we discover none other than Sienna Harrison pouring herself a coffee. She starts to stir with one of those plastic stirring devices when a hand slides past her head, and we see a male form leaning against the wall. It’s The Guv’nor. Sienna looks at him and he beams at her a toothy smile.

Guv’nor: Hello my little sweetness; where’ve you been hiding all my life?

She rolls her eyes, sighs and tries to make her exit, but The Guv’nor manages to manoeuvre so that he has her pinned against the wall between his arms.

Guv’nor: I saw that little twinkle in your eye last week; I’m sure you were pleased to see The Guv’nor sweating and straining his way to victory. Why don’t you and me fix ourselves a date; we could do a little bit of rolling around in the ring; I could show you one or two of my best ‘grapples’.

Sienna: Ugh! You’re a beast! Let me go.

The Guv’nor backs off a little.

Guv’nor: Steady on there, princess; no need to go reaching for the pepper spray. The Guv’nor just wants a friendly chat; who knows what places we might travel to if we just got to know each other.

Sienna: Keep dreaming; now let me go!

Guv’nor: Who is it? You got the hots for Duvall? I hate it to break to you sweetness, but there’s more meat in a vegetarian’s cupboard than in that mug’s strides. There’s more up in a popped balloon, you know what I mean.

The Guv’nor leans in towards Sienna who leans away. She can’t go any further, and Guv’nor’s pursed lips are just inches away from her face when she spots a glimmer of hope out of the corner of her eyes.

Sienna: Isn’t that your fiancé?

The Guv’nor is immediately upright and standing there, with a shopping bag on each arm, is The Guv’nor’s fiancé, Cher. Sienna makes a quick getaway as Cher stares daggers at The Guv’nor.

Guv’nor: Babe, I was wondering where you got to. I was just on my to find you, thought I’d stop and get us a cuppa-

Cher: Don’t Lenny-

Guv’nor: But Cher-

Cher: Just don’t start!

Cher slams the bags down and storms off. The Guv’nor follows her for a couple of steps, stops and calls out.

Guv’nor: Come on babe; it’s just a bit of harmless fun. You know it’s just the game I play.

But she’s gone. The Guv’nor turns back to the camera, his shoulders slumped until he clocks some tortilla chips in the shopping bags. He tears the pack open and starts to munch away, a great big grin on his face as 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: Phoenix doesn’t look like he’s playing around tonight. Dahlia snuck a victory last week and Cid looks like he wants to make him pay!

Harris: No chance, Shane!

"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 smeared across his lips. His eyes gleam with megalomania intent. A quick spin around, akin to what someone who is showcasing 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.

Cid Phoenix vs. “The New Cancer” Kevin Dahlia

The bell rings and the two lock up in the middle of the ring. Dahlia snaps back and kicks Phoenix in the stomach causing him to double over. He follows it up with several forearm smashes to Phoenix’s back as he falls down to one knee. Dahlia runs towards the ropes and comes flying back with a forearm smash which sends Phoenix rolling out of the ring underneath the bottom rope and on to the outside. Dahlia runs towards the turnbuckle and climbs on the second rope while taunting Phoenix from inside the ring.

West: Kevin Dahlia is trying to stir up the hornet’s nest! He better start focusing on the match and not taunting after the first fifteen seconds!

Harris: Dahlia knows what he’s doing here!

Dahlia yells at Phoenix to get back in the ring and after a few moments of gaining composure, he rolls back in as Dahlia gets down from being perched on the turnbuckle. Phoenix runs off the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Dahlia ducks. Phoenix comes bouncing back and catches him this time with a dropkick, which sends Dahlia down to the mat. Cid takes a brief second while Dahlia is down and runs to the top rope, as Dahlia stumbles his way back up to his feet, Phoenix meets him with a flying crossbody and continues over for the pin, while hooking the leg:

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West: Cid Phoenix catching Dahlia with a few high-risk maneuvers! He’s done his homework on the Overdrive champion!

Cid is up before Dahlia and begins repeatedly driving his knee in to Dahlia’s face. After about five knee drops, Phoenix picks him up and shoves him in to the corner. Phoenix measures Dahlia up and drills him with a back elbow to the face. Phoenix then drives the side of his knee in to the stomach of Kevin Dahlia. While Dahlia is crouched over, Phoenix grabs his head and drags it over the top rope towards the next corner as Dahlia flails backwards in pain. Once they reach the corner turnbuckle, Phoenix bounces Dahlia’s head off the padded area as Dahlia falls down to one knee. Phoenix leaps up and dropkicks the side of Dahlia’s head and goes for the quick cover:

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Harris: Count me impressed with Phoenix here tonight. He’s giving Dahlia everything he could want and more!

Phoenix grabs Dahlia by the gruff of his neck and throws him in to the ropes while lowering his head for a back-body-drop. Dahlia comes back, punt kicking Phoenix in the face. Phoenix fumbles around backwards as Dahlia bounces off the ropes and comes diving in with a shoulderblock tackle that takes Phoenix to the mat. Dahlia picks him up and throws him in to the ropes and follows it up with a kick to the stomach. Dahlia wrenches his arm over his neck and brings him up in the air for a suplex. He twirls Phoenix around in the air and then sends him crashing down on his neck with a brainbuster. He covers…

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Dahlia stomps on Phoenix and then lifts him up back to his feet. He picks him up by the stomach sending him head over feet with a gutwrench suplex. Dahlia again goes for a quick cover but with Phoenix trapped in the ropes the referee refuses to count. Kevin looks frustrated and shoves the referee backwards but the referee refuses to be manhandled and shoves him back. Phoenix sees an advantage and kicks Dahlia in the back, which sends him down to one knee. Cid doesn’t waste any time running to the top rope and leaps off catching Dahlia by the back of the head and slamming him face first in to the mat with a bulldog. He hooks the leg:

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Cid hops back up to his feet and runs towards the ropes, jumping up on the middle rope and twisting midair with a springboard shining wizard which sends spit flying from Dahlia’s mouth. Phoenix stomps on the back of Dahlia’s head a few times and follows that up with an elbow smash. “The New Cancer” is on the ropes as Phoenix senses he’s almost got this match in the bag. Cid helps Dahlia up to his feet and Irish-whips Kevin in to the ropes and as he comes back, Phoenix locks in a sleeperhold, which immediately sends Dahlia flailing in desperation. With both arms outstretched, Dahlia tries to lean backwards with Phoenix now climbing his back. Kevin lurches towards the turnbuckle to sandwich Cid between himself and the corner. Both men are stumbling around as Dahlia comes to his senses a little faster and kicks Phoenix in the stomach and hits the Canis Minor (Angel Wings/Double Underhook Leg Split 180 Degree Rotating Facebuster). He rolls over with an arm over Phoenix…

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Paige: Here is your winner… “The New Cancer” Kevin Dahlia!

Dahlia is helped to his feet and celebrates in the ring.

[T-Marv]

When the cameras return to backstage we are in a hurry. The camera man is literally running to catch up with Hannah Storm, who is standing at the end of the hallway, shouting for somebody.

West: What's this about?

The crowd buzzes in anticipation as the cameras run after Hannah, and finally they reach the unusual pairing of... Aubrey J. Parker and Christian Kane! The crowd erupts, most booing as Hannah catches up with the pair, who don't look like they wanted to be caught up with.

Hannah: Aubrey, Christian, this is-

AJP: I know, Hannah. Obviously, this... is not Logan.

CK: Yep! You can tell by the blonde hair, glowing skin and lack of a walking stick!

Aubrey flinches at the comment and without realizing it clenches one hand into a fist, turning to Kane, but Hannah interrupts.

Hannah: Again, the Dying Breed are nowhere to be found tonight after being invited to Meltdown. Do-

AJP: Do I have anything to do with that... right? Or, does Christian?

Aubrey narrows her gaze at Hannah.

AJP: I, for one, have nothing to do with it and if I were you, I'd be insulted that they declined your invitation for the second week in a row.

Hannah rolls her eyes at Aubrey, but turns back to Christian Kane.

Hannah: Well... I suppose it wouldn't make too sense to ask if you knew anything about it either, would it?

CK: Me? I'm totally innocent! I feel like I say that a lot. Damn sexual harassment cases...

Hannah sighs.

Hannah: This still doesn't explain why you two are here together.

AJP: We're not here together.

CK: Do you honestly think I'd go anywhere with this woman!? TMZ would be all over me! My credibility would plummet! I was back here looking to enjoy the show, scout some opponents and then I bump into this idiot!

AJP: Can't I come and watch the Tag Team Title tournament in peace?

CK: As long as you stay away from me, Aubrey.

Aubrey turns and starts to say something else to Christian, but grunts in frustration and stops herself. She turns, her nose pointed up in the air as she struts away. Hannah turns to Christian Kane who simply laughs at her. He turns and walks away as well, leaving Hannah standing, dumbfounded.

West: I don't understand. First, Christian Kane and Kaylyn James Evans jumped the Dying Breed to Aubrey J. Parker's music last night- now this? Something's off.

Harris: Yeah. It's the lack of privacy for the Megastars around here!

The cameras cut backstage where Nathaniel Havok is standing with Sienna Harrison. We listen in on their conversation...

Sienna Harrison
You've got to be kidding me. You can't do this!

Nathaniel Havok
I can, and I am!

Sienna Harrison
Haven't you done enough damage already? Leave it alone, Nathaniel! Just stop it, and leave it alone! You got what you wanted, didn't you?

Nathaniel Havok
You know as well as I do... I haven't gotten near what I wanted, just yet. The world needs to know. They deserve to know.

Sienna Harrison
We told you that you'd get what you wanted, but it's not going to be like that!

Nathaniel Havok
As long as I get what I want, then in the end, everything will be just fine.

Nathaniel smirks at Sienna, looking her up and down before turning his back, and walking away. As Nathaniel walks away, Alexander Duvall walks up to Sienna from the opposite end of the hallway, watching Nathaniel from afar as he vanishes down the hallway.

Alexander Duvall
What in the hell did he want?

Sienna Harrison
He says that he's announcing it after the main event. We can't have that! We can't let him do this to us, Alex! We're going to lose our jobs! We're going to...

Duvall puts his hand on Harrison's shoulder, stopping her mid-sentence.

Alexander Duvall
Don't worry about it, I think I've got it covered.

Sienna Harrison
What did you do?

Duvall smirks at Sienna. He attempts to ignore her question by opening his office door.

Sienna Harrison
Alex, tell me! What did you do?

The two walk into the office together as the scene fades back to ringside.

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 tag team match is scheduled for one fall and it is a Tag Team Tournament contest to determine the number one contenders for the Tag Team Championships!!! First, already in the ring at a combined weight of 515 pounds, the team of Leon "The Virus" Roberts and Jake "McLovin" Titan, the NATURAL BORN KILLAAAAZ!

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.

West: And here comes Tommy Knoxville who challenged the Killaz to a handicap match last week and nearly pulled it off... but just came up short!

Harris: Ha, he got chokeslammed to hell, Shane. Don't sugar coat it.

"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, on his way to the ring, from Long Beach, California, weighing 223 pounds... TOMMY KNOXVILLLLLE!

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: Knoxville is ready, but can he and the partner he never met before, Buckson Gooch, come together and pull off a victory?

The twangy strums of "Four Rusted Horses" starts and Buckson Gooch walks out, he looks around and soaks in the cheers. He lifts his large right arm and points from the high left to the high right. He pops his neck and glares at the ring. He walks to the ring without taking his eyes off of the ring. Gooch slides under the bottom rope and sits in the corner. He wipes his nose with his bare arm and grabs the top rope and pulls himself up. He snarls his nose, uses his finger and clogs his left nostril and fires a snot rocket to ringside...and then does the same with his left. He twists and pops his back...same serious look on his face...and he is ready for war.

Nicky Paige: And his partner, from Possomgrape, Arkansas, weighing 345 pounds... BUCKSON GOOCHHHH!

The competitors face off with Knoxville and Titan starting things off in the ring, but the crowd begins to grow loud, mainly with boos. For a moment, the competitors in the ring are unclear why, until-

West: Well... we commented on this odd pairing earlier tonight, but now they’re watching our match at ringside.

Harris: I don’t understand why they’re together. Aubrey clearly got the wrong Canadian. Christian Kane is not the other half of M&M!

West: Remember, last night on Asylum, Aubrey was seen talking to Christian Kane and Kaylyn James Evans shortly after they ambushed the Dying Breed. Who knows what’s going through her head?

Aubrey and Christian stand near the top of the ramp, speaking quietly to one another before the bell rings.

Tag Team Tournament Match
Buckson Gooch & Tommy Knoxville vs Natural Born Killaz (Jake “McLovin” Titan & Leon “The Virus” Roberts)

We start off with Knoxville rushing Titan with a Clothesline and following up with a Suplex. He rolls on top of Titan, mounting his front and begins to wail on him with a mixture of forearms and fists, but Titan shoves him off with authority after a few seconds. Knoxville rolls into his corner and immediately tags in Buckson Gooch which gets a big pop from Halifax! Titan gets to his feet and Buckson barrels over him with a Running Lariat! Titan is nearly trampled from the impact. He gets up, swinging at Buckson again, but his punch is blocked and Buckson nails a Powerslam! Buckson lifts him up again and Irish Whips him hard into a neutral corner. Titan hits the turnbuckle and groans in pain. Buckson then charges across the ring, going for a big splash in the corner... but Titan dives out of the way and crawls to his corner! Leon Roberts gets into the ring quickly and catches Buckson Gooch with a Big Boot when he turns around! Buckson gets up quickly, and this time Titan hits him with a Big Boot before sliding out of the ring! Buckson hits the ground and Leon covers his far leg.

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Harris: Kickout by Buckson Gooch! Doesn’t Demonica look great tonight, Shane?

West: Hm. I don’t know how I feel about a woman with the name “Demon” in her name. What is that anyway...like the opposite of Angelica? God. I’ve never met a nice woman named “Angelica” either. Anyway, Roberts is trying to get something going for his team here. He’s got Gooch up in the corner.

Roberts drives repeated knees into Buckson’s midsection in the corner. The referee starts to count him out and Roberts relents at four. He pulls Buckson out of the corner into a short-arm Flapjack Facebuster! The crowd applauds his strength and Roberts jumps onto the turnbuckles, playing to the lively audience. On the ramp, AJP rolls her eyes and mutters something to Christian Kane, who nods and seems to agree with a smirk.

Back in the ring, Roberts waits for Buckson to get up. He runs to the ropes and comes back for a Clothesline, but Buckson counters with a Sidewalk Slam! “The Virus” groans in pain as he gets back to his feet. He runs at Buckson Gooch again, but he’s caught in a Bearhug! He can’t hold onto the hold for long though, and drives Roberts down with a Belly to Back Slam! Roberts rolls away before Buckson can make the cover and Buckson looks up toward his tag team partner, Tommy Knoxville, who is antsy and jittery on the apron.

West: Buckson Gooch needs to make the tag to Tommy Knoxville right now! Tommy is anxious to get in the ring and redeem himself from last week!

Harris: Leon Roberts is trying to get to his corner too!

Both men make their tags at the same time! Knoxville hops into the ring and rushes at Jake Titan with a Spinning Heel Kick! The move takes Titan to the ground and Knoxville is up as Leon Roberts gets up. Knoxville takes Leon over the top rope and to the ground with a Clothesline! With the crowd fired up, Knoxville eyes Titan and goes out to the top turnbuckle. Perched on top, he waits until Titan gets up, and then jumps off for a Flying Crossbody...

Harris: Look at this strength, ha!

Titan catches Knoxville sloppily and drops him across his knee in the Powerslam position for a rib breaker. With a deep breath, he springs up and launches Knoxville overhead with a Fallaway Slam! He follows up with shots to the forehead and then goes to the top, taunting Knoxville to a mixed reaction from the crowd... Jake Titan then leaps off for a Diving Elbow Drop to the heart! Tommy Knoxville cries out in pain and Titan hooks the leg!

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Christian Kane and AJP continue to speak to each other at the top of the ramp with very little picked up by the cameras.

Harris: Wonder what they’re talking about up there... maybe Kane’s giving Kaylyn the boot. Or Parker to Logan!

West: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. This is a tag team tournament match and it makes sense for Aubrey to scout the competition.

Titan drags Knoxville back over to his corner by his hair as Roberts gets back up onto the apron. They exchange another tag and Titan Irish Whips Knoxville across the ring. He captures Knoxville for an Atomic Drop. Knoxville groans and Roberts blasts him with a running axe handle! Knoxville is driven to the mat and Roberts covers him once Titan exits.

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West: Excellent teamwork by the Natural Born Killaz, and we could’ve seen a repeat of last week right there!

Harris: Then Gooch got involved where he didn’t belong?

West: Where he didn’t belong? He’s in this match!

Titan takes offense and shouts insults at Buckson from his corner. Roberts shoots him a dirty look and lifts Knoxville up, but Knoxville counters by swatting his wrists away and hitting a stomp to the gut followed by a T-Bone Suplex!

West: Knoxville out of nowhere with that one!

He goes for a cover!

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Harris: Beautiful Suplex there, but it wasn’t enough to put down the big man. And thank goodness- I’d hate to see Demonica upset!

Demonica cheers her man on from the outside, even as Knoxville lights him up with chops and elbows once he rises to his feet. Knoxville takes him down with a DDT next and then goes out to the top rope. He waits for Roberts to get up, but Roberts is still groggy and hunched over! Knoxville hits a Flying Leg Drop to the back of his head!! He goes for the cover, but Roberts rolls toward the ropes... and with some help from Demonica, gets his wrist across the bottom rope! The referee sees it before he begins counting. Knoxville shouts at Demonica but Buckson yells for him to pay attention! The few seconds of distraction are enough for Roberts to hit a lightning-fast punch right to Knoxville’s stomach. Tommy drops to his knees and Roberts Irish Whips him across the ring. He catches Knoxville for a Spinebuster and yells for the end to the crowd!

West: The Killaz are feeling it here!

Harris: The tag!

Roberts tags Jake Titan in and the crowd grows loud as the two both stalk Tommy Knoxville, preparing to double-team him... but Buckson Gooch charges into the ring and smashes into Roberts with a Shoulder Block! Roberts climbs up, and charges Buckson but Buckson turns and hits a vicious Mule Kick to the face.... the RAZORBACK SCRAMBLER!

West: The Razorback Scrambler is on Meltdown once again! And I think it just knocked Leon Roberts out cold!

Demonica gasps and checks on the unconscious “Virus” outside the ring. Titan watches the display in shock-- but is caught from behind in a Half Nelson-esque chokehold by Tommy Knoxville... the Drunken Hangover! He is wrestled to the ground and Titan’s eyes widen. He reaches out for the ropes, his face turning red in the maneuver.

Harris: DRUNKEN HANGOVER! Titan’s gonna tap!

Titan raises his arm as the referee asks him if he wants to submit...

West: HEY!!!

The crowd boos loudly as Tommy Knoxville is dragged out of the ring by Christian Kane! Knoxville turns and looks at him in confusion, but Christian Kane blasts him with the SSK!

Harris: Super Sexy Kick! What!

The referee calls for the bell to the crowd’s frustration.

NO CONTEST

With the Natural Born Killaz still down on the outside, Christian Kane looks up at Buckson Gooch, who is completely confused in the ring.

West: What the hell is Christian Kane doing!?

AJP watches from the top of the ramp with her arms crossed. She doesn’t react, or make any move to join or stop Christian Kane. Christian lifts begins to stomp at the fallen Tommy Knoxville, and Buckson Gooch steps out of the ring, through the ropes...

Right as Kaylyn James Evans comes out of NOWHERE, a crowbar in hand, and runs by the apron, smashing it into Buckson’s skull! Buckson Gooch falls from the apron and to the ground, clutching his head. Kaylyn holds her crowbar in the air, smiling brightly to the audience. She takes a bow and allows Christian Kane to hold her hand, victoriously in the air.

West: What is this about!?

Harris: Christian Kane and Kaylyn James Evans should be the number one contenders! This tournament is a travesty!

The crowd continues to boo the duo, as they continue to take bows. The cameras focus on the four injured Megastars that are lying around the ring.

West: Look at this chaos!

Aubrey J. Parker just laughs softly from the top of the ramp. She gives Kaylyn and Kane a “golf clap” and blows them a dramatic kiss before turning and walking into the back. Kaylyn and Kane continue to play to the crowd, ignoring the negative reaction.

West: Well, I want to see how we’re going to handle this. Kaylyn James Evans and Christian Kane... and one half of the Tag Team Champions, Aubrey J. Parker... may have ruined this tournament!

Harris: Oh, ye of little faith!

[T-Marv]

Cameras fade in on Cid Phoenix walking backstage, looking rather sour. He is immediately approached by an 18 year old boy with a replica APW North American Championship. The boy sees Cid and rushes over to speak to him. Phoenix gives the boy a warm smile, as the boy holds out his hand. The Megastar shakes his his hand.

Boy: Wow! It's Cid Phoenix!!! Say, You're really here!

Phoenix (chuckles): Yeah, I am.. Where else would I be?

Boy: Oh man.. Mr. Phoenix, can you sign my Replica Belt? It's really cool, made of brass. My uncle paid a fortune for it!

Phoenix: That's a cool uncle.

Boy: Yeah, he is. So would you please sign it?

Phoenix shrugs his shoulders and takes a black marker given to him by the boy. He takes hold of the belt and prepares to sign it, when..

Boy: Wow, This is cool! You're the first jobber who gets to sign my title!

Phoenix stops and jerk upright, as if he's been struck by lightning. Tilting his head, he narrows his eyes, glaring at the kid in front of him.

Phoenix: What? What was that you said to me?

Boy: I said that you're the first to sign my belt.

Phoenix: Yeah, I heard all of that. You left out something. What did you call me?

Boy: What, I said jobber. I thought that's what you were..

Phoenix grabs the kid by the shirt, almost hoisting him off of his feet. Phoenix is wild-eyed as his voice raises several decibels higher.

Phoenix: What'd you say to me, punk?!? I happen to be a multi-champion, soon to be a champion again! And you'd best understand that, you snot-nosed punk!!!

The boy looks as if he's going to piss himself right then and there. Phoenix shoves him back, then sneers at him as he starts to walk away.

Boy: Uh.. Hey.. Mr. Phoenix, Sir?

Phoenix whirls around, rage boiling over.

Phoenix: WHAT?!?

Boy: My title.. You have it. Can I have it back?

Phoenix chuckles as he looks down at the title.

Phoenix: Oh, yeah.. I forgot about that. Here...

Phoenix runs towards the kid and smacks him across the face with the title. Down goes the kid in a heap, as Cid Phoenix gets up and stands over him.

Phoenix: Yeah, how was that? You like that you little punk?

Cameras zoom in on the boy who is now bleeding profusely from the forehead and brow. Cid Phoenix starts stomping on the 19 year old.

Boy: Oh, my God... Somebody help!

Phoenix: Oh, so now you want help.. Well here, kid lemme help you!

Phoenix grabs the kids legs and puts a leg in between them. Criss-crossing the boys legs and wrapping an arm around them, he turns the boy over onto his back, trapping him in a sick-looking Scorpion Hold. The boys blood-curdling screams echo throughout the hallway, as several other horrified fans look on - too afraid to Intervene. Phoenix laughs as the boy cries and taps wildly. Suddenly, the boy's father appears on camera, and starts punching away at Phoenix, who lets go of the hold and covers up. Falling to the floor, Phoenix curls up, as the father turns his attention to the boy, who is crying.

Phoenix even angrier now, gets up and sneaks behind the father and locks in a quick Cobra Clutch, cinching the hold tightly. The father grunts and struggles, trying to get out of the hold, but Cid starts screaming as he locks it in tighter. Within seconds, the father fades from consciousness, as Cid lets go of the hold and pushes the man off with his foot. He gets up and dusts himself off, Taking the time to look down at the mess he's made. He walks over and kneels down beside the boy.

Phoenix: Who's a jobber now, punk? You and your Daddy don't look too good right about now!

Suddenly, Phoenix looks down the hall and gets up, running off, as Security arrives. They hesitate to go after him, but instead elect to take care of the fallen boy and his father.

Cameras fade to ringside.

West: Well folks, over the past few weeks we've been inducting the 2013 class of the APW Hall of Fame and last week we found our 2nd member. Let's revisit that one more time.



Harris: And there you have it, James Chambers will be inducted to the APW Hall of Fame.

West: Keep watching to find out WHO'S NEXT!

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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.

{ Nicky Paige}
“The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…from Sherwood Forest…weighing in at one hundred thirty-two pounds……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.



Shane West: And there she goes that little mouse and Young Mannie’s the special guest referee.



Dick Harris: I love how the deck is stacked against Warren Peace. Will he crack under the pressure tonight and prove to the entire world how worthless he truly is.




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

Special Guest Ref Young Mannie
Warren Piece vs. Robina Hood

Warren’s music hits but he wastes no time. He dashes down the ramp and hits the ring, immediately getting into a slugfest with the Emo Princess. Peace gets the better of the fight and pushes Robina back into the corner. Instead of continuing the assault, Warren grab’s Hood’s outside arm and jumps onto the middle turnbuckle. He jumps down with the left side of his body first, and hits an arm drag. Peace doesn’t let go though, instead he just cranks the arm back. Hood pushes Warren in the back of the head then brings her legs up and scissors Peace’s head. She slams Peace down on the mat and Peace finds a hard time trying to push her off him. He then twists his body and gets to his knees, eventually getting to his feet. Hood, refusing to let go, applies more pressure on Peace’s head. Young Mannie with his referee shirt on and all his glory doesn’t seem to be biased. He just seems like a regular impartial referee at this point. Peace almost falls back down to one knee, but he uses as much power as he can muster and lifts Hood up then slams her down with a power bomb. But Peace isn’t done just yet. He lifts her up for another power bomb, but she shakes off the effects of the other power bomb and counters with a hurricanrana.


Shane West: A lot of back and forth action thus far. This might actually be a good, clean fight.


Dick Harris: Yeah so far there’s no sign of anything being biased. Boring!!!

Peace rolls to his feet and shakes his head around. He grabs the rope to help keep him vertical, but gets hit in the back with a dropkick from Robina. Peace goes through the middle rope but holds onto the top and pulls himself up. Hood runs at Peace but the former Rising Star shoves his shoulder through the middle rope, in hopes to stop her. However, Robina is hand standing on the top rope and she comes down with a leg drop across Peace’s neck, hanging him on the rope. Peace slides back inside the ring and Robina pulls him closer to the corner. Robina backs up a bit and runs at the corner. She jumps over Peace and onto the bottom rope, and hits a huge diving elbow drop.


Dick Harris: What a move by Robina Hood!



Shane West: I think she’s deflated Warren’s Peace with that one.




Dick Harris: Just no…


Robina Hood hooks the inside leg and Young Mannie slides down with a smile on his face counting

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The Emo Princess gets to his feet and pulls Peace up as well. She rocks Warren with a hard shot and then goes for a kick, but Peace catches it. Robina grins as she spins herself for the enziguri, but Warren ducks it and throws Robina face first into the mat. Warren Pace wrenches Hood’s ankle with an ankle lock. Hood quickly rolls through it, but like a shark Peace holds on. Instead of trying to lose him, Robina crawls towards the ropes and makes Young Mannie break the hold. Peace backs off for just a second before advancing towards Hood but she kips up and hits Peace with a hurricanrana that sends him to the outside. Hood springs to her feet and runs to the far ropes, she bounces back and leaps through the ropes throwing caution to the wind with that risky dive!

Dick Harris: An awkward dive to the outside! Hot damn!

Shane West: What ability on the part of Robina Hood! I must say, I am impressed with her, through and through right now.

Young Mannie starts his count.
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Mannie gets to 6 before the two megastars start to really move. By 7, Robina Hood is in the ring. Just before the 10 count, Peace rolls in himself. He pulls himself to his feet via the ropes and meets in the center of the ring where Hood is making her way to. Robina hits Peace with a stiff right that sends him stumbling a bit. She then goes for another shot but Peace grabs her arm and takes her down for a cross face. Peace struggles to lock the hold in as Robina squirms around. She uses the ropes behind her and sets her feet on the bottom, springing forward. She lands in a bridge but Peace still has that arm and clobbers Robina hard in the chest. She loses her bridge and is now flat on her back. Peace cranks the arm and twists it behind Robina’s back, causing her to sit up. Peace wrenches the arm harder and throws her down on the mat, face first. She moves around on the mat and eventually gets to her knees. The Emo Princess takes a few swings with her free hand, but to no avail. Warren Peace wrenches the arm once more, causing Robina to grunt in pain. Peace twists the arm one last time before Hood plants her free hand and rolls forward. Peace lets go of Hood’s arm, as he has now been catapulted, face first into the turnbuckle.

Shane West: Nice reversal there by Robina Hood.

Dick Harris: Do you honestly think that Young Mannie will play fair?


Shane West: He has thus far Dick; I have to believe that he will.

Robina Hood shakes off the damage done to her arm and watches closely as Peace starts to push himself out of the corner. Hood hits the ropes and in a flash is back. Warren is not even a foot out of the corner when she connects with a thunderous shining wizard! Peace hits the mat fast and hard, his eyes glazed over. A few gasps can be heard from the crowd after the smack of the shot. Hood rolls him over.
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Hood looks a little agitated that Peace kicked out but gets back to her feet. She stomps on the number one contender once and rushes to the corner, launching himself to the top. Hood stands up and leaps into the air, but Peace moves and avoids the frog splash! Hood crashes onto nothing but mat, giving Warren Peace time to recuperate. Peace gets to his feet as does Robina. Hood holds her chest but rushes at Warren Peace as soon as he notices she’s up. Peace grabs her and throws her over with a release overhead belly to belly. The Emo Princess slides but springs up fairly quickly. Robina rushes at Peace again but gets the same treatment. One last time, Hood gets to her feet and rushes at Warren. This time, Warren ducks around and catches her with a German. Peace pulls Robina to her feet and hooks her up for a vertical suplex. Instead of letting go, Peace pops his hips and hits the last two suplexes of Three Amigos.


Shane West: Warren Peace is picking up momentum here. This could be bad for the Emo Princess.



This time Robina Hood is not so quick to her feet. Peace is tired himself but gets up just to drop an elbow across Hood’s chest. Peace gets up and drags Robina Hood up as well. Peace kicks Robina hard in the gut and hooks her up with a northern lights suplex. Peace bridges, allowing for the count.


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Not enough to put her away. Peace lets go and gets to his feet. He kicks Robina Hood over so she lies on her stomach. Peace drops an elbow across the shoulders of Robina then turns it into a headlock. She spins around so he is sitting and pushes back into what would be a pinning predicament, but Peace pushes off before a 1. Warren rolls to his feet quickly but it takes a second for the worn down Emo Princess to get to her feet. Peace makes it to Hood first and lifts her up, applying a torture rack! Robina is screaming in pain but refuses to give up. Warren Peace jumps up and lands on his knees, cracking Hood’s back! Warren Peace then fumbles with his grip only slightly but regains it before Hood can capitalize. Warren tries to get back to a vertical base, but is too tired. Instead, he pulls one leg out so he has one foot down flat, and falls backwards on the mat. Emo Princess gasps in pain but has no time to recover as Peace is up to his feet. He steps back and kicks Robina with a booming shot to the back.



Dick Harris: Ooooh. Damn.



Shane West: What a shot!


Peace looks around at the crowd as he brings Hood back to her feet. Robina struggles with him for a bit, but Peace knees her in the gut then elbows her hard on the back. Peace is setting up Robina for what looks like a big power bomb! But wait, Robina elbows her way out. Hood runs to the ropes and obviously feels them when she bounces off. Hood hits Peace and looks like she is going for a tilt awhirl head scissors. She goes once around…twice…three times before Peace finally catches her with a backbreaker. Hood collapses to the mat, her back in real pain. Peace pulls Hood to his feet and whips him to the ropes. Hood is feeling the effects on her back but still runs back and right into the right hand! Robina Hood knows what is coming next and scurries to the ropes as quickly as possible. She wraps her arm around the bottom rope and makes Young Mannie push Warren Peace away. Robina Hood is seen fumbling around with something as Young Mannie is shouting with Peace. Warren gets fed up and pushes past the Young Mannie, grabbing Robina by the foot. He pulls Hood away and hooks the leg, for what looks like a Boston crab. Out of nowhere, Robina Hood decks Warren Peace in the face with brass knux! Young Mannie acts like he doesn’t see the weapon but is also making a confused look as Warren Peace hits the mat like a sack of hammers. Robina rolls Peace up for the cover.

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Shane West: What the hell? That no good bastard!

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Shane West: NO! Not this way!

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Ding! Ding! Ding!

Shane West : Damn it! Damn their souls straight to hell!

Nicky Paige: Your winner, Robina Hood!


(Robina rolls over quickly and hides the knux in her tights, where they were the whole time. She grins as she rolls out of the ring as he knows he just stole the victory. Robina limps up the ramp holding her back as Warren lays out cold in the middle of the ring.)

Shane West: Damn it! I thought we were going to have a clean damn match! Robina Hood couldn’t handle losing to Peace, so she had to cheat! Damn it!

Dick Harris: I thought we were going to see a fair match but it looks like it wasn’t meant to be tonight. And I couldn’t have it any other way. Great job guys that was cheating 101.

[T-Marv]

Backstage in Halifax. The mistress of Meltdown, Hannah ‘eye on the’ Storm is standing by with a long phallic object in her hand. It is but a humble microphone, but the image is unmistakable as APW’s favourite ring rat plunges that device against her lips. Standing behind her is that burgeoning manifestation of manhood – The Guv’nor.

Hannah Storm: Guv’nor, last week you defeated Robina Hood and Nathaniel Havok almost single-handedly in a tag team match. Afterwards Havok took a steel chair to you as an exclamation point to his shocking revelation about the true identity of The Finnish Phenom. Tonight, you go one on one with Havok in the Meltdown main event; how determined are you to settle the score?

The Guv’nor steps forward, takes off his shades and gives Hannah a good look up and down. She can feel his eyes all over her, and inside she smiles to herself, pleased with her choice of attire.

Guv’nor: My my, Hannah Storm, don’t you look a treat tonight. Hmmm-mmmm....

The Guv’nor shifts about a bit, allowing his eyes to take in all the curves and all the angles.

Guv’nor: You got this stunning tight-fitting red dress on, showing off all your curves; you got your tits pushed up, your arse bulging out the back door. Lovely jubbly! You look the business Hannah.

She lets out a giggles; her fluttering eyes say thank you.

The Guv’nor: Like you’re out grafting for a man. And I can see the way you’re looking at The Guv’nor, you may have found exactly what you’re looking for.

Hannah: Well, I...

She can’t prevent herself from giggling.

The Guv’nor: But I need you to do something for me, sweets.

Hannah: Anything.

The Guv’nor: See that guy over there?

Hannah looks across reluctantly, remembering last week. The Guv’nor leans in and puts his arm around Hannah.

The Guv’nor: Don’t be shy. His name’s ‘John’.

Hannah: John?

The Guv’nor: Yeah, he’s a real bugger for playing ‘tricks’.

Hannah: Tricks?

The Guv’nor: His favourite is paying cheap tarts for a bit of trouser-action; now get off over there and make your old man proud.

With a forceful slap on the rump The Guv’nor sends Hannah on her way. She looks back like a rabbit in headlights, her eyes pleading with The Guv’nor, but he gestures her away. She takes a couple of steps forward, then he whistles her back, a welcoming smile on his face, as if it were all a bit of harmless fun. He beckons her close.

The Guv’nor: No need to take the microphone, love; he’s got all the equipment he needs. Now piss off!

He pushes her away and turns to face the camera.

The Guv’nor: I’ve been giving this a lot of thought – do I want to even the score tonight against Nathaniel Havok? But then I thought, that implies he’s got one over on me. Last time I checked in the wins columns it was Guv’or 1, Havok 0.

Here’s the thing: I’m not complaining because somebody decided they wanted to start handing me some grief. I’ve never been one to shirk a challenge, no matter how tasty the other fella fancies himself to be. This one is about balance, you see. I did think to myself maybe this Havok got a bit carried away in the moment, maybe he needed to punctuate his little surprise, make it more than some kid’s tea party game of who’s who. After all, he don’t know who I am, therefore he made a mistake out of sheer ignorance.

Now in my time I’ve seen a few mugs take an unnecessary pop at me, and they’ve admitted it was foolishness on their part because they simply didn’t comprehend the consequences of their actions, being as it was who and what I am they slighted. I could say to Havok ‘no sweat, bruv; you’ve learnt your lesson’ if I believed in my heart he knew it was a mistake to try and take a liberty with The Guv’nor.

But slags like this they don’t listen; they can’t listen; it’s impossible for them to hear sense. Everything single word that goes in their ears is all me-me-me-me-me-me-me, and you can only teach them in the language of fists and kicks. Well Havok is going to experience a new sound tonight: the thump-thump-thump of me bouncing his head round the four corners of that ring like a basketball, for the very reason that he needs to learn that he just isn’t going to get away with making a mug out of me. This about me marking Havok’s, and everybody else’s, cards around here; it’s about showing every single cheap and nasty slag on this roster what’s what if you want to try and rump the old Guv’nor here.

I’m not saying Havok’s got no chance; the way this place is run it wouldn’t surprise me if there is some turn-up that enables him to sneak away with a win. If I’ve learnt anything in this life it is that greasy slags like Nathaniel Havok have a tendency to slip out of your grasp just as you’ve got a nice grip on their windpipe. But I promise you all when Havok stands in front of his mirror tomorrow, strips himself right down to his little cobblers, and starts to give that bishop a good beating, he’ll have to do it through the eyes of his mangled face.

Let’s just say it’ll be a constant reminder of my stamp of disapproval; a stamp that marks his scars MADE IN HACKNEY!

The Guv’nor drops the mic, slips on his shades and heads off the set. Meltdown cuts to a promo for this week’s Overdrive.

The crowd boos as our cameras return from break, showing Meltdown's General Manager, Alexander Duvall, and Meltdown's Vice-GM, Sienna Harrison marching through the halls with Sienna flipping through papers, looking alarmed.

Duvall: Well, what the hell do they say?!

Sienna groans as she looks up from the papers, over at Duvall.

Duvall: Well?

Sienna: Apparently, Mark Mania's gonna be on Meltdown next week with Jeff... And Jeff's going to decide whether or not we need to undergo a professional evaluation.

The crowd roars at the announcement and Duvall slaps a wall in frustration.

Duvall: And WHY the hell is he bringing Mark Mania with him?!

Sienna: I don't know. I don't see what he has to do with anything!

Duvall: Did you know about this? Did you know anything about this at all?

Sienna: No! I-- I...

Her eyes widen and the crowd grows loud as they realize what Sienna has realized.

Duvall: What?

Sienna: ...Evan called me earlier. He tried to warn me. He said something about Mark Mania and-- and I didn't listen, and--

Duvall: He's trying to take this show from us.

Duvall stops his journey as they reach the office door. He turns and glares at Sienna.

Duvall: I don't know where your bloody head is, but I'll be damned if anyone holds MY show hostage.

He thrusts open the office door and steps inside-- and his face freezes with fear. Sienna gasps and throws her hands up over her mouth.

The cameras pan around and the crowd roars... As Amy Zing is shown sitting at Duvall and Harrison's desk, next to her brother, the attorney, Liu Zhao! The camera focuses on their smirking faces for a moment before Liu speaks.

Zhao: So... It's been brought to my attention that you guys may have some legal issues on your hands.

He laughs.

Zhao: For a small price, I think Amy and I could help you. You-- you DO remember Amy. Right?

Sienna groans. Duvall places his fists on his desk and lowers his head, nearly shaking with anger.

Zhao: Alex? Sienna? Let's talk.

Amy Zing and Liu Zhao smile at the Meltdown brass. Alexander Duvall stands up and turns, angrily slamming the door shut in the face of the camera as we fade to black, while the audience in the arena chants for their beloved former Megastar.

"AMY ZING!"

"AMY ZING!"

"AMY ZING!"

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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

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

Respect

Respect

Respect

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

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

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

Bad boys inna London
Rude boys inna England

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

Mi are di nuttah
Original madmah madmah mad nuttah

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

Paige: Hailing from the East End of London, he weighs 228lbs...THE GUV’NOR!!!

The Guv’nor slides into the ring and tosses his shades into the crowd as the music fades out and he gets ready for his opponent.

Paige: And his opponent...

'Cult of Personality' hits on the PA system as bright white strobe lights flicker around the arena. Nathaniel steps out from the back, and casually walks to the top of the ramp.

Paige: From the Underworld by way of Indianapolis, Indiana... Weighting in at 242lbs. He's the Enforcer of Sorrow, Nathaniel Havok!

Some fans begin to boo him, but his "cult-like" following overshadows them with their deafening cheers. He gives a sadistic grin to the crowd before throwing his hands in the air as Pyro goes off around him. Nathaniel then begins to casually walk down the ramp, hopping onto the ring apron, and climbing the rope. He taunts the crowd before jumping over the ropes, and into the ring. Nathaniel runs the ropes a few times, getting a feel for them before the match. He then takes his shirt off, tosses it into the crowd, and stands in his corner as the music dies out.

West: This is the match we've been waiting all night for! The main event! The Guv'nor, Nathaniel Havok, one on one!

Harris: Oh, this one's going to be amazing!

The referee calls for the bell, and both men begin circling each other. The two men meet in the center, attempting a collar and elbow tie-up. However, Nathaniel sees an opening, and knees the Guv'nor in the gut. Dropping down to one knee, the Guv'nor is unable to defend himself against the clubbing blows to the back that Nathaniel is now berating him with. After a few moments, Nathaniel allows his foe to come to his feet. Nathaniel suddenly darts across the ring, coming back to deliver a thunderous dropkick, sending the Guv'nor back down to the mat below. Not wasting any time, Nathaniel pops back up to his feet, and starts stomping all over Lansbury. Unable to get up, Lansbury rolls out of the ring to regain his composure. Not having any part of allowing him to recover, Nathaniel follows the Guv'nor out of the ring. Seeing an opening, the Enforcer of Sorrow darts after his foe. Lenny scouts it however, and sends Nathaniel flying into the steel steps.

West: Well scouted by the Englishman! Now maybe he can take this contest over!

Harris: It's been all Nathaniel from the start, but unfortunately, now he doesn't look so good.

Favoring his knee, Nathaniel is very slow to get to his feet. The Guv'nor helps him to his feet, by dragging him up by the hair, and tossing him back into the ring. Before Lenny steps back in however, he delivers an elbow to the chest of Nathaniel Havok. Rolling around, writhing in pain, Havok doesn't realize that Lansbury is now perched up on the top rope. Once Nathaniel is in position, Lansbury dives off of the top rope, delivering a huge splash! The Guv'nor then goes for the cover...

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Harris: Wow! That was close!

West: Great showing by both men in the early opening of this contest!

Wasting no time, the Guv'nor gets back to his feet, and pulls his opponent to his feet as well. The Englishman whips Havok into the corner, darting at him and delivering a splash that puts him back down. Quickly bringing him back up, the Guv'nor traps him in the corner, and begins to deliver a sequence of elbows to the head and chin area. The fans count along, as the Guv'nor continues to deliver the punishment.

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The Guv'nor backs up, allowing Havok to stagger out of the corner. Havok begins to throw punches in every direction, still reeling from the elbows he suffered to his face. Havok then falls face down onto the mat below, as Lenny looks on with a smile on his face.

Harris: Look at this! This guy is a jerk! Fight the man, don't make fun of him!

Lenny drags Nathaniel back up, and whips him across the ring.

West: Clothesline here... NO! Sleeper hold! Sleeper hold by Nathaniel!

Harris: Nathaniel ducked the clothesline, now is his chance to take the Guv'nor down, so he can regain his marbles!

West: A veteran move by the Enforcer of Sorrow!

As Lansbury begins to fade, the two men slowly make their way down to the mat below. Nathaniel indeed takes this time to recover from the punishment he received, as Lenny fights to stay conscious. After a minute or two, Nathaniel demands that the referee check the Guv'nor, to see if he's still conscious. The referee lifts Lenny's hand into the air, and drops it as it goes right back down.

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The referee lifts the hand into the air one more time, dropping it right back down.

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Once again, the referee lifts the hand. Dropping it, he's shocked to see that the hand doesn't fall completely to the ground. Getting a stir from the fans, the Guv'nor charges up to his feet, fighting with everything he's got. When the two get to a vertical base, Lenny lands a few crucial elbows to the stomach of the Enforcer of Sorrow. Lansbury sees his opening, and darts across the ring, coming back with a huge clothesline. Nathaniel pops right back up, only to receive another clothesline. Nathaniel gets to his feet right away, but is met by the Guv'nor, who kicks him right in the stomach. Lenny then sets Nathaniel up, lifting him high into the air, and staying there momentarily.

West: Outweighed by at least 20 pounds, and he still has enough strength to keep Havok suspended in the air!

As Lenny poses for the crowd, Nathaniel starts wiggling his legs, gaining enough leverage to flip back to his feet, standing behind the Guv'nor. Before Lansbury can turn around, Nathaniel pushes him into the corner, and rolls him up for the pin.

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Both men spring back up, delivering lefts and rights to one another. Nathaniel gets the upper hand with a kick to the gut. He then whips Lansbury into the ropes with so much momentum, that Lansbury flips over the turnbuckle, landing on his feet on the ring apron. Nathaniel sees an opening however, grabbing onto the ropes and flip-kicking the Guv'nor in the back of the head. Lenny loses his balance, and falls to the floor below. Nathaniel waits until Lenny makes it to his feet, then slingshots himself over the ropes, landing right on top of his foe with a cross-body block, much to the delight of the crowd.

West: Both men are down on the outside, the referee is going to utilize the ten count!

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Lenny makes his way to his feet, and Nathaniel sees another opening. Havok darts across the ring, attempting to baseball slide outside. It's scouted by the Guv'nor, who lifts up the dressing on the ring apron, trapping Havok between the ring and the dressing. The Guv'nor takes this opportunity to hit Nathaniel Havok with a tremendous amount of haymakers, leaving Nathaniel dazed on the outside. The Guv'nor takes this opportunity to roll back into the ring. But before he can make it to his feet, Nathaniel grabs him by the ankles, and brings him back to the outside. Now free from the ring apron, Nathaniel pokes Lenny in the eye, leaving him powerless momentarily. Nathaniel then whips his foe into the barricade, as Lenny lets out a howl of pain. Nathaniel takes a moment to mess with the fans, taunting them before delivering a stiff right hand to the head of his opponent. The referee makes his way out of the ring to separate the two men, but is completely ignored. Nathaniel begins to drag Lenny up the ramp, as the referee walks behind him, ordering the two men to get back into the ring.

Harris: Nathaniel, don't get disqualified! Come on, man! Get back into the ring!

Nathaniel places Lenny into position for a vertical suplex. He attempts to lift his foe, but it's blocked. One more attempt, and it's blocked again.

West: No! No! No! NO! Vertical Suplex on the steel ramp, by the Guv'nor! If he can get Nathaniel back into the ring, this one should be over!

The crowd goes crazy for the near-extreme bump taken by the two men, as the Guv'nor makes his way to his feet. Lenny picks Nathaniel up by the hair, and drags him back down the ramp, rolling him back into the ring. After getting back into the ring himself, Lenny takes this opportunity to slap on a reverse-face lock.

West: Bite of the Dragon here by the Englishman! This one could be over real soon!

Harris: No! Nathaniel is tougher than that, he'll fight out!

As Nathaniel panics to fight towards the ropes, Lenny places him into a body scissors, making it harder for him to fight out.

West: Wait, wait... What in the hell is Alexander Duvall doing out here?

The Guv'nor notices that the Meltdown GM has made his way to the entrance ramp, and relinquishes the hold. He gets to his feet and stares at the General Manager for a moment.

Harris: Tension is high here, Shane! I don't like this!

The Guv'nor mumbles something directed at Duvall, and turns around to find Nathaniel waiting for him.

West: Kick to the gut... THE PLAN EXTRACTION! THE PLAN EXTRACTION! IT'S OVER!

Harris: The Pin!

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West: Foot on the ropes! The Guv'nor got his foot on the ropes!

Nathaniel pops up to his feet, irate that he gave up the ring position so Lenny could get his foot on the ropes. Nathaniel then too sees Duvall at the top of the ramp, and begins to stare him down. This allows the Guv'nor time to recover, and get to his feet. Nathaniel turns around in time to see Lenny charging at him, but has no choice but to accept the kick to the gut that's coming to him.

Harris: Here it comes, the Gypsy Kiss! No! He hit it!

West: It's over!

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West: Unbelievable! Nathaniel had the wherewithal to grab the rope! These two men seem so compatible! It's almost like facing yourself!

In the ring, the Englishman seems frustrated, getting to his feet and immediately scaling the top rope. He waits for Nathaniel to get to a vertical base, and then leaps off. Scouted by Nathaniel, Lansbury hits the mat below face first. Nathaniel drags him up to a vertical base, and then kicks him in the stomach.

West: Commence Destruction! No, blocked! Black Cab Smash! Black Cab Smash! It's over!

Harris: The pin!

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3!

West: It's over! The Guv'nor wins! Wait... Where in the hell is Duvall?

Harris: Wha... What? Where'd the boss go?

The bell sounds, and the Guv'nor gets to his feet. He lifts his hands high in the air as ‘Original Nuttah’ hits on the PA system.

Paige: Here is your winner, The Guv'nor!

Lenny begins to celebrate, but his celebration is cut short by Havok, who clips him from behind. The fans begin to boo, as Havok demands a microphone. Lenny gets to his feet, but is met with a microphone to the face, which knocks him out cold. Nathaniel kicks him out of the ring, and places the microphone to his face.

Nathaniel Havok
NO! NO, NO, NO! Dammit, Duvall! Damn you! Get your ass out here you little piece of sh*t!

Nathaniel waits a minute or two, and then decides to break the silence.

Nathaniel Havok
This is what you had planned? This is how you were going to shut me up? Sorry, didn't work! I'm still standing, and I'm still talking!

Nathaniel takes a minute to catch his breath.

Nathaniel Havok
It's time for Nathaniel Havok to once again shock the world! Because per my new contract... At RassleMania... I, Nathaniel Havok... Will face off against the Nor...

Nathaniel's microphone gets cut off, much to the confusion of the capacity crowd. Nathaniel throws the mic down, and demands another.

Nathaniel Havok
At RassleMania... I, Nathaniel Havok... Will go up against the North Amer...

Yet again, his mic gets cut off. Nathaniel begins to throw a fit, when all of the sudden, Amy Zing hits the ring like a ball of fire, beating the hell out of Nathaniel. Nathaniel is unable to contain her, and can only escape from the ring. However, when he does, Amy rolls out, and continues to bring the fight to him. The two fight up the ramp, as the show runs out of time.

Harris: What was he saying? RassleMania? What in the hell? He wasn't even able to finish!

West: Even more questions tonight than answers, as a whole new chapter to this has been opened up! We're out of time, though! For Dick Harris and the rest of the Meltdown crew, goodnight everybody!

Nathaniel Havok and Amy Zing continue to fight up the entrance ramp, as the show fades out and goes off air.