RASSLEMANIA IX

[President Jeff]

PRE SHOW MATCH
Dan White vs. Legion vs. Delikado

The bell rings and Delikado, Legion, and Dan White are standing in neutral corners. Legion stares menacingly at both of them...Dan White lunges toward Delikado and Delikado dives out of the ring. Legion goes on the offensive on a distracted Dan White. Delikado mimes wiping the sweat from his head. Legion charges and nails Dan White with elbows and knee strikes. Legion steps up on White’s knee and elevates up to nail an enzuigiri.

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KICKOUT!

Delikado is in the ring and almost broke up the pin, but White kicked out. Legion is choking out White and banging his head on the mat. Delikado looks like he should do something, so he takes off his shoe and puts it on his hand and drops it hard over the head of Legion. Legion looks up at glares at Delikado and slowly releases his choke hold while not taking his eyes off of Delikado. He gets up and charges toward Delikado, but Delikado scrambles out of the ring and runs to the back. Legion rolls back in and is trying to get up...75 MPH KICK!!!!!! Delikado is running back down to the ring...with one shoe on...

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DELIKADO BREAKS IT UP!!!!!

Delikado broke up the pin with a double axe-handle. He’s up on his feet and goes for a kick to the head of White and ends up slipping as he’s in his slick, sweaty sock. He goes over and picks up his shoe and puts it on and is met by Dan White. They begin to trade punches. Delikado sticks his thumb in the eye of Dan White and drops White with a Deli-Kado DDT.. Legion is up to his feet, but trying to shake the cobwebs away. Delikado charges at him and he and Legion crumple over the top and to the floor...
Delikado sends Legion into the guardrail hard and slides back into the ring to the downed Dan White. Delikado stands him up...LAST CALL TO CUBA!!!!!!!!

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Winner: Delikado!

PRE SHOW MATCH

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Young Mannie Vs. Williams D. Williams

The two former friends step to each other after the referee calls for the bell. Mannie with a slight smile spouting off at the mouth. Saying something Williams doesn't like, Mannie is punched the to jaw and quickly he stumbles back but pops forward with a blast of his own. The two lock up after the one, two trade off of punches. Mannie drops and hits a hip toss, Williams hits the canvas and slides over onto his knee with his hand pushing against the mat. He pushes up and charges in at Mannie with a clothesline but Mannie bends backwards, ducking the clothesline attempt.

Mannie kips back up onto his feet as Williams twirls around to face "The Main Attraction". The two come in and Mannie goes for a European Uppercut but Williams spins Mannie and quickly connects with a Reverse DDT. Hooking a leg, Williams goes for a quick pinfall. Mannie kicks out before the referee can slap the canvas even once. Williams and Mannie get to their feet in close distance of each other and Mannie snatches the bad arm of Williams and hits a Jumping Arm Breaker. Williams grabs his arm and rolls, letting out groans and moans as the referee hurries to check on him. Mannie gets up and smiles at the crowd who begins reigning down boos to "The Main Attraction" as he looks over at Williams.

Pulling Williams up by the bad arm, he brings him to his feet and pulls him in for a Suplex. Mannie signals for a "Death By Mannie" and the crowd lets him hear and feel their disapproval. He lifts Williams up but right away Williams drops solid knees to the top of Mannie's head. Williams drops to his feet and instantly twists Mannie with a Side Neckbreaker. The fans erupt with cheer as Williams grabs hold of his bad arm and pushes up onto his knees using his shoulder instead. Young Mannie gets to his feet, surprised at the counter. Mannie lunges himself with a big overhead right but Williams using his bad arm, hooks the incoming wild punch and spins around to the back of Mannie, locking him into a Full Nelson. Quickly Williams lifts and drops down hitting a Full Nelson Bomb.

Holding onto his arm, Williams rolls Mannie over onto his back and lays across him as the referee drops and makes the pin attempt.

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Kickout.

Mannie rolls away as soon as Williams sits up onto his knees. As Williams gets up, Mannie scrambles to his feet. Williams comes in with a downward elbow but Mannie strikes faster and swiftly kicks to Williams midsection. Mannie switches and kicks to Williams bad arm at his other side. Again, Mannie throws a rapid and powerful kick and again. Williams blocks a kick with his forearm but is met with a thrust to the throat that chokes him up. Mannie lays into Williams with a tirade of kicks and punches, a large combination that moves Williams back and then drops him to one knee as Mannie comes in hard with a kick to the outer leg. Mannie stops, steps back with his left foot and comes in with a vicious and well placed kick to the side of Williams head and down goes "The Smooth One". Williams just didn't have a clear answer for any of it.

With Williams on the canvas, Mannie rolls him onto his stomach. At his head, Mannie leaps off his feet and comes down hard with a knee to the back of Williams head, scraping the top of the dome. Mannie spider crawls over Williams and begins driving rapid knees into Williams bad arm. After about four of them, Mannie raises the bad arm and locks it and Williams head in a guillotine, flipping over and locking in Mannie's "Mannic Attack" submission. Williams arched back to inhumane lengths screams as his bad arm and neck are being wrenched back. He has nowhere to go and is forced to tap out. The referee shakes Mannie a few times and then finally he releases the dangerous submission.

Winner: Young Mannie [/center]

"Another Way" plays as Young Mannie gets to his feet. Uncle Charlie and his bodyguard enter the ring. Uncle Charlie hugs his nephew from behind as the crowd roars with boos. Williams slowly rolls out of the ring as Mannie turns and watches his old friend exit the ring side area.

As the video ends, Pyro shoots from the stage. The crowd is screaming at the top of their lungs as the camera pans through the crowd

Harvey: WELCOME EVERYONE TO THE BIGGEST EVENT OF THE YEAR. WELCOME TO THE EVENT WHERE BOYS BECOME MEN, MEN BECOME LEGENDS, AND LEGENDS BECOME IMORTAL. WELCOME EVERYONE TO RASSLEMANIA IX!!!

The Camera cuts to Johnny Chase and Darren Harvey

Chase: LISTEN TO THE CROWD, I CAN BARELY HEAR MYSELF. I’M JOHNNY CHASE ALONG SIDE DARREN HARVEY. AND ALSO CALLING THE ACTION TONIGHT ARE RUSS T NAILZ AND STEVE BECKETT! AS WELL AS DICK HARRIS AND SHANE WEST

The Camera cuts to Nailz and Beckett

Nailz: ITS GREAT TO BE HERE AT RASSLEMANIA VIII. AND WE HAVE A HUGE SHOW PLANNED, TELL’EM STEVE!

Beckett: WE HAVE 13 MATCHES TAKING PLACE, 7 OF THEM BEING TITLE MATCHES! WE WILL SEE THE TAG TITLE ON THE LINE AS M&M DEFENDS AGAINST THE DYING BREED AND KJE AND CHRISTIAN KANE. ALSO JASON KASH TAKES ON SHANE BORDERLAND. AND IN OUR FIRST OF OUR DOUBLE MAIN EVENT, KEATON SAINT DEFENDS THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE AGAINST MICHAEL CALLAHAN!

The camera goes back to Harvey and Chase.

Harvey: AND ON THE OVERDRIVE SIDE, WE HAVE TERRY MARK MANIA AND EVAN ENVI FOR THE OVERDRIVE TITLE! ALSO FOR THE XTREME TITLE, FANS BRING THE WEAPONS, AC SMITH DEFENDS AGAINST MICHAEL LIVEY AND BUCKSON GOOCH. AND THE MAIN EVENT FOR TONIGHT, FOR THE UNDISPUTED TITLE, TERRY MARVIN DEFENDS AGAINST CJ GATES IN A 60 MIN IRON MAN MATCH

Chase: I CAN’T WAIT. WE’VE WORKED A YEAR FOR TONIGHT, SO LETS GO TO THE RING! LETS PASS IT OVER TO SHANE WEST AND DICK HARRIS FOR THE FIRST MATCH TONIGHT

West: Thanks. It's an honor to be calling the very first match on what is going to be an outstanding Rasslemania card.

Harris: No doubt about that. Though the one that I'm looking forward to is the North American title match because who knows how that could change the landscape of Meltdown!

West: But first a tag team match to determine the number one contenders to the Tag Team titles.

Ferrari: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is to determine the number one contenders to the APW Tag Team Titles.

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. Both men appear on the stage, along with Leon's Wife Demonica. All three walk down the ramp. Once at ringside, Jake parks his Shopping card, as Demonica climbs up and waits on the apron. Both men slide in.

Ferrari: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 515 lbs, the team of Leon "The Virus" Roberts and Jake Titan...THE NATURAL BORN KILLAZ!

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

West: These two men have been quite impressive since making their debut in APW and have quickly flown up the tag team ranks.

Harris: They certainly have and tonight they get a chance to set themselves up for a big title match. All they have to do is get by their opponents.

Leon took a mic, and began to speak.

Leon: What's up TORONTO!!!

The entire crowd explodes in massive cheers, cheering for the shout out, and for one of, if not the most, deranged men in wrestling, Leon 'The Virus' Roberts.

Leon: Tonight, is Rasslemania. Without a doubt, this is the big one. And only a month or so in, we, the Natural Born Killaz, are on the card, while it likely took years for the rest of the chumps to get on. And even some chumps, got delegated, to pre-show duties. How does that show for the inevitable rise of the Killaz, to being not only future tag champs, but dominating everywhere?!

The entire crowd once again cheers for Leon's proclamation. At the same time, Jake Titan is grabbing one of the cameraman's cameras, and comes into the ring.

West: What's he doing?

Leon: Good work Jake. You learned to listen. But tonight, many things are going to happen. One of those things could very well be a tragedy, a triumph, or just plain awesome. Why don't I make sure all three happen in the first match.

Harris: Now this ought to be interesting to see.

West: But how can that be done?

Harris: Watch and learn, nerd boy.

Leon: And what do I mean by that you ask? A tragedy, that Hicksville will likely be losing one of their lives tonight. If their lucky, well then one career would have been ended tonight, before one definitely is later. A triumph, as the Killaz get their rightful vindication over a travesty that happened.

West: As you folks may remember, Christian Kane and Kaylyn James Evans interfemaroon with the last match between these two, so a clear victor will be determined.

Harris: Hopefully. I don't want to see Gooch and Knoxville stink up more then they already are.

Leon: As for the awesome....you're looking at it. But...as you all have come out, in my hometown, to watch the Killaz whoop some ass, amongst other things that will happen, it is my duty, to help you guys enjoy the show.

Leon steps out of the ring, with Jake following him. Demonica stays in the ring, and is leaning up against one of the corners. Leon pulls a big sack out of the ring, and goes to ringside. He pulls an object out of the sack, which is a pair of noseplugs.

Leon: Noseplugs. Because tonight, everyone's gonna need them. Especially with Buckson Gooch, stinking up the ring for two matches, and whatever stinker is going to be going on.

The entire crowd laughs at that, as Leon tosses out noseplugs everywhere. He even gives a few pairs to the ringside commentary.

West: Does this man knows any form of sportsmanship?

Harris: Just put on your noseplugs and enjoy the Killaz whoop some ass.

Leon: Now with that out of the way, I have one announcement. It's come to my attention, that the Killaz couple use a bit of a...roster update.

Leon slides back into the ring. Demonica meets back up with him in the center of the ring, and she smirks. Jake is also back in, and points the camera at Leon. Leon also moves to behind Demonica.

Leon: That's right ladies and gentlemen, the Killaz, are adding new members, to our group. Not one, but two. With that being said, Allow me, to introduce, the two newest members, of the Natural Born Killaz...

With that, Jake moves forward a bit, as Leon grabs the camera, and points it right at Demonica's well developed, double D cleavage.

Leon: These two!

Harris: WHOA! Nice tits.

Alot of wolf whistling is heard, along with cheers, as the entire audience, especially the male population, love the view of Demonica's bust. But what really gets the crowd going into a frenzy, is that, Demonica grabs both of Leon's hands, and guides them to her cleavage, and presses on them. Leon happily grabs both boobs with glee. After a second, Demonica pulls them off, turns around, and kisses Leon. Jake however, points the camera downward, to give everyone a nice view of Demonica's round and juicy ass. After a minute, Jake looks up, as Leon and Demonica stopped kissing.

West: Are we even allowed to show this?

Harris: To late now.

Leon: Jealous much boys?! I think so. I don't care who, any of you think is hot, nobody, is hotter the Demonica Roberts. So take that F&#$ers, My wife, is the hottest woman in this, and every universe.

The entire crowd once again cheers loudly, agreeing with what Leon just had to say.

Leon: But in all seriousness, tonight is going to be special. So let's start Rasslemania. Get those half wits down here, so we can kick their ass.

With that, Jake gives the camera back to the cameraman, and slides back into the ring, as Leon passes him the mic.

Jake: Yo, kicking ass ain't just what we doing. The Killaz tonight, is gonna do what they do best. Stealin' the show, the women....and your lives!

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.

Ferrari: And their opponents. First, weighing in at 223 lbs and hailing from Long Beach, California...TOMMY KNOXVILLE!

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 returned not too long ago at the Meltdown Super Show and it doesn't seem like he's lost a beat, already getting himself back into the eyes of the fans.

Harris: He's not letting any possible apst failures in APW get him down, and instead, he's making the most of every opportunity thrown his way.

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.

Ferrari: And his partner, weighing in at 345 lbs and hailing from Possomgrape, Arkansas...BUCKSON GOOCH!

West: Now here's another man that has made a name for himself. Not only is he challenging for a shot at the tag team titles, but he's also got an Xtreme title shot right after!

Harris: I think this match can best be summed up by saying that these four men are all on the rise, and it wouldn't shock me to see some of them go on to great things following, or maybe because of, this night.

Roberts and Titan discuss some strategy while Gooch and Knoxville do the same, waiting for the bell to ring.

Titan and Gooch are the first two in the ring and they tie up, with Gooch getting the advantage because of his bigger size. He back Titan up a few steps, but Titan is quick to stop the momentum with a raised knee to Gooch's gut. Titan follows that up with a forearm shot and goes for another punch, but Gooch manages to block it and fires in one of his own. He backs Titan into the ropes and whips him across the ring, only for Titan to duck under a clothesline attempt and come back to catch Gooch with a flying forearm to the head. Gooch stumbles backward and nearly falls, but manages to keep his feet just long enough to watch a dropkick connect that sends him down to the ground.

West: Titan with the early momentum here.

Harris: It will be interesting to see how this match plays out. Remember, these two teams competed in the tag tournament in a match that would end as a no contest.

Gooch is quick to his feet, but Titan is on him, throwing in some more punches and sending Gooch into the ropes. Gooch comes back and Titan hits a clothesline that sends Gooch back into the ropes, and Gooch comes off of them with a huge clothesline of his own to take down Jake Titan!

West: Great knockdown by Gooch!

Gooch hauls Titan up and gives him a kick to the gut before pulling him over to his corner where Gooch tags in Knoxville. Gooch holds up Titan's arm and Knoxville fires a punch into the exposed ribs before grabbing Titan and raising a knee into the stomach. Knoxville sends Titan into the ropes and on the return he kicks Titan in the gut and hooks him up for a DDT but Titan pushes out of it and takes Knoxville down with a clothesline! Titan wastes no time getting up and making the tag to Leon Roberts.

Roberts is quick to pounce on Knoxville, catching him with some punches as Tommy gets to his feet. The Virus scoops him up and slams him back down before dropping a quick elbow onto the chest of Knoxville. Roberts keeps the pressure on by lifting Knoxville up and hitting him with a snap suplex before going for a pin.

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West: Roberts with the first pin attempt, but I think it's going to take a lot more to keep Knoxville down.

Harris: No kidding. It's way too early to count Knoxville out.

Roberts continues to assault Knoxville, giving him a few more punches before sending him into the ropes. Knoxville ducks under a clothesline on the way back, and as he hits the ropes, Roberts goes for a big boot, but Knoxville drops down and slides underneath, clipping the leg of Roberts, taking the Virus down!

West: That's using your brain!

Harris: Stopped Roberts momentum dead in his tracks.

Knoxville shakes out the cobwebs before moving in on Roberts, and hitting him with a dropkick as he gets to his feet. Knoxville keeps the pressure up, picking Roberts up and taking him right back down with a reverse DDT. Knoxville is quick to cover.

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Knoxville is on the attack again, catching Roberts with a sleeper hold. Roberts begins to power his way out of it, slowly getting to his feet and Knoxville releases the hold, moves and grabs him in a bulldog. Before he can hit it, Roberts lifts Knoxville up and drops him with a back suplex.

West: Both men are down and both men could benefit from a tag.

Harris: Especially Knoxville. He's taken a bit of a licking, and Gooch looks like he wants to get in there.

Knoxville is the first to get up and he tags in Gooch, right as Roberts tags in Titan. Both men enter and meet in the middle of the ring, but before any punches are thrown, Titan ducks around Gooch and fires some kicks into the legs of the bigger man. Gooch turns and grabs Titan's leg on a kick, pulling him in and hitting a clothesline. Titan doesn't stay down too long and is up, but Gooch whips him into the ropes. Titan comes back and jumps with a flying crossbody, which Gooch catches. Titan wriggles around and drives some elbows into the head of Gooch, causing Buckson to drop Titan. Jake then grabs the head of Gooch, turns and drops him with a bulldog! He covers!

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West: Gooch kicks out! This match isn't over yet!

Titan picks Gooch up, but Gooch fires a shot to the gut. And then another. After a third, Titan has backed off somewhat, allowing Gooch to get to his feet. Titan locks up with him and goes to whip Gooch into the ropes, but Gooch reverses and Titan hits the ropes, coming back right into a powerslam from the big man! Gooch covers!

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West: Gooch nearly flattened Jake Titan there.

Harris: But it wasn't enough to get the win.

Gooch is up and he brings Titan with him, pulling him near the corner. He tags in Knoxville and then kicks Titan, allowing Knoxville to climb up and hit a missile dropkick. Titan falls near the ropes and slides outside to catch a breath of air. Roberts hops down to join his partner in crime, making sure he's alright. Knoxville looks over to Gooch, smiles, and then runs off the far ropes, rushing toward the two. Titan and Roberts scatter as Knoxville grabs the top rope but doesn't jump over.

West: Knoxville seems to be enjoying himself.

Harris: Hopefully he doesn't lose focus. It would be a shame if he and Gooch lost because Knoxville wanted to have some fun.

Titan and Roberts don't look impressed as Titan climbs back in and Roberts climbs onto the apron. Titan and Knoxville circle one another before locking up. Titan gets a side headlock in and wrenches on it before giving a few punches to the head of Knoxville. He wrenches on it again and takes Knoxville down with a headlock takedown. He gets up to his feet, and as Knoxville does, he hooks him up and drops him with a vertical suplex. Titan makes the cover.

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Titan hauls Knoxville up and begins to head to his corner, but Knoxville drives an elbow into Titan's gut. Titan stops and Tommy gets up and drives a few elbows into Titans head. He whips him into the ropes and catches him with a shoulder block that sends Titan down. Knoxville is quick to drop an elbow onto the chest of Titan before dropping another. Titan is slowly getting up to his feet and Knoxville hits a dropkick, sending Titan toward Gooch. Knoxville moves over and tags Gooch in, allowing Gooch to drop a knee onto Titan.

West: For a team that was randomly put together, Gooch and Knoxville are working well together.

Harris: Titan and Roberts need to step it up.

Gooch hauls Titan up and applies a standing headscissors before nailing him with a stump pull piledriver. Gooch picks Titan back up and hooks him up for the Hog Tie Suplex (Perfect Plex) but Titan wriggles out of it and drives a knee into Gooch. It staggers the big man back, releasing the hold, allowing Titan to lunge over and tag in Roberts.

Roberts rushes at Gooch and the two begin to exchange punches back and forth. Roberts gets the upperhand backing Gooch up into a neutral corner before whipping him into the far corner. Gooch hits hard and hangs in the corner allowing Roberts to rush in and hit a huge jumping splash in the corner. Gooch staggers out and Roberts takes the bigger man down with a drop toe hold and then an elbow to the back of the head.

Harris: Roberts has the momentum firmly on the side of the Natural Born Killaz.

Roberts raises his hand into the air and creates a claw with his fingers. He awaits Gooch to get up before moving in, lowering his hand and delivering a heart punch!

Harris: The Diablo's Claw!

West: Gooch is down and Roberts goes for the pinfall.

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Knoxville makes the save with a kick to the back of Roberts head.

Knoxville backs off back to his corner as Roberts gets up, rubbing the back of his head. He points over to Titan and tags his partner in, grabbing Gooch and setting him up. Titan climbs to the top rope.

Harris: Looks like they're going for the Death Penalty.

As Titan sets himself, Buckson Gooch is able to punch Roberts in the head a few times causing him to drop the hold. Titan spots this and climbs down off the top rope, but as he moves in on Gooch, Gooch surprises him with a strong rising lariat to take Titan down.

Gooch gets up and picks Titan up. He whips him into the corner with Knoxville and follows him up with a huge running splash, squashing Titan. Titan staggers out as Gooch tags in Knoxville, allowing Knoxville to use the ropes and hit a springboard bulldog on Titan. Knoxville goes for the pin.

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Gooch is in and he clotheslines Roberts over the top rope before following him out to the floor. Knoxville gets up and picks TItan up, kicking him in the gut and dropping him with a DDT.

West: Sativa Spike!

Harris: This doesn't look good for Titan.

Gooch and Roberts battle on the outside as Knoxville climbs up one of the corners and leaps off with a frog splash!

West: American Highlife!

Harris: Move Jake!

Knoxville connects with the frog splash and holds the landing for the pinfall.

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West: They did it!

Ferrari: Here are your winners, and the new number one contenders to the APW Tag Team titles...TOMMY KNOXVILLE AND BUCKSON GOOCH!

Harris: On this night, Knoxville and Gooch were the better team.

Gooch rolls back into the ring and he and Knoxville have their arms raised in victory. They nod to one another before celebrating their win.

West: They definitely made up for that no contest earlier in the tournament to capture the win.

Harris: And later tonight we will find out who they will face.

[President Jeff]

The door to Jason Kash's locker room is wedged open as he sits inside on a bench. Reaver leaning up against a wall in the same Locker room seems to be staring off into space. Meltdown's Hannah Storm comes walking by and a voice stops her forward motion.

Jason Kash: Hannah! Hannah Storm! Yo, come here for a minute..

Hannah looks around and nervously steps through the door into the Locker Room. She stands a good arms length from Kash, not sure what he could want or do if him and Reaver are in the wrong mood. He looks up at her, not standing from the bench and a smile breaks across his face.

Jason Kash: Please don't be worried. I just wanted to talk to you...

Hannah Storm: Wh-What is it that you want to talk about?

Jason Kash: It's RassleMania! What else is there to talk about? Do you know that soon I'll be inside the ring with my former Partner, my former Brother! I'm excited, are you excited for me?

Hannah Storm: Umm..Sure?

Jason Kash: Sure? That figures. Who has really paid any attention to this rivalry, to any rivalry on Asylum? That's always been the case in APW hasn't it? Even Meltdown is on a higher ranked Television Channel than Asylum. I've fought, clawed to get talent on Asylum and even with it being FILLED with top names, growing names that could shine on any level we still seem to be looked over. Do you know how that changes? The one true change that Asylum must have? It changes with Action.

Hannah Storm: Action?

His eyes shrink as his head tilts to the side. He slowly rises off the bench and Hannah can feel the heat coming from Kash's body as he gets real close. She backs away and comes to a wall with nowhere else to go. Kash puts a hand against the wall next to her head as his face gets real close to hers.

Jason Kash: Action. See tonight I am entering a match with no gimmicks, no added stipulations, just an old fashion match. On the biggest show of the year I am standing inside the ring on my own accord and I'm going to give the people in the stands, the people in the back and those watching Live on Pay-Per-View all the action they can want in a match that has nothing special added to it. My brother over there? He's going to remove the "Change" of TJ and The Pillars by taking away something TJ has worked so hard to gain. But for me?

I'm just in this to remove any doubt. Doubt from those who said I am not the best athlete, the better competitor than any of the men I've tagged with in the past. Reaver and I have never been "partners" we've only been allies as we are now. Like with him all of last year, I fought with a Brother. Not by blood but by trust and loyalty that was built between combatants. Shane Borderland is my Brother and at times Brothers fight. This will be his lesson in that. This will be where he learns that the more experienced Brother knows best. IS best. Heh...How does that not excite you?

Kash laughs, checks over his shoulder at Reaver who hasn't broke his "star gazing".

Hannah Storm: Wh-What if you lose?

Slowly his head turns back to her. No longer a smile on his face, no longer a twinkle in his eye. He has a fierce glare and it's burning into Hannah Storm's eyes. He yanks back on her hair, she lets out a small gasp and pleads instantly.

Hannah Storm: Please! Please, don't hurt me!

Jason Kash: How can I lose? You think he's better than me? You think he has what it takes because I don't! I didn't when we were partners, it's why I took time away from being the STAR I went on to become. I carried him and he knew it then and now. What if I lose...What if I smashed your face into the wall right there, ruin that pretty little face of yours? What if a cow jumped over the moon...This show is FILLED with classics and matches that will be remembered for years to come. My match though? It'll be forgotten. Not because it won't home run but because I will make an example out of my former partner and friend..My Brother...When it's over, he can come and crawl back under my wing. Where...he...belongs...

He shoves her sideways by the handful of hair and she stumbles. Pouts, a few tears fill her face as she scurries out of the locker room. A few staff members and lower level Wrestlers stop and give Kash a look but he swings the locker room door shut. As Kash returns to his seat, Reaver looks over as if just noticing the door being slammed shut.

Reaver: Soon We Pledge...Soon They Bleed, they all...Bleed...


The camera of Chubs, Michael Lively's personal cameraman flickers to life backstage with the Hall of Famer proudly and arrogantly standing with a devilish grin plastered upon his face. The man then cups his hand to his ear listening as the capacity crowd in the arena responds to him being projected on the mega-tron in the arena. The boo'd rumble through the walls as Lively's grin grows even larger with pride. This guy generates heat and seems to love every ounce of it. After a moment of soaking it in the decides to speak.

Lively: Haha thanks for the warm reception you filthy animals!!!

The crowd again roars with hate as Lively just keeps talking backstage as his message is transmitted to the arena.

Lively: Rasstlemania is finally upon us. Many guys back here are full of nerves, ready for their moment in the sun so to speak. This is the grandest stage of them all, and being so, the stars flock to Action Packed Wrestling. These celebrities love what we have to offer, and right here, right now I have a couple of big time celebs here to support me...

I smile again and whip my arms to the right as if welcoming them on screen.

Lively: Folks Lil Wayne and Nikki Minaj!!

The two musicians enter the frame wearing the newest Michael Lively shirt. A hand of cards, Four Aces all with a silhouette of Lively in the I am JESUS pose with the words "Wild Card" emblazoned underneath.

Lil Wayne: I 'preciate you hooking it up Mike!!

Nikki Minaj: Yeah so excited to be here.

Lively: No problem. Look at you two, a couple of thugged out gangsters.

They both nod their heads with smirks on their faces. Lively kind of raises his eye brows a bit, as if he isn't really feeling the vibe in the air.

Lively: Weezy right?

Lil Wayne nods his head.

Lively: Why don't you two bust a free style rhyme to let the people know how I'm going to wreck shop in just a few moments...

The two musicians look at each other then Nikki starts slapping her hand on her thigh to create a beat. Lil Wayne bobs his head preparing to spit. Just as his mouth opens...

"CRACK"

Michael Lively super kicks the rapper in the face.

Lively: Bitch I'm way more gangster then you!!!

Nikki Minaj looks shocked at the sudden act of aggression to the famed rap artist. She rears back to swing at the Hottest Shit Going, but Lively instantly grabs her by the wrist. With a twist pain emerges of the females face as Lively pulls her in close.

Lively: Buckson Gooch won't be the only one pulling double duty tonight...

Lively then grabs the quirky musician by her hair digging in deep to make sure and grab the roots were her wig is attached. He spits in her face, then shoves her head between his legs while locking a grip around her waist. With a smile on his face the Grand Slam champion leaps forward dropping the celebrity on her head with a flipping pile driver. Her head slams into the ground with a sickening thud and Lively springs to his feet, not missing a beat the man pounds on his chest and whips his arms outward in his trademark pose. The Hall of Fame Megastar looks down at his handy work then back up toward the camera.

Lively: I just did the world a favor right there, by putting two useless hacks in their place. These fucking blood suckers have been milking the world dry with their talentless bullshit. Yet people support, and keep these fucking wastes afloat...I just don't get it? So from this point on I put the useless, no talent, over rated celebs of the world on notice...Michael Lively is watching you, your come to JESUS meeting could be right around the corner!!! Right now though, I have two more falsely promoted bullshit artists to deal with....A.C. Smith and Buckson Gooch. I said it before and I will say it again, this is my cross to bear. Like the first coming of Christ, the second version of it must be propped up between two criminals. Two assholes charged with the crime of identity theft. These two have been misleading the public, and trying to pass themselves off as soon to be main eventer's. Well thankfully the JESUS is here to cleanse them of their sins, and give them them the only redemption I see fit. I pay them with a reality check that they can take right to the bank. These two can scribble their fancy signatures on the back, hand them over to the tellers, and wait with their hand open wide...only to receive a lifetime sentence right here, as curtain jerking, bottom feeders, forced to squabble over left overs like the Xtreme championship. So boys, take a look right here, it's a prophecy of things that wait for you right there in about...

Lively acts like he is looking at his watch.

Lively: Right now!!!

Lively exits the scene leaving the two rappers out cold, and heads toward the staging area.

Tony: The following match is for the APW Extreme Championship, and is a Fans Bring The Weapons Match! Currently in the ring, BUCKSON GOOCH!

Gooch is resting in the corner due to his previous match.

Harvey: Normally you would have to consider Gooch a dark horse, but he’s already fought
once tonight. There’s every chance he’ll be unable to keep up that level of quality twice in a row.

Chase: Either that, or he’s still pumped to win this thing!

There’s a large cheer from the crowd as a generic beat plays in the background. Numerous fans begin to make their way down the ramp and the array of weapons is mightily impressive. From Kendo Sticks to toy helicopters, and one fan has even brought a kitchen sink down to the ring. Plenty of the weapons on show are Canadian-themed including moose antlers, a Mountie’s hat, and even a baby Maple tree. I say baby, but this thing is still about eight feet tall. The more curious weapons include a man with a large, long suitcase, a drum kit on a set of wheels, a man carrying nothing but a limp, and a midget wearing a helmet. There’s then a huge cheer as the limping man removes what turns out to be a prosthetic leg, hoisting it in the air to another cheer before leaving it on the outside of the ring.

Harvey: Can you believe what some of the fans here in Toronto have brought to the ring tonight?

Chase: It’s insane but proof that these Canadians truly are some of the most bizarre in professional wrestling! I mean I’ve seen an old fashion television set, a paintball gun, and even a wheel of cheese! You just know this match is going to be insane!

Tony: Coming first to the ring, from Fort Lauderdale, Florida….weighing at 225 lbs, Michael Lively!

What seems like two lightening bolts ignite over the ring and travel across the arena striking either side of the entrance ramp. With contact a huge explosion engulfs the entrance with a blinding white light almost like a portal of heaven had just opened up. AFI's Misseria Cantare begins to serenade the shadow of Michael Lively standing at the top of the ramp with his arms outstretched in the I am JESUS pose. His head tilted sideways with a grin painted on his mug as he welcomes the shower of boo's from the crowd. With an arrogant swagger the man walks down the ramp absorbing the hatred, and flipping the fans off along the way. The man slides under the ropes springs to his feet and whips out his arms once more welcoming the roaring disapproval of the fans as a shower of blue sparks falls on him from overhead.

Harvey: He’s used to the grand stage, but he might never have been in such a twisted match as this one.

Chase: Certainly not at Rasslemania!

Tony: And from New York City….weighing in at 275 lbs, he is the APW Extreme Champion…..”The Big Apple Ass-Kicker” A. C. Smith!!!

The lights in the area quickly cut out. The fans are abuzz, and the electricity in the air is met with one lyric.

“ALL OF THE LIGHTS”

Fireworks go off in time with the bass to the song as a large, dark silhouette appears on the stage. It stands still as a statue as the music continues and the capacity crowd cheers its collective heart out.

The lights slowly come back on around the building, and only now does the big man move down the aisle. He confidently surveys the scene around him and touches the outstretched hands of fans as the chorus kicks in.

“Turn up the lights in here, baby
Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
Turn up the lights in here, baby
You know what I need
Want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the liiiiights”

Smith soaks in the admiration as he pauses just for a moment at the ringside steps. However, the multiple-time world champion quickly pops up to the apron, runs to the opposite turnbuckle, and poses atop it to more cheers from the crowd. After a few seconds, Smith pivots and jumps down to the ring, where he begins to loosen up for his upcoming match.

Harvey: A fantastic reception for the champion tonight!

Chase: He’s got a tough one here though!

Gooch and Smith quickly turn their attention to Lively, garnering the crowd’s adulation. Lively can’t defend himself from the two-man assault, which quickly goes completely against him, as Gooch and Smith throw him towards the ropes. He catapults back and straight into a Big Boot from Gooch, and it’s followed up quickly with a massive Powerslam off Smith. Lively rolls out of the ring in some pain, as the crowd cheer again for the champion. But Gooch is quickly on his case, clobbering him in the back and knocking him down to one knee. Gooch continues the assault, kneeing him a couple of times in the midriff, and Smith is forced onto his back. Gooch hits an Elbow Drop and goes for a cover, but it’s quickly kicked out of before the ref can get down to the ground. Both rise to their feet and Gooch allows him momentum to continue being on top early in this match, throwing Smith over the top rope with a clothesline. There’s a pop from the Arkansas native as he throws his arms in the air.

Harvey: Well Gooch is carrying that momentum from the last match, it seems

Chase: Early days though. This match won’t be as easy as that.

On the outside, Lively has begun to pick at some of the objects on the outside, and has decided to go a bit conventional to begin with, slipping on a pair of brass knuckles. He walks over to where Smith is laid out, and begins nailing him in the stomach with the knuckles. The boos are evident from the crowd, but Lively isn’t too bothered at all. He gets up off the champ and begins to taunt the crowd, much to jeers from the Toronto faithful. However these soon turn to cheers as Gooch unexpectedly grabs him from inside the ring, attempting to lift Lively up. Surprised, the former APW World Champion manages to get himself free with a cheap shot with the knuckles to Gooch’s skull, however even a punch like that only causes the big man to release his grip, and not fall over. Lively then lifts Smith up to one knee and whacks him hard, brass knuckles still wrapped around his fingers, and the crowd winces as Smith takes the punishment. Lively goes to hit him again but Smith manages to launch into a shoulder charge. With a full fifty pounds on top of his own weight, Lively flies backwards and into the steel post, slumping to the ground to huge cheers.

Harvey: Nice reversal by Smith! Lively might be as decorated as he is, but there’s a reason Smith is a champion of this belt.

Chase: Lively was good there with the brass knuckles but Smith has the weight advantage!

The knuckles are off and Smith rubs his head in an attempt to heal it, but accepts how futile this might be, so chooses just to get on with it. He takes Lively by the neck and throws him into the barricade, and follows that up with an Irish Whip into the steel steps by the announcer’s table. A Cheer goes up, but Smith can’t dally too long as Gooch has managed to recover from being punched, and has now got a set up nunchucks wrapped around Smith’s neck. After applying the linked chain to the champion’s neck for a while, Gooch releases the nunchucks, spinning them around in the air. He appears quite adept at the oriental weapon, and waits for Lively to get up before spinning them expertly around his hands, then shoving them into the gut of both men, doubling them over. He drops the nunchucks and grabs the duo around the necks, signalling a Double DDT. However Lively and Smith show a rare feat of teamwork, lifting Gooch into a Double Suplex to the outside, and the weight of the man almost appears on the Richter scale as he lands. Smith and Lively climb back to their feet and look at each other for a moment, and then manage to get into a grapple. Smith attempts another throw into the steel steps, but Lively leaps up and onto the apron, falling back down to send Smith to the floor with a plancha-style move.

Harvey: Stunning reversal! These guys both giving it all on the outside here.

Chase: And what does Lively have in mind now?

The crowd boo Lively, being the only man on his feet, but he doesn’t seem to care. He looks over the floor and sees Little Canada Country in the Maple tree, the Mountie hat and those moose antlers. He picks up the hat and spits into it to even larger boos, and to add insult to injury to the champion he then puts the hat on Smith’s head. He takes the Big Apple Asskicker and rolls him onto the announcer’s table. He then takes the antlers and rests them around Smith’s neck, and then the crowd gasp as Lively begins to climb towards the top turnbuckle.

Harvey: No way, if he nails this then those antlers could impale AC Smith!

He flies off the turnbuckle into an Elbow Drop but AC Smith manages to move at the last moment! And the worst thing for Lively is that Smith managed to move and make sure the antlers remained on the table. Lively is in a crumpled heap on the ground, having impressively snapped the antlers in two with that Elbow Drop, and quite humiliatingly either side of the antlers rest next to Lively’s head, making him look quite the fool to the laughter of the crowd. While Ol’ Moosehead lies out cold, Smith and Gooch begin to stir. They’re both on their feet, and exchange in punches, with each exchange getting a cheer from their respective fans. Eventually Gooch is able to use his weight to fire heavier hits and begins to get the advantage. He knocks Smith to his knees, then looks around to see what he can use next. He takes a Casio keyboard that’s been sitting idly next to the drum set, and whacks it hard over Smith’s back. It might be a cheap piece of plastic, but the effects are great as black and white keys fly all over the place, and it sounds better than one of my original pieces, anyways. Gooch tosses the now useless keyboard away and broadly grins, as he notices a wriggling burlap sack half hidden under the ring.

Harvey: What’s he got there?

Chase: I’m not sure Harvey but I think there’s something alive in there!

He takes the bag, removing the thin rope and allowing a raccoon to escape! The crowd go mental and are slightly concerned for their own wellbeing in case the raccoon manages to makes its exit via the crowd, but are instead delighted to see that in a panic, it decides to run past AC Smith and up to Lively, bit him on the arm, then make its vacation from the premises. Ringside crew are quick on the chase as the raccoon runs past the stage and audio area and away from the scene. Lively is writhing in pain and he has two large blood trails seeping from his arm.

Harvey: Oof, that’s going to hurt!

Chase: That’s animal abuse! That Buckson Gooch should be arrested! What if that foul thing had rabies?!

Gooch lifts Smith up and rolls him back into the ring, and then helps Lively up. His right arm has been in the wars, having gone through moose antlers and now being bitten by a raccoon. Gooch rolls him into the ring as well and feels he has a great opportunity now in this match. He looks around the outside to see what he can play with next, and decides to have a bit of fun. He takes the light saber, cattle prod and the barbed wire wrapped kendo stick, and slots them into the ring. Smith and Lively are up on their feet and have chosen their weapons although not so wisely. Lively he done alright with the Kendo sticks, but Smith ends up with that cheap light saber, as Gooch picks the cattle prod. Smith immediately realises his error, however tries to put his opponents off.

Smith: GOOCH! LIVELY!

His opponents look on with some confusion as he mocks the heavy breathing of Darth Vader.

Smith: You are each other’s father……

Not expecting to hear the usual line, Lively just looks at Smith as though he’s demented. Coming with the background he has however, this sort of news wouldn’t be unusual to Gooch, who shrugs it off and elbows Lively away, zapping Smith in the midsection. He jumps back in shock, but manages to block off a second attempt with that crude light saber. Lively then retaliates to being elbowed, raking the barbed wire of the kendo stick across Gooch’s back. Smith then swings for Lively and whacks him hard in the shoulders and the kid’s toy breaks quite easily, leaving Smith without a weapon to use. With Gooch’s back to resembling a washing board of blood, he takes the cattle rod out of his hands and zaps him in the stomach. Gooch falls to the ground in a spasm and is laid out in the corner, but Lively quickly sweeps Smith from under his feet with the Kendo stick. He follows it up by resting the stick on Smith’s chest and dropping a leg, making sure his boot gets most of the barbed wire to avoid self-inflicted injury. He goes for a cover:

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Harvey: Close one there but Smith’s not in a good way.

Chase: Lively has utilised the barbed wire there to his advantace. He’s an absolute genius, that boy.

Lively gets up and holds three fingers to the ref, but then has to quickly ignore it. He slips out the ring and decides to take what appears to be a cheese grater, and flings it in the ring. He also takes kitchen sink and the mop and bucket, a curious selection but one that’s going to be used nonetheless, and takes it to the ring. He gets back in, and quickly takes the mop, breaking it over Gooch’s back. He then takes Gooch by the face, dunking his head into the filthy water in the bucket. This causes the referee to get involved, knowing that it might be a Fans Bring The Weapons match, but that he’d rather not have a death on his hands. Lively tells the ref to leave it and dunks Gooch’s head in the water again, sparking Smith to grab Lively by the feet and pull him away. Gooch slumps to the ground but ironically looks more awake than he ever had done in the match.

Harvey: What a despicable act by Lively! Neither Gooch now Smith would ever stoop that low!

Chase: Only chance of a wash that foul beast will ever get this century though!

Smith climbs to his feet and takes the kitchen sink – steel, not porcelain – and slams it against the side of Lively’s face. This match is truly resembling a complete shambles of a true wrestling match, but the fans are completely lapping it up. Smith makes his way to the outside and notices the large suitcase that one of the fans brought down. Curious, he slides it into the ring and follows, unzipping the case. There’s a pop from the crowd as the contents are revealed: baseball bat, pool cue, hockey stick, cricket bats and several other sporting utensils for the trio to indulge in. Smith takes the cricket bat, although he admittedly isn’t a massive expert on how to hold it for a true sporting purpose, instead going for an overhead effort, cracking it into Lively’s back. He groans in pain, but something catches his eye, and he quickly grabs a hockey puck and whacks it hard to Smith’s temple. He falls to his knees, and Lively takes a pool cue, finishing the job off with a brutal smash to the back. But he cannot capitalise, as a recovering Gooch uses the hockey stick the low blow the Woman Hater.

Harvey: Gooch with the low blow! Incredible stuff! It’s the very least Lively deserves as well!

Chase: Come off it, Harvey! Who’s side are you on here? How biased are you going to be tonight?!

Gooch signals for his finishing move, the Sweet Tea Plunge, but as he lifts Lively up the Triple Crown champion manages to roll onto his back and knocks him down with a Spinning Heel Kick. Lively looks around and eyes something from the outside. He takes the prosthetic leg, and curiously begins to climb to the top rope. He holds the leg close to his own as he leaps off into a stunning and one of a kind Triple Legged Shooting Star Leg Drop! As much as the crowd dislike Lively that garners an almighty pop, as he makes the cover:

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Harvey: So close there! Lively was a nanosecond from being the new Extreme champion!

Chase: Close isn’t the word, but what innovation by the man they call Jesus!

Lively rolls off Gooch with a heavy heart, gutted that he couldn’t finish the match off there and then. But he must persevere, and he manages to get himself up with the aid of the ropes, Smith slowly following. They exchanging blows and Smith is able to use his weight to get the better of Lively, forcing him into a corner. But Lively ducks under an arm and dropkicks Smith into the turnbuckle. He’s eager now to wrap this match up and become champion, and goes to the outside again, eyeing up the ghetto blaster. Curious at what it’s going to play, he presses the play button…

NEEEEEEEEAAAAAAARRRR, FAAAAAAAARRRRRR, WHEREEEEEEEEEVEEEEERRRRR YOU AREEEEEEEEEEE

And is almost blown off his feet by the sheer sound of the thing! The audience aren’t too happy at hearing Ms. Dion either, and boo as Lively covers his ears in both mental and physical pain. Smith is outside the ring now as well and takes Lively by the hand. He Irish whips him but Drop Toe Holds Lively in the process and watches as his face turns the music off, with bits of boombox and face flying either side of ground zero.

Harvey: Well, at least we didn’t have to listen to Justin Bieber.

Chase: Don’t pretend you know who he is!

Smith looks confident but it’s short lived as Gooch attacks him with a couple of punches. Smith manages to soak it up and throws a couple of punches of his own. They make their way over to the drum kit area, and are soon making music of their own. Smith throws Gooch into the cymbals, but the big man manages to get up and whacks Smith’s face into a snare drum. The big finale though is coming up and it’s Gooch who capitalises, hurling Smith head first into the bass drum, tearing right through it with his head and through the other side. The fans cheer and Gooch rounds it up, chucking the tom-toms over the champion’s body, before turning and heading towards the ring. Lively is stirring on the outside, but Gooch isn’t interested in him. He’s more interested in the Maple tree, and lifts it up and to the ring apron. He follows hoisting it over the ropes and into the centre of the ring. It’s a sight like none other to see an eight foot tree in the middle of a wrestling ring, but that’s Rasslemania for you. Also noted are what appears to be bottles of maple syrup hanging from the tree, but Gooch isn’t interested in that.

Harvey: Can you believe what you are seeing, Gooch now has a tree in the middle of this ring!

He takes the paintball gun and climbs into the ring. Lively follows, but has evened the odds by finding a staple gun. It’s a Showdown at the Maple Tree, with both men carefully aiming and hiding behind the tree at the same time. Gooch fires a few shots however has a poor accuracy rate, only managing to connect a couple of times. Lively however has a lot more of a target to aim for and is more successful as he reaches over and fires a nice stitching of staples into Gooch’s right arm. He groans and drops the paintball gun in anguish, and Lively fires another couple of staples. But nothing leaves the gun and he chucks it out the ring, angered at its jamming, and instead decides to do a wrestling move and he brings Gooch down to the ground with a Bulldog. But he can’t capitalise with a pin, as he notices Smith slowly getting to his feet on the outside. Lively tries to move the tree but realises he’s not quite as strong as Gooch, and he’s unable to move it quite the distance and by the time he’s there, Smith is already up and rolls back into the ring. Smith manages to take Lively down with a Sidewalk Slam and attempts a cover:

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Harvey: Close one there, Lively just able to get his shoulder up.

Chase: It’s called biding his time. He purposely left until the last minute to conserve his energy.

Lively and Smith get to their feet, and Lively goes for the Big Apple Slam. There’s a pop, but Lively manages to escape and he dropkicks Smith into the corner, where he finds himself in a seated position. Gooch has recovered, and has brought a rather unique weapon into the ring in a large, cheese wheel! He whacks Lively in the head knocking him sideways, then takes a couple of steps backwards from Smith. He then runs up, releasing the wheel like a bowling ball and it bizarrely rolls over and crushes Smith in his nether regions! The crowd enjoy that and Gooch lets out a large cheer, eager to keep this match on his side. He takes Lively and throws him into the tree, and Lively stumbles backwards into the Possomgrape Waltz! He takes the dance around the tree but is unable to finish the move, as Smith flies out of nowhere with that cheese grater and whacks Gooch over the head with it! He then proceeds to grate Gooch’s head and it isn’t long before the face of the Arkansas man is flowing thick. Smith discards the cheese grater and grabs Lively. The duo take it in turns at ‘planting’ each other’s heads on the tree, before Lively holds his hands up, offering an odd moment of peace to his rival.

Harvey: What’s Lively doing here? Smith has to be careful…

Chase: I think he’s calling a truce, what does he have up his sleeve?

He points out the maple syrup bottles hanging from the tree and suggests something to Smith. The champion is sceptical at first but decides to follow, as Lively pours the maple syrup all over Gooch’s body. It’s a slightly timely process but the syrup is eventually covering Gooch from head to toe, and Lively then leaves the ring, grabbing a couple of pillows that a fan decided to bring. He gives one to Smith and the duo begin to whack Gooch with them, essentially tarring and feathering him!

Harvey: Oof, how sly by Lively and Smith!

Chase: Haha! Gooch will be used to that! Tarred, feathered and run out of town!

The humiliation of Gooch has the crowd in howls of laughter along with Lively, and Smith even cracks a smile, but quickly remembers the reason they’re fighting, and takes Lively by the head, bouncing it off a turnbuckle. Gooch has slowly stirred but is not pleased at being covered in maple syrup and duck feathers, along with the blood flowing profusely from his head. He looks at Smith and Lively with a dark glare, going mental as he windmills his way in, clubbing both opponents with a very Southern styled brawl. Lively and Smith are forced to protect their heads, with Gooch not showing any mercy whatsoever. He lifts Lively up and drops him in an Atomic Drop and follows that up with a clothesline. He then throws Smith at the ropes and catapults off the opposite ropes. Incredibly, both men collide right next to the tree and there’s a mighty pop as it flies to a corner of the ring in a bizarre three-way collision! Amidst it all, Gooch covers Smith:

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Harvey: I’m not sure what happened there but I think Smith collided into both Gooch and the tree! It’s a miracle that he kicked out!

Chase: It’s a miracle his skull’s not broken in two, they knocked the tree down!

Gooch can’t believe the pin hasn’t gone his way but he’s managed to calm down a little bit. He pushes the tree fully out the ring and it lands with its pot smashing on the outside. Gooch picks Lively up and into a corner, where he starts throwing those brutal right hooks. Lively is able to cover his face and use an elbow to get out of the situation. He then hits a Dropkick, forcing Gooch to the outside, although he manages to survive to the point of hanging on the apron. Lively then focuses on Smith, lifting him up and grabbing the baseball bat, readying himself for the swing. But Smith manages to duck the swing, and knocks Lively to the ground with a Forearm Smash! Smith then points to the outside, and the helmet wearing midget from earlier on jumps over the barricade and into the ring! The midget then hits off the ropes and Smith lifts him up into the air, releasing him and the little guy flies into Gooch, forcing the big man off the aprons and into the remaining drum kit debris to massive cheers from the crowd!

Harvey: A flying midget! And Smith’s got momentum this way!

Chase: No! Watch out Lively!

Smith then scoops Lively up and hammers down the Big Apple Slam and follows it with a cover:

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Winner and STILL APW Xtreme Champion: A. C. Smith!!!

Harvey: What a match, and AC Smith has successfully defended his belt!

Chase: Damnit, but I have to say that was a phenomenal match!

AC Smith looks mightily relieved as he lifts himself up, taking the belt off the referee and hoisting it in the air. A really humdinger of a match, he’s proud of stepping up and retaining at Rasslemania, As his theme plays, he throws the belt in the air again before making his exit, as ringside members come to clear up the debris.

[President Jeff]

We’re out in the parking lot of the Rogers Center, and if you’ve been watching Overdrive the past few weeks it almost looks like a rerun as interviewer Shane West is seen walking out to his car. He’s presently on the phone talking to someone.

Shane West: No, Mom. Mom…Mom, yes I’ll pick up the milk. No….No, Ma…Mom, I don’t want to pick that up for you. Because it’s gross, Mom, and awkward. Nature might say it’s natural, but it’s still awful for the rest of us. Please, PLEASE Mom, just go and get them yourself. Ugh…fine, I’ll pick up your stupid “Boy’s Life” magazine, mother. Yes…….yes, I’ll be home in time for chicken nuggets. Mom, I gotta go, I’m still at work. Bye. …………………………………..I-I lu….you too.

Shane hangs up the phone and groans as he keeps walking. Suddenly, a shrill whistle like the sound effect heard in western films is heard, followed by…



Boss Delikado: Hello, Shaniel.

The camera spins around dramatically to find Boss Delikado, wearing his decorative supervillain eyepatch and all-black matching bad guy attire. He lifts an already lit cigar to his lips and takes a puff, blowing smoke out of the corner of his mouth as Shane stops in his tracks, his face dropping a bit in fright.

Boss Delikado: Delikado knew you’d come. You know what happens now.

Delikado cracks his gloved knuckles and proceeds to pull out a can of soup, likely to throw at Shane’s head. But Shane, rather than run away or continue showing fear, swallows his nerves and puts on a brave face.

Shane West: It’s not gonna happen, Delikado.

Boss Delikado: Oh it’s GONNA happen, you little fool! Delikado even brought his apprentice Jimmy Gooch to come and take notes.

Indeed, young Jimmy Gooch appears at Delikado’s side, slightly confused looking but generally happy to be here.

Boss Delikado: Jimmy boy, all Delikado wants you to do tonight is watch. Don’t join in, don’t participate in any way but stand there and watch, and jot down what you see happen to this thieving schmuck-nugget.

Shane West: YOU’VE BEEN ROBBING ME! IT WAS YOU EVERY SINGLE TIME!

Boss Delikado: *to Jimmy* He’s lying. Mindgames. I was set up. He kidnapped my wife. My evil twin did it. All the popular kids were goading me to partake. I was drunk and had amnesia and was fulfilling my bucket list on my death bed as a ghost.

Shane West: Gah! You know what, I’m actually GLAD I bumped into you tonight, Delikado, because as it turns out, *I* brought someone to watch my back just in case! Mr. Silva…

Suddenly, from around one of the cars steps out UFC fighter Anderson Silva, who is wearing an APW t-shirt. He stands at Shane’s side as Delikado looks unimpressed.

Boss Delikado: So what, you brought your boyfriend to grovel over your body when Delikado beats you up?

Shane West: He’s my bodyguard for the night.

Boss Delikado: That’s nice, Delikado can spin that to his advantage all kinda ways. You two are gonna look SO stupid when this is done!

Delikado steps forward when Silva moves in the Cuban’s path, protecting West from assault. Da Bawse snickers in amusement as Silva faces off with him with a cold as ice facial expression.

Boss Delikado: Can Delikado HELP you? Go back to your fake sport, bub, let the REAL fighter do his job. Dumb bitch.

Anderson Silva: Long ago, when I was a young poor boy in São Paulo, Brazil, you robbed my lemonade stand and pushed me in the mud. I just wanted to help out my family, but you rode into town and belittled us all. I had made twenty dollars that day, but you took it and bought donuts, donuts you did not even FINISH, donuts that you wasted and tossed into a sewer, while the people all around you were hungry and desperate. I swore that day, as you laughed over my smashed lemonade stand and injured body, that I would grow into a warrior who would avenge the downtrodden and abused—not just of Brazil, but the world. I trained and trained, hoping and praying that the day would come where you crossed my path again. By luck, or perhaps by the will of fate, Shane called me the other day and asked me to watch his back against a Cuban who was assaulting him and robbing him every week…and I knew it was you. I felt it in my bones, and I knew that my training and all my fights had led me to this moment. I finally have a name to the face, a name to the thug who made me who I am, a name to the tombstone, and it is you, Delikado.

Delikado finishes smoking his cigar and tosses it aside. Silence lingers over the parking lot, with nobody making a move. Finally, the Cuban chuckles and looks over Silva to Shane.

Boss Delikado: Yeaaaah, now Delikado’s REALLY going to beat you up. Then he’s going to throw both of ya in this coffin, and THEN he’s gonna set it on fire, just because he can! Jimmy, roll out the casket.

Jimmy Gooch: You got it, Delikado.

Jimmy goes over to a truck that must belong to Delikado and he opens the back compartment, pulling out a wheeled casket. Shane looks nervous, but Silva is unbothered. Delikado rolls up his sleeves and cracks his neck as he glances at his young apprentice.

Boss Delikado: Jimmy, remember. No matter WHAT, you just stand there and watch the magic happen. This’ll be the lesson that’ll make you from a boy into a MAN! A BAWSE MAN! You understand?

Jimmy Gooch: Sure thing, Deli—

Boss Delikado: NOTHING!

Jimmy smiles and nods.

Jimmy Gooch: I understand. I won’t help you, Bawse.

Boss Delikado: Good. And don’t try helping Shane just to be nice when he’s crying and bleeding all over the pavement. Heh-heh!

Delikado makes a mocking gesture to Shane and then turns to the posed Silva.

Boss Delikado: Guess I’ll smack your behind first like a little brat. You better get ready to cry, you stupid son of a—

Silva clocks Delikado with a left vertical punch. Delikado’s face is thrown back and he’s immediately bleeding, though he’s still standing. As his head comes back, Silva throws a right punch, sending spit and three teeth flying from the Cuban’s mouth. Delikado groans and straightens up, just as Silva swings an elbow that connects with Delikado’s eye that isn’t covered by the eyepatch, knocking Da Bawse’s vision out completely. An uppercut is thrown, connecting with Delikado’s jaw. A crack is heard, heavily suggesting something broke. Delikado, surprisingly, still maintains his balance, which actually dooms him further as Silva delivers a front kick to the Cuban’s chest. Delikado wheezes and gasps as a second kick connects with his ribs, probably breaking most if not all of them. Jimmy stands there with a calm expression, likely thinking this is part of some lesson on how to be resilient, even as blood from Delikado splashes onto the ground next to him. Shane slowly begins to cover his mouth with his hand.

Shane West: Uhhh, I think that’s good--

Silva initially seems to hear this and consider as the bloody, battered Delikado pants through the gaps in his teeth. The Cuban grins and mouths off through blood and drool as his eye swells.

Boss Delikado: Puh….PUH…PUH-THARTIC! Sissy swingses, dain’t feela ding! Delikada REALWEEYS gunna hurts yousa nao! Jimmeh, don’t help meh! AHHHHHHH!

Delikado throws a right hook, but Silva’s punch is faster, striking Deli with a shot to his sides. From there he systematically punches Delikado from head to waste with NUMEROUS lefts and rights, none of which the Cuban blocks, counters, or otherwise avoids. Delikado hits the ground, lifting his head up and looking to Jimmy. He spits out more teeth before speaking.

Boss Delikado: Delikada guuuuurt eeeet! Dunna noid hurp, Jammehur!

We see the close-up shot of an arm before it’s ripped off the body by Silva. Delikado’s screams are heard before we pull back—

Boss Delikado: Noooooo! Not Delikarda’s mannequin’s arm!! Hesa merderls CLOTHES on dats!

--and find it was just Silva ripping the arm off a mannequin Delikado strangely had standing nearby. The fighter proceeds to beat Delikado silly with the mannequin arm, eventually breaking it, and he tosses it onto Delikado’s borderline corpse before standing back. He hasn’t even broken a sweat. Delikado, meanwhile, lies on his back and pulls a champagne bottle from his jacket. He pops the cork off and sighs.

Boss Delikado: Ahhhh, Justa drinkey an Delah bees roight bark en foight gainst Blandersdumb Salivas DROOL MONKEYS! Heeeee-heeee, LOIK BA—

Silva snatches the champagne bottle out of Delikado’s hand and splashes all of it in the Cuban’s bloody face, causing Delikado to screech and wail like a monkey.

Boss Delikado: AHHHHHHHHHHHH! LEMONADES ENSA CHURMPAIN HORRIDSABLE CHOICE!!

Now Delikado’s bloody, bruised, nearly blinded, and smells like lemonade. West is looking around the parking lot, almost more fearful now than when Delikado was originally mugging him. Silva, meanwhile, stays on the attack as he stomps onto Delikado’s “Last Call to Cuba” leg, breaking the bones cleanly.

Boss Delikado: WAAAAAAAAHAHAAAAAA, DELIKADO WILLSA NEVAR KICK GAIN!

Jimmy, who seems to finally be getting the message that this fight has gone horribly wrong, steps forward, until Delikado drops all his pain long enough to point a warning finger at his young apprentice. He actually speaks fluently for some unexplainable reason despite losing a good number of his teeth and having a fractured jaw.

Boss Delikado: Keep your ass right there, boy! One step more and Delikado will hurt you! And he means hurt-hurt, not dance with you like this motherfu—blargh!

Silva takes a chair and brutally bashes Delikado in the head with it once, knocking him out cold! Jimmy and Shane watch in stunned silence as Silva scoops up the destroyed Cuban and carries him over to the casket. He dumps Da Bawse inside, the Cuban is seen twitching slightly and whimpering, and Silva slams the lid down. From there he takes a can of gasoline and pours it all over the casket. Then he drags a giant box of Super OMEGA Deluxe fireworks out of the back of Delikado’s trunk and spreads them out across the casket. Finally, Anderson Silva strikes a match and picks up a cigar that fell from Delikado’s pocket. He lights the cigar, waits until it’s glowing, and then flings it onto the gasoline and Super OMEGA Deluxe fireworks. He then turns and walks away calmly with the casket to his back. Jimmy stands there watching and smiling, oblivious to the danger, until Shane grabs him and pulls him away. They hightail it out of there as the cigar ignites the gasoline, and the flames reach the fireworks covering the casket like Christmas ornaments.

Anderson Silva: Like a Bawse.

The casket goes up like a giant fireball, sending fireworks soaring into the air where they explode as well. A grand explosion blocks our view, and when it finally clears we see the casket burning like a grand bonfire. Silva leans by casually as Shane appears at his side with a flabbergasted look.

Shane West: Uhhhh……well……thanks, Mr. Silva……I guess? Guess I should pay you now—

Silva holds up a hand, rejecting Shane’s money offer.

Anderson Silva: No, no, Shane, think nothing of it. My lemonade stand has been avenged. I can now actually put my focus into REALLY fighting. Farewell.

And just like that Anderson Silva walks away, disappearing into the fog from whence he came, and Shane is left to stare at the burning casket as little bottle rockets still occasionally go off. The interviewer shrugs his shoulders and wonders back toward the Rogers Center.

Shane West: Well, at least I get to keep my money this week.

Meanwhile, Jimmy Gooch hovers around the casket, leaning in and holding his notepad as he stares at the burning casket.

Jimmy Gooch: So, uh, what now, Delikado? ….Bawse?

The scene cuts to black as cheery music plays in the background.

Narrator: And that was the end of the "Delikado and Shane West Robbery Saga!" What kind of wackiness will Deli and the gang get into NEXT? Well you'll just have to wait and see! Join us on the next show, folks, and have a happy Feast Day!

Tony: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first...From New Orleans, Louisiana! At Six Foot, Four Inches, he weighs in at Two Hundred and Forty Three Pounds..He is "The Bad Boy" SHAAANE BORRRDERRRLAAANDD!!

As the lights dim throughout the arena, red strobe lights start shining everywhere as the sound of "Wanted Man" by Rev Theory blairs through the arena. Shane Borderland slowly comes out behind the curtain and stops when he reaches the top of the ramp and looks throughout the crowd. He raises his arms up in the air as the crowd boo’s him. He starts walking down the ramp looking side to side at the crowd. He jumps up on the apron, and turns an looks at the crowd and shakes his head. He goes through the middle rope and hops up on the turnbuckle and extends his arms. Then he jumps off the turnbuckle ready for this match.

Nailz: He looks ready, he looks ready to take on this milestone and beat Jason Kash. Beat his former friend, his former partner and a man he once called Brother.

Beckett: And Jason Kash will think of all those nice times they had when his hand is raised in victory...

"I Won't Deny It, I'm A Straight Ridah"

The Piano comes in followed by a thumping beat as the voice over continues speaking over the music in a whispered voice.

"You Don't Wanna Fuck With Me
Got The Police Bustin At Me
But They Can't Do Nuttin To A G

Let's Get Ready To RUMMMBBBLLLEEE!!"

As the chorus to "Ambitionz Az A Ridah" plays and Tupac comes into rapping his first verse, green bouncing lights stroll around the live audience and thump to the beat of the song. As Jason Kash steps through the back curtain and steps onto the stage, he is met with loud boos and a few die hard cheers.

Tony: Introducing by way of Houston, Texas! Asylum's ONLY GRAND SLAM CHAMPION! "The ADDICTED" JAAASSSOONN KAAASSH!!

He stops and slowly turns his head side to side as the graphic showing his name appears across the bottom of the screen. He looks over the arena full of fans, accepting whatever reaction they wish to pour down on him as he smiles showing the missing teeth in his smile. His eyes cut to the ring and his smile disappears as he heads towards the ring. At ring side, Kash steps over to the steel stairs and jogs up them quickly. Climbing up onto the ring apron. Kash walks the apron half way and bounces through the middle ropes to enter the ring. There he drops down a upside down Peace sign before he leans against the nearby ropes with eyes locked on Shane Borderland.

Beckett: New music, new Addiction, Jason Kash is set to make waves once again.

Nailz: In a pool when he farts, although I like the new music!

No sooner than the bell sounds off, Jason Kash springs off the ropes and darts across the ring. He leaps up and collides into Borderland and begins dropping short punches and swiftly placed elbow shots. Borderland falls back into the corner and Kash continues laying into him. He cracks one last elbow and then hurries back away from Borderland. Kash comes in flipping forward and hitting Borderland with a corner senton splash. Kash lands on his shoulders and rolls back and pops onto his knees. Borderland bursts out the corner and big boots Kash to the face before Kash can get back to his feet. He steps to the side of Kash and drops a snapping elbow drop into Kash's chest. Laying across Kash, Borderland drives close range punches into Kash's face and as Kash struggles, Borderland locks in an arm/body crucifix and starts bringing down elbows into Kash's temple.

Nailz: Oh my lord those are nasty! Usually an MMA position but Borderland has merged it into this match here tonight!

Beckett: This is a Fight not a Match. There is a night FULL of Fights, competition is thrown out the window at tonight's RassleMania! Only bloodshed and combat!

Nailz: Careers, Championships, and Bragging Rights all earned and lost at this Historic Event!

Kash starts to show signs of slowing down his struggle. Then he plants his feet and pushes off the canvas, rolling up onto his own neck but also up and over Borderland. The grapple is lost and Kash pushes up off of Borderland's back as he gets to his feet. Borderland scrambles trying to get to his but Kash soccer kicks him up into the chin and Borderland collapses onto his side. With a few strides, Kash flips over and hits a Senton on the downed Borderland. Kash rolls and pops right back to his feet and his arms go up in celebration. Like he just pulled off a magic trick but the crowd disapproves and boos him. He waves them off and turns towards Borderland. As he leans over to get his old partner up, Borderland grabs the front of Kash's shorts and pulls him, sending him into the ropes.

Borderland now up on his feet, Kash on his, Borderland pounds into Kash's back from behind. He walks Kash away from the ropes and quickly connects with a Reverse Russian Leg Sweep that face plants Kash into the canvas. Borderland sitting on his knees at the side of Kash drives down and slams an elbow into the back of Kash's head. Rolling Kash over, Borderland hooks the leg.

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The referee signals for a 2 Count as Borderland rises to his feet. Pulling Kash up by the waistline of his shorts, Shane pushes Kash forward. Kash hits the ropes against his chest and Borderland once again drives an elbow into the back of Kash's head and he drops back to the canvas.

Nailz: Kash showing signs of slowing down already, this could be a very short night for our Grand Slam Champion!

Beckett: Bullcrap, Kash is a fighter, he's a survivor and he'll find a way. He always bounces back!

Lifting Kash up again, Borderland pulls his head down and positions him for a piledriver. Kash lifts up and Borderland grabs hold of the top rope as he flies over and lands on the outside ring apron. Still on his feet, Borderland keeps his balance and as Kash turns around, he is met with a poke to the eyes. Borderland pulls Kash to the ropes with only the ropes between them now. He bends Kash's neck over the top rope and sets up for a Suplex. As Borderland lifts Kash, Kash struggles and drops down onto the ring apron in front of Borderland. Both men on the outside ring apron, Kash comes up from his hands and knees and drives a European Uppercut that knocks Borderland backwards. Holding onto the ropes, Borderland doesn't fall completely and pulls back towards Kash, gouging him again with a thumb to the eye.

Hooking Kash with a standing arm/head triangle, Borderland lifts and suplexes Kash up and over with a Wrist Clutch Suplex that he calls "Lights Out" and Kash plows down hard into the unforgiving ring apron. He thuds and falls over to the ring side floor mats as the entire audience gasps for the move. The referee hurries outside the ring and tries to call for EMTs with the X signal but Borderland shoves the referee and points at him, making some kind of comment and the referee backs off.

Beckett: That killed him! Kash could have a broken neck, he could need immediate medical attention!

Nailz: That was severe, that was as dangerous as it comes in this business and I think this match might be over as soon as Borderland can get Kash back inside the ring..

Shane having fallen off the ring apron as well, sits up and scoots himself over to lean back against the ring. He looks and stares at Kash as he just lays there breathing. Shane pushes up to his feet and tries lifting Kash up enough to get him back inside the ring. Holding Kash up against the side of the ring, he stills seems out cold. Borderland short slaps him and finds it amusing that he has knocked Kash out. For laughs from the crowd, Borderland gives Kash a wet willy.

Beckett: Haha! What a thing to do to your former partner! It's what Kash would have done in the same situation.

Nailz: One could argue that it's not the only thing Borderland learned from Jason Kash, lets see if he can capitalize!

Kash swats at his saliva coated ear and comes too. His eyes open and Borderland slaps him across the face. Kash shoulder shoves Borderland back but Borderland comes back in with a nice hook to the kidney. He walks Kash over to the nearby Steel Steps and climbs up to the top level. Kash standing on the middle step as his head is brought down and pulled in between Borderland's legs. Shane grabs Kash from around the waist and nods to the crowd with evil in his eyes.

Nailz: Borderland seems to be looking for a End Game here, this could ruin the career of Jason Kash! Put him out of the ring for good!

Beckett: Hey, why isn't the referee counting them out?

Nailz: This is RassleMania!! We're not gonna see any match end in something as lame as a Count Out. Rules implied but take your time whooping his ass!

He goes for it, pulling to lift Kash at the waist but Jason Kash wiggles his legs and puts them back to the steel step. Kash ducks his head as much as he can and then brings it up in a rushed rise, lifting Borderland with his neck and shoulders alone. Borderland flips over Kash and comes down hard on the ring mats just inches in front of the bottom steel step. Kash falls down to his knees, knocking one of his knees against the edge of the middle step. He turns and sits on his butt and looks at Borderland with glazed eyes. Kash scoots himself up against the ring post outside the ring, standing on the top of the steel steps he watches Shane Borderland rise to his feet. In seconds Kash is down the stairs and behind Borderland, hooking in and setting up for a Dragon Suplex. The fans gasp as Kash snaps back, lifting and planting Shane Borderland into the steel steps. The stairs clunk and thud as they come apart at the middle.

Beckett: Kash with a gory Dragon Suplex, THAT could have ruin careers!

Nailz: Oh...Oh...that's just Nasty!

Beckett: You bet it is, both of these men will do whatever it takes to win this match!

Both men lay on in a broken mess at the corner of the ring side area. Fans cheering and booing for one thing or another as the referee checks in on Borderland. Kash in a daze rises to his feet but falls back and catches the guard rail to keep himself up. A few fans touch his chest, one rubs the top of his head. He smiles his usual grin but shows so much pain in the smile that it's noticeable. Kash pushes off the railing and in a stagger walks over to the car wreck where Borderland remains. Kash throws aside one half of the steel steps and leans forward and grabs Borderland at the ear. Pulling, yanking on the ear, Kash grabs the back of his head to help pull him up. Putting his back against the ring post, Kash using a finger lifts Borderland's head to bring him eye to eye. Kash returns the favor and slaps Borderland across the face. Kash steps back in a quick motion and raises an arm and begins slapping his elbow.

Nailz: He's going for the "Mark Of Jason" Rolling Elbow!!

Skipping forward one step, Kash breaks into a spin and comes with a perfect and full forced Rolling Elbow. Borderland dives to the right just split seconds before the tip of the elbow makes connection and Kash crashes his elbow into the ring post. Instantly Kash grabs his elbow and falls to the ring side floor in pain.

Beckett: He MISSED! Oh that hurt something painful! Kash might be without his Rolling Elbow tonight...

Nailz: He might be without his arm, did you hear that thud? It DUNG...haha! That sucked for him.

As Borderland gets up, he uses an opened Steel Chair to push himself up. On his feet, he grabs the steel chair and folds it shut. He moves around the corner where Kash is and instantly Jason Kash gets big eyed and scoots away faster. As Shane approaches, Kash throws some up kicks but Shane slaps them out of his way as he comes in closer with the chair. Kash leans forward quickly, trying to grab around Borderland's leg. Shane laughs and raises the chair but the referee hanging out between the ropes snatches the chair from Borderland. Turning his head to the ref, Shane gives him an evil snarl. The referee moves to the adjacent side of the ring and tosses the Chair to the outside. During that time, Jason Kash on the mats wrapped around Borderland's leg, drives up a Low Blow that buckles Borderland at the knees.

Nailz: That was a low blow!! This is the ONLY match of regular rules on the Main Card and that right there was against the rules!! Do your Job REF!!

Beckett: I didn't see anything...What happened? What? I was watching the referee..

Kash with his bad arm draped over the ring apron holds himself up. He rolls slowly under the bottom ropes to enter the ring as the referee returns to officiate the action. Borderland on his side is cupping himself and the referee questions Kash but gets no answer. Fans in the front row try playing charades but it doesn't help. Holding his arm as he rises to his feet, Jason Kash watches as Borderland slaps a hand up onto the canvas. As he pulls himself up, Kash is already hitting the far ropes. No sooner does Borderland see Kash coming is Kash leaping up and coming direct with a diving Baseball Slide. To the chest of Shane Borderland hits the slide and he is launched back, crashing back first into the ring side railing. Kash remains inside the ring breathing hard and grunting at the pain in his elbow.

Crawling to the ring apron, Shane Borderland pushes to his feet and rolls into the ring. Jason Kash now leaning in the ropes pushes off the ropes and staggers over to Shane. The two throw a punch at the same time and both men stumble back. Kash charges in but Shane Borderland lifts Kash up and snaps him down with his High Angle Spinebuster he likes to call "Spinal Tap". He lays along Kash like they're laying together and the referee quickly drops and starts the pin attempt.

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Beckett: Oh thank you baby Jesus!

Nailz: That was extremely close, Shane almost had the win right there! How much more can they take?

Borderland up on his feet looks a little dazed but leans over and pulls at the bad arm of Jason Kash. Kash comes up to his feet and Borderland lifts him again, puts him up high for another "Spinal Tap" but Jason slides down, hooks Shane's head in a Guillotine and locks his legs around Borderland's waist as he lands to his back on the canvas. Kash tightens the sudden submission as the referee scrambles to check on Shane. The fans screaming boos and cheers as Shane struggles to break free.

Beckett: CHOKE HIM PURPLE!!

Nailz: Wait, Jason Kash knows submission moves? Since when?

Beckett: Knowing them and using them are different. He did train with Cid Phoenix for that ViW Tag Team Event not long ago. Maybe he picked up a thing or two from the submission specialist...Quit downplaying Jason Kash!

Holding it tight and arching back to work an angle on the choke and his teeth closed but his mouth open in a grunt as he squeezes Borderland's neck. Shane tries rolling, he tries dragging and pulling but can't get any ground with Kash's legs wrapped around his back and locked. Shane slides down a bit and manages to get up to his knees. The submission gets tighter, he holds out a hand almost ready to tap but doesn't. Shane slowly pushes up so that he's standing on his feet but bent over still locked in the submission. Lifting Kash off the canvas, Borderland takes a few groggy steps forward and falls, slamming Kash onto his back. His legs flop and unrelease from around Shane's back. Shane once again pushes up to his feet with Kash still attached around his neck. Kash stands onto his feet and instantly lets go of the submission and throws a driving knee into Borderland's face. It pops Borderland up tall and Kash swiftly kicks Borderland to the gut and twists his neck, dropping him with a lighting fast "UTI" neckbreaker. The crowd erupts!

Beckett: UTI! UTI! Pin him! PIN HIM NOW!!!

Nailz: That Guillotine took strength out of Kash as well, both of these men are on their last limbs here tonight!

Flopping himself closer to Borderland, Jason Kash manages to throw his good arm over his former partner's chest. The referee slides down and makes the count.

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Nailz: HE KICKED OUT! WOWZER!!

Groggy on his feet, Jason Kash waves for Borderland to get up. As Shane does, he turns around towards Kash and is met with a "Mark Of Jason" Rolling Elbow. Borderland stumbles back and falls into the ropes. His arms tie up in the ropes and the crowd gets all excited. Kash stops and smiles as his eyes scan around the arena. He looks at Borderland struggle to be released. Kash bursts into a sprint and big boots Borderland's face. He steps back again and comes in fast with another solid shot to the face with a Big boot. He drives a closed fist into the jaw of Shane and he slumps down, his shoulders remain level with the ropes as his body drops. Still locked in the ropes, Shane Borderland is dazed and losing consciousness.

Beckett: He's got him! Kash has Borderland exactly where Borderland doesn't want to be!

Grabbing Borderland by the head, Kash begins driving knees into Shane's face. Forward knees, lifting knees, sharp knees just busting repeatedly into Shane's face as the referee tries pulling Kash off. Kash rips away from the ref and steps into another huge lifting knee. Blood trickles down off the bottom of Borderland's lip and strings mixed with saliva. Raising his bad arm, Kash slaps the inner part of his arm showing his fix is being filled. He steps back in and goes into delivering more knees to the face. The referee finally begins to count the 5 count before he's forced to disqualify Kash. At the count of 4 Kash backs away with his arms raised up like an innocent man. Borderland tilting forward with his arms up behind him, still tied up in the ropes is out. Blood pouring from his lip and nose. A mouse formed under his right eye. Borderland coughs and blood splatters out onto the canvas.

Nailz: He's in bad shape, Borderland needs medical attention!

Beckett: This is awesome!!

The ropes come untied and Shane Borderland face plants into the canvas. Kash drops at his head and begins driving knees into the side of his skull. The referee can't stop it now as no official rules are being broken. Kash drives in knee after knee, so many that Borderland has stopped jolting from the blows and is laying there. The fans finally begin to chant "LEAVE HIM ALONE" and Kash smiles a gritty and evil smile, pushing his tongue through the gap in his teeth as he wipes up the blood from Shane's face and slaps himself with it. Rolling him onto his back, Kash lays with his back on Borderland as the referee hesitates but slaps the canvas.

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Winner: Jason Kash

Nailz: Even Ferrari is almost disgusted by the acts of Jason Kash..Shane is hurt, we need EMTs down here right now!

Beckett: Jason told people, he warned Borderland this wouldn't be pretty. This wouldn't go in his favor, he should have prepared for any outcome. It sucks to see someone hurt but in this business, nobody is looking to compete at anything but 100%. Kash showed he is about his here tonight!

"Ambitionz Az A Ridah" play and Jason Kash gets up, wobbles as his eyes remain on Shane but his arms raise in the air above him as the fans give a thundering boo. The referee signals for help as two EMTs rush down and slide into the ring. Kash steps aside as he watches them attend to Shane. Kash falls through the ropes backwards but lands on his feet outside the ring. A fan swipes at Kash and Kash spits at the fan as he makes his way up the ring aisle.

[President Jeff]

We cut backstage to the Pillars of Asylum, TJ and Keaton Saint. Both men are engaged in conversation as they appear to be preparing themselves for the night ahead. The conversation appears to be light-hearted as the camera moves in to pick up the sound, Saint is about to take a sip of coffee as the sound becomes good enough to be heard.

TJ: I wouldn't--

Keaton Saint: --Drink this?

TJ: I was gonna say that.

Keaton Saint: Honestly, any jitters I'll get from this is nothing compared to how I'm feeling right now.

TJ: The big champ has cold feet now? That's gotta be strange coming from the cool, calm and collected man you were a couple of weeks back.

Keaton Saint: I wouldn't say that.

TJ: You wouldn't, I am.

Keaton Saint: Nah, you're missing my point here. I wasn't lying when I said you had to embrace the reality of who you are, we both know what that means.

TJ looks over to his Tap Out championship with pride.

TJ: Damn right!

Keaton Saint: Damn right, but with that comes accepting that you're aware of any weakness you might have.

TJ: Anything that takes you out of your game?

Keaton Saint: Yeah, exactly. The thing about Michael Callahan is...

Saint pauses and sighs before taking a sip of the coffee near him.

TJ: He's about as sick as Reaver, but he don't have a mask to go with it.

Keaton Saint: You might be on the money there. I was going to say something else though.

TJ: Which is?

Keaton Saint: I think he got into my head.

TJ: Oh you have to be shitting me! You tell me, you TOLD me what I needed to hear to come back from the brink and get ready for the big scary masked man.

Keaton Saint: I know what I said TJ, that didn't change.

TJ: Damn right it didn't, and you're telling me that you're worried about some guy who needed to attack you to stand on the same level. I'm not accepting it.

Keaton Saint: What?

TJ: Just what I said, I'm not gonna accept it.

Keaton Saint: I know where you're coming from, but please at least let me get to my original point.

TJ: No biggie, but it you start spouting some BS again I am walking straight out of here and we're not speaking until you've won.

Keaton Saint: Nice vote of confidence there.

TJ: That's a vote of reality, champ.

Keaton Saint: Still not used to that.

TJ: You'll do it in time.

Keaton Saint: I know, I just have to be on the level that's able to beat Michael Callahan without fail.

TJ: You're already there.

Keaton Saint: I was there, but his attack didn't do the world of good.

Saint takes his time to drink a large gulp of coffee, despite the high caffeine content it seems to ease his nerves.

Keaton Saint: I've been able to test myself properly over the last few days and I know something isn't right. Whether that's the scope of this match or the fact I have to think like a champion myself now is a part of it, but he hit me hard and he hit me in such a way that anybody else would have been raging from the heavens by now.

TJ: You're a quiet guy, it don't mean you're not as intense when the time comes.

Keaton Saint: I want to believe that and I do know on some level you're right. Callahan got me on the back foot with his attack, it's not the physical side of things that makes me hurt because the mental fight I'm about to take is the big one.

TJ: You need to have the spirit of a champ.

Keaton Saint: Yeah, but I need to have the spirit of a champion who KNOWS what he's about to do. You've known to some extent that you'd be facing Reaver, I've barely been able to connect the fact that I won a bloody title with the fact I have to defend it. It's all new to me, I've got the shakes from it.

TJ: Harlem shake?

Keaton Saint: Not that sort of thing. But I think that's where my advantage lies, he's in the same position and if I'm right then that means I can push on that.

TJ: Now that sounds like you've just got an idea in your head.

Keaton Saint: I might have done. There's still some time before the match, as long as I can verbalise my thoughts in a direct way then maybe I can influence the point that Michael Callahan has to adapt to me. He doesn't know me, not at the level some other people do. But what I am is one of the best at adapting to new situations, I have the advantage.

TJ: You just gotta make him know that.

Keaton Saint: Right on the money TJ.

Saint finishes his drink and begins to leave.

Keaton Saint: When it comes to your match though--

TJ: Yeah?

Keaton Saint: When you beat him, make sure there's enough of you left to paint the town red. We'll show Toronto how the Pillars set a new standard for raising the roof!

TJ: Put them hands up!

Keaton Saint: Oh yes, those hands will touch the bloody sky!

Saint takes his leave as the camera focuses on TJ, who is left with a wide smile by the end of the conversation as we cut away from the ringside area.


The titantron suddenly began to broadcast some footage, immediately capturing the attention of this Canadian audience. The location that this piece of footage was recorded seem to be some park as all the footage was showing is grass. After a couple of quiet seconds the words ‘Deshi, Deshi, Basara, Basara,’ slowly crept out of the P.A. System and the grass began to move upwardly towards the left. The four word chant becoming faster and faster with each second that goes pass, as if building up to something. This continued on for twenty odd seconds before suddenly stopping, both the chanting and the camera movement, as now there was a pair of female feet in view. The camera recording this footage scrolled up while zoomed out slightly to reveal that these feet belonged to none other than Robina Hood. The crowd immediately cracked out into some hateful boos as the footage clearly shows that the young Brit is actually sitting on a swing. She was looking down towards the floor as the forest-dweller began to speak.

Robina Hood: “Eight hopefuls climbing a ladder…seven of those hopefuls wanting glory…seven of those hopefuls seeking domination…seven of those hopefuls desiring fame…but those seven aren’t me.”

Those words were said with a slow purpose and some of the boos quieted down to ‘what is she on about’ expressions. While saying her words Robina’s eyes were slowly rolling upwards before finally looking directly at the camera that is recording her.

Robina Hood: “You people hate me from day one and honestly…I don’t give a shit about any of your opinions…all I give a shit about is two things. The first is slaying the hopes of those seven hopefuls as I claim a Championship that practically should have been mine at Survive and Conquer…but the other…it is what I want…it is what I seek…it is what I truly desire…just one simple word…‘Perfection.’ I’m on a road to perfection and this road leads me into this ladder match…maybe some stupid Canadian child dreams of one of these hopefuls to leave as Champion…but tonight I’m going to simply demolish that child’s dream as not only leave tonight as the North American Champion…but I’ll leave another step closer to perfection…see you tonight…”

Those words were barely finished as the titantron crashed out into static, the crowd continuing to boo since Robina admitted to not giving a shit about their opinions.


Tony: The following match-up is the Career vs. Career match!

The crowd cheers as Tony stands in the middle of the ring. Nearby, workers begin to assemble the dog collar.

Harvey: This is it Chase…the moment we’ve been waiting six months for! Kurt Noble and Chris Hart are finally going to end this thing once and for, and only one man walks out with his career in tact!

Chase: Well, I think both guys are going to be leaving a bit more in the ring…blood, sweat, probably some teeth. Perfect chance to get a lock of hair fangirls!

Tony: The first fall will be the Dog Collar Match, where one man wins by taping all four corners of the ring while chained to his opponent. The second fall is Cage match. Where one man wins by pinfall, submission, or escaping the cage. The last fall will be a Last Man Standing Match, and will be decided when one man cannot stand for a ten-count!

Labyrinth, Come In

Suddenly, “Labyrinth” blasts through the speakers…but Noble doesn’t step out. His music plays for a few moments, before the camera switches to ringside. Noble is walking through the crowd, taking in both cheers and boos. He’s holding up a sign as he walks, reading..

IT ENDS TONIGHT!

Noble hops over the barrier, handing his sign to a nearby kid. He takes a deep breath as he faces the ring, climbing in after a few moments.

Tony: Introducing first, from Orlando, Florida, weighing in at 235 pounds.. Kurt Noble!

Harvey: Kurt Noble has had one of the most tumultuous careers of any Megastar in recent history. He started in APW by helping CJ win the Undisputed Championship. He battled Rebel for nearly half a year. Came close to winning the Survive and Conquer 2012, and then won the Undisputed Championship and Tag Team Championship. He derailed after Terry Marvin, and now finds himself at the end of a long, bloody feud with the man he used to call his best friend. Things looked so promising for Kurt Noble…and they could all end tonight.

Chase: I don’t like his goody two-shoes attitude, but I sure would miss making fun of him!

You are my poison! You are my poison!

The lights in the arena dim down as the melodic saxophone of Poison hit’s the now dark arena. The jumbo-tron bursts to life as the electronic beat begins in the background with clips of Chris Hart wrestling and two girls gyrating on the miniature screen as Chris Hart emerges from the back with pink laser lights flashing all around the arena. The pulsing beat and laser lights show continue as he walks down the ring and slides into the ring. Going to the far corner, Chris climbs the turnbuckle and throws one arm up in the air and looks out at the cheering crowd. He and Noble staredown, locked in the moment as the camera flashes begin.

Tony: And his opponent, weighing in at 190 pounds, and hailing from Calgary, Alberta, Canada… Chris Hart!

Harvey: Chris Hart has been with us for nearly a year now, and has showed above all else that he’s the most lethal kind of team player. He started off defending himself from old rival Delikado, before taking on the Sindicate nearly first. He’s always had Noble’s back, and became one of the primary victim’s of his tag partner’s rage…but we’ve come to find out that Hart’s got madness to rival, or maybe even destroy that of Noble’s!

Chase: Pretty boy hasn’t been so pretty when he’s covered in Noble’s blood!

Both men continue to stare as they’re locked in their collars. Tony exits the ring as the music dies down…and the battle of careers begins.

Fall #1 – Dog Collar Match

The bell sounds as Noble and Hart stand eight feet apart from each other – the dog collar around their respective necks linking their fortunes in the first fall. They begin to circle each other, either man looking for an opening until Noble abruptly stops and reverses course, yanking Chris along with him as he catches him by surprise and throwing him off balance. Noble wastes no time in taking advantage of Chris’ momentary slip to plant him on the canvas with a huge double leg takedown, and immediately begins to hammer away at him from the top, each closed fist connecting with the target until Chris manages to shift away from Noble and roll to the side. Rabidly, Noble continues after him and as Chris tries to get to his feet Noble spears him and sends both tumbling through the ropes to the floor below with an out-of-control thud from Hart before the wind is further knocked out of him as Noble drives a falling knee into his sternum.

Noble keeps the momentum as he picks Hart up to his knees and grabs a length of the chain and wraps it around his neck and begins choking him with it – mercilessly attempting to drain the life away from Chris. He claws at his neck but it’s too no avail as the chains continue to bite into his skin in an attempt to get at, and crush, his trachea. Sensing the futility of the endeavor Chris pushes himself up to his feet with Noble still having his back and charges hard towards the barricade, throwing himself over and in the process sending Noble slamming into the barricade with all his momentum. Noble stumbles; allowing Chris time to free himself of the noose around his neck and then charge back towards him, vaulting off the barricade and connecting with a huge clothesline across the neck, swinging the momentum in his favor.

Chris keeps hold of Noble and throws him spine first into the ring apron as Noble arches his back in pain – leaving himself wide open for Chris to leap at him and nearly take his head off with a devastating Busaiku Knee Kick straight to the temple. Noble pauses for a single moment as Chris kneels on top of the ring canvas outside, before flopping face first into the ground as Chris looks down at him and dolphin dives off the canvas landing with a senton splash right onto Noble as the crowd roars at the action.

Chris keeps the assault going as he picks Noble up and tosses him under the bottom rope into the ring and slides in himself, getting to his feet as Noble has pushed himself up to one knee. Chris helps him up the rest of the way and pushes him into the near ropes, keeping a hold of as much chain as possible and as Noble comes back at him, Chris ducks out of the way and grabs more chain, wrapping it around his body, and leaving about three feet of slack between the two. Noble snaps to a screeching halt as Chris yanks him in right into a sleeper hold with the chain wrapped around his body, preventing him from struggling away. Noble fights at the hold trying to break free before he eventually starts to fade – falling back into Chris body to reduce the distance between the two as Chris bends over, looking to increase the pressure on Noble, but ends up getting tossed with a beautiful arm drag as Noble smiles to himself, freed of the hold and the slack back on the chain.

Chris rolls to his feet and charges at Noble who ducks him and takes him down with another arm drag, sending Chris spine first into the canvas. Furious – Chris gets to his feet once more and looks to deliver a devastating lariat but again Noble evades, grabs the arm, and takes Chris down to the canvas.

Harvey: We’re used to seeing Chris whip people around the ring with those succession arm drags but it appears as if Kurt has taken a page out of his book this evening.

Chase: You’ve got to think we might see more than a little bit of that today.

Chris gets to his feet and stares coldly at Noble – who can only respond with a sly wink. Again, the two circle each other this time with Chris closing the gap quickly and the two lock horns collar and elbow, before Chris shifts out to a side headlock, regaining control of the match. Noble pushes him off and sends him into the ropes, the chain just long enough to accommodate the rebound and allowing him to come back and slide under the clothesline attempt and popping up to his feet, looks to deliver a jumping roundhouse, pulling a new trick out of bag. Noble deftly dodges it though and when Chris lands, Noble plants him once again onto the canvas with a double leg takedown – and once again begins to mercilessly beat on him with closed fists.

The referee stands watching, bound to let the beating continue as Noble lands a sledgehammer right that lands smack dab between the eyes of Chris – and seems to wake him up as he catches the next blow and manages to shift around and ends up locking Kurt into a triangle choke as the crowd roars at the fast paced action as Noble struggles to free himself as he continues to flail at Hart with desperate left hands before one lands on the chain. Immediately grabbing hold Noble begins to yank on the chain, pulling it in towards his right hand trapped by Hart until there is no slack. Desperately, Noble yanks upwards and pulls Chris up off the canvas, and with the aided leverage up into the air to about five feet before sending him thundering into the canvas with all his might, even landing on top of himself as the spine shattering impact forces Chris to relinquish the hold.

Harvey: Desperation move there from Kurt Noble but it appears like it’s paid off. Chris Hart has been going deep into the well here, pulling out moves we haven’t seen him use at all here in the past year in Action Packed Wrestling.

Chase: I would sure hope he’s been doing – I mean, when was the last time we saw him wrestle. I forgot he even worked in APW – and one can only hope after tonight that’s the case.

Harvey: He does look like the fresher man this evening.

Both men are down for a moment, gathering themselves, before Noble rolls to his feet first but is unable to take advantage as from one knee Chris delivers a massive uppercut that staggers Noble for a moment and allows Chris to get the advantage as he yanks on the length of chain joining the two as he gets to his feet and then swings it and lets go, sending Noble bouncing into the near ropes and on the rebound Chris looks to score with a back body drop but it’s countered by Noble who in one swift motion has the chain wrapped around the throat of Hart as he tries to choke the life out of him.

Chris struggles for a moment against it before he looks to utilize the same arm drag that Noble had utilized earlier but Noble’s prepared for it and ends up floating right over into position for a cross arm-breaker, but instead opts to spin back through and connects with the Noble DDT, sending Chris thundering skull first into the canvas! Noble looks down at his former partner for a moment before he grabs hold of the chain and Chris and drags him towards the nearest corner. Noble claps the first turnbuckle before heading across the squared circle for the second.

Chase: This could be the end of Chris Hart right here.

Harvey: I don’t think so – but that Noble DDT definitely swung the momentum back in his favor.

Noble reaches the second corner and taps the turnbuckle, halfway to his objective but is forced to stop his pursuit as Hart delivers a swift right hand to the sternum as Noble turns around and then tosses him into the corner, stunning Noble for the briefest of moments, but allowing enough time for Chris to climb atop the bottom rope and begin to rain down big right hands to the forehead of Noble. Noble eats another one before he slumps down and tries to pick Hart up for a scoop slam but Chris is ready, floating back through the ropes and ending up outside on the apron, before leaping back in as Noble finds himself bound in the corner by the chain as Hart simply smirks at him as he comes to the conclusion that he’s been duped.

With nothing left to do but attempt to fight his way out, throwing caution to the wind as he begins to chuck knuckles with Chris Hart, neither man willing to give an inch or concerned in the slightest about defence. Finally Chris ducks a blow from Noble and looks to hit him with a knee to the sternum but Kurt blocks it as he ducks out of the ring and floats across the post to the other side, freeing him from the trap set by Chris Hart. Not content to simply escape though Noble takes to the air, utilizing the ropes as a slingshot, to connect with a huge clothesline on Chris Hart who’s taken down to the canvas.

Harvey: Kurt Noble’s not going to leave anything in the bag this evening. You don’t see him take to the air often but you have to think that tonight he’ll stop at nothing to win.

Chase: You think? With what’s at stake this evening I would sure as hell hope so.

Noble keeps the momentum going as he pulls Chris up to his feet and whips him into the ropes and on the rebound plants him with a vicious spinebuster and then begins to once again pound on him with closed right fists. Chris keeps fighting against it and manages to roll away but Noble is on him, shoving him into the ropes again and on the rebound connects with another spinebuster and keeps the merciless onslaught going like a man possessed as this time Chris is forced to simply cover up and live to fight another day. As the blows stop reaching their mark, Noble gets to his feet and pulls Chris up and flings him into the corner and fires in after him, connecting with a clothesline that sends Chris stumbling out of the corner.

Noble smiles to himself as he runs up behind Chris and plants him face first with another one of Chris’ moves, the single handed bulldog. Chris doesn’t move as Noble rolls to his feet and nudges his ribs with his boot. Not yet satisfied with the amount of damage done, he grabs the length of chain and loops it together, before whipping the steel links against the exposed flesh of Chris Hart, each time it biting in and sending Chris into spasms of pain.

Chase: It’s kind of fitting that Chris Hart is now literally Kurt Noble’s whipping boy.

Harvey: Clever, but you have to recall the match at Christmas Chaos looked like this and I’m sure you’ll recall how that ended up.

Back in the ring, Noble looks at Chris and the welts having formed on his back and shakes his head before he rolls him over and begins dragging him along the canvas towards the corners – he reaches the first without problem but on his way to the second Chris grabs hold of the chain and pulls back against Noble – prompting him to turn around and fire a vicious boot square to Hart’s face as he tries to pull himself up to his feet. Hart recoils with the impact and Noble turns around and picks Chris up and presses him against the ropes chest first, and begins to fire knife edge chops to the beaten back of Chris Hart – eventually popping one of the welts as the canvas tastes blood for the first time.

Noble surveys his handy work before he takes the length of chain and wraps it twice around the neck of Chris Hart before knotting it in a quasi-hangman’s noose. Backing away for a moment Noble yanks on the chain and sees Chris recoil, and then charges and slams full force into Hart, sending him toppling over the rope. His feet don’t touch the floor though as Kurt Noble keeps his hands on the chain’s, leaving Chris hanging over top of the apron – and the front flip having only served to tighten the hold of a dementedly smiling Noble on the chain.

Harvey: Chris Hart’s life is literally hanging from Kurt Noble’s grasp here.

Chase: And there’s at least one more fall to go. Kurt might beat a corpse! And I couldn’t think of a better person for it to happen to.

Harvey: You can really be sick sometimes, you know that Johnny?

Noble sadistically smiles as Chris paws at the chains, trying to untangle himself from them – all whilst trying to get his feet back onto the apron. He manages to relieve the pressure on the hold for a moment as he gets his feet there – but Noble simply pulls on the chain harder – nearly lifting Chris off the floor by his neck. Chris starts to gag – his face turning an off purple as Noble looks back and nods his head before delivering a stiff kick to the back of an unsuspecting Chris who goes off the apron and again is hung by his neck and left to flail.

Noble: I’m not going to treat you like a dog Chris, I’m going to treat you like a bitch!

Eventually the flailing abets as Chris’ body goes limp as the crowd is hushed and finally Noble let’s go of the chain, letting Chris fall to the floor as he’s pulled up against the ropes himself. Ducking out of the ring – Chris lying unmoving at his feet, Noble only serves to add to the degradation as he reaches under the ring and pulls out a box of milk biscuit dog treats and shoves one into the mouth of Chris Hart before throwing him back into the ring.

Chase: I don’t get it; Kurt’s been acting like a scared puppy for weeks, and now he’s the Gladiator? What gives?

Harvey: Kurt Noble has to return the intensity he’s felt for weeks against Chris Hart. If he can match Hart’s own aggression, he’ll have to try a different route, and return this to a wrestling match; it’s a psychological game, no doubt.

Chase:…Sure?

Noble labours to drag Chris across the canvas – strain starting to show on his face from the exertion so far – but he eventually reaches the second corner as Chris still is unmoved. Heading towards the third – Noble doesn’t even look back at Hart as he simply drags him across the mat and slams his fist into the turnbuckle. Smiling to himself, the finish line and victory in the first fall within sight, Noble drags Hart across the ring by the chain as the crowd roars, doing anything in their power to spur Chris on. With only three steps to go, Noble stretches out his hand to decrease the distance at the same time as Chris eyes flutter open, as he desperately fights against Noble, literally attempting to crawl away from assured defeat.

Noble tries at first to win the tug of war – but eventually he realizes that he’ll be unable to haul the resisting Hart far enough away – so charges at him looking to connect with a vicious knee strike to the temple – but Chris dips out of the way and rolls towards the far corner and slams his fist into the turnbuckle – resetting the clock as Noble turns around and stares at him enraged.

Harvey: I thought it was all over there – Chris Hart looked done for.

Chase: He can’t keep pulling rabbit’s out of his hat. It’s simply not possible for Chris Hart to walk out this evening the victor.

Chris seems to have only prolonged the inevitable however as Noble charges at him and a weakened Chris is unable to fight back. Relentlessly, Kurt fires left hands, right hands, chops and caps it off with a brutal shot elbow right to the head that sends Chris stumbling out of the corner. Noble pulls him back in however and lifts him up into position, before dropping him neck first into the bottom turnbuckle with a spike Mark of Nobility as the crowd cringes at the neck of Chris Hart snapping as he immediately clutches at it in pain.

Chase: That was vicious! I don’t think we’ve ever seen Kurt do that before but damn is it effective.

Harvey: You have to wonder if Chris can possibly take any more punishment – or if he should and live to fight another day, or at least another fall.

Chase: He may as well just toss in the towel now and go home … and stay home!

Noble rolls to his feet as Chris continues to gyrate on the canvas as he clutches his neck, all in all a good sign, but the expression on his face belies the excruciating pain he’s experiencing. Noble kicks Hart in the neck with the toe of his boot, only adding to the discomfort, before beginning his march around the ring. Chris tries to hold on, grabbing hold of the bottom turnbuckle pad to attempt to stop Kurt but he’s unable to prevent him from carrying forward as Kurt emphatically slams the second turnbuckle before Chris’ struggle pays off. Noble stops his procession and slams Chris head into the canvas once more and begins to choke the life out of him again with the steel chain.

Chris barely has any fight in him and quickly cedes to Noble who looks down and adding insult to injury, pushes off his face with his hand as he gets back up to his feet and turns back on Hart – which prompts a smile from the fallen warrior as he grabs hold of the chain that was around his throat. Noble taps the third turnbuckle and starts towards the fourth before his momentum stops and he turns around – right into the right hand of Chris Hart wrapped in the steel chain as the crowd goes wild.

Harvey: That could be the difference maker for Chris Hart here in the first fall!

Chase: No! Noble had him!

Noble drops like a sack of hammers as Chris topples over too from pure exhaustion, the crowd still whipping itself into a frenzy. Both men are down as the crowd settles and then waits on baited breath as everything is still for a while until finally both roll to their feet – Noble reaching them first but it’s Chris Hart that gets the advantage as he again fires a blow with the steel chain wrapped around his fist that connects and once again Noble drops as Chris flops into the middle of the ropes.

Not moving for a moment, Chris takes two steps to his right before he stumbles back to his left, still trying to regain his equilibrium. Bumping into the first turnbuckle – Chris manages to pull himself along the ropes and into the second turnbuckle as once again Noble pulls himself up. Seeing this Chris gives up on his attempt to seal the match and slams Noble into the far corner, resetting the count, but follows him in with a huge Busaiku Knee Kick as he stumbles out of the corner, sending him rocketing back into the corner before Noble drops down and rests his head on the second turnbuckle as Chris gets himself back up.

Harvey: This could be Chris opportunity! And judging based on the look on his face he’s got something up his sleeve here!

Chase: What the hell is he doing?

Chris has the arms of Kurt Noble tied up in the chains and knotted behind his back as he struggles against it but isn’t able to break himself free. Chris smiles to himself as he steps out of the ring and hopes onto the second turnbuckle as he pulls up slightly on the chains straightening Noble out as Chris places one foot on the back of his head and then steps off the turnbuckle and slams Noble with a vicious curb stomp as the crowd roars and Kurt Noble is unmoved.

Chris pauses for a moment to gather himself before he taps the first turnbuckle and hauls Noble along as he pats the second as the crowd grows even louder, nearing a fever pitch as he taps the third. The increase spurs Noble on however as he slowly comes to as Chris reaches out to slap the fourth turnbuckle and jerks on the chain enough to throw Chris off balance. Chris turns around and jerks on the chain to attempt to pull Noble closer – but Kurt anticipates it and uses the momentum of Chris against him as he lets Chris pull him and throws himself across the ring into the fourth turnbuckle, snatching Chris’ victory away from him at the last possible moment.

Chase: Yes! Kurt Noble!

Harvey: Look at Chris Hart …

Chase: That’s the look of failure right there.

The dejected look on Chris’ face says it all – but it’s wiped clean off his face as a smirking Noble turns back at him, and promptly eats a sliding bakatare kick right to the face. Noble nearly pinwheels around as Chris shakes his head and slaps the turnbuckle emphatically before he picks Noble up off of the canvas and throws him over his shoulder and heads towards the second corner. Chris taps the turnbuckle and marches towards the third as Noble reaches down and grabs a hold of the steel chain and begins to wrap it around the throat of Chris Hart. Chris smacks the third but as he does – Kurt slides off of him and pulls down on the chain, arresting the momentum of Chris and lifting him up off the canvas slightly. Kurt taps the first turnbuckle, resetting the count on Chris and drags him towards the second as Chris tries to free himself from the chains.

Kurt reaches the second and taps it but can’t reach the third before Chris manages to spin out from Kurt – the chains still wrapped around his neck and put Kurt into perfect position for a Noble Neckbreaker. Chris tries to turn him over but Kurt fights against it and counters himself, setting Chris up into perfect position for a Hart Break. Noble charges towards the turnbuckle and looks to connect but Chris manages to use the steel chain to his advantage and jerks Noble at the very last minute, throwing him off balance, and sends him down straddling the top rope as the crowd cheers at the pained expression on Noble’s face.

Chase: Dirty move there by Chris but you can’t think he’d stoop to anything less after what we’ve seen the past six months.

Harvey: Great counter there by Chris Hart. I think we’ve seen so far already that the regular offense ... DANGEROUS!!!

Darren’s loud exclamation is met by the roar of the crowd as Kurt’s skull bounces right off the steel ring post – Chris having run across the ropes and connecting with an I Smile and landing in the ring. Seeing Kurt Noble out cold, Chris wastes no time in quickly pulling his hands and feet together – hog tieing Kurt Noble with the steel chain. Noble’s unable to even attempt to break free as Chris slaps the first turnbuckle before yanking Kurt along viciously, the roar of the crowd slowly building as he smacks the second and reaching its crescendo when he slams his fist into the third. Looking down at Kurt Noble beginning to stir Chris looks down at him and using his boot lifts Kurt’s head up so he stares right into his hatred filled eyes.

Hart: How’s it feel Kurt?

Resigned – Noble can do the only thing possible, spitting into the face of Chris Hart. Enraged, Chris delivers another vicious curb stomp to Noble, sending him face first into the previously exposed turnbuckle as this time Noble goes limp, unmoved. The crowd roars as Chris shakes his head and stands in the fourth corner for a moment, collecting himself, before he taps it and the referee calls for the bell as the crowd explodes.

Harvey: He did it – Chris Hart takes the first fall!

Chase: No!!!

Tony: Here is your winner of the first fall...Chris Hart!

Fall #2 – Cage Match

The moment the bells rings, ending the first fall, workers are quick to signal down the cage hanging just below the Hell in a Cell; Hart stares up at, watching it encase the two as Noble tries to pull himself up. The referee removes their dog collar just as the cage reaches the bottom. The referee exits, the locks the door behind him. The second bell officially begins the match, but Noble doesn’t appear quite ready to begin. He clutches his head as Hart stares him down…before moving in, and kicking Noble authoritatively in the stomach! Noble groans, and nearly collapses, but Hart pushes him back against the turnbuckle, and continues to kick, punch, and pound away on his former tag partner until he collapses into the ground! Hart lifts up Noble by the hair, and mouths something inaudible at him…but Noble responds back with a hard elbow!

Harvey: Kurt Noble certainly is dazed after some massively traumatic head shots in the first fall, but I’d be damned if I said that shot didn’t look clear!

Chase: He’s just taking shots at all the little stars filling up his head!

Hart stumbles back, surprise filling his face at the ferocity behind the shot. He move sin closer, but takes another shot right to the gut…this time a crowd applause! Noble throws a few hooks, before nailing Hart with a HUGE elbow shot to the jaw to an enormous applause! Noble then grabs Hart, and tries to rush him against the cage…but Hart with his foot, and nails Noble in the nose with the same foot! He tries the same move…but Noble blocks, slips behind Hart, and goes for a German suplex…but Hart flips in mid-air, landing nimbly behind Noble! Hart dropkicks Noble into the cage, but Noble stops just moments before his head collides against the cold steel. Hart runs against the ropes, builds up steam, and leaps with his knee forward…but Noble barely throws himself out of harm’s way, and Hart collides knee first into the steel!

*CRACK*

Harvey: I can’t tell if that sound was Chris Hart’s knee, or the steel cage!

Chase: Hey now…that’s an expensive cage. You better not ruin it!

Hart slams against the canvas, screaming in agony as he holds his knee in pain! Noble looks down at Hart, and stomps down on his knee! Noble continues to do it, over and over, until Hart’s knee is visibly red! He drives his boot into Hart’s shin, and gets face to face with him.

Noble: How’s it feel Chris?

Noble lifts up Hart, and lifts him up for a fisherman suplex, gripping the knee tightly…before twisting in mid-air, causing Hart to land knee-first! He grimaces in excruciating pain, but has little time to relax as Noble goes for a knee-bar. Hart grits his teeth as Noble yells “TAP!” Hart, however, doesn’t. Instead, he begins to pull at his own hair with one hand…and then bites down on the other to stop himself from tapping out! Blood quickly spills from his hand as he bites clean through the flesh, stunning Noble, and giving Hart enough time to roll over, and with his free leg, kick Noble in the face! Noble rolls away, gripping his now bloodied nose, whimpering like a dog! Hart gets up, stumbling on his now bruised knee, but wastes no time delivering a straight kick to Noble’s nose as he turns back around!

*SNAP*

Harvey: Jesus Chris, that sounded bloody!

Chase: And it looked loud; connect your sense, idiot.

Noble stumbles against the cage, and Hart moves in, grabbing Noble’s face with one hand, and he begins to pull at Noble’s nose! As Noble tries to push Hart away, Hart grabs Noble’s wrist, and twists it neatly 180 degrees! Noble screams even louder as he grasps his own wrists, and Hart goes right back on the offense…against Noble’s nose! He pulls Noble in, and POPS him right across the nose, sending a slew of blood down to the canvas. Hart then grabs Noble, kicks him in stomach, and then runs against the ropes…before delivering a huge running knee to Noble’s face! Noble’s down, the blood from his own incredibly awkwardly shaped nose all over his face. Hart places his boot against Noble against Noble’s face, and points to the referee.

Hart: Count it! Let me finish this!

The referee obliges…

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Suddenly, Noble rolls, catching Hart off guard, grabbing his boot, and twisting him to the canvas! Noble pivots, and turns it into an Ankle-Lock as the crowd cheers!

Harvey: The Quixotic Lock! Kurt Noble’s bloody nose turned into an opportunity for the Quixotic Lock!

Chase: Yeah, I’m sure he planned to almost have his nose ripped off to set up for that move…

Harvey: Regardless, this is one of the three-way ways this match can end: Submission, pinfall, or escape!

Hart bellows as Noble twists his swelling knee, doing everything he can to rip himself from the move. He goes to bite his bloodied hand again…but Noble turns to the side, extending his foot…and steps on Hart’s hand! Hart tries to yank himself free with his other hand, but can’t do so! He then turns, trying to move onto his back, but the moment he does, Noble grabs his other leg, and applies a Sharpshooter! Hart bangs his head on the canvas in pain!

Chase: Could that be considered tapping out?

Harvey: I don’t know that Noble would see it so…he doesn’t seem intent on letting Chris out of this one so easily!

Hart begins to drag himself towards the ropes, but finds them too far out of reach instead, Hart uses both hands to position himself for a push-up. Then, he pushes himself up, hopping off the canvas, causing an unsuspecting Noble to drop his legs! Noble stumbles against the ropes, taking a moment to rest as Hart grabs his knee in pain. Noble wipes some of the blood from his face, and then begins to climb up the wall! He makes it about halfway up before Hart runs against the ropes, springboards off, and dropkicks Noble in the knee! Noble stumbles, his head SMASHING against the cage wall!

Noble falls awkwardly, holding his neck in pain! Hart then grabs Noble, and positions him for the Hart Break! Hart looks at the turnbuckle…before turning to the cage itself. He runs, and in an almost Matrix-like motion, uses the cage to hop off…but in mid-air, Noble redirects the momentum, and THORWS Chris into the cage door, causing it to rattle against its hinges! Chris twitches uncontrollably…and Noble eyes the door. He lifts up Hart again, and like a battering ram, smashes his head into the door!

*SNAP*

*POW*

*CRACK*

Noble: You want to escape? Then escape!

Noble lifts up Hart again, and with one last whip, slams him head-first into the door! Suddenly, it twists, breaking the door’s handle, while becoming jammed on the hinges! Noble pushes against the door, but it’s very much jammed in place!

Chase: That escape plan failed!

Harvey: It looks like now either man wants to escape, they’re climbing out!

Noble looks down at Hart, who has begun bleeding from a cut across his forehead. Noble lifts up Hart, kicks him in the stomach and swings him around for a Noble Neckbreaker…but Hart spins through, and lifts Noble up, barely dropping him with a flapjack against the cage wall! Noble falls against the ropes, and Hart uses a wave of momentum to run, rebound, and then dropkick Noble into the wall again! As Noble falls to both knees, Hart continues his speedy venture, this time dropkicking Noble’s temple right into the wall! Noble’s down, and Hart staggers against the ropes…before beginning to climb! He makes it all the way up, and actually manages to get on the top of the cage! Hart stands up, looking down…before looking back at Noble!

Hart: I told you Kurt…there’s no escape from this.

Harvey: Chris Hart is in a position to escape! Kurt Noble’s career is about to be over!

Chase: I don’t quite know about that. He looks a bit…preoccupied…

Hart stands, taking in the “HART!” chants, before positioning himself. Noble is on the opposite side of the ring, leaning up against a turnbuckle for support. Suddenly, Hart begins to walk along the edges, picking up momentum…before hurling off with both feet forward, coming down and DRILLING Noble with a dropkick right into the cage!

Harvey: JESUS CHRIST!

Chase: Might need to call the plastic surgeon after that one!

“HOLY SHIT!”

“HOLY SHIT!”

Both men are down, barely moving after Chris Hart’s leap of death. He holds his knee as he begins to fidget, obviously having exacerbated it with the jump. Hart rolls over, and throws him arm over Noble…

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Hart rolls over, and suddenly locks Noble in a crossface! Blood smears all over Hart’s hands as Noble groans in agony, his nose being wretched against his face by the move.

Hart: Just GIVE UP!

Suddenly, a small chant starts up…

“KURT NOBLE!”

“KURT NOBLE!”

Noble begins to push himself up, and combined with the slippery blood, Hart begins to lose his grip. Noble fires a small shot at Hart’s ribs, followed by another shot to totally break the move. Suddenly, Hart kicks Noble in the stomach, and runs against the ropes. He goes for a running Busaiku kick…but Noble ducks, catches Hart off the rebound, and hits a huge belly to belly suplex on him! He then grabs Hart as he tries to get up, and hits a German suplex on him…and another! And another! Before the fourth suplex, Noble backs up, and when he hits the move, the back of Hart’s neck SLAMS against the cage!

Noble spits blood, before looking up at the cage. He drags himself over, and begins to climb, but at a much slower rate than Hart was able to. He makes it halfway up before Hart grabs ahold of his leg…but Noble kicks him off! Noble makes it to the top, lying against the edge of the cage, and tries to simply roll over, but Hart grabs his arm!

Hart: You are NEVER escaping this! EVER!

Harvey: Chris, Hart sounds like a homicidal maniac right now!

Chase: Kurt might just have to cut off the arm and let him have it!

Suddenly, Hart tries to position Noble for a Schewin off the cage...but Noble grabs Hart's neck, and throws himself back into the ring with a falling Noble Neckbreaker!!! He pins...

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Tony: Here is your winner of the second fall...Kurt Noble!

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[President Jeff]

Noble stares across at Hart both men still gasping for air, blood pouring from their respective heads – as after forty minutes, absolutely nothing has been accomplished, the falls at one a piece. They begin to circle each other, looking for an opening that both acknowledge will never appear with a nod of their head and simply lock horns, engaging in a battle of wills as they try and push the other around.

Noble: Just give up Chris …

Hart: I can’t … I won’t. Not after everything!

Chris surges forward and pushes Noble against the ropes and the two break the hold as Hart looks to whip Noble across the ring but he’s countered and instead sees himself going flying across. Rather than hitting the ropes, Chris leaps into them and comes back across and lands perfectly on an extended Noble before snapping him down to the canvas with a hurricanrana but Noble rolls right through and ends up with Hart in the Quixotic lock.

Chris struggles against the hold as Noble looks to snap his ankle. Working against the grapevine, Chris eventually manages to kick himself free of the hold and rolls to his feet but is unable to beat Noble up and eats a vicious clothesline for his trouble.

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The referee’s count reaches three before Ch¬ris begins to his feet and Noble steps up and pulls him up, breaking the fall before whipping him into the corner. Immediately Noble begins unleashing a torrent of knife edge chops to the chest of Chris, each one causing his chest to burn a deeper shade of crimson as the crowd groans, before a final shot connects that’s aimed a little higher, a strike straight to the throat as Chris drops down to one knee.

Noble puts the boots to him, eventually flattening him out and then continuing until he’s beaten nearly all the fight out of Chris as the referee walks in to start another count.

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Noble: You’ve already made this harder than it needs to be Chris. Stay down … you’ve done everything you need to do.

Chris’ eyes flutter open as Noble looks down at him, the referee’s count reaching five.

Hart: I haven’t killed you yet.

Chris defiantly pushes himself up to his feet as a resigned Noble goes back on the assault, slamming a knee into Chris that doubles him back over before turning around and flinging him between the second and third ropes to the outside as he crashes and burns on the protective matting on the outside. Noble looks down at him before he runs across the ring and hits the ropes as Chris pushes himself up after the nasty spill – only to catch a flying Noble who connects with a headlong suicide dive that sends both men crashing into the announce table, startling both Harvey and Chase at the desk as the crowd pops.

Harvey: I really don’t know how anyone else is going to follow the display these two have put on.

Chase: All it’s going to need is the right ending, and Kurt looks well on his way to doing that.

The referee counts both men down at four before Noble rolls to his feet and pulls Chris up, supporting him as he whips him across the ring into the steel steps, dislodging them as Hart grimaces in pain. Noble lines him up and charges looking to connect with a Busaiku Knee Kick of his own and does – slamming it right into the head of Chris and sending his neck recoiling back into the steel ring post. Chris slumps down but manages to remain perched on the second step – seated but not responsive as the referee begins the count once again.

Noble: Chris … look at me!

Chris lifts his head up and stares right at Noble, their eyes connecting for a moment, before he lunges out at him with a sudden surge of energy that catches Noble off guard. Lefts and rights in a flurry turn the momentum in Chris’ favor as he forces Noble back up against the barricade separating the fans from the ring and with one huge lariat attempt looks to him over but Noble ducks under and when Chris turns around Noble catches him with a toe kick to the stomach and ducks underneath and scoops Chris up looking for another Mark of Nobility but Chris slips out the side and takes Noble down with an arm drag keeping the momentum in his favor as the crowd roars.

Hart: I’m looking at you now!

With his target finder locked on, Chris charges at Noble and this time connects with the lariat as Noble pulls himself up, flipping Noble before he crashes to the ground.

Harvey: LAAAARRRIIIIAAATTTTOOOOO!!!

Chase: What are you doing?

Harvey: I’ve always wanted to bust that out and if there was ever an occasion to do so, it was that. I don’t know how Chris managed to muster that much force after everything we’ve seen so far tonight.

Chris isn’t simply content with the lariat being enough however as he rips up a portion of the protective matting, exposing the concrete arena floor, and tosses it into the ring as the crowd roars. Pulling Noble up to his feet he sets him up for a Noble Neckbreaker onto the exposed floor but Noble fights against it and manages to reverse it and looks to hit a Noble Neckbreaker of his own but Chris blocks it, tucking his leg behind Noble and then spinning around himself and lifts Noble up and looks to connect with a uranage but Noble manages to float out the top. He looks for a toe kick to the gut but Chris catches his leg and immediately steps through and sweeps the far leg of Noble at the same time as he scissors him around right into a sharp shooter as the crowd roars in joy along with Noble’s roars of pain.

Hart: I told you I’d do whatever it takes Kurt. If you wanted to save me, if you wanted to prevent this happening you could have but you chose not to!

Noble roars in pain but there’s no recourse as he reaches under the ring apron, desperately looking for something to possibly break the hold.

Hart: You’re not walking out of here Kurt. Win or lose, tonight, you’re finished. I promised you that.

Noble: I won’t let you Chris. I have to win – not for me, for you.

Noble finally has managed to grab what he’s looking for, pulling a large pane of glass out from underneath the ring.

Noble: Look at yourself Chris! What do you see?

Chris looks down at the mirror for a moment before he relinquishes the Sharpshooter as the crowd lets forth an audible gasp and a relieved look appears on the face of Kurt Noble. Hart pauses for a moment before he turns around and offers Kurt his hand. Kurt takes it as Chris pulls him to his feet as he a murmur of confusion fills the arena as Chris pulls Noble tight.

Hart: I see the guy who’s going to put an end to Kurt Noble!

And with that, Chris shatters the mirror with the already bloodied face of Noble with a Hart Break as the crowd roars and Chris looks down at him, before looking up at the referee as he starts his count.

Hart: Save your breath.

Hart picks Noble up and pulls him to his feet and leans him up against the ring apron and ring post, supporting him on his feet as he slides under the ring apron and comes out with two fluorescent light tubes and begins to twirl them around for a moment with a smile on his face before he sets one down beside him as he grips the other with both hands.

Hart: This one’s from Amy!

Chris slams the light tube with all his might into the head of Kurt Noble, it shattering into thousands of pieces as he stumbles forward after the concussive impact but Chris steps in and holds him up for a moment as he looks at the carnage before he pushes him back into the same position and grabs the other light tube and twirls it, putting on a little show as the eyes of Kurt flutter open.

Noble: Look at yourself Chris … you’re becoming everything you’re trying to destroy.

Hart: I could never be you Kurt. I couldn’t turn my back on my friends.

And with that Chris looks to knock a second one out of the park as he swings from the heels but Noble, showing incredible courage and wherewithal simply ducks underneath as Chris misses, unable to adjust due to the amount of effort involved, and leaves himself vulnerable as Noble delivers a toe kick and quickly takes Hart down with a Noble Neckbreaker as the crowd can’t help but pop, both men on the canvas as the referee takes a moment before he springs to action.

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Noble: I know you Chris. I know you don’t want to do this either, that I forced you to do this, and so now I’m asking you to stop.

Chris doesn’t respond as the referee continues his count and Noble is simply unable to get to his feet.

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Noble: I don’t want to do this either Chris but you forced me to Chris. I’ve spent my entire life failing at trying to save people that didn’t need saving …

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Hart: And I’m one of them!

Hart stirs as he begins to pull himself up to his feet and with a groan Noble tries as well, both men having long sinced passed the limits of what would usually be humanly possible.

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Noble: Then how does this end?

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Hart: Simple … we destroy each other.

Both men reach their feet just before the referee’s count hits ten and the crowd roars as they each throw a right hand at the other, neither packing much wallop but at this point in the evening not needing too. The blows connect simultaneously and send each man stumbling back against the opposite ring posts.

Harvey: I really have no words to describe what we’re seeing.

Chase: Battle of the century.

The respect from Johnny Chase belies the accomplishments of the two gladiators this evening. Noble and Hart both come back to the center and Chris ducks a lazy right hand and scores with a knee to the gut before he throws Noble into the ring and follows him in as the action returns to the squared circle. Noble is up before Chris however and as Chris slides in, stomps on him before pulling him up to his feet and pushing him into the ropes and then firing him across the ring. Following him, Noble looks to connect with a lariat of his own on the rebound but Chris ducks it and stops on a dime. Noble turns around and narrowly avoids an overhead kick from a flipping Chris Hart, showing incredible athleticism this late in the match. Sticking the landing Noble pushes him against the rope and charges in and takes both men over with a clothesline as the action spills to the outside again.

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Both men take a few moments to roll to their feet but the referee’s count fails to his ten before both men are up and battling up the entrance ramp, going toe to toe until they reach the top and Noble takes advantage after ducking a blow from Chris and connects with a Mark of Nobility on the exposed steel, and takes a few moments to get to his feet after.

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Noble: Why Chris? Why do you have to destroy me, why do I have to destroy you?

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Noble: I just want things to go back to the way they were before Chris. I can’t change the past, I have to live with my mistakes … I don’t want you to have to live like I do Chris!

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Noble: I believe in myself Chris. I believe in my ability to better myself, to continue to learn from those mistakes. Stay down Chris, you’ve proven you’re point. You’ve done what you set out to do.

Chris begins to stir as Noble looks down at him as he shakes his head.

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Hart has himself up on one knee as the referee’s count hits eight.

Noble: What do I have to do to end this Chris?

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Hart: Amy!

With that Chris pushes himself up and unleashes a massive uppercut that connects straight with the jaw of Kurt Noble and prolongs the match as he beats the count of ten. He keeps the assault going on a careening Noble as he pushes him towards the edge of the stage, the crowd knowing full well his intentions as the anticipation builds. Another right hand knocks Noble to within two feet of the perilous twenty foot drop to the equipment below as he looks back and notices his proximity to the edge and noticeably gulps as Chris delivers another flying forearm knocking Noble back another foot as he teeters on the edge, before firing back with a blow of his own.

Chris takes a step back but returns with a feigned high kick that Noble looks to block, but Chris only spins around connecting with a reverse heel kick that doubles him over. Stepping up and pushing Noble back so his heels teeter on the edge of the precipice, Chris smiles to himself as he whispers in Noble’s ear.

Hart: What do you have to do to end this? Simply come along the ride!

Chris lifts Noble up and looks to send both of them plummeting off the edge but Noble blocks it, fighting with all his strength as he manages to come back down on the edge of the stage.

Noble: That solves nothing Chris – neither of us walk out of here.

Hart: That’s the point!

Again he tries and once again Noble’s resiliency is on show as he blocks it once more.

Noble: There’s no conclusion though Chris ... this has to end tonight, one way or another.

Hart: You’re right … enjoy the trip Kurt; you’re by yourself, just the way you like it!

With that Chris changes tactics and tries to simply shove Noble off the edge but Noble blocks it and in one swift motion grabs hold of Chris and leaps back towards the middle of the stage and sends him thundering down with a Hart Break of his own as the crowd roars again, slowly turning in favor of, or at least pro, Kurt Noble.

Noble: I’m not by myself Chris, not tonight; Robert, Rupert, Madea, Monkwood … Amy … And even you, you’re here fighting for me tonight Chris and I’m not going to let them down again. Never again Chris … and it’s all thanks to you.

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Chris shows no sign of moment as Kurt rolls to his feet and looks down at Hart.

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There’s still no sign of movement from Hart as the crowd begins to applaud, sensing the end of the match is nigh.

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The applause ends and a dejected look appears on Kurt’s face as Chris begins to stir, slowly pushing himself up onto his hands and knees.

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Up to one knee Chris turns and looks at Noble with pure malice in his eyes, his own move having been used against him, and prolonging the match and career of Kurt Noble.

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Hart: You can thank me later …

Chris gets to his feet and Kurt delivers a toe kick to the gut and grabs hold of Chris before sending him thundering down to the steel with a Noble Neckbreaker.

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Again, at the count of six Chris stirs as Noble looks at him and simply bows his head in resignation.

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Up to one knee Chris stares at Noble and lets forth a malicious smirk – replacing the usual cool, cocky demeanor by something almost other worldly.

Hart: Whatever you do Kurt, you can’t kill me … we’ve proven that time and time again. We both know how this ends.

Chris pushes himself up and again Noble connects with a toe kick and Chris doesn’t even attempt to block it. Once more Kurt puts him into position for another Noble Neckbreaker and looks to connect

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But doesn’t, as Chris spins out of the way and connects with a Noble Neckbreaker of his own on the steel entrance ramp. Hart looks down at Noble who’s unmoved as the referee begins to count Noble out this time.

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Hart: I promised her Kurt. I promised her I would do whatever it takes.

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Noble: I know … and I’m sorry. I can’t say it enough … believe me.

Noble stirs as he speaks pushing himself up as Chris looks down at him.

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Noble gets to his feet in the nick of time as Chris stares at him and simply shakes his head.

Hart: I’ll believe you when you stay down!

Chris grabs hold of Noble and flips over connecting with a Hart Break on the steel ramp as the crowd lets loose once more, showing no sign of fatiguing after nearly an hour and with the better portion of the show to go.

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Hart: STAY DOWN!!!

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Noble: I won’t!

Enraged, Chris grabs a hold of Noble, breaking the referee’s count before he can even get to his feet and begins dragging him back towards the ring.

Hart: Then I’ll take the decision out of your hands!

Noble: You can’t kill me either Chris. It simply won’t happen … no matter what you do.

Reaching the bottom of the entrance ramp Chris smiles as he turns and looks at Noble and eats a weak right hand for his trouble.

Hart: Really? I think I know just the trick.

Chris hits Noble with another Noble Neckbreaker sending him into the previously exposed concrete floor as his skull thuds sickeningly off of it. Noble doesn’t move as Chris ignores the referee’s count and pulls Noble up and tosses him into the ring before reaching under it and rooting around for a moment before coming out with a jerry can as the crowd goes hushed …

Harvey: No! He can’t be serious! This is going to far!

Chris removes the cap as he steps into the ring and begins to douse Noble in gasoline as Noble barely flinches at the acidic substance being poured upon him. The referee tries to grab Chris and stop him, but only eats a€ Noble Neckbreaker for his troubles … Chris seemingly having stolen Kurt’s finishing maneuver.

Chase: God damnit! Get someone out here!

Finished with the jerry can, Chris tosses it to the outside as he bends over and looks at Kurt Noble.

Hart: This is the end Kurt, of everything. You’ve burned so many people over the years, left them as a shell of their former selves.

Noble stirs as he looks up into the eyes of Chris.

Hart: It’s a shame it had to come to this Kurt. I never wanted to have to do this … but you’ve proven there’s no saving you, there’s no redemption, only destruction.

Noble: Chris …

Hart: I’m sorry Kurt … it has to be done. Like you said, for me, for you … for Amy.

Noble looks at Chris and bows his head … tears forming in his eyes as he looks up at a seeming merciless Chris Hart.

Noble: If you must.
Chris pulls out the matchbook as the crowd roars as he strikes it … but not at that as down the ramp comes Amy Noble,

Hart: Viva La Vida

Just as Chris looks to flick the match onto Kurt Noble, Amy slides into the ring and throws herself on top of Kurt Noble as Chris stops, catching himself in the nick of time as he looks at her.

Hart: Amy?

Immediately the cold, merciless eyes disappear as Chris looks at her – shaking her head.

Amy: Chris … please, don’t!

Chris: I have to!

Amy: No, you don’t. I don’t want this to happen Chris … look at him, listen to him.

Noble: Amy … go!

Amy: No!

Chris stares at them as Amy turns back to him from Noble.

Amy: It’s okay Chris. Look at him, listen to him …

Chris: Amy …

Amy: I don’t know what to say Chris. I don’t know how you’ve done this, how you managed to stay so strong through this.

Chris: Amy …

Amy: It’s ok … I know, Kurt knows. He’s finished Chris, thanks to you …

Chris: Let me make sure …

Amy: Not like this Chris.

Noble: I’m done, finished …

Chris: You always say that … I don’t believe you!

Amy: I do …

Amy’s words catch Chris off guard as he turns and stares at her, taking a moment to comprehend what he just said.

Amy: You don’t need the victory to have won tonight Chris.

Chris: But … Amy …

Amy: This was never about the wins and losses Chris, remember. It was about me, it was about saving Kurt. Don’t lose yourself Chris, you have so much … you’ve given us so much, more than we could ever expect, more than we could possibly repay.

Amy turns and looks at Kurt as he falls back against the canvas, barely able to sit up. Chris stares at the two before he looks at them and shakes his head

Hart: You’re wrong Amy …

Amy stares at him as tears start streaming down his face as she stares at him with a questioning look.

Hart: I have nothing …

Hart ducks out of the ring as the crowd stares confused as he makes his way up the entrance ramp.

Chase: This is the strangest thing I’ve seen in all my years in wrestling.

Harvey: It wasn’t a wrestling story Johnny … it never was with those two.

Reaching the top of the entrance ramp, Chris pauses for a moment as the crowd looks at him, waiting for him to look back at the ring but it never happens, instead he simply continues towards the back.

Chase: So who wins?

Harvey: I don’t think who won was important in this Johnny …
The camera cuts to the ring and a shot of Kurt Noble holding Amy tight and then to the back on a soft fade.

The arena doors open and in comes The Perfect Ten, Kaylyn James Evans making her way through the halls heading towards a lockerroom to prepare for her match later this evening. Keeping to herself she ignors everyone she passes, switching her bag from one side to the other, not missing a step. One of the crew members bumpss into her as she passed and she stops and glares at him.

KJE: "Watch where the hell you're going jackass!"

Rolling her eyes she groans before continuing on. The camera follows Kaylyn as she continues to walk, and the crowd grows loud as she passes an open door, where we see Meltdown's new General Manager, Sienna, sitting behind her desk, looking up at the camera with a bored expression and a smirk on her face. As Kaylyn passes the door, Sienna coyly calls after her.

Sienna: Pssssst, Kay!

The crowd boos as Kaylyn slows to a stop, perking an eyebrow at the familiar voice-- she stops and slowly takes a step back before turning her head towards the opened room.

KJE: "Well if it isn't Sienna Harrison. Here to look after your Perfect Megastar?"

Kay asked as she crosses her arms over her chest. The tone of her voice showed of distaste for Robina, and something else was mixed within it. Sienna smiles up at Kaylyn and beckons her inside.

Sienna: Monikers. Gimmicks. I didn't take you as the type to be jealous, Ms. Perfect Ten.

Kay laughs softly as she steps inside, dropping her bag against the wall.

KJE: "I didn't peg you to be the type that takes interest in someone then just tosses them to the side either. Guess we were both a little wrong there weren't we?"

Sienna's smile doesn't fade, and her eyes never leave Kaylyn.

Sienna: I didn't toss you anywhere. I got you drafted. I drafted you because I saw how good you were. Schmidt saw how good you were. That's why you're in a Tag Team Championship match tonight... Because you're damned good. And I... I don't think you should lose sight of that. I need you to win those titles. Best keep them where I can trust them. Hm?

She grins a bit and crosses her arms.

Sienna: And... Jealousy, Kaylyn, is a hell of a weapon if you use it the right way. Do you want coffee? I have coffee.

Without waiting for an answer, she politely pushes herself up from her desk and glides toward the coffee-maker.

Kay's fingers tapped along her arm as she watched Sienna get up and move. Shaking her attitude away as best she could Kay went and took a seat, crossing her legs as she leaned towards the side of the chair.

KJE: "I might have been drafted, but since being drafted, I haven't heard a damn word from you. After you told me I was drafted... you watched as Parker laid her hands on me and did nothing about it. Sure, I was no longer a Meltdown Megastar but it is your show. And as far as those titles go.."

Kaylyn laughs softly and runs a finger along her lower lip before speaking.

KJE: "You want those titles around Kane and my waists for a reason... we want them just as much as you want us to have them. I am sure there is a way we can make it happen."

Sienna freezes at the coffee maker when Kaylyn is done. She starts to turn toward her-- but stops. She goes back to finishing the coffee and then finally returns to the desk.

Sienna: Things have been chaotic. We invited you to come do commentary on our show-- is that not a "hello" enough, hm?

KJE: "You had me doing commentary with Parker by my side... it was hell, not a hello."

Sienna: Hahahahaha... God... DAMN you're clever. That's why I like you. You and Kane are going to win tonight, and I'm going to come out and watch you do it. Would that prove my loyalty?

KJE: "Don't make a promise you can't keep Sienna. Come out and watch... and make sure we leave with those titles around our waists. It's best for us, and you. That's one thing we have always been on the same page about. I am sure you have a few tricks up your sleeve still."

Sienna smiles at her for a while and laughs coyly once again.

Sienna: I'm the General Manager now, Kaylyn. Surely you can't expect me to-- to help you gain an unfair advantage. What do you take me for?

KJE: "I take you for a woman who knows what she wants, and someone who will do anything to make it happen."

Kaylyn smirked and pushed off the chair she was seated in and walked over to Sienna before whispering something that wasn't heard by the camera. Backing up she raised a brow.

KJE: "We have a deal Sienna?"

Sienna: I promise... That I'll look out for you.

Sienna smirks up at Kaylyn and arches an eyebrow. It's unclear what she's thinking-- and unclear what she said in the first place. She doesn't say anything, but extends her hand out to Kaylyn for her to shake.

The smirk on Kaylyn's face grew as she extended her own hand and made a deal with the devil as most would say.

KJE: "Glad we see eye to eye still."

Sienna smiles again and gives a gentle nod to Kaylyn.

Sienna: See you guys out there.

Kaylyn smiles softly before turning and walking towards the door. Stopping to grab her bag she tossed it over her shoulder before glancing back at Sienna.

KJE: "Glad we could have this chat."

With that she walks out the door, head held high, and a huge smile on her face. Sienna narrows her eyes at the doorway for a moment and then reaches for her cell phone to make a call-- but stops as someone else enters the room.

The crowd boos as Evan Envi strolls into the room, looking around at Sienna's office. He smirks and looks down at her.

Evan: Cute office.

Sienna: ...Yeah.

Evan: You're welcome. This could all easily have been Mark Mania's... So you're welcome.

The crowd boos and Sienna sighs and nods slowly.

Sienna: Good luck tonight against Mark. Honestly.

Evan looks at his sister in silence for a moment and then scoffs.

Evan: Yeah.

He turns and walks out of the office, closing the door behind him, and we fade to black.


The scene opens backstage in a HUGE luxury box where we see Felipe Deloren, the Lewinter Sisters, Sam Strachon, Olivia Munn, and of course Level One and Terry Marvin sitting around hyping up for their match.

Olivia: WOW! This place is amazing. I have never seen anything this electric.

Felipe: I’m so glad your amused, now can we focus at the tasks at hand instead of being star struck little school girls.

Olivia glares at him.

Olivia: Jeez, somebody‘s in serious need of some bedroom gymnastics.

Felipe ignores her and looks at Level One.

Felipe: This is the most important night in the existence of the Sindicate. What happens today defines the rest of our year. After all, we don‘t want another debacle like we had last year right Lester?

Lester glares at Felipe and is about to say something when he’s cut off.

Terry Marvin: CAN IT DELOREN! I’m sick and tired of you pushing all of our problems off on Level One. NOBODY does more for the Sindicate than he does. He’s ready for Biggs. Just look into his eyes… you see that fire re-lit.

Terry truns away from Felipe and doesn’t meet the gaze of Level One who flashes a smile.

Sam Strachon: They’re ready Felipe. With me in their corners, there’s not a damn thing they can’t accomplish. Level One is going to show Biggs why he’s the epitome of APW! He’s going to squash this beef once and for all isn’t that right big man?

They all look at Level One now as he sits there looking down and preparing himself mentally. He glances up.

Level One: One Year! That‘s how long I‘ve been waiting to erase the humiliation of last year. That‘s how long I‘ve been waiting to have my REAL Rasslemania Moment. At the end of last year‘s show, I felt depleted, destroyed. I hated that feeling, so much that I wanted to cut it out of my soul. I’ve been waiting one year to replace that feeling, to erase it completely!

He pauses for a second and smiles.

Level One: And now, with Biggs standing face to face with me representing everything I’ve ever hated about APW, I couldn’t think of a better time to wipe the slate clean. Biggs is going to be more than just a shell of his former self. I’m going to cripple him. I’m going to erase his legacy. I’m going to make him wish he’d NEVER been born. And then I’m going to flush him down the drain with the rest of the SHIT where he belongs. And then the scar of last year will be forever removed, and I’ll be ready!!!

He just smiles as Terry pats him on the back and the Lewinter sisters smile as well.

Sam Strachon: See, I told you, you have nothing to worry about.

Felipe: That‘s all well and good, but that‘s the LEAST of my worries. We have a chance to LOSE the Overdrive Championship.

Terry raises his hand in front of Felipe’s face.

Terry Marvin: Every single thing you’ve asked of me, I’ve done! Every time I had a goal, I met it. I have never EVER let you down, so what the fuck is the deal with casting doubt on me now. CJ Gates and I have history, personal history. Tonight, we’re going to exercise a little bit of family therapy in that ring… for 60 minutes! When all is said and done, I’ll still be holding my head tall, and you don’t have to worry your pretty little mind about this title! It’s coming home safe and sound.

Terry smirks as he looks to Sam who nods and pats him on the shoulder.

Terry Marvin: This is what I do gentlemen. This is what I live for. The big matches pop up and I rise to the top. NOBODY in this world can beat my ‘A‘ game. Nobody in the world can beat me when I‘m on. And trust me when I say this, as I use the past year of excellence as my witness, I have never been more on. CJ Gates is entering the Dragon‘s Den looking to slay a monster. By the end of the night, I‘ll have him falling on his own sword.

They all smile as Terry steps between them.


Terry Marvin: REMEMBER THIS MOMENT! We are the Kings, and queens, of APW. This is our moment, this is our time. This is OUR Rasslemania. Ladies and Gentlemen, I‘ve had the time of my life moving mountains with you. Now let‘s go break through some more walls. Let‘s go make some more magic. Long LIVE the SINDICATE.

The cheers erupt in the room as the scene fades to black.

[glow=white,4,600]Moonlight is about to transform some people into strange creatures To drive others mad! Hola supro llando llenda... One small step for man, one gaint leap for... Does the moon actually possess such strange powers? Or is it all just lunacy?[/glow]

The Toronto crowd starts to jeer as Slade's opening begins. When the static from the song begins everything goes dark. An explosion rips across the entry way leaving a ring of blue and green flames center stage.

Tony: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is a Buried Alive Match. Making his way to the ring at this time. From Dallas, Texas weighing in at 215 lbs, Slade “The Main Man,” Craven!

Craven rises from inside the circle, a platform raising him up as the crowd continues to boo. The camera's pan across the arena showing the various anti-Slade Craven signs. The it focuses on the pile of dirt beside the stage. The hole is deep and dark and parked beside the hill is a bulldozer full of more dirt to be dumped on the grave. A nice wood coffin rests beside the open grave.

Harvey: This is one of the cruelest matches conceived.

Chase: Thats why Slade picked it.

Harvey: He has to be crazy.

Slade steps over the flames and begins to walk down the ramp. His black ring jeans with green flames embroidered on the leggings move like fire as he sprints to a run and slides under the bottom rope. Craven takes a moment to climb the turnbuckle and bask in the crowd's hatred as he rolls his shoulders letting his leather jacket slide down his arms. He spins and jumps down to the center ring and takes off his sunglasses. Slade is ready to fight. Next Cristina's voice is heard screaming:

[shadow=purple,right,1200]"I Awake from Madness, One More Time!"[/shadow]

Lighting bursts across the titantron. Two explosions rip across the stage and then Shadow emerges from behind the curtain. The arena crowd is on their feet, cheering. The camera color scheme has shifted to black and white; Shadow slowly walks down the ramp with purpose.

Tony: And his opponent from Denton, Texas. Standing at six foot eleven, weighing in at two hundred and ninety nine pounds, Shadow!

Harvey: Shadow wants to end this feud for good.

Chase: So does Slade.

The Usher of Darkness wears his leather duster and strides through the fog that billows at his knees. Lighting continues to flash on the screens behind him and more fireworks explode as he marches toward the ring. While making his way around the ring, Shadow shakes hands with the kids, the fans who are there and even pose for a picture with one lucky person. He turns after circling the ring and pulls himself up and over the top rope. Inside Shadow raises one arm high as the two corners behind him burst with flames. The color returns to normal as the fans cheer wildly. He turns to Slade as the bell rings.

Shadow doesn't wait for the bell to finish he barrels toward Slade throwing a clothesline but "The Main Man" ducks the attack and as Shadow spins around Slade goes for a Cliq Kick! Shadow moves his head to the side bounces off the ropes and raises his Boot high! Slade rolls under spring boards off the rope and turns in mid air just as Shadow catches Slade with a huge spear! The fans roar with approval!

Chase: Jeez what kind of monster is he?

Harvey: A stunning show of brutality from Shadow to open this match. Slade called him an animal, and Shadow is showing him how dangerous a wild animal can be.

Shadow powers up to his feet before Slade finishes bouncing off the mat and begins to stomp away at his former tag team partner. Shadow reaches down and grabs Slade, hauling him to his feet and then delivers two body shows followed by an European uppercut knocking Slade back into the ropes. He shoots "The Main Man" off. Craven again ducks the clothesline on the return, and again with the back elbow but Shadow catches Slade with a big powerslam! The crowd is chanting for Shadow as he pops back to his feet and bellows. Slade rolls on the mat and starts to scurry toward the nearest corner.

Chase: Come on Slade!

Harvey: "The Main Man" is really taking a beating in this opening. Shadow is showing his former tag team partner exactly who he is dealing with.

Chase: Slade has a plan, just you watch and wait.

Harvey: Getting your ass kicked is not a great strategy.

Shadow rushes in and brings his big boot down on Slade before Craven can pull himself up. "The Main Man" covers his head with his arms and curls up as Shadow doesn't let up his relentless assault.

Chase: This is just humiliating.

Harvey: I thought you said he had a plan?

Without a moment's hesitiation Shadow grabs Slade and drags him to the center of the ring. Before Shadow can deliver another move, Slade swings his foot up kicking Shadow in the head. Still that doesn't stop the giant. Shadow drops and elbow right on Slade's chest. He jumps and and drives down with a second. Slade clutches his chest in pain but Shadow just slaps Slade's hands away and hammers a third into Slade's sterum. Next Shadow locks his finger's around Slade's throat and begins the choke.

Harvey: There is nothing the referee can do. This match is no holds barred.

Slade struggles but the ring official doesn't do anything. Finally Slade rakes Shadow's eyes but to no avail. Slade goes to gouge Shadow's eyes with a thumb but Shadows long arm let him pull back out of Slade's reach. He pulls Slade up by the neck now Slade delivers a knee to the ribs. Craven hits another and a third. Shadow finally drops Slade as "The Main Man" backs off and goes for a dropkick but Shadow sidesteps, grabs Slade and turns it into a slam!

Harvey: Just a nonstop explosion of power from Shadow.

Slade finally rolls out of the ring as Shadow just stands there triumphantly.

Chase: What are you doing Slade?

Craven holds himself as Shadow gets out of the ring. "The Main Man" pulls himself up just as Shadow gets to the floor. Slade grabs Shadow by the hemline of his pants and pulls Shadow forward face first into the ringpost!

Harvey: There's still life in the old boy yet!

Chase: I told you he had a plan.

Harvey: But can he capitalize after that onslaught?

Slade rolls away as Shadow staggers around. Craven leaps up onto the barricade, runs across it as Shadow turns, leaps and hits the CraveNation!

Chase: You tell me?

Shadow doesn't s take long to get to his feet as Slade kicks Shadow in the gut and drives a forearm into his back. But Shadow just stands up. Slade punches Shadow in the face, nothing. Slade swings again and Shadow just stares. Third punch and Shadow catches it! Slade throws a left and Shadow catches that too. Shadow headbutts Slade! Craven falls back to the floor as Shadow just shakes his head once. Slade flops around on the floor and grabs the ring apron to pull himself up. Shadow just stalks Slade then drives a forearm into the small of "The Main Man's" back.

Harvey: Slade looked to be making a comeback but Shadow cutting him off at the pass.

Slade howls in pain. He pulls himself back into the ring. Shadow climbs up on the apron as Slade suddenly jumps up grabs Shadow by the hair and pulls his head forward guillotining Shadow across the top rope. Shadow sails off the apron and back to the floor as the crowd begins to jeer.

Chase: That quick thinking and ingenuity is what Slade never taught Shadow. Slade can pull something out of nothing. No matter what Shadow does, "The Main Man" always finds a way.

Slade takes a moment to get up. Shadow is already pull himself up on the barricade. Craven looks at Shadow then the booing crowd. Slade hits the opposite ropes and takes flight on the return. Slade sails over the top rope and hits the splash! Both men crumble at ringside. Even though the crowd hates Slade they cheer for the move.

Harvey: Like him or hate him, you weren't wrong Chase. Slade is a master of the unorthodox and spur of the moment shockers.

Chase: That's why Slade Craven is a Hall of Famer, Harvey. Slade never says die.

Harvey: Shadow is too mind you.

Chase: If it wasn't for Slade Craven, Shadow wouldn't even be here. He owes Slade everything!

Harvey: Shadow and these people think differently.

Craven is the first on to his feet. He flips up the ring apron and begins pulling out toys for the match.

Harvey: And now things are getting dangerous.

Chase: Look at all those wonderful weapons. Slade is going for the equalizers.

Slade tosses a steel chair into the ring. Then he throws a trash can over the top rope. Next Slade pulls out a cane and breaks it across Shadow's back. The big man shows his first real signs of pain as he winces and drops back to all fours. Slade kicks Shadow in the gut hard making the big man roll into the barricade as Slade goes back under the apron.

Chase: Slade can't match Shadow's power, and there is no way Shadow could ever be faster than "The Main Man." With the weapons on hand Slade may now have the edge.

With a ladder in hand Slade raises it high and slams it down on Shadow's stomach. Craven slides under the ring and sets the ladder up in the corner. Shadow gets back to his feet as Slade slides down to his a baseball slide but Shadow steps aside and grabs Slade's right leg and slams it into the ring apron. Craven rolls back to the center of the ring holding his knee.

Harvey: What a counter out of nowhere!

Shadow slides under the bottom rope and grabs the steel chair before getting up. Slade pulls himself up by the ropes. Shadow brings the chair down but Slade catches it. Both men struggle for a moment before Shadow kicks Slade in the gut making him let go. Next Shadow drives the top of the chair into Slade gut. He grabs Slade by the back of the head and pulls "The Main Man" upright. Shadow holds the chair as the fans cheer.

Harvey: He nearly cleaved Slade's head off!

Chase: Good Lord, Slade may have had his trechea clamped shut with that attack!

He drives Slade throat first across the top of the chair and Slade grabs his neck in pain writing around on the mat. Shadow tosses the chair away and grabs the trash can.

Harvey: And now he plans to take out the trash. No wait, he's compacting it.

Chase: Not funny, Harvey.

The sound of the aluminum trash can crushing against Slade's flesh are barely audible over the screaming crowd. Slade tries to pull himself away from the onslaught but Shadow just deforms the metal around Slade's body. He tosses the can aside as Slade reaches the corner with the ladder. Craven uses the rungs to pull himself up.

Harvey: Slade is in a dangerous place here.

Shadow just smiles as Slade turns around. Shadow starts with the barrage of fists. But Slade ducks the fourth. Shadow punches through the rungs and pulls the ladder out of ther corner around his arm. Craven leaps up and lands the dropkick on the ladder kicking it into Shadows face sandwiching the big man between the corner and the ladder. Slade rolls backwards and to his feet, charges and splashes the ladder. Shadow staggers out of the corner as again Slade hits the ropes and this time bulldogs Shadow onto the steel chair. The crowd turns ugly.

Chase: And the surprise counter from Slade. He never ceases to amaze me.

Slade looks a little weary as he gets back to his feet. Shadow lays on his back as Slade lays the ladder across him. Slade grabs the chair and climbs to the top rope.

Harvey: Is he crazy?

Chase: The fact that you have to ask that question proves how little you know Slade Craven. He's airbourne!

Craven hits the leg drop with the chair under his ass across the steel ladder right on top of Shadow. "The Main Man" rolls away holding his tailbone as Shadow just convulses on the canvas. Slade is back to his feet first as Shadow rolls onto his stomach. He starts to push himself off the mat as Slade slams the chair across Shadow's spine with a loud crash.

Harvey: What a sick sound that steel made.

Shadow starts to push himself off the mat again. Slade delivers another chair shot.

Chase: Stay down you behemoth!

He doesn't stay down. Shadow starts to push himself up again!

Harvey: Shades of the Last Man Standing match from One Night in Hell.

Slade hits a third chair shot but this time Shadow fights through the pain. He keeps his head down giving Slade the back as a target. "The Main Man" takes the bait and hits a fourth chair shot. Shadow stands up right gritting his teeth in pain. Slade has a surprised look on his face as Shadow stumbles away. Slade swings the chair and Shadow drops to his ass, the chair bounces off the top rope and Slade's eyes get wide just as the chair smacks Craven in the face. The fans cheer wildly as Slade stumbles for a second turns to the center ring, chair still in hand. Slade falls forward face first on the chair, both men stay down.

Harvey: Oh that wasn't pretty!

Chase: Slade went to the well one too many times there, I have to admit it.

The chanting crowd are pulling for Shadow to get up first. He grabs the middle rope and starts to climb back up. Slade finally shows signs of life.

SHADOW... SHADOW... SHADOW!

The crowd is deafening. Shadow is back on his feet as Slade is almost there too. Shadow suddenly fired forward and hits the Big Boot! Craven is flatlined!

Harvey: Big Boot! Shadow just took Slade's head off!

Shadow stays standing. Craven lays on the mat, arms and legs out stretched as Shadow raises his arm high. He reaches down and grabs Slade pull "The Main Man" up. He lifts Slade in the air for a body press.

Chase: Now he's just showing off.

Shadow paces around the ring benching Slade. The crowd counts...

1...

2...

3...

4...

5...

6...

7...

8...

9...

10!!!!

He turns to the ramp and pushes Slade off one more time, but Slade grabs the top rope and holds on. The crowd is stunned as Slade climbs back to the ring apron but Shadow just smiles and plants a Spartan Kick right square on Slade sterum sending "The Main Man" flying backwards. Without a barricade to collide against Slade just flies back about ten feet and crashes on the steel. The sickening sound of steel fusing to flesh fills the arena again as Slade lets out a howl of pain.

Harvey: Did you see that hangtime? Slade looked like a rocket being fired from the ring apron!

Chase: That move is totally uncalled for, how have they not made that move illegal?

Harvey: Why don't you call President Jeff and explain it to him then cause I don't see what you're talking about.

Shadow stands tall in the ring. He begins to ellicit a response from each section, holding his hand to his ear. He points at the corner they beg for him to do it. Then Shadow gets a huge idea he grabs the ladder and sets it up.

Harvey: Oh this can't be good.

Chase: He's insane!

Outside the ring, Slade tries to regain consciousness. He slowly, ever so slowly begins geting up. Shadow starts to climb the ladder inside the ring. The fans are pleading for it, they need it.

Harvey: Shadow don't do it!

Chase: He's going to kill Slade, or himself!

Harvey: Shadow you need to rethink this. Shadow dont'!

Slade stands up and turns to the ring Shadow jumps and leans his head back.

Chase: Dear God in Heaven!

Harvey: I can't watch!

The huge nearly three hundred pound Shadow pancakes Slade with a Shadow-sault from over twenty feet in the air!. Slade is nearly driven through the ramp from the impact. Shadow doesn't move after landing the attack.

Harvey: We're going to need some medical help down here!

Chase: Slade looks like he was crushed under a steamroller!

After about sixty seconds of stillness both men barely move, Shadow first. Slade doesn't show any signs of life. Shadow gets up and staggers to catch his breath.

Harvey: How is he able to move?

Slade still lays there as Shadow reaches down and grabs Slade, he helps Craven back to his feet and grabs Slade by the back of the head to walk him up the ramp.

Chase: Slade, wake up! Come on Slade!

Out of nowhere Craven slings his hand up, breaking Shadow's grip, Shadow turns back to Slade, Cliq Kick!

Chase: YES!

Harvey: Where did that come from?

Slade crawls to the barricade and gets back to his feet first just as Shadow suddenly sits up. The fans cheer. Slade is quick to attack, grabbing a handful of coaxle cable and wrapping it around Shadow's neck. The big man tries to pull the cable away, he acts like he will rip it in half.

Chase: Stop joking around Shadow, there's no way even you could break that cable.

Shadow works his way to his feet as Slade continues to try and choke him. Craven leaps on Shadow's back and wrenches the cable back. Shadow just falls backwards as Slade realizes the mistake! The fans come back to life as they hit the ramp with another metallic crash. Slade lets go of the cable and the color starts to return to Shadow's face. He works his way to his feet again as Slade coughs up blood.

Harvey: Slade may have interal injuries.

Chase: Probably from that suicidal Shadow-Sault.

Both men can barely get back to their feet. Shadow works his way up first. Slade is a close second. Shadow grabs Slade but Craven counters with an elbow to the gut. Shadow stills holds "The Main Man." Slade goes for a second, but Shadow whips Slade up back up by the back of the neck and slams him face first to the ground. Slade bounces off the steel grating. Shadow glares down at his former tag partner. Slade begins to crawl away. Shadow stands over him as Slade crawls up the ramp.

Harvey: Shadow is stalking "The Main Man."

Shadow stomps Slade in the shoulderblade. Craven reaches out and grips the grating trying to crawl away but Shadow is still looming over his prey. He reaches down and drags Slade back to his feet. He sets Slade up for it and pulls Slade into the powerbomb crucifix position. Slade wriggles and fights it as Shadow turns toward the side of the stage he walks to the edge of the top of the ramp. Slade brings his foot up and heel down into Shadow's back. Shadow drops Slade as "The Main Man" lands on his feet, Craven reaches back, grabs Shadow by the back of the head and delivers a neckbreaker!

Chase: Slade again with the big move out of nowhere. He will never quit.

Both men again peel themselves off the ground Slade goes for another Cliq Kick as Shadow teeters on the edge, but he grabs Slade's heel and spins "The Main Man," Craven turns it into a spinning roundhouse kick to the face. Shadow spins around one foot off the stage. Slade leaps up and over Shadow hitting the Throwback pulling Shadow off the stage as both men plummet to the ground below!

Chase: Oh no!

Harvey: This match has finally gotten to the gravesite! We could be in the last moments!

Craven is the first man to his feet. He uses the hill of dirt to get up. Shadow grabs the stage and slowly works his way up. Craven comes in with a hard right hand to the face. Next punch lands square on Shadow's jaw. Slade reaches down and grabs an equipment box. He smashes it against Shadow's head taking the big man down.

Harvey: Slade is a master of those improvizational weapons. He will use anything he can get his hands on.

Chase: Shadow can only think with his fists. I bet he has no idea where they even are right now.

Slade grins sadistically as he pulls Shadow up and hits a suplex, but instead of crashing flat agains tthe gorund Slade suplexes Shadow into the mound of earth making him land at an odd angle and roll back down to the floor. Shadow is struggling to get up as Slade grabs him and goes for a belly to back suplex. But Shadow hits a elbow to Slade face. Craven turns and grabs some dirt as Shadow goes to grab Slade, Craven slings to dirt into Shadow's eyes. The big man grabs his eyes, vision impaired. Slade runs up the hill and springs off it hitting a Whisper in the Wind on Shadow! The crowd dismayed at Slade's comeback.

Harvey: Despite a difficult start Slade has managed to turn this match back around.

Slade gets back up quickly, trying to beat Shadow to his feet. Shadow stumbles up as Slade goes for an armdrag to pull Shadow back onto the hill. Shadow rolls along the pile of dirt as Slade grabs Shadow and drives a knee into his back pulling back on Shadow's hair. Shadow wretches in pain as Slade wrenches the move in.

Chase: He's smart, Harvey. He knows that he has to wear Shadow down. He made Shadow burn through most his energy in the start of the match. Now Slade can really break him.

Craven lets go and pulls Shadow up he drags Shadow to the coffin slamming him face first inot the wood lid. Slade goes for it again but this time Shadow blocks it. He hits Slade in the ribs and returns the favor! The fans are cheering. Shadow opens the lid and them slams it on Slade's hands! Craven grabs his hands in pain unable to think. Shadow opens the lid of the coffin again. We see blood dripping down Shadow's face and onto the fabric interior of the coffin. "The Main Man" tries to kick Shadow in the gut but Shadow "X" blocks the move. He grabs Slade and hits a snap suplex on "The Main Man" driving Slade's back into the dirt. Craven rolls onto his stomach as Shadow grabs Slade and tries to stuff him into the coffin. But Slade fights back pushing against the edge to resist. Again Shadow goes to slam the lib but Slade moves his hands!

Chase: Quick thinking there!

Harvey: Shadow trying to hinder the use of Slade's hand. That would really put Craven at a disadvantage.

Craven dropkicks Shadow's knee bringing the big man to one. Slade gets up and grabs Shadow's head and opens the coffin quickly smacking it into Shadow's face as he does, more blood trickles down the big man's face. Slade rolls Shadow into the coffin and goes to slam the lid but Shadow puts his hand up. He grabs Slade by the throat and fromt he camera abgle it looks like something straight out of a horror movie. Slade beguns punching Shadow but the big man just sits up taking each one. Slade tries to break free but Shadow seizes his grip tightly and climbs out of the coffin. He lifts Slade high in the air as the fans cheer. Slade kicks Shadow once, then twice but Shadow just chokeslams Slade directly into the grave!

Harvey: My God!

Chase: NO!

Shadow turns and grabs the coffin lifting it high into the air and military presses it once before dropping it into the hole!

Chase: Look out!

The fans are cheering as there is no sign of life from the grave Shadow walks over and throws the level dumping the bulldozer's load of soil on top of the grave. The referee calls for the bell!

DING DING DING

Winner: Shadow

The fans are cheering wilding as Trip the Darkness begins to play. The referee raises Shadow's hand in victory as Shadow stands, king of the hill. He nods, bloody from the brutality. But he is triumphant. Shadow slowly makes his way down the hill as the fans continue to cheer. The camera pans to Slade's grave as Shadow goes celebrates his win over "The Main Man."

Harvey: Slade fought valiantly but regardless of strategy he couldn't match Shadow's raw power.

Chase: Some one get some help out here! Slade could suffocate down there!

Harvey: I have word that EMTs are en route!

Chase: EMTs? We need some gravediggers

Shadow doesn't leave the ramp as the crowd continues to cheer the battle finally over. Again the camera cuts back to the pile of dirt as Slade is left under the earth. Then back to Shadow who relishes his victory over his former partner before fading to....

[President Jeff]

We're backstage once more and we're following the World Heavyweight Champion, Keaton Saint. Saint continues walking down a corridor muttering something to himself and counting numbers in his left hand in what appears to be an attempt to memorise something. Saint shakes his head slightly and continues to whatever destination he plans to reach when a noise in the distance makes him stand to attention.

Voice: Oh when the SAINTS MARCH!

Keaton Saint: Who's there?

Voice: I've not changed that much... have I now?

Keaton Saint: I can't answer that unless you show your face.

Voice: Why would I do that?

The voice comes into view, revealing himself as the deranged individual now known as Reaver.

Reaver: After all... I'm just a guy in a MASK!

Reaver inches closer to Saint who is showing signs of trepidation.

Keaton Saint: Even you know that I'm not your opponent tonight.

Reaver: Of course, if I thought you were then maybe I would be a bit CRAZY or something.

Keaton Saint: I don't need this, I still remember when you punched me in the neck John--

Reaver: DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT?!

Saint smirks as he realises he's touched a nerve.

Keaton Saint: You want to get too close for my comfort? Then expect me to get too close for yours.

Reaver: No no no Sainty boy, you're missing the wonderful sights and sounds that I can take in now. Stay as bland as you are because I have BRANDED myself into something beyond your simple vision. Your boy TJ has NO IDEA of what he is about to face, you fear it as well.

Keaton Saint: But he carries on, I'm not even sure what happened to you.

Reaver: I woke up Saint, I woke up. You're still sleeping... Yes you are.

Reaver goes to lie down on the floor in a foetal position.

Reaver: This is you right now.

Keaton Saint: I'm standing up.

Reaver: How do you know until you try to stand up... Maybe you're wrong and you always have been, I mean how HARD did Mikey hit you anyhow?

Keaton Saint: Not hard enough that I have to settle for dealing with you lying on the goddamn ground like an idiot.

Reaver: Call me an idiot! But what happens when your little pet project has to face ME!

Keaton Saint: He beats you, your tactics aren't enough. With or without your mask.

Reaver immediately gets to his feet and gets right in Saint's face.

Reaver: Do YOU want to put that to the TEST?!

Keaton Saint: You think I'm going to back down? It won't happen.

Reaver: Maybe I can get some pliers... I THINK I have some spare ones that I wanted to use on your boy, that thieving TJ!

Keaton Saint: As twisted as you want to come across, you're just plain wrong.

Reaver: You're telling me! TJ stole from me, and now I get to take him to JUSTICE!

Keaton Saint: Not if he knocks you out first.

Reaver: THAT will NEVER happen, much like you wouldn't be able to stop me if I checked your teeth for daily flossing.

Keaton Saint: You'd have to pull it out first.

Reaver reaches into a pocket.

Reaver: I THINK I might have a spare on me.

Voice: Hey!

Reaver smiles and turns to face the source of the new voice, it turns out to be the challenger for the Undisputed Championship and the man who could close out Rasslemania as a champion, C.J. Gates.

Keaton Saint: I don't think you want to take anything out of that pocket.

Reaver: I could, I really COULD... But I have nothing in it!

Keaton Saint: So all this posturing was for what?

Reaver: Tell your boy, I'm coming for what's mine. Tell him I'm going to MARCH right in and TAKE it back!

Reaver bounds away in glee, leaving a confused Saint facing a man who could be considered his saviour of the evening.

Keaton Saint: I swear I don't even know what would have happened if you didn't show up.

C.J. Gates: Don't worry about it.

Keaton Saint: tonight has just been weird.

C.J. Gates: Of course, we're on the biggest show of the year.

Keaton Saint: I know that but...

Saint sighs.

Keaton Saint: Look, you know what I mean.

C.J. Gates: Ha ha, I know. I'm feeling the same way about having the chance to finally be the one to put an end to Terry Marvin.

Keaton Saint: You can do it as well, you might be the only one who can.

C.J. Gates: That's what I have to believe if I'm going to beat him. Got any advice from your match last year?

Keaton Saint: Aside from watching out for crooked refs?

C.J. Gates: I'm being deadly serious.

Keaton Saint: Since when did I become a mentor for you, it should be the other way round.

C.J. Gates: Maybe, but you've got the experience here that I can't claim to have. You fought him at this very event, you took Terry Marvin on and you brought him to the absolute edge.

Keaton Saint: I'd say I took him just over it.

C.J. Gates: Exactly, you might know something that I can use to pin him for the Undisputed title.

Keaton Saint: I wish it was that easy.

C.J. Gates: We wouldn't be here if it was easy.

Keaton Saint: You're right. All I can say is you're at the right moment to do what has to be done, if there's even a single thread that connects Marvin to last year then you've got a chance to use it against him. Remind him what it took to take me on and then tell him in your own way that you're above that standard.

C.J. Gates: I'll take that on board.

Keaton Saint: As long as you fight him in your way.

C.J. Gates: The same goes for you and Michael Callahan.

Keaton Saint: Yeah, I was about to go do something about that.

C.J. Gates: I won't stop you , but one thing before you go.

Keaton Saint: Yeah?

C.J. Gates: That title looks good on you, don't lose it.

Keaton Saint: I don't plan to.

Tony Ferrari: The Following Contest is for the APW TAP OUT CHAMPIONSHIP and will be contested under Anything Goes Tap out Rules!

"My Own Hell" by Five Finger Death Punch plays. After a few seconds, Reaver darts out and grabs the dreads on his mask. He goes to the top of the ramp and stares at the crowd. He goes back behind the curtain and pulls out a Dumpster. Inside the dumpster, full to the brim, are all kinds of weapons and “toys“. He wheels it down to the ring before climbing up and grabbing a trash can lid out of the top of it. He heads to the back of the ring and sits in the corner rocking back and forth before standing up; hops around in the corner with a stern focused look ready to attack, hands clasped on that trash can lid.

Tony Ferrari: Making his way down to the ring first from the Bronx in New York he is the challenger…. REAVER!

Nails: Well, things just got “interesting” to say the least. Reaver has been caught in a bit of an identity crisis to say the least and recently has lost his bloody mind!

Becket: He is just sick and tired of being the stomping mat of APW! People treat him like he’s nothing when in reality, he’s the MOST DANGEROUS MAN in wrestling! And he‘s going to prove that tonight.

Nails: He‘s certainly starting things off with a bang by bringing those weapons down. This certainly won‘t be like any Tap Out Title match we‘ve ever seen.

Becket: Seems like the remnents of the Fans Bring the Weapons match in that dumpster right now. This is Reaver’s element tonight Nails… and TJ is WAY out of his!

The lights go out and LL Cool J tells the fans to "Come On". Red and White light go throughout the arena as the opening cords of the crowd chants the "ahhhAhhhhAHAH" of the song. As the lyrics of "Mama Said Knock You Out" begin, TJ comes out with the (Title Name) Championship over his shoulder and the lights come back on as the red lights still flash. TJ grabs the title and looks at it, raises it into the air, getting a roar of cheers from the fans. He then places it on the ground in front of him and he leans back and roars. He picks him his title and puts it back over his shoulder then walks down to the ring, high fiving the fans along the ramp before entering the ring over the top rope. He walks over to the far corner and climbs it. TJ holds the title belt up in the air by the strap and beats his chest with the free arm.

Tony Ferrari: And his opponent from Philadelphia Pennsylvania, he is the APW Tap Out Champion…. THE SOUL OF PHILLY TEEEEEEJAAAAAAAAYY!

Nails: How impressive has TJ become during his Tap Out title reign. He‘s knocked more guys out than Mike Tyson.

Becket: I do believe your facts are a little off there Nails. But I will admit that TJ‘s style certainly has spiced up the title!

Nails: He told Reaver that he was a fraud. He told Reaver that HE was the most dangerous man in APW. And Reaver took exception.

Becket: TONIGHT, All will be settled, and this will be one of the most brutal matches in the history of APW!

Reaver charges right at TJ with the trash can Lid. TJ ducks and catches Reaver with a big Boot to the Trash lid indo his face sending him down to the mat. He stalks over to TJ, but Reaver hit’s a kick to his gut from the ground. He crashes the Lid down over TJ’s head, but TJ just shakes it off and screams at Reaver to hit him again. Reaver obliges but TJ grabs the lid and HURLS it out of the ring like a Frisbee into the crowd. The crowd cheers loudly as TJ charges into Reaver. But Reaver sees it coming and ducks down lifting TJ up and over the top rope with a back body drop. TJ flies into that Dumpster of weapons with a loud CRASHING sound!

Nails: OUCH! Who knows what kind of evils are tearing at the skin of TJ.

Becket: And I don‘t think Reaver‘s done yet!

TJ manages to fight his way up to the surface of the Dumpster, but as he looks back up to the ring he sees Reaver running full speed and diving over the top rope landing on TJ in that dumpster! Another loud clash is heard as shards of broken weapons and debris fly out of the dumpster!

Nails: Reaver trying to show that he is in fact the most Dangerous man in APW. He‘s showing no regard for his body, and is willing to do ANYTHING to win this title.

In the dumpster now Reaver has grabed a broken old Rotery Telephone and smashes it over the head of TJ smashing it to bits. He then stands on the Edge of the Dumpster and pulls TJ up to the one shut Lid. He hooks him up and SUPLEXES THEM BOTH OUT OF THE DUMPSTER TO THE FLOOR!

Becket: DEAR GOD! The brutality of this match is already off the charts. What more can these two guys do?

“HOLY SHIT!”

“HOLY SHIT!”

Both men roll in pain as Reaver somehow manages to pull himself up. He stomps and kicks away at TJ while he tries to rise up. Reaver shoves TJ into the Barricade He unloads with a couple stiff kicks to the chest and ribs of TJ and then backs up before charging at TJ with a spear into the barricade. TJ SIDE STEPS and Reaver leaps over the Baracade into the fans, spearing a very hot chick wearing a “TJ HAS SOUL” Tee-Shirt taking her down hard! He gets up and looks at her then turns around into a couple hard right hands by TJ who then slams Reaver’s head down hard into the barricade!

Nails: This match has yet to see the inside of the ring as the two men viciously beat each other on the outside.

Becket: That‘s what you get with an Anything Goes match and two men who Dislike each other as much as Reaver and TJ.

TJ hoists Reaver on his shoulders and pulls him over the barricade. He runs full speed into the Ring post and crushes Reaver against it before turning around and Powerslaming him to the floor. TJ mounts on Reaver and begins to pound away with hard rights and lefts. He then pulls him back to his feet and sends him hard back first into the steel steps sending them flying from their original location scattering on the outside. He kicks away at Reaver smashing him against the steps. He pulls him to his feet and lifts him up for a military press looking to drop him on the steps. But Reaver slides behind him and hit’s a drop toe hold sending TJ head first into the steps!

Nails: TJ was trying to put the match away right there, but some how Reaver countered it and sent TJ head first into those steps.

Becket: This is a young match, yet the brutality has already taken its toll.

Reaver stalks TJ now lifting up the stairs and holding them high above his head. But TJ hit’s a big kick into his gut forcing him to drop the steps. TJ then explodes with a clothesline taking Reaver down hard. He pulls him up and slams his head on the ring post. He slams it back on the mat and rolls him in the ring keeping his head out. He gets on the apron and hit’s a guilitine leg drop on Reaver before rolling back in the ring himself.

Nails: FINALLY, The action gets back in the ring.

Becket: BORING! Wake me up when the real action starts again!.

TJ scoops up Reaver with a Samoan drop in the middle of the ring! He stomps the hell out of him. Before backing off and hitting a high jumping knee drop to the chest sending Reaver rolling and writhing in pain. TJ rolls him back over and hits another high jumping knee drop, this one connecting with the head as Reaver kicks and screams, trying to shake off the pain. TJ backs up and waits for Reaver to pull himself up. He then explodes and lays him out with a DEVISTATING spear. TJ pulls him back up to his feet and whips him hard into the ropes. He cathches him with a HUGE lifting BEARHUG! He shakes Reaver like a rag doll! Reaver tries to pound out of it, but TJ just shakes it off. Reaver begins kicking at TJ now catching him with a low blow. TJ drops reaver just for a second but explodes with a HUGE spine buster!

Nails: TJ wearing down Reaver now, but there‘s still too much fight in him!

Becket: I think we’ve proven that TJ has no balls. Any other man would have dropped with a shot to the pills!

Nails: Maybe that speaks to the true toughness of TJ?

Becket: Or maybe he’s really a chick?

TJ pulls him back up again and hit’s a stiff right hand and then capitalizes with a Swinging neck breaker. Reaver seems in a shit load of pain but manages to fight through it. He throws punches at TJ that land but seem ineffective as TJ locks him in a standing Vertical Half Crab. Reaver screams as the ref asks if he wants to give up. Reaver flicks the ref off and tries to crawl out of the hold. But TJ pulls back taking away all of his leverage. Finally Reaver BITES into the leg and ankle of TJ sending him screaming in pain as well. TJ drops the hold but turns to Reaver who smiles a bloody smile. TJ limps as blood trickles down his leg. He lets out o fierce yell destroying Reaver with a Clothesline. He picks him up and DROPS him hard with a Military press slam before examining his bleeding leg.

Nails: REAVER BIT HIM!

Becket: Well, If TJ wasn’t trying to break his leg… Desperate times calls for desperate measures.

TJ screams and begins to beat mercilessly on Reaver with clubs to the head and neck. He pulls him up and shoves him into the ropes. He whips him into the ropes and hit’s the cross ropes. He comes flying back with a LIBERTY BOOT but Reaver ducks under it and hit’s the ropes. TJ cateches him back with a Tilt a Whirl Slam but Reaver somehow lands on his feet. He kicks TJ hard in the balls and again and AGAIN! He then pulls TJ up from behind….

“HEEEEEE HAAAAAAAW!!

Nails: DONKEY PUNCH! He just nailed TJ with the Donkey punch in the back of the head OUT OF NO WHERE!

Becket: TJ just fell in a heap and he may be out!

The referee walks over and checks on TJ who stirs a bit. Reaver holds his back and head in pain as he glares at TJ. He then lets out a smile a she runs over and hit’s a knee to the head of a rising TJ. TJ stumbles around and gets a half nelson Suplex by Reaver. He grabs him again for a capture suplex and sends TJ down hard. Reaver goes to the top rope and leaps off with a flying head butt strait to the head of TJ. Reaver shakes the cobwebs off as TJ holds his in pain. He hit’s a few hard forearms to the face and head of TJ as he gets to his feet. Reaver whips him into the ropes and catches him with a HIGH IMPACT spine buster!

Nails: TJ‘s HEAD just bounced off the mat there. And that could be yet ANOTHER concussion on the way.

Becket: Reaver may be a crazy pile of shit, but he’s not stupid. He knows exactly what he’s doing and why he’s doing it.

Reaver smiles as he Reaches over the ropes and grabs a stop sign from the dumpster. He CRACKS it over the back of TJ and then drops in in the middle of the ring before kicking TJ in the gut and hitting a FACE BUSTER on the stop sign. He stomps the hell out of TJ’s knuckles as he tries to get back to his feet but Reaver backs off after a second. TJ pulls himself up and stumbles RIGHT INTO A HARD shot with that stop sign, bending it over TJ’s head. Reaver puts TJ in the corner and the Stop Sign in his face wedged between the top and middle rope and…. HIT’S A SUPERKICK INTO THE STOP SIGN!

Becket: That’s IT! Reaver just knocked out TJ!

Nails: NO! TJ is still responding to the REF kinda.

Reaver is pissed as he sees TJ still moving and he grabs him with a reverse STO in the middle of the ring. He locks in the KNUCKLE LOCK and bends TJ back in half trying to break his neck. The ref is right there to ask TJ if he submits, but TJ shakes his head. Reaver smiles and tells the ref to call the match. TJ is still conscious but is slowly sliping away. The ref raises his hands once…. And it falls to the ground. The crowd begins to boo as they let the wrestlers know exactly what they think.

“LETS GO TJ!”

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The ref raises his arm again and it falls to the ground.

“LETS GO TJ!”

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The ref raises it a third time and it falls…NO! TJ holds it up and slugs REAVER hard in the face. Reaver refuses to let go as stinging blow after blow hits him in the eye and nose, eventually opening up a cut on his now bloodshot eye! Reaver is forced to finally let go. He goes after TJ who explodes to his feet and hit’s the 215 DROP!

Becket: WHOA! Where the hell did that come from?

Nails: TJ is seething now staring at Reaver. His fists are clinched tightly and it seems like he‘s ready to choke the life out of him!

He grabs Reaver up by the neck and chokes him blatently with both hands. Reaver smiles as this happens! TJ shakes him like a rag doll from the neck and then lifts him up and DROPS him with a IMPACT BOMB!

He doesn’t let go of the NECK this time as he pulls him back up to his feet and lifts him with a choak lift into …. THE SOULBUSTER! Reaver’s head bounces off the ropes and his eyes roll in the back of his head as TJ rolls off.

Becket: NO! Reaver is hurt bad and he may be out of it.

Nails: The ref is checking on him, but Reaver just laughs hysterically.

Becket: I don’t think he feels pain anymore. His psyche is completely warped.

Nails: What’s it going to take to put Reaver AWAY?

TJ sets Reaver’s head up in the corner after slamming it off the top turnbuckle a few times. He then takes a few steps back and gets in a crouching position.

Becket: UH - OH!

TJ runs and NAILS the Liberty Boot into the side of Reaver’s head. Reaver just stays there motionless, eyes rolled in the back of his head, so for good measure TJ DOES IT AGAIN! Rever falls in a clump.

Nails: I don‘t know how he‘ll EVER be able to come back from that, it‘s gotta be over.

Reaver lays on the mat with a sick smile on his face but his eyes closed. The ref checks on him to see if he’s conscious. The ref shakes his head and goes to call for the bell, but Reaver raises his hand up to stop him!

Nails: What?

The crowd boos as TJ looks on in shock. Reaver uses the Ref to crawl to his feet wabbling back and forth. TJ looks on suspiciously as Reaver slugs himself in the head a few times, INTENTIONALLY ripping his skin open as blood poors out. He glares at TJ with wide eyes, the eyes of a crazy man.

Becket: I’m scared now!

TJ runs for another Liberty Boot but Knuckles explodes with the RETRIBUTION! The thumb goes into TJ’s throat and he goes down hard!

Becket: MY GOD! Where did that come from.

Reaver falls down and rolls to the outside while the Ref checks on TJ. After a couple seconds TJ reacts and spits up blood. Reaver reaches in and pulls TJ to the outside and BREAKS A 2x4 over the top of his head! He then reaches in the dumpster again and finds a SINGAPORE KANE WRAPED IN RAZOR WIRE! He EXPLODES and strikes it hard into TJ’s head. The wire sticks and board hangs from his head as he goes down in a bloody heap.

Becket: Reaver‘s not just trying to win. He‘s trying to END TJ

Nails: He‘s flipped the switch again. He‘s not all there.

TJ gets to his feet with the board still in his head and Reaver shoves him into the Dumpster. He pulls TJ back up and gets him on his shoulders and DROPS WITH THE BROKEN PROMISE, Barbed wire and all!

Becket: Broken Promise and THAT’S gotta do it.

Nails: Reaver‘s not done yet.

Reaver pulls a dazed TJ up to his feet slowly and tosses him into the Dumpster. He then begins to wheel the Dumpster up the ramp!

Nails: Where’s he going? I don’t like the looks of this.

He gets to the top of the ramp and positions the Dumpster near the end of the stage.

Becket: MY GOD! He‘s going to shove TJ off that 15 foot drop in the Dumpster.

But before he can push it, TJ’s hand comes out and grabs onto Reaver’s HE holds him and slams Reaver’s head against the dumpster. TJ rolls out of the dumpster and onto the stage dazed, but fighting for his life on pure instinct. Reaver comes back over but gets
A kick to the gut by TJ! TJ tosses Reaver into the Dumpster causing to wheel towards the edge of the stage. Reaver leans against the dumpster as TJ runs at him.

Nails: OH MY GOD!

TJ tries to sandwich Reaver’s head against the Dumpster but Reaver Ducks and TJ kicks the dumpster off the stage with a loud CLANG that reverberates throughout the arena.

Becket: TJ almost killed Reaver right there. But now the floor is littered with all that STUFF

TJ turns around and catches a SUPERKICK FROM REAVER. He stumbles back toward the stage ledge as Reaver falls to his ass exhausted.

Nails: TJ is teatering!!!

TJ almost falls off the stage, but catches his balance. Just then Reaver charges at him!

TJ catches him and lifts him up for a power bomb. He turns to the edge of the stage…

Becket: NO Don’t do this!

But before TJ can toss him Reaver rakes his eyes and TJ drops him. Reaver lands on the edge and then looks down behind him smiling

Becket: LOOK OUT!

TJ runs and hit’s a LIBERTY BOOT on Reaver sending him backflipping through the air and landing on the concrete face down. Blood forms in a pool under his head!

“HOLY SHIT!”

“A-P-DUBB”

“YOU JUST KILLED HIM!”

TJ colapses as the ref runs to check on Reaver. He holds the ‘X’ symbol up over his head as he calls for the bell. He calls Tony to where he is and whispers something to him.

Tony Ferrari: Ladies and Gentlemen, the referee has determined that Reaver is UNABLE TO CONTINUE! Therefore your winner and STILL Tapout Champion… The Soul of Philly TJ

Becket: WHAT A BRUTAL MATCH! Reaver may not be alive right now!

Nails: TJ is barely moving as well… I knew we were in for a fight, but that was ridiculous.

TJ has his belt draped on his chest as he tries to catch his breath. The EMT’s run out to check on both men as TJ holds one fist high in the air and the crowd cheers loudly!

We go to a hype video for the Overdrive Championship

[President Jeff]

Ferrari: The following bout, scheduled for one fall... Is for the Action Packed Wrestling OVERDRIVE CHAMPIONSHIP!

"This Means War" by Busta Rhymes plays out over the loud speaker as on the jumbo tron a giant video of Mark Mania's career highlights plays. Mark Mania walks out from backstage with the Overdrive Championship Title securely over his shoulder. He raises it above his head with his right arm as the crowd cheers. He walks down the ramp slapping the hands of the fans as he gets down there. He slides under the bottom rope and hands the Overdrive title off to the referee.

Harvey: Mark Mania has lost nearly everything. His friends look at him differently. His co-workers can't be trusted. His employers can't trust him. He lost Rosa Ramirez. And now Evan Envi wants to take the one thing Mark Mania has left... That APW Overdrive Title.

Chase: This is gonna be a fight. A BRAWL, Harv!

”When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you AGAIN...!"

Multi-colored lights dance all across the arena as the opening riffs of "Helter Skelter" blast through the PA system. Within seconds, Evan Envi emerges from the back, dressed in a white jacket with the name "ENVI" emblazoned across the back in blood-red, shimmering cursive. He looks out into the raucous legions of fans, thoroughly unimpressed as he begins his descent down to the ring.

Harvey: And here's the man that caused it all...

Chase: Here's the man that claims he's going to inherit the ring tonight! Mark Mania is a pig-- and well, Evan's leading him to a slaughter.

Evan, with a running start, hops up onto the apron on one-knee and slides across with a sickening grin on his face before hopping up to stand atop the turnbuckles, screaming out to the jeering fans. The "Mega Mega Star" finally hops down into the ring and hands the ring jacket to the referee, scolding him to be careful with it before he stretches.

The two men stare at one another for moments-- upwards of twenty seconds before "Helter Skelter" begins to die down and the deafening chants of Toronto become obvious... Each section of the crowd divided.

"HEL-TER SKEL-TER!"

"ENVI SUCKS!"

"HEL-TER SKEL-TER!"

"ENVI SUCKS!"

"HEL-TER SKEL-TER!"

"ENVI SUCKS!"

Ferrari: Introducing first... The challenger, hailing from Baltimore, Maryland... Weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds... He is the self-proclaimed MegaMegaStar... EVANNNNNN ENVIIIIIIIII!

Envi raises his fists and the crowd responds with a thunderous, but undecided reaction. He lowers his arms and bounces from foot to foot as he glares across the ring at the red-faced, stoic Mark Mania.

Ferrari: And his opponent... Hailing from Melrose, Massachusetts... Weighing in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds... He is the Action Packed Wrestling OVVEEERRRDRIVE CHAMPIOOONNN... MARRRRRRRRK MAAAAAANIA!

Mark hands his belt to the referee and the bell rings as he charges forward and takes Evan to the ground with a Running Lariat!

Chase: Come on, ref! Do your damn job!

Harvey: Mania has til’ five! Nothing here is wrong...

Chase:Oh, I see how this match is gonna be called.

Envi is back to his feet, but Mania backs him into the ropes with hard knees and forearms to the face-- Irish Whipping him out of the ropes and across the ring before the count of five! He runs to the center of the ring and drives his knee into Evan’s abdomen, causing Evan to flip over onto his back! Evan gets to his feet and is taken down with a Running Forearm! Evan rolls up to his feet and Mania takes him down with a roundhouse kick right to the side of the head! Overwhelmed, Evan falls to his stomach and tries to crawl from the ring, but Mania drags him back by the legs and hoists him up straight from the mat and overhead with a Release German Suplex! Evan lands on his stomach and rolls for the ropes again-- making it to the apron this time!

Harvey: Haha, think Evan Envi bit off more than he can chew?

Chase: REF!

Harvey: He has til five!

Mania drags Evan back into the ring by his hair and ears, over the middle rope. He brings him right back in, and with Evan suspended over the middle rope, nails a modified Swinging Neckbreaker! Evan clutches the back of his head and Mania begins to throw hard fists into his body. Evan groans in pain and rolls to the ropes. The referee counts to five-- but has to force Mania off as Mania closes the space, beginning to choke Evan over the top rope!

Chase: THIS IS HEINOUS! Isn’t that what we say in RIDICULOUS situations like this?!

Harvey: Some would say this was a long-time coming.

Mania tells the referee “I’m cool”, but his eyes grow wide in fury again and he runs at Evan, but Evan low-bridges the top rope, taking Mania to the outside! Mania lands on his feet on the floor and immediately grabs Evan by his head, ripping him out of the ring and to the floor over the middle rope! Toronto roars as Mania begins to punt Evan’s rips as Evan crawls around ringside. Evan groans in pain and reaches for the steel steps. Mania pulls him away and prepares to hit Evan with a Backdrop on the outside!

Harvey: Those mats are only about a half-inch thick! Evan’s gonna hit that concrete!

Evan rolls over Mania’s shoulder and lands on his feet. He shoves Mania forward into the steel-steps-- but having fallen victim to the move several times to Envi in the past, Mania hops right over them. He turns and catches Evan with a Clothesline as Evan uses the steps as a catapult to lunge at him for a Flying Clothesline of his own! Evan hits the ground and groans, but Mania is already back on him and throws him into the apron. He follows up with a Discus Clothesline and Evan cries out as his back is driven into the wooden edge of the ring. The referee is starting a ten-count, but Mania isn’t finished.

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He throws Evan sternum-first into the ring barricade and follows by charging Evan is throwing a knee into his spine. Evan hunches over the barricade and groans in pain. Mark Mania lifts him up in a Suplex position and suspends him in mid-air while the referee counts.

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Chase: Cheap bastard is trying to retain by count-out!

Evan squirms free of the hold, able to angle his leg all the way down and drive a knee into Mania’s skull! Mania stumbles back and Evan lands freely on the apron while Mania stumbles back into the apron, holding his eye. By the time Evan steadies himself, Mania runs forward to shove Evan into the crowd-- but Evan hits him with a sharp kick that catches him right in the jaw. Mania teeters back and Evan hops from the barricade, delivering a vicious knee to Mania’s temple! Evan lands on the ring apron and Mania still hasn’t fallen, but is teetering!

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Evan hops up onto the middle rope and performs an Asai Moonsault to the outside, landing on top of Mark Mania! The crowd roars for the maneuver and Evan holds his ribs in pain, but lifts Mania up and slides him into the ring beneath the bottom rope. He follows him and hooks both legs for the cover.

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Harvey: Mark Mania just barely kicks out!

Mania climbs up a few seconds behind Evan Envi who is scambling to his feet. Evan hits Mania with hard kicks to his torso and shoulders, working his way up to his head, but Mania blocks and takes Evan down with a single-leg takeover! He mounts Evan and goes for a forearm to his face, but Evan quickly fights out of it with a headbutt! He rolls over to his feet and Mania runs at him, hitting him with a hard boot to the gut. Mania hooks Evan for a Fisherman’s Suplex and nails it! He rolls over, not bothering to pin Evan Envi, but instead, throws him against the ropes and waits for him to return, lifting him as if for a high-angle Back Suplex, but nails a Spin-Out Powerbomb instead! He drills Evan to the mat with the maneuver and covers the near leg!

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Harvey: They’re not letting up! I can FEEL how much each man wants this!

Chase: No-- Evan wants it. He craves it. Mania needs this.

Mark Mania rips Evan Envi to his feet and positions Evan in a standing headscissors and shoots a dastardly grin out into the crowd before he lifts Evan up and backs up to the center of the ring, holding him for a Piledriver!

Harvey: This might be it--!

Envi drops back down to his feet and launches Mania overhead with a Back Body Drop to the relief of some and the dismay of many. He shoots the ropes and leaps up, nailing a Springboard Spinning Roundhouse Kick! The crowd goes silent for a moment and many seem shocked as Mania goes limp, twitching once as he hits the mat. Evan hooks the far leg.

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Mania’s shoulder shoots off the canvas and he groans out in pain, holding his eye as he crawls to his knees. Evan charges him and takes him to the mat with a side-headlock, but immediately bridges it, flipping over Mark Mania’s neck to apply pressure! Mania cries out in pain and reaches for the bottom rope, but sees that it’s out of grasp. He rolls with Evan, trying to get him to break the maneuver, but Evan maintains it, and flips to bridge again! He wrenches Mania’s neck and Envi’s screams are gurgled from the awkward angle of his throat.... So he rolls again, but Evan maintains a grip on the headlock!

Chase: Mark Mania is either gonna tap... Or Evan Envi is going to snap his neck. This is Evan’s Rasslemania moment!

Evan yells for the referee to ask Mark Mania, but Mark rolls once more, and this time manages to get to his knees. He climbs to his feet, holding Evan up as if for a Backdrop once more, but drops him across his knee for a hard Backbreaker! Evan arches his back in pain and rolls away. Mania rubs his throat and gasps in pain, climbing to his feet. He makes his way toward the grounded Evan Envi, but Evan reaches up and hooks him for an Inside Cradle!

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Harvey: Was that--?! No! That was two!

Both men look shocked, and it’s Mania that turns to the referee for confirmation. He turns back to Evan just a second too late, and is met with a Calf Kick! Mania crawls to his feet, and is immediately hit with a Single-Knee Back Lungblower, which Evan attempts to transition into the Staightjacket Choke!

Chase: The Mega JETTA LOCK! Haha-- tap, Mark!

Harvey: I don’t think Evan has a very good grip!

Mania is able to angle himself upward and grab Evan’s arms, hurling him overhead! Evan lands on his back and rolls out of the way as Mania tries to drive a knee to his skull. Evan pushes himself up and warily looks at Mania. The two have a stand-off, and Evan runs to the ropes, diving out of the ring! He lands on his feet and Mania makes chase, diving out of the ring as well! Evan slides back into the ring once they round the turnbuckle corner and Mark Mania hops to the apron! Evan launches a foot through the ropes, going for a boot to the jaw-- but Mania ducks down, grabbing Evan’s foot, and diving from the apron! Evan groans in agony as his knee is snapped over the middle rope and he rolls to the middle of the ring.

Harvey: Can’t kick him without legs... Mark Mania may have just ruined your night, John.

Chase: This isn’t over.

Mark Mania ascends to the top turnbuckle.

Chase: This isn’t his territory...

As Evan climbs to his feet, favoring his knee, hunched over, Mania leaps from the top and brings Evan down with a Diving Elbow to the back of his neck and upper-spine! Evan is driven face-first into the canvas and he groans in pain, rolling away. Mark Mania climbs to his knees and waits, smirking as he stalks Evan Envi. Mania climbs up and kicks Evan in the mid-section! He starts to position him for a double-underhook, but Evan Envi counters with a Hip Toss! Mark Mania is ripped to his feet, but he drives a boot into Evan’s knee. Evan falls to both knees and Mania lifts him up to hit a Brainbuster! Evan lies still in the ring.

Harvey: He couldn’t hit Mania Madness but GOD what a Brainbuster!

Evan is still and Mania hooks the far leg.

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Harvey: God! Evan Envi kicked out! I didn’t think he was alive!

Mania climbs to his knees and glares at his arch-rival. He hoists Evan up and blasts him with a European Uppercut before he makes his way over to the turnbuckle corner and begins to loosen the top. The crowd cheers for it but the referee rushes over to Mania, demanding that he stop! Meanwhile, Evan rolls to the opposite corner.

Harvey: Mark Mania has lost it. He doesn’t care if he gets disqualified. He wants to see Evan Envi’s blood spilled all over the ring here tonight at Rasslemania IX! But-- but look at the challenger!

Evan Envi seems to barely know where he is, but with more swiftness and quickness than Mark Mania, he is able to remove the turnbuckle pad from the middle turnbuckle. He tosses it out of the ring and falls to his back, breathing heavily. Mania and the referee finally stop arguing and Mania makes his way over to Evan Envi. Evan Envi tries to leap up and grab him-- playing possum-- but Mania takes a step back! He lifts Envi up on his own accord and throws him into the ropes, quickly following up with a Running Back Elbow!

Harvey: I think that plan quickly went out the window.

Chase: Don’t count out the MegaMegaStar! This is his match! This is HIS Rasslemania moment! Evan Envi INHERITS the ring tonight, Harv!

Harvey: Okay. Okay. Calm down.

Mark Mania roars out into the crowd that is roaring back. He stands by the fallen Evan Envi with his hands on the ropes and drives his foot into his throat! He grabs the top rope and begins choking Envi, screaming obscenities down at him while the referee begins to count!

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Harvey: A fight.

Evan reaches forward and grabs Mania around his neck and shoulders, lifting him up and slamming him spine-first to the mat with a Ura-Nage! Mania stiffens and Evan quickly climbs to his feet. He runs to the ropes and goes for a Lionsault-- but Mania rolls away! Evan lands on his feet, but stumbles, falling into a seated position as a result of his hurt knee. He gasps in pain as he clutches it, and Mania hops up, shooting the ropes. He comes back at Evan and goes for a sharp knee right to the forehead...

...But Evan throws himself onto his back! Mania misses by inches and stops himself an inch short of the ropes. He turns around and Evan Envi takes him to the mat with a Spear! The back of Mania’s neck hits the bottom rope and he clutches his neck, rolling to the middle of the ring in pain. Evan forces him back up to his feet in the double-underhook.

Harvey: Mania’s neck-- my God, what an awkward position!

Beckett: And now it’s time to sing the Blues!

Evan Envi drives Mania face-first to the mat with the Snap Double Arm DDT to a loud pop from the crowd. He pushes Mania over, hooking his near leg for the count while the crowd counts along.

Beckett: It’s destiny! A new Overdrive Champion!

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Harvey: Not yet!

Mark Mania explosively kicks out and Evan Envi slams his fist on the canvas in anger. He glares at the referee and shakes his head, his face growing more red with each passing second. He forces Mark Mania to his feet, but Mania counters with a kick to the gut and forces Evan into a standing headscissors, before lifting him up with a double-underhook and driving him to the mat with a 180-Degree Rotating Facecrusher--

Harvey: MANIA MADNESS!

Chase: WHYYY?!

Harvey: The cover!

Mark Mania hooks both legs and the referee counts Evan Envi’s shoulders to the canvas.

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Kickout!

Chase: Woooooooooooooooooooo...

Harvey: And I guess the fight goes on!

Mark Mania looks up at the referee with a raised eyebrow. The referee holds up two fingers and Mark Mania shakes his head, muttering something to Evan as he lifts him up by his throat. He shoves him into the corner and despite the warnings from the ref, Mania begins to drive hard fists into Evan’s body! Evan cries out in pain, hunching over. Mania hits him with closed fists, and shoulders to the side of the head until the referee forcibly restrains him!

Chase: This isn’t a damn street fight!

Harvey: Tell Mark Mania that!

Mark Mania rushes in and gets Evan with another kick to the stomach! Evan stumbles out of the corner, gasping for air. Mark Mania positions him for Mania Madness again, but Evan shoves him back! Mania goes for a roundhouse kick, but it’s avoided by Evan, who spins him around and hits a Sit-Out Jawbreaker! Mania screams out in anger from the maneuver and blasts Evan with a roundhouse kick! Evan is thrown into the ropes, breathing heavily. Mark Mania checks his lip, which is now covered in blood. He charges forward-- into a shoulder to the gut, followed by a Gutwrench Powerbomb!

Harvey: Gutwrench Powerbomb by Envi! The momentum shifts again!

Evan runs to the ropes, and this time is able to nail the Lionsault to a mixed reaction from the audience!

Chase: LIONSAULT! Cover! Count ref, count! COUNT!

Evan hooks both legs and frantically yells for the referee to count!

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Chase: GAHHH!

Mania’s shoulder barely shoots off of the mat and Evan groans. He lifts Mark Mania up and positions him to his back and delivers a Hangman’s Neckbreaker! He covers Mark Mania again!

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Harvey: Another kickout! If Evan Envi wants to end this-- he has to do it right now!

Chase: Stop casting doubt, damn you! Ahhhh...ohhhhhGOD.

Evan Envi goes out to the top turnbuckle and perches on the top, waiting anxiously for Mark Mania to get to his feet. Mark Mania turns around and Evan dives off, going for a Springboard Somersault Neckbreaker-- and connects! Mania is driven to the mat, flipped onto his stomach from the impact! Evan Envi sits on his knees and closes his eyes, seeming to be praying as he pushes Mania onto his back and hooks his leg.

Harvey: I don’t know how much more Mark Mania is gonna be able to take...

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Toronto erupts as Mark Mania kicks out once again. Evan Envi sits up and runs his hands over his face, looking at the referee with an indistinguishable expression. The referee holds two fingers and backs away. Evan looks down at Mark Mania-- and then goes to lock him in the Arm Triangle, which earns a huge reaction from the crowd!

Chase: Choke him out, Evan! Break his arm and CHOKE HIM OUT!

Evan tries desperately to get the hold locked in, but Mark Mania realizes the situation he’s in and crawls, dragging Evan to the ropes with him. He holds onto the middle rope for dear life, but Evan Envi counters into a Cross Armbar, using his leg strength to rip Mark Mania away from the ropes and onto his back! Mania cries out in pain and the referee asks him if he wants to submit! Mania reaches over and tries to hammer at the leg of Evan that he weakened earlier, but can’t get enough distance-- so he crawls for the ropes and swings his legs over the bottom! The referee begins a five-count.

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Chase: No! No, no, no!

Harvey: Evan’s unconscious! Evan’s unconscious!

He hooks Evan’s lear leg.

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Evan shoots his shoulder off of the mat at the last fathomable second drawing a loud reaction from Toronto. Mania shakes his head and rips Evan to his feet, yelling at the referee that “enough is enough!”

Harvey: Evan survives, but now Mania’s mad!

Chase: He’s been mad. This is Mark Mania over the edge!

Mark Mania positions Evan Envi for the Mania Madness, but once more, Evan is able to toss him overhead with a Back Body Drop! Evan crawls, breathing heavily toward the corner.

Harvey: He keeps surviving... When’s time gonna run out?!

Evan crawls, a hand over his heart, and reaches the corner, turning and lying, seemingly exhausted from the punishment inflicted. Mark Mania crawls to his feet and glares at Evan. Evan lies in the corner and starts to push himself up... And Mania charges forward.

Chase: Oh God-- Evan, move! He’s gonna squash your head like a--!

Evan jumps up, only to dive back down and drive both feet into Mania’s ankle! Mania falls forward...

...Face-first into the middle exposed turnbuckle! Mania pushes himself up, but in a trance, as if he’s in a shock. He’s grabbed around the neck and driven across Evan’s neck for the GUESS WHO!

Harvey: Mania hit that exposed steel!

Chase: And GUESS WHOOOO!

Evan covers the near leg and the crowd chants with the referee’s count.

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The bell rings and Toronto roars in a mixture of approval and angst.

Ferrari: Here is your winner... And the NEW APW Overdrive Champion, The “MegaMegaStar” EVANNN ENVIIII!

“Helter Skelter” hits the PA system and Evan snatches the Overdrive Championship from the referee! He doesn’t gloat-- and he doesn’t allow the referee to raise his arm in victory. Evan hugs the title to his chest and sprints away from ringside, a smirk on his face.

Inside the ring, Mark Mania crawls to his knees. He looks at the ref in shock-- and then turns to see Evan fleeing! Mania rolls out of the ring in pursuit, beginning to follow him, but stumbles every few steps, thrown off-balance.

Harvey: Evan Envi has just fled ringside!

Chase: But I think Mania is concussed! He needs EMTs!

Mania continues to stagger up the ramp, the hot crowd still behind him as he disappears into the back.

[President Jeff]

Nailz: Before we get to the highly anticipated Triple Threat Tag Team Championship match, we’d like to play an exclusive Rasslemania IX promotional video featuring The Dying Breed.

Beckett: The Dying Breed?? So there was absolutely nothing else we could find that was worthy of air time?

Beckett shakes his head as the lights in the Rogers Center dim and everyone’s attention shifts to the tron’s screen. A mellow and thought provoking Hip Hop instrumental begins to play as images of Bailey, Hopkins, and Williams slowly appear on the screen.

Bailey’s Voice: Since the beginning we have been dedicated to the mission…

A clip showing William D. Williams being introduced as the newest member of The Dying Breed on the January 8th edition of Asylum in Manchester is played.

Hopkins Voice: Arrogance is not what we’re about but we know what we are capable of bringing to the table…

The playback of J-Hop knocking both Donald Deruty and Aubrey J. Parker from off of a ladder to the outside of the ring and through tables at Christmas Chaos during the Tag Team Title match is shown.

Williams Voice: It’s evident that my brothers are Championship material. The proof is in the pudding…

Bailey is shown celebrating his victory for the Tap Out Title at Rasslemania VIII.

Bailey’s Voice: Recently, we have been counted out and put into a box but we stand tall because any box, no matter the size, is too small for us…

Hopkins walking into the locker room of a nervous Aubrey J. Parker on the last edition of Asylum is now exhibited.

Hopkins Voice: We’re unique and can strike fear into even the toughest opponents…

Hopkins and Williams are shown raising their hands in victory after defeating TJ and Keaton Saint last month in Vancouver on Asylum.

Williams Voice: We’re confident…humbly confident…

The footage of Bailey’s firm but awkward handshake with Logan Alexander from a January episode of Meltdown is now presented.

All Voices: We are The Dying Breed…


Tony: The following match is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH for the APW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS! First to the ring are the challengers, who weigh in at a combined weight of 430 pounds, the team of Anthony “The Promise” Bailey and Jair Hopkins, they are …. THE DYYINNNGGG BREEEEDDDD!!!

From up high in the rafters, sparks fly as what lowers down is two big logos. One being a custom-made “TDB” logo for The Dying Breed as what follows next was the symbol of one of hip-hop’s legends, Nas. His symbol lowers besides the TDB logo as they sit on a slant, being as a gateway onto the entrance ramp. The sampled piano kicks in --

“It's yours!”

As the sample goes, all members of ‘The Dying Breed’, Bailey, Hopkins and Williams come out with their official merchandise on as they have on the black shirts with grungy, gold lettering simply written out “TDB” on the front and on the back “Doin’ Things the Right Way!” The fans cheer them on, seeing them come from out the back.

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

The three move to the beat while they shake their supporting fans along the way down. After the hook goes twice, the three are already to the ring, entering one by one as Hopkins reveals the mic in his hands as the three men aim their attention to the stage.

Jair Hopkins: We proudly present to you, a Multi-Platinum artist, an Icon and a Legend. Ladies and Gents’, without further adieu … GIVE IT UP FOR ….. NAASSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!

Being properly introduced, Nas comes out as the beat unfreezes…

“I sip the Dom P, watchin Gandhi til’ I'm charged
Then writin’ in my book of rhymes, all the words pass the margin
To hold the mic I'm throbbin’, mechanical movement
Understandable smooth ‘ish that murderers move wit
The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right
The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe
The mind activation, react like I'm facin’ time like
Perry Mason with pens I'm embracin’
Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets
Suede Timb's on my feets, makes my cypher, complete
Whether crusin’ in a six-cab, or Montero Jeep
I can't call it, the beats make me fallin’ asleep
I keep fallin’, but never fallin’ six feet deep
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?)
… I'm out for dead presidents to represent me”

As the hook repeats, Nas goes with it, getting the fans involved as if they weren’t already hyped out of their seats. The Canadian crowd was wild as Nas slapped their hands, making his way to the ring and up the steps. He got inside, sporting the “TDB” merchandise well. Themed headband that worked well with the shirt. Moving around in the ring, waving his hand up in the air, he moved the crowd.

“I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down singlehanded
For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded
Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne
I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside in a thousand miles from home
I need a new n---, for this black cloud to follow
Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow
Trying to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip
Picturin’ my peeps, now the income make my heartbeat skip
And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs
Headed for Indiana stabbin’ women like the Phantom
The crew is lampin’ big Willie style
Check the chip toothed smile, plus I profile wild
Stash through the flock wools, burnin’ dollars to light my stove
Walk the blocks wit a bop, checkin’ Danes plus the games
people play, bust the problems of the world today”

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

Break it down …”

And it was a wrap as the fans in attendance inside the Rogers Centre was deafening. Nas stood to the side with Bailey, Hopkins and Williams as all four raised their hands in the air, standing tall. It was a ‘picture perfect’ moment.

Russ T Nailz: Wow, The Dying Breed coming out in style on the biggest stage. I wonder who paid for all of this?

Steve Beckett: I could care less. DUDE, That IS NAS IN THE RING WITH THE DYING BREED!!! Hands down the best entrance thus far. Holy hell.

Russ T Nailz: What a sight in the ring, this will be a lifetime memorabilia for both APW and the fans here tonight.

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

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

Tony Ferrari: And their opponents! First, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada...

The crowd screams in approval as Christian Kane looks around at his hometown, emotionless.

Tony Ferrari: Weighing 220 pounds, the Canadian SENSATION... CHRISTIAN KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!!!

Kane screams at the crowd and beginsto strut down the ramp as he slicks back his hair. He stops at ringside, looking around the arena with a smirk on his face which quickly turns to disgusted scowl, in spite of the positive reaction.

Tony Ferrari: And his tag team partner, from Brooklyn, New York... THE PERFECT TEN, KAYLYN JAAAAMES EVANNNS!!!

I'm your favorite drug
your favorite drug
just one hit is never enough
i'm your favorite drug
your favorite drug
you cant break this addiction no.
your favorite drug...."
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The lyrics to Porcelian and the Tramps- I'm Your Favorite Drug continued to play over the PA system as the lights fade putting the arena into total darkness. Just as the chorus would end there is a bang as the lights turn back on full blast and a cloud of smoke is on the entrance way with a figure standing within it. The chorus starts up once more but this time with the lyrics included is none other then Kaylyn Evans who steps out from within the smokey patch on the stage with Sienna Harrison at her side.

Nailz: She wasn't joking...

As the chorus was being heard throughout the crowd a smiling Kaylyn Evans was on her way down the ramp with a stride that showed nothing but confidence in herself no matter what the outcome of today's event's would be. Dressed in a black and lime green set of attire Kaylyn flaunts her body as she walks past the fans, with Sienna walking slowly behind her, arms folded. Reaching the bottom of the ramp way Kaylyn stops and turns to the right heading around the ring and towards the far steps to ascend them and make her way onto the apron. Crossing the apron she stands there looking out at the fans. Hooking her arms on the top rope, in perfect Kaylyn fashion, she flipped back over the top rope and into the ring where she made her way around the ring looking out at all the fans in the arena, booing and not.

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

Beckett: Look at this team. BRILLIANCE!

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

The lights begin to dim and the crowd buzzes as pink strobes silently snipe through the arena...

Nailz: And now there are only two people left...

Beckett: Everyone knows who they are!

A rather delicate piano melody begins to play throughout the arena as several figures emerge throughout the crowd, each of them wearing hoodies that are a bright, glowing neon-pink or white. There are at least two dozen of them, all seemingly women.

Nailz: I'm not sure what this is...

As the figures silently make their way through the chattering crowd among the piano music, Tony Ferrarri begins his announcement.

Tony Ferrarri: And their opponents... The APW World Tag Team Champions...

The women wearing hoodies all jump the barricade and begin to file up either side of the ramp- with the twelve wearing pink standing on one side and the twelve wearing white standing on the other.

As our lights fade on, we see that all of the women in pink have images portrayed on their hoodies of a very well-drawn version of Kaylyn James Evans blindfolded, with a cigarette hanging between her lips. The women in white, all wear the Canadian Maple-Leaf to an ovation from the crowd.

The piano music stops, and explosively, the RUN-DMC's "Raising Hell" hits the PA system. Emerging from the back, dressed similarly to their apparent counterparts are Aubrey J. Parker and Logan Alexander.

Nailz: And here they are! LISTEN TO TORONTO!!!

Logan Alexander holds the Tag Team Championship in one hand and holds the Canadian Flag across his shoulder with the other. He smiles at the roaring hometown crowd and nods to himself. Aubrey holds both the Suicidal and Tag Team Championships in the air, skipping ahead of Logan down to the ring.

Tony Ferrari: From Pleasanton, California, the APW Suicidal Champion, Aubrey J. Parker... and from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, LOGAN ALEXANDER... M&M!!!!!

The crowd roars as Logan stands atop the turnbuckles and waves the flag through the air. Christian Kane glares up at him from the crowd. Aubrey holds the titles above her head on the opposite corner, and backflips over the ropes into the ring, proudly and happily displaying them.

Nailz: I wonder how long she's gonna be all-smiles...

Beckett: Not long if the Dying Breed have their way.

Logan finally hands the flag to the referee and "Raising Hell" continues to play as the dozens of women swarm ringside, standing around the opponents. Kane and Kaylyn observe them with some hesitance and climb up to the apron, though the Dying Breed stand their ground.

Soon, each of the women begin to disperse back into the audience, while the camera returns on the Tag Team Champions who display their belts to their opponents... finally, until the referee takes the belts and signals the the match to begin.

”WE WANT LOGAN! WE WANT KANE!”

”WE WANT LOGAN! WE WANT KANE!”

”WE WANT LOGAN! WE WANT KANE!”

The bell rings and the crowd goes into a frenzy. Logan steps out to the apron, but every member of the opposing team seems anxious to get to Aubrey J. Parker! After some debate, Anthony Bailey motions for Jair Hopkins to go to the outside and Christian Kane starts for his team. The crowd continues to roar as both men slowly make their way toward Aubrey- each wearing a look of disgust.

Aubrey turns and tags in Logan Alexander, with her cowardice earning boo from several, but it is quickly drowned out by the deafening cheers as their hometown hero hops into the ring.

Nailz: They wanted them- and now they get them!

Logan cuts Christian Kane off with a forearm to the skull, knocking his fellow Canadian to the ground. Bailey is on top of Logan a second later, wrestling him into a front facelock with knees to the sternum before a Swinging Neckbreaker! Logan groans and rolls up to his knees, but Bailey lifts him up and nails a Fisherman’s Suplex to a chorus of boos from the pro-Alexander audience. They cheer once Christian Kane nails Bailey from behind with a flying forearm that knocks Bailey into the ropes, and backwards into a Back Suplex! Kane waves off the fans, and they respond with distaste.

Nailz: No love for the hometown crowd tonight...

Beckett: Christian Kane told his opponents, and the world, that he wasn’t going to be distracted by them. They haven’t done anything for him, after all!

Nailz: Yeah. If you ask Christian, nobody has.

Christian Kane hoists Bailey up again and throws him through the ropes, to the apron. He starts to go after him, but turns as Logan Alexander begins to climb to his feet. Christian Kane shoots the ropes, and hits a Springboard Roundhouse that knocks Logan to the ground to whistles and cheers from KJE and Sienna! Christian Kane then hits the ropes and tries to do the same to Anthony Bailey, but Bailey pulls down the ropes and Kane falls straight to the floor! The crowd grows loud, and mixed as Bailey goes to the top rope and points to Logan Alexander, while winking at Aubrey J. Parker. She mouths something to him bitterly, but he jumps off and nails Logan with a Frog Splash, hooking his legs for the first cover of the match!

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Nailz: I think Bailey wasted a little too much time with AJP there-

Beckett: Christian Kane’s rolling back in..... and he just tagged in Kaylyn! I don’t think Anthony noticed.

Anthony picks Logan Alexander up and Irish Whips him into the ropes! He runs toward him and goes for a splash, but Logan brings both feet up and catches Bailey in the chest! Bailey falls back into a KY Bomb from Kaylyn James Evans! The audience explodes and Kaylyn stands up, only to be taken down with a Clothesline from Logan! Sienna watches anxiously from ringside as Logan lifts Kaylyn up, but brings her down with a Forward Russian Leg Sweep shortly after! Anthony Bailey begins crawling to his feet and Logan turns- merely watching as Anthony rolls to his corner and starts to tag in Jair Hopkins, but takes note of the taped ribs. Hopkins holds his hand out and demands the tag. Anthony stares at him for a moment, and as he takes a step forward, is suddenly taken down with a bridging German Suplex!

Beckett: Logan gave him a chance, but the Golden Boy took too long! Haha, Logan’s a rotten bastard!

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Nailz: Christian Kane breaks it up! And the referee isn’t doing a damn thing!

Beckett: He can’t! It’s a triple threat match- he can’t be disqualified!!

Christian Kane lifts Logan up into a front face-lock and viciously drives knees into his ribs and jaw. Christian Kane shoves him to the ground, his face red with anger. He turns and scoops Anthony up as well, to boos from the audience.

Nailz: He’s setting him up for the Danger Zone- that Swinging Backbreaker!

Jair Hopkins enters the ring, jumping onto the top rope. Christian Kane throws Bailey down and as Hopkins leaps off for a Flying Crossbody, Kane hits a Dropkick to the injured ribs! Jair Hopkins cries out and rolls out of the ring. Kane gets up and turns his attention toward Anthony Bailey again, but Bailey, out of nowhere picks him up and drives him to the mat on the back of his neck with the Sitout Scoop Slam Piledriver, the GUARANTEED SUCCESS! He lifts Christian up and throws him from the ring, falling against the ropes to catch his breath and then turns back to his opponents in the ring.

Kaylyn James Evans runs to Bailey and nails a Shining Wizard! Bailey goes limp and hits the ground while Kaylyn hooks his far leg!!

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Beckett: We almost had new tag team champions! And they were almost... super sexy-

Nailz: Stop. Stop it now.

Kaylyn gets to her feet and groans in frustration. She starts to go toward the turnbuckles, but stops as she sees Logan Alexander charge her for a Spear out of the corner of her eye! Kaylyn side-steps him and Logan hits the ropes. He turns and Kaylyn runs at him for a Spear instead... but Logan leap-frogs her! Kaylyn stops before she hits the turnbuckles and springboards up, coming off and going over for a Sunset Flip... but Logan drops down into a cover, holding onto the ropes- a perfectly legal maneuver!

Beckett: HAHA! Cheating bastard...

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Jair Hopkins slides across the apron out of nowhere and drives both feet into Logan’s temple! Logan falls off of Kaylyn, and Jair drops down from the apron. Without wasting anymore time, he makes his way around the ring toward Aubrey J. Parker!

Nailz: Oh lord... It’s beginning...

Beckett: Run, Aubrey! RUN AWAY!

The crowd is deafening in their response and Aubrey begins to back away, to the other side of the apron. She drops down as Hopkins jumps up onto the apron and holds up her hands, trying to persuade him to calm down. Hopkins has a look of rage in his eyes though and points to his ribs, yelling that it was AJP’s fault! He begins to make chase, and Aubrey screams, turning and running away!

The crowd goes into a frenzy and Hopkins reaches out, grabbing a handful of Parker’s brown locks-

Only to be swiftly Speared by Logan Alexander, into the ring barricade! The crowd roars in approval for their hometown hero and begin to stomp and chant. Hopkins rolls in agony on the outside and Logan slowly gets to his feet, glaring down at him. He begins to say something to Hopkins... but inside the ring, Kaylyn James Evans has tagged in Christian Kane, who is stalking Anthony Bailey while Bailey climbs to his feet!

Nailz: No one’s paying attention to the participants inside the ring!

Anthony Bailey turns around...

Beckett: SUPER SEXY KICK!

Nailz: Somebody turn around!

Toronto chants along as Christian Kane makes the cover, hooking both of Anthony Bailey’s legs, glaring into the camera while the referee counts.

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Aubrey J. Parker dives into the ring and shoves Christian Kane off of Anthony Bailey! Just as quickly as she entered, she exits, rolling to the other side and ducking low to avoid her enemies... of which there are many. Logan slides into the ring again and Christian Kane angrily turns his attention back toward him, charging in for a Clothesline! Logan ducks and counters into a Samoan Drop! Christian Kane groans and is back to his feet again, hitting Logan with a European Uppercut! Logan fights back with one of his own! Christian hits another... followed by Logan... followed by Christian... followed by Logan... until Christian gouges Logan’s eyes! The crowd boos the maneuver and Christian kicks Logan in the gut, hits the ropes, and delivers a Scissors Kick! He motions for Bailey to get to his feet... and then does the same to him! Christian blows a kiss into the audience that responds with a mixture of hatred and affection. He then slowly turns his eyes toward Aubrey J. Parker. Aubrey sighs and facepalms.

Nailz: Everybody wants a piece! Everybody wants some of Miss Parker.

Beckett: Well, she won’t give it to them! They don’t deserve it!

Logan rolls toward his corner and looks up at his partner. Aubrey looks off into the crowd for a moment... and then tags herself in.

Nailz: It’s on!

Christian Kane charges Parker and immediately catches her with a Clothesline! Parker coughs in pain and crawls to her feet, where Kane delivers his Swinging Backbreaker, the Danger Zone! He screams down at Parker in anger and lifts her to her feet again, this time, going for a Suplex, but Parker fights out with two elbows to the temple. Christian lets go, but goes for an elbow of his own... which Parker ducks. She runs past him and hits the ropes, coming back for a Headscissors Takedown! Christian gets up quickly and Parker hits a Dropkick! She looks nervously at Anthony Bailey as he gets up... and Christian runs at Parker again for a Clothesline, but she counters with a Drop Toehold! Christian rolls over his shoulder to avoid damage, but Kaylyn James Evans tags herself back in!

Christian looks at her, confused. Kaylyn gives him a nod and enters the ring, glaring at Aubrey J. Parker. The crowd roars as the two women face off in the middle of the ring, both nose-to-nose. Aubrey places her hands on Kaylyn’s abdomen whispering something to her, before shoving her back a little. The crowd OOOOOHHHs and Kaylyn smirks, getting back in Parker’s face, saying something and pushing her head back. AJP glares at her for a moment... and then drops down, rolling out of the ring! Out of nowhere, Anthony Bailey blasts Kaylyn with a Springboard Back Kick!

Beckett: Bailey with the cover!

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Aubrey J. Parker steadies herself on the apron and as Bailey turns around, hits a Springboard Leg Lariat! Bailey is taken down and Parker hits the ropes, coming back for a Cross Body, but Bailey counters with a Powerslam! He pins Aubrey J. Parker to a mixed reaction from the crowd.

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Bailey stands up, but is suddenly grabbed from behind by Kaylyn James Evans and hit with a Diving Reverse DDT! Bailey holds his skull in pain, but as he climbs to his feet again, KJE drives him to the mat with a vicious STO! Bailey is nearly thrown head-over-heels from the impact and Kaylyn James Evans makes the cover!

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Beckett: What do you do in a situation like this!?

Nailz: You do your best to dominate! Anthony Bailey is crawling back to his corner... Jair Hopkins is back up, and I’m not sure how good of an idea this is... And I’m shocked that we’ve seen no involvement from Sienna here at ringside.

Beckett: She’s just here for support!

Aubrey J. Parker and Kaylyn James Evans trade rights and lefts in the corner, paying little attention to Bailey. Aubrey tries to throw KJE toward her corner, but Kaylyn reverses it and throws Aubrey into the ropes. She hits Aubrey with a hard slap to the face- and Aubrey retaliates with a kick to the abdomen and attempts a Corkscrew Neckbreaker, but Kaylyn counters into a Backslide Pin!

Nailz: Woah, woah, woah-- KJE!

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Beckett: Almost super sexy.

Nailz: Cut it out.

The crowd pops as Anthony Bailey tags in Jair Hopkins! Hopkins enters the ring, watching as AJP fights her way from her knees, to her feet in a side headlock from Kaylyn James Evans, and pushes her into the ropes, nailing a Flapjack Facebuster upon her return! Aubrey pushes herself up using Kaylyn’s body and then turns... locking eyes with Jair Hopkins. The crowd grows loud and Aubrey nods, accepting reality. She steps forward and Hopkins runs at her, going for a Lariat! Aubrey ducks and hits him with a Super Kick right to the ribs! The shot echoes and Hopkins grunts, falling to one knee. Aubrey tries to hit him with a Shining Wizard, but Jair catches her, holds her, and then drives her down with a Spinebuster! He screams out to relieve himself of some of the pain and picks Aubrey up by her hair, throwing her into the neutral corner. He backs to the middle of the ring and then runs at her, driving a high knee up into her jaw! Aubrey breathes heavily and Jair clutches her head, jumping off for the Bulldog- but Aubrey shoves him off!

Nailz: What a battle! This has been brewing for three months! This is about more than the APW Tag Team Championships- it is SO personal!

Kaylyn James Evans rolls back to her corner, tagging in Christian Kane to a pop from the crowd. He picks his spot, waiting for Jair and Aubrey to finish their lock-up, which ends with Jair spinning her around and nailing a Reverse Neckbreaker! He yells out in frustration and begins to stomp away at AJP’s body- but Christian Kane catches Jair with the Busaiku Knee Kick!

Beckett: STKO! Christian Kane just put Jair Hopkins down! AJP is down!

Christian Kane observes the two of them lying side by side in the middle of the ring. He smirks and makes his way his corner, making his way to the top. He climbs to the very top and looks back over his shoulder...

Nailz: There’s no way he can make this. They’re halfway across the ring!

Beckett: Don’t doubt Christian Kane!

Sienna Harrison watches on with worry from the outside as Christian Kane leaps from the top rope and what seems like the entire city of Toronto screams, ”I’M BAD!” for him as he hits a high Moonsault across both AJP and Jair Hopkins! The crowd roars for him and Christian pins Aubrey J. Parker while the crowd counts along!

Nailz: Amazing!

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Not discouraged, Christian immediately hops on top of Jair Hopkins, hooking both of his legs!

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Anthony Bailey pulls Christian Kane out of the ring, which doesn’t sit well with the Toronto audience. They boo as Bailey throws Christian to the ground. Kane glares up at Bailey and grabs him in the beginning-stages of a chokehold, but Bailey turns and throws Kane face-first into the steel post! Kane grabs his nose and stumbles away, and turns around into a Savate Kick from Anthony Bailey, taking Christian Kane to the mat outside!

Beckett: AJP is up top!

Aubrey J. Parker has climbed to the top rope, facing away from Jair Hopkins and nails an Imploding Senton Bomb!

Nailz: What the hell was that!?

Parker leans back over Hopkins and hooks his legs for the cover!

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She rolls over Hopkins, seeming to straddle his hips for a moment before leaping to her feet and twisting him, tucking his legs under her arms and turning to drive her knee into his spine with a modified Boston Crab!

Nailz: And Aubrey J. Parker just busted out the Torture Crab! Hopkins has nowhere to go! Those ribs are about to be crushed!!

Hopkins is writhing in agony in the hold. He crawls to the ropes, and grabs them, but Parker doesn’t let go... and isn’t asked to!

Beckett: There are no rope breaks! Hopkins has to break the hold himself!

Jair Hopkins seems to be fading, lying across the bottom rope in the hold-

but the hold is broken as Anthony Bailey pulls Parker off and sets her up for the Guaranteed Success! He marches to the center of the ring!

Nailz: Guaranteed Success for Aubrey J. Parker!

Logan Alexander dives into the ring with a Chop Block! Bailey falls back, with Parker landing on top of him. Parker screams for Logan to lift him up, which he does. The two of them Irish Whip Bailey into the ropes and Parker gets low, using Bailey’s momentum to lift him up into a release Flapjack, allowing Logan to nail Stryke Force! Toronto approves, and Bailey’s head is driven into the canvas. He rolls away... but Logan is grabbed from behind by Kaylyn James Evans and she hits the Full Nelson Bomb! Logan’s spine jolts and he seems to be in shock from the move, rolling from the ring!

Beckett: Chaos!

Aubrey J. Parker glares at Kaylyn and charges at her, nailing the Leaping Reverse STO...

Nailz: MAKEUNDER!

Beckett: But she’s not legal! ...ha.

AJP seems to consider pinning Kaylyn James Evans, but soon remembers that she isn’t the legal woman! She shoves her away and turns, barely ducking under a Super Sexy Kick from Christian Kane! Aubrey dives onto the mat and Christian turns, getting blasted in the face with a Calf Kick from Jair Hopkins! Christian Kane falls to the mat and Aubrey gets up, going for a roundhouse kick to Hopkins, but he ducks under and spins Parker around, driving her into the mat with an Implant DDT!

Nailz: The ring shook!!

Jair Hopkins begins to drop knees across Parker’s back. Soon, Christian Kane joins and begins to stomp at Parker’s shoulders and neck! The crowd doesn’t seem to know how to respond, and Parker covers up! After nearly six seconds, the referee decides to end the assault, shoving both men back! Christian Kane shoves the referee back, and the referee threatens to eject him. Kane screams into his face, and Parker takes the opportunity to roll out of the ring. Hopkins notices first, but as he turns to follow, Christian Kane hits a Falling Shoulder Neckbreaker!

Beckett: Logan’s getting back up at ringside... looks like he and Parker are regrouping.

Nailz: They aren’t the only ones.

Anthony Bailey rolls into the ring as Christian Kane covers Hopkins!

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Beckett: AHHH! What the hell are they doing!?

The crowd is going wild as M&M slide into the ring, hitting every single competitor in the ring with steel chairs! Christian Kane, Kaylyn James Evans, and Jair Hopkins are all driven to the ground. Aubrey and Logan toss the chairs from the ring and glare down at the opposition... until Aubrey notices one person unaccounted for.

Nailz: They forgot about-

Aubrey is grabbed from behind and tossed from the ring, to the outside. She crashes to the barricade and Anthony Bailey turns, blocking a Stryke Force from Logan Alexander and hits a Snap DDT! Bailey drags Jair Hopkins back toward his corner and tags himself in eagerly. He makes a dash for Christian Kane and makes the cover!

Beckett: He’s taking advantage-

Nailz: Of a mistake M&M made!

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Beckett: Christian Kane kicks out!

Aubrey J. Parker crawls back into the ring, watching as Logan crawls across the apron to the tag corner. She observes the competitors inside and watches anxiously as Bailey sets his eyes on Parker. He walks toward her, calmly, and motions for her to come forward and lock up. Parker looks around... everybody has resumed their position, and Kane is down. She runs toward Bailey and goes to slap him- but he counters and brings her across his knee rib-first. Parker is thrown to her hands and knees and coughs in pain. Bailey sighs and hits the ropes, nailing a Springboard DDT! The crowd groans from the impact and Parker doesn’t look to know where she is... crawling for the ropes. Logan holds his hand out, just a few feet away, glaring at Anthony Bailey the entire time. Bailey lifts Parker up once more and mutters something to her, shaking his head...

And Aubrey J. Parker delivers a vicious Low Blow! Bailey falls against her, before falling to his knees. Aubrey J. Parker rolls back to her corner, reaching out a hand to tag in Logan Alexander. Logan enters to a huge ovation from the crowd and walks past Bailey, toward Christian Kane-

DARKNESS

Nailz: What-

The crowd immediately begins to boo loudly.

Beckett: Where are our lights?! Boss?

The lights flicker on, momentarily, and the crowd boos loudly as we see Meltdown competitor, Robina Hood inside the ring with Nathaniel Havok at her side! Logan Alexander has already been thrown to the ground, and Bailey is being hoisted into Havok’s arms...

DARKNESS

There is no light aside from the occasional camera bulbs for a few seconds, and our lights flicker back on. However, Anthony Bailey has fought his way out of a Reverse Neckbreaker attempt from Nathaniel Havok, Aubrey J. Parker shoves Robina Hood off of Logan Alexnader, immediately chasing her into the crowd!

Nailz: Was that-?

Beckett: Nathaniel Havok and Robina Hood from Monday Night Meltdown!

Nailz: Sienna Harrison’s frien-- WHERE did Sienna Harrison go!?

Anthony Bailey goes for a Clothesline- but Nathaniel Havok disappears and exits the ring as well! Bailey turns around, and Christian Kane goes to blast him with the SSK-

Beckett: SUPER SEXY KICK!

Bailey side-steps the maneuver however and hits Christian Kane with a Clothesline! Kane goes to the ground and Bailey looks over his shoulder, capturing KJE with an elbow to the jaw before she can interfere... and Jair Hopkins hits her with a knee to the ribs, followed by a Lifting DDT!

Nailz: They put KJE down!

Aubrey J. Parker and Logan Alexander watch curiously on the inside as the Dying Breed capture Christian Kane with a Double Suplex- which culminates with Bailey going to the outside. He nails a Frog Splash, and then Jair Hopkins hits the ropes and nails a Lionsault Double Foot Stomp! Christian Kane is crushed, and without having to invite them- M&M swarm the ring!

Nailz: Here we go!

Parker goes right after Hopkins, but he's tossed overhead with a Back Body Drop! Logan has more success with Bailey, and is able to drive him to the mat with a Lariat! Bailey climbs to his feet and Logan hits a Half Nelson Suplex! He turns his attention to Hopkins, but Hopkins nails a running Dropkick to his face! Logan stumbles back into the corner and Hopkins hits the Stinger Splash! He hits Logan in the midsection and goes to hit the Lifting Inverted DDT on him-

Nailz: He's got him tight-

But Logan drops down and counters with a Northern Lights Suplex! He notices that Hopkins isn't the legal man, and stops as Anthony Bailey makes his way toward Logan, but it seems to already be too late! Bailey grabs a hold of Logan's head and runs for the turnbuckles, performing a backflip, going for the Reverse DDT-!

Beckett: Anthony Bailey with the WORD OF PROMISE!

Before Bailey can complete the maneuver, however, Aubrey J. Parker captures his legs! Logan maintains the position and immediately, they drop Anthony Bailey down with a Stryke Force!

Nailz: MY GOD!

Beckett: Where the fffrick did Aubrey J. Parker come from?

Parker drops down from exhaustion, and Logan makes the cover!

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Nailz: She's down!

Logan climbs to his feet and Hopkins kicks him in the midsection, driving his knee into his ribs for momentum and lifts him up, planting him with the same!

Beckett: Logan is down!

Christian Kane returns to his feet, out of nowhere, and hits one more fateful SUPER SEXY KICK, blasting Jair Hopkins under the chin! Hopkins crumbles to the mat and the crowd roars...

...and then Christian Kane is rolled up from behind by Anthony Bailey!

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The crowd goes wild as “The World is Yours” blares through the PA system and Bailey climbs to his knees, a grin on his face as he holds his hands out to accept the Tag Team Title belts.

Tony Ferrarri: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS... AND NEW APW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, Jair Hopkins... Anthony Bailey... THE DYING BREED!!!

Nailz: I can’t believe what I just saw!

Beckett: They did it! Despite interference from Meltdown, the Dying Breed prevailed with a hell of a finish!

Nailz: We’re never gonna hear the end of this from AJP.

Christian and Kaylyn embrace outside to a standing ovation from Toronto, Canada but Christian and Kaylyn both dismiss them, walking away. Both of them glare at Parker and Kaylyn points to her, motioning that it isn't over. Aubrey simply stares at Kaylyn and points to the Suicidal Championship, but angrily turns to the ring instead, where the members of the Dying Breed hold the Tag Team Titles above their heads. Parker shakes her head and turns to Logan, who is regaining composure, but looks up at the members of the Dying Breed with a look of understanding in his eyes.

Logan mutters something to her and nods. The two of them slide from the ring... and Logan hops the barricade, into the screaming crowd!

Nailz: What a story! The Dying Breed just handed Logan Alexander his first loss in Canada! M&M has failed in Toronto for the first time!

Beckett: But Logan is leaving with his city. I almost respect that, kind of.

Logan makes his way up the stands, slapping the hands of the fans in Toronto, Aubrey following behind as they make their way through the audience. Aubrey continues to look over her shoulder, glaring at the new Tag Team Champions, who celebrate to the audience with their titles. We cut away from the scene.

We're backstage once again with Keaton Saint who has been around the block during the broadcast. As the camera brings him into view we see that he is engaged in conversation with "The Silver Lining" Roy Speede, someone who is lacking an official Rasslemania payday to make his own. Speede is more animated than Saint and his eagerness seems to be having an effect as Saint has loosened up since his last appearance dealing with Reaver. The two men continue to talk as the camera moves in closer to pick up the details of their conversation.

Roy Speede: Like I was saying, it's important that I'm here.

Keaton Saint: This might come out the wrong way but wouldn't you be better off soaking all this in from the fan perspective?

Roy Speede: It's already a problem that I'm not on the card, the BIGGEST event of the year and I'm not on the pre-show.

Keaton Saint: That's not to say you're not good.

Roy Speede: I know that, I know just how good I am. That's what I'm trying to say, tonight for me is about making sure that no matter what happens tonight I am still going to be a presence afterwards.

Keaton Saint: And more importantly you're going to be fresh.

Roy Speede: It's a shame, a massive shame that I'm not on the show but you know what I'm going to say to that?

Keaton Saint: That every cloud has a silver lining?

Roy Speede: Close but not close enough. I'm not here to sit back and let things happen, I'll set the stage right now and say that next year I will do something big at Rasslemania.

Voice: Ha ha ha!

The camera pans a bit to reveal the imposing figure of the Undisputed Champion, Terry Marvin.

Terry Marvin: Take a hike, you won't be able to match up to the absolute pinnacle of this place.

Roy Speede: I'm fresh, you're fresh. I'd beat you right now if that's what you're asking for.

Terry Marvin: You think I'd actually waste my time on you? Some excuse that decided he'd sneak backstage and meet his most comparable failure in THIS sack of crap. Some of us actually have something to do tonight, you can go home.

Roy Speede: You gonna try and make me? Not likely.

Speede motions as if he's ready to take on the perceived pinnacle of APW when Saint steps in between the two of them and looks directly at Speede.

Keaton Saint: I don't want to be the one saying this, but leave this for another time. He's just here to get to me.

Roy Speede: And you expect me to take that?

Keaton Saint: I'm not going to tell you what to do but I will say that if you want to make good on your promise, fighting a champion right before the biggest match he has isn't a good way to make yourself heard.

Terry Marvin: He's just trying to make sure I don't make you lose an eyeball.

Keaton Saint: You can bloody well shut up, I don't have any reason to stop Speede and yet here I am doing the right thing because you forgot how to.

Terry Marvin: Let him fight, I'd send him home so fast he wouldn't know which bone was broken first.

Saint turns to Speede.

Keaton Saint: Just don't rise to it, not when you've made a promise to yourself. Now is not the time.

Roy Speede: I'm this close to going past you, but I'm not there yet.

Keaton Saint: Thanks.

Speede turns on his heel and walks away, ignoring the taunts of Terry Marvin as he exits the view of the camera.

Terry Marvin: Maybe you can tell your family you met a real wrestler!

Keaton Saint: Is this what you're resorting to now?

Terry Marvin: I'm only doing what you can't.

Keaton Saint: I really thought that there was some form of chance that maybe, just maybe you'd see what you were doing and you would back away from whatever kind of beast you've become.

Terry Marvin: Greatest Overdrive champion of all time, GREATEST Undisputed Champion since the dawn of time and that's not all. Remember Survive & Conquer?

Keaton Saint: Does this feel that good to you?

Terry Marvin: You have no idea how great it feels to be able to stand here and tell you just how much better I've ALWAYS been. Nobody knows you were even in Survive & Conquer Saint, I won the damn thing. I made the mark and you just stood there and took it, just like you always have.

Keaton Saint: That's real nice, but you want the truth of the situation. I'll gladly give it to you.

Terry Marvin: Oh please drop whatever gospel you have, it's just as much of a lie as you are.

Keaton Saint: Nobody, not even me will deny you the fact that you've gone and done some of the greatest things this place or any other has ever seen.

Terry Marvin: Well finally you're seeing some sense.

Keaton Saint: I'm not done.

Terry Marvin: You should be, it's not nice to say mean things about your superiors.

Keaton Saint: Call it what you want, but from where I stand I see a man who people are waiting to see fall. I see a man who people, who the fans of this great sport are waiting to see tumble and then constantly fail to ever reach the height he got to the first time. They want you gone Terry, they want you ousted and hung for the example that you are.

Terry Marvin: THEY can want whatever they like, I won't be giving it to them.

Keaton Saint: You don't have to, you're facing someone tonight who can take it away from you. Remember last year when you did what you did?

Terry Marvin: When I made you quit to the joyous applause of everyone who actually knows who to support. I remember perfectly.

Keaton Saint: Even now you won't admit it, that's fine. When CJ takes that damn title from you I'll be front and centre cheering him on, you get beaten and someone who actually handles themselves with pride actually gets the chance to clear up your mess.

Terry Marvin: Clear up what mess? I've done more for Overdrive than you can even imagine, I boosted the numbers watching and I AM the sole reason why anyone wants to be involved in APW. You're just a cheap imitation with your plastic belt and your ignorance in the face of your own failure.

Keaton Saint: I won't be losing.

Terry Marvin: Just like you weren't supposed to lose last year? Get over yourself. The world belongs to me, this title belongs to me, I am Undisputed and you're just underwhelming.

Keaton Saint: Just you wait for the night to end Terry, I'll be unbeaten.

Terry Marvin: I wouldn't bet on that.

Marvin smirks and taps his title before poking at Saint's World Heavyweight Championship before laughing as he leaves the view of the camera. Saint is left shaking his head as he watches Marvin leave before something piques his interest.

Keaton Saint: Hey you.

Saint points to the cameraman.

Keaton Saint: Come here, how long have you been there for?

The cameraman nods in response to some off-camera motion Saint makes.

Keaton Saint: So you saw all of that. That's fine, that's quite good actually. You see, here's the thing about tonight.

Saint pauses and takes a breath.

Keaton Saint: Tonight for me was supposed to be about taking in the moment for myself, I became the World Heavyweight Champion because I was given the opportunity I have been clamouring for. But that opportunity did not end with Phil Atken, it continues now and the longer I keep this is the longer I prove just how much I've put into the sport that I love. I came to APW in 2012 and I have been a witness to such history making events that it's been hard to absorb all of it, Terry Marvin started his path by defeating me last year in a match I should never have lost.

Saint shakes his head.

Keaton Saint: The history books state that I lost a match I never quit in. The truth that I know and the truth that I bring with me tonight is that I have never quit in my life, I have always carried on. Terry Marvin is right in saying that his reign has been one of the greatest to ever happen in APW, but his reign is coming closer to an end. eventually he'll reach the point where he can't do anything but quit. I have never quit, my body has been shattered and my mind is picking up the pieces from the last Asylum but I am still here, I am still standing for a reason. The Saint of Wrestling, of Asylum and of the Pillars marches on.

Saint smiles as he directs the camera to his side.

Keaton Saint: In that direction is where I have to go. But tonight I'm going there not just to be a witness to events but to make history of my own. I may be a champion, but I am still challenging the definition of what that means. Tonight I win the World Heavyweight Championship all over again when I show Michael Callahan just what the Dragonslayer can actually do.

Saint taps the camera with his finger.

Keaton Saint: What I want you to do is be there with me, everyone here and watching at home. I aspire to be your champion, the one who knows that this title is the gift of the support of those who adore this sport just as much as I do. Callahan wants to control the world, I want to free it. Terry Marvin wants to take every moment away from you and I want to share it. Tonight I make history by facing Michael Callahan and when I show him the depth of the Patron Saint of Wrestling, we will see who the better man really is.

[President Jeff]

The camera opens up backstage where Shayne West can be seen standing next to SCW Wrestler, and Visionary Wrestling Incorporated Commentator, Mr. SureShot, Sam Strachon.

Shane West: I’m here with former SCW Hardcore champion, the current holder of the SureShot briefcase, and the manager of the Sindicate, Sam Strachon. Good evening, Sam.

Strachon: it’s great to be here, Shane. It’s a huge night. The crowd is killer. It’s positively electric. The action’s been great, and it’s only going to get better because the Sindicate has yet to hit the ring.

Shane West: Well the question on everyone’s mind is why are you managing the Sindicate? What do they need you for?

Strachon: Well let’s get one thing straight, Shane. They don’t need me. Terry Marvin and Level One are two immensely talented individuals. If I wasn’t here they’d still be megastars. I’m not here to help them make a name for themselves. They’ve done that already. But they do get something out of me, and that’s because I have a very particular set of skills. I’m here to make sure that the Sindicate finally gets the respect they deserve.

Shane West: I think they get plenty of-

Strachon: Respect? Seriously. Maybe they get that respect from places like Code Red Wrestling. But not here. Here people love to boo them. And for what? Terry Marvin and Level One do nothing but win and the so called fans seem to hate them for it. Terry Marvin is the Undisputed Champion. The Sindicate just represented APW proudly and won the Visionary Wrestling Incorporated Tag Team Championships. They’re conquering heroes who should be treated with adoration not distain. Terry won Survive and Conquer. He beat ninety-nine other people. Where were his cheers?

Shane West: He threw, Sally Talfourd off the top of the cell.

Sam grabs Shane’s shoulder.

Strachon: Do me a favor and don’t lie to me, Shane. People love that stuff. They eat it up. It’s the entire reason they come to events like this, the blood, the violence. But some people are such wonderfully trained monkeys that because Terry Marvin is the “bad guy” when he does it they boo him. If it was the other way around Sally Talfourd would get a Holy Shit chant and the roof would have been blown off the building from the applause. And let me ask you something.

Shane West: Uh… sure.

Strachon: What if he had let Sally Talfourd be? What if he had climbed that ladder and she managed to roll over and topple the ladder sending him crashing down and then off the cell. Terry Marvin could have died. His career would have been over. Would have cheered then?

Shane West: Well….

Strachon: But that didn’t happen because Terry Marvin takes no chances. He took Sally Talfourd off the board and protected himself because Terry Marvin is smart. That’s why he won Survive and Conquer. That’s why he’s the Undisputed Champion, and that’s why he’s going to beat CJ Gates tonight.

Shane West: What about you, Sam? What do you get out of this relationship?

Strachon: Get it through your head, Shane. This is not about me. Any other night it might be about Mr. SureShot, about the man who will be SCW Global Champion, but it’s not. Tonight is about the Sindicate just like every other APW should be because I don’t care if you’re on Overdrive, Asylum, or Meltdown. The Sindicate IS the mountaintop. Level One is going to tear through Biggs inside Hell in a Cell tonight. I’d say he’s going to steal the show, but Terry Marvin’s in the main event. That man is called the Real Show for a reason. He’s going to put on an absolute clinic with CJ Gates. It’ll be a wrestling match people will be talking about for years to come. If you’re lucky enough to procreate, your grandchildren will be hearing about how great Terry Marvin was tonight, and in the end he will still be the Undisputed Champion.

Shane West: Well I guess we’re done here.

Strachon: You’re damn right we are. I want to focus on watching the Sindicate kick ass.

Shane West: Back to you at ringside.

At the top of the Entrance ramp, a red carpet is set up with Tony Ferarri standing on the stage

Tony: Please welcome at this time, the APW HALL OF FAME CLASS OF 2013

The Hall of Fame music plays and out comes first, Chris Cyrus. Chris comes out and stands on the red carpet, waving at the fans. Next, James Chambers walks out. He stands next to Chris and waves to the crowd. And finally, out comes Pence Weatherlight, he stands next to James and waves to the crowd. The Toronto fans give the 3 Hall of Famers a standing ovation

From the time keeper’s area, ring announcer Tony Ferrari makes the announcement for the next match of the evening.

Ferrari: The following contest is the Hell-in-a-Cell match, scheduled for one fall!

The fans cheer at the top of their lungs as the arena lights go out and the 5-ton steel structure descends from the rafters as ominous music begins to play. Spotlights focus on the Cell as it’s lowered to surround the ring.

Harvey: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for one of the most anticipated matches on tonight’s card, it’s time for Level-One versus Biggs, Hell-in-a-Cell.

Chase: There has certainly been no love loss between these two over the years, and tonight, it all comes to a head. Two men will enter, only one man will leave victorious!

A fan in the front row screams loudly as the Cell touches the ground, surrounding the ring, with just about six inches between its outer wall and the barricade. The fans are in a fever pitch as the ring crew makes sure the structure is securely in place.

Ferrari: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome The Killers!

The camera pans to the stage, where on the right side, the band’s instruments are set up. The Killers take the stage to loud cheers from the Toronto fans.

Brandon Flowers: How are you doing folks? We’re The Killers, by way of fabulous Las Vegas, and we’re here tonight at RassleMania IX to play our friend Biggs out to the ring!

There are more cheers from the fans as The Killers start to play “Flesh and Bone.”



As the song swells to the chorus, Biggs finally makes his entrance to thunderous applause from the crowd! He’s wearing a bright white ring jacket, with blue rhinestone accents, and the feathers on his jacket are made out of blue LED lights that flash in tune with the song! Even Biggs’ white trunks and boots are adorned with blue rhinestones, glittering brightly as the lights hit them. Blue laser lights shoot all throughout the Rogers Center, and Biggs sings along with the song as he heads down the ramp, slapping fives with the fans as he goes along.

Ferrari: Making his way to the ring first, from Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 217 pounds, he is “The Spaceman,” Biggs!

Harvey: The last time Biggs fought Level-One in a one-on-one contest, he had The Killers play him out to the ring then! Could he be doing it again for good luck?

Chase: If I know Biggs, and believe me, I do, he doesn’t believe in luck. He just loves to make a grand entrance!

As Biggs reaches the Cell itself, he grabs a hold of the side, shaking it a bit before stepping through the door and entering Hell-in-a-Cell.

Chase: Just look at Biggs’ eyes, they tell a big story heading into this match-up! You can tell he’s nervous. You can tell he might even be just a bit afraid! This is his first Hell-in-a-Cell Match, and considering that he’s going up against a man with plenty of experience inside the Cell in Level-One, this could be a long night for the Spaceman!

Harvey: Biggs knew what he was getting himself into when he agreed to take this match with Level-One. He has every reason to be nervous. But then again, so does Level-One!

Biggs mounts the top turnbuckle as The Killers finish their song. Biggs gives them a brief wave as they exit the stage.

Chase: And now we await the arrival of Toronto’s own, Level-One!

‘’Almost famous’’ by Eminem starts to play but after several seconds the music cuts out.



‘’Oh Canada’’ by Classified hits the PA system instead as the home town applause gives a huge applause to their favorite antihero as he walks out from the back wearing his old school 2007 face mask – instead of all black however, it’s red and white like his country’s flag.

Tony Farrari: Introducing next, he is the FORMER two Time True experts champion. He is the FORMER four time undisputed champion! He is the current holder of the billion dollar briefcase and one half of the visionary tag team champions. Weighing in at 278 pounds from… TORONTO, ONTARIO, CANADA… HE IS LEVEL-ONE!

Harvey: For anyone confused about Level-One’s reception – this is quite possibly the only place this man is well liked on planet earth.

Chase: This entrance isn’t as fancy as usual but I suspect it’s because Level-One means business.

He walks heads down the ramp and eyes Biggs inside the ring but before he enters he stops at the ramp and holds a finger up in the air.

Tony Ferrari: And now presenting Level-One’s special guest… CANADA'S OWN... JUSTIN BIEBER!

Harvey: What?

The crowd boos louder than ever.

Chase: Way to turn the fans against you, Level- One!

Justin Bieber comes running out from the back to accompany Level-One to the ring and approaches Level-One for a high five… instead, Level-One nails the kid with a clothesline and then continues to walk towards the ring.

And the crowd cheers, again!

Harvey: And now we’re back to loving Level-One again for those keeping score!

Chase: I guess it really is the end of the celebrity status era, Level-One means business and he’s here to wrestle the match of his life.

The stage hands drag Justin Bieber out of the arena as Level-One approaches the steel cell structure. He grabs the fence and shakes it back and forth before deciding that it is indeed sturdy enough to throw Biggs body into. Level-One steps into the cell door as it’s slammed and locked shut behind him – he orders the referee to keep Biggs back as he rolls under the bottom rope and climbs up the top turn buckle running his hands across his waist, telling the world that he’ll be champion again.

Harvey: Oh, I am so giddy right now! It’s Level-One Vs. Biggs in a hell in a cell match and it’s bound to blow you away!

Chase: I already got my popcorn buttered, Harvey! I’d be surprised if this wasn’t an instant classic.

With both men inside the Cell, the referees on the outside chain the door shut, and close the padlock, trapping the men inside. The referee calls for the bell, DING! DING! DING!



As the bell rings, the action starts fast and furious with Level-One and Biggs meeting in the center of the ring, trading blows back and forth with the ferocity one would expect from a feud as bitter as theirs. After a few shots back and forth, Level-One gets a huge right hand in that sends Biggs staggering a bit, allowing Level-One to whip behind the smaller competitor and hoist him up in an Gut Wrench, and slam him face first into the mat! L1 follows up with a few hard stomps to the midsection before pulling Biggs up and backing him into the ropes. He gives Biggs a couple of Forearm Shivers to the face before attempting to Irish Whip him, but Biggs reverses it! Biggs drops to the mat as Level-One rebounds, and then Leap Frogs Level-One on the next go round. Level-One hits the ropes for a third time, and drills Biggs with a hard Shoulder Tackle, taking the Spaceman down! As Biggs tries to push himself back up to his feet, Level-One is right there with some hard shots to the side of the head, and as Biggs is dazed, Level-One forcefully yanks him back up to his feet, pulling him into a Side Headlock!

Chase: This match has been all Level-One in the early goings, and he’s really pacing himself, trying to wear Biggs down with moves that don’t expend too much energy for Level-One, but nonetheless punishes his opponent!

Harvey: The referee should really get in there and make sure that Level-One isn’t choking him!

Chase: Even if he was, it’s perfectly legal inside Hell-in-a-Cell!

Biggs is giving Level-One some punches to the side, trying to break free as Level-One wrenches his head. Biggs gets enough leverage to try and shove Level-One off, but before he can get any separation, Level-One gets a handful of hair, and drags Biggs right back into the Side Headlock! Biggs continues to try and fight his way out, giving L1 a few more punches to the side, and tries shoving him off once more, only for Level-One to get a handful of hair again, pulling Biggs back in! This time, Level-One gets down to one knee, and continues to try and smother Biggs with the headlock.

Chase: Who would have thought that coming into this match, we would see it start off with technically sound wrestling!? I thought for sure these two would be so apt to try and kill each other, that they’d go balls to the wall from the get go!

Harvey: Well if you consider hair pulling to be sound, technical wrestling, then I guess you’re right. Still, both of these men are smart enough to know what got them to the level that they’re each at, and it isn’t brawling, it’s their wrestling ability! The match is still young, I’m sure that mayhem will soon ensue!

After a few moments, Level-One gets up from one knee, and releases the Headlock, grabbing a hold of Biggs’ hair and violently slamming him backwards into the mat! There’s a sizable portion of the crowd booing Level-One’s tactics for the beginning stages of the match, but he heeds them no attention, stomping Biggs repeatedly as the Spaceman tries to roll to the corner. Biggs reaches the turnbuckle, and starts to pull himself up, prompting Level-One to charge right in! Biggs just barely dodges the attempted Clothesline in the corner, and Level-One clutches his sternum in pain as Biggs gets behind him to Clip him at the Knees!

As Biggs has the big man down to one knee, he gets a running start towards the opposite ropes, and gives Level-One a Front Feet Dropkick to the back of the head! With Level-One down, Biggs quickly hops out onto the ring apron, and looks to go for a Slingshot Flipping Leg Drop, but Level-One rolls out of the way! Both men are to their feet at roughly the same time, but Level-One gets the advantage, Irish Whipping Biggs towards the ropes! On the way back, however, Level-One telegraphs a Backbody Drop, and Biggs puts on the breaks, kicking his leg up and nailing Level-One right in the chest! Biggs follows up with a couple more stiff kicks to the Midsection before grabbing a hold of Level-One’s head and delivering a quick DDT! Biggs knows it’s far too early to attempt a pinfall, so instead, he gives Level-One a few stiff kicks to the ribs before pulling him back up to a vertical base. Biggs goes to whip Level-One towards the ropes, but Level-One keeps a hold of Biggs’ arm, and pulls him in for a Flipping Clothesline that practically turns Biggs inside out!

Chase: What a devastating Clothesline from Level-One right there! Biggs has got to be feeling at least a little bit loopy after that one!

After a couple of stomps, Level-One pulls Biggs up by the head, and whips him hard into the corner! Level-One goes for another Running Clothesline, but Biggs grabs a hold of the top ropes with both hands, and jumps up, driving both of his Knees into the face of Level-One! As Level-One gets turned around, briefly dazed, Biggs pulls himself up into a seated position on the top rope, but before he can respond, Level-One turns right around and shoves him off the top rope to the arena floor! Biggs falls hard onto the mat, and rolls back first into the side of the Cell!

Chase: Looks like we’re about to get our first taste of the Cell in this match-up!

Harvey: Biggs is in trouble early on in this match!

Level-One is quick to follow Biggs outside of the ring, and he pulls the Spaceman up to a seated position, propping him up against the wall of the Cell. He then places his boot into the throat of Biggs, grabbing the Cell as he does so!

Harvey: Level-One doesn’t want this one going long at all! He’s trying to choke Biggs out!

Indeed, Biggs’ face is looking an interesting shade of purple as Level-One continues to press his boot into the Adam’s apple of the smaller competitor! Biggs is kicking his feet, and has a wild eyed look on his face as he tries desperately to break out, but to no avail! As Biggs’ legs stop kicking, Level-One relents, and proceeds to stomp a mudhole into Biggs, bringing him all the way down on the mat. He then mounts the Spaceman, launching a volley of stiff shots the forehead, just pummeling Biggs, giving him no chance to respond. After about a dozen shots, Level-One pulls Biggs up by the hair, slamming him back first into the Cell before bouncing his head off the ring apron and rolling him back in. He slides in himself, and mockingly puts a single boot on Biggs’ chest, going for a cover, 1
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Biggs gets his shoulder up!

Harvey: It’s going to take a lot more than that for Level-One to put Biggs away!

Chase: I’m sure he’s well aware of that. But what Level-One is doing here is making a statement! He’s telling Biggs that he’s going to be the one to dictate the pace of the match. He’s telling Biggs that he’s in complete control!

Level-One shows no signs of frustration over Biggs kicking out, instead walking over to Biggs’ legs, splitting them in a wishbone pattern, and stomping him right in the nuts! A rather sizable section of Biggs supporters in the crowd boos this action, and the ref just stands there, unable to do anything! Biggs is coughing quite a bit as he holds his jollies in pain, which allows Level-One to pull him by the hair.

Once he has Biggs up to a vertical base, he whips him hard into the ropes, catching him with a High Knee to the midsection on the rebound, sending Biggs flipping end over end, and back to the mat! Level-One talks some trash talk to the downed Biggs before kicking him right in the side of the head! He goes for another cover, 1
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Harvey: Level-One is just keeping the pressure up, not giving Biggs any time to recover!

Chase: This Is exactly what Level-One wants to be doing at this point of the match. He’s wearing Biggs down, and making him expend precious energy every time he’s forcing him to kick out! He hasn’t made much use of the Cell yet, but he hasn’t really needed to!

Level-One continues to absolutely smother Biggs, pulling him up by the hair, and hoisting him onto his shoulders. From here, Lester just presses Biggs up and drops him right in front himself, running to the ropes and nailing Biggs with a Short Dropkick to the ribs! Biggs gets rolled beneath the ropes, and as he begins to pull himself up on the apron, Level-One gets a running start and nails him with a Running Big Boot, launching Biggs face first into the side of the Cell! The fans wince as Biggs falls sickeningly to the floor below!

Chase: This has just been an absolute mugging of Biggs at the hands of Level-One so far! Biggs hasn’t been able to get any semblance of sustained offense at all!

Harvey: He really hasn’t. If Biggs wants to have any chance at being able to win this match, he needs to be able to find some way to counter the brutality of Level-One!

Level-One takes his time following Biggs to the outside, stepping out onto the ring apron and appealing to the fans before hopping down to join Biggs on the floor. Biggs is curled up in the fetal position next to the Cell wall, and Level-One gives him a couple of more hard kicks to the ribs before reaching down and beginning to pull Biggs up. On the way up, however, Biggs gets a hold of Level-One’s waistband, and pulls down hard, driving Level-One face first into the steel! As Level-One tries to shake the cobwebs, Biggs uses the Cell to pull himself back up to his feet, and takes a few steps back from his adversary. Biggs measures up Level-One, before rushing in for a Running High Knee! However, Level-One counters by grabbing Biggs around the throat and lifting him up for a vicious Choke Slam to the arena floor!

Chase: How often do we see the Chokeslam from Level-One!? Not very!

Harvey: It seems that any time Biggs tries to get any sort of offense going against Level-One, the big man always has an answer for it!

Level-One pulls Biggs up by the hair and rolls him back into the ring, sliding in behind him. He goes for the cover, 1
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Chase: Had Level-One just covered Biggs outside of the ring, he would have had Biggs beat right there!

Harvey: I don’t think there’s enough room outside the ring for Level-One to go for the cover!

Level-One mounts Biggs again, pummeling him some more before grabbing an hold of his head and dragging him back up to his feet. Level-One gives Biggs a hard whip towards the turnbuckle, and follows him. As Biggs reaches the corner, he gets both hands on the top rope, and pushes himself up, trying to catch Level-One for some sort of Headscissors, but Level-One sees it coming and steps to the side, lifting his knee to drive it into the midsection of The Spaceman! Biggs holds his midsection in pain as Level-One grabs the center rope and begins to knee Biggs in the side repeatedly, causing him to roll beneath the ropes and fall to the floor below!

Harvey: Level-One has really put a hurting on the midsection of Biggs in this match-up. That’s certainly going to come into play as this match wears on!

Chase: It certainly is. Not only is it going to make it harder and harder for Biggs to be able to kick out, but it’s also going to inhibit his breathing! A smart, smart gameplan from Level-One, executed to perfection thus far!

Level-One steps out onto the apron, waiting for Biggs to start to make his way to his feet, before launching off and nailing Biggs right between the eyes with a Double Axe Handle! Biggs looks to be out of it as Level-One grabs him beneath the armpits and presses him right into the Cell wall, his feet a good two feet of the ground! Level-One then sticks his left arm into the throat of Biggs, pinning him against the Cell, suspended in the air, while he uses his right hand to deliver some vicous Uppercuts to the midsection of Biggs!

”You’re done, Biggs! You’re done!” Level-One yells as he continues to beat down on the Spaceman. Biggs’ feet are kicking frantically, but there’s little he can do but glare angrily at Level-One as his face gets more and more red! Level-One releases the choke hold, allowing Biggs to fall limply to the floor, and gives him a few more hard kicks to the ribs!

Harvey: This is just getting hard to watch. I don’t think Biggs was expecting this when he signed up for this match!

Chase: Well, some nights, the other guy just has your number. Tonight, Level-One has Biggs’ number!

Level-One has an incredibly confident look in his eyes as he walks to the legs of Biggs, grabbing a hold of them, and catapulting Biggs right towards the Cell! But Biggs pulls of a Spider-Man grab on the Cell wall, and before Level-One has a chance to even stand up, Biggs jumps off to nail him with an Elbow Drop right to the heart! Biggs is quick to mount Level-One, and gives him a series of fists and elbows of his own, before grabbing Level-One by the sides of his head, and bouncing the back of his head up and down off the arena floor! The fans are coming back to life as Biggs climbs the Cell again, and delivers another Elbow Drop right to the heart of the big man!

Biggs manages to pull Level-One back up to his feet, and rams his head into the Cell, holding it there and scrapping it across the steel chainlink! Biggs draws first blood, and rams Level-One’s head into the Cell once more before rolling him back into the ring! With Level-One laid out on the inside, Biggs hops up onto the apron, and slingshots himself onto the top rope, jumping off for a Springboard Shooting Star Press! He hooks both the legs of Level-One, 1
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Harvey: Biggs is getting back into this thing! We might just have a fight on our hands, instead of a beat down!

Biggs tries to press his advantage, rolling Level-One onto his belly, and hooking his arms into a Double Underhook. Biggs then proceeds to deliver a series of Ultimate Knee Strikes to the crown of Level-One’s head, seven of them in quick succession! As Level-One is dazed, Biggs floats over onto his back, and applies the Camel Clutch! He maintains control of the clutch with his right arm, while using his left to give Level-One some Crossface Forearms right into his bloody forehead!

Chase: We’ve seen that Level-One’s been targeting Biggs’ midsection so far this match, but Biggs has decided to focus on the head of his opponent! There’s a distinct size difference between the two, and if Biggs get find a way to get Level-One knocked silly, well, that would make up for the size difference in a hurry!

Harvey: Also, Biggs’ offense so far has been focused on keeping Level-One grounded. Everyone’s relatively the same height when they’re laid out on the mat!

After about half-a-dozen Crossface Forearms, Level-One begins to push himself up, and wraps his arms around Biggs’ legs, getting up to his feet with Biggs still on his back! Level-One goes to fall back, but Biggs slips out of his grasp, causing Level-One to fall flat on his back on the mat! Biggs is quick to respond with a Standing Moonsault, going for another cover, 1
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Level-One launches Biggs up, pressing him off to break the count! Level-One is pissed at this point, and as Biggs uses the ropes to pull himself up, Level-One comes charging in! Biggs has the wherewithal to counter with a Drop Toe Hold, hanging Level-One up on the center rope! Biggs grabs a hold of the top rope and slingshots himself over, catching Level-One with a Slingshot Guillotine across the back of the neck! Level-One gets sprung off the ropes, and lands had backfirst on the mat, his head connectinging sickeningly with the mat! Biggs makes his way from the floor all the way to the top rope in a flash, and leaps off for the UFO Frog Splash, but Level-One gets his knees up, driving them into the chest of Biggs as he comes flying down! Both men are laid out on the mat as the fans watch on eagerly!

Harvey: We’re essentially at a reset point in this match-up! Both men are down, and whomever reaches his feet first will be at a serious advantage!

Chase: I have to disagree with you, partner. Level-One has done much more damage to Biggs than Biggs has done to him, so this is hardly a reset point!

Biggs is up to his feet first, and as Level-One reaches a vertical base, Biggs is right there to take him down with a Running Forearm right to the face! Level-One gets back up to receive another Running Forearm! Biggs manages to chain together another three Running Forearms, and Level-One decides to roll outside of the ring to try and regroup after the fifth one. Biggs gives him no time at all, though, getting a running start and diving through the ropes with a Suicide Plancha, sending Level-One right into the Cell wall! A loud “BIGGS! BIGGS! BIGGS!” chant gets going.

Harvey: That was high risk-high reward for Biggs right there!

Chase: He’s darn lucky that Suicide Plancha paid off, otherwise, he would have flown head first right into the Cell!

Biggs is fired up by the string of offense he’s been able to get in, and he pulls Level-One up, giving him some hard body blows as he presses him up against the cage, finishing off his flurry with a hard European Uppercut! As Level-One is dazed up against the Cell wall, Biggs hops up onto the apron and jumps off, connecting with a Flying Knee right to the jaw that sends Level-One falling down to the floor! Biggs is quick to pull Level-One up and roll him into the ring, but rather than following him in, Biggs begins to rummage beneath the ring. The fans pop as he emerges with a moderately sized stuffed monkey, lifting it high in the air for all to see!

Chase: Level-One is not going to like this! I don’t like this!

Harvey: Well, Level-One has been calling Biggs the monkey on his back for months now, and it looks like Biggs is going have some fun at Level-One’s expense!

Biggs slides back into the ring, with the monkey in hand, and rolls Level-One onto his belly. Biggs then mounts Level-One, placing the monkey between his shoulder blades before unloading with a series of rights and lefts to the back of Level-One’s head! The big man tries to get his hands up to defend himself, but Biggs is attacking with such force that many of the shots get through Level-One’s defenses!

Chase: Now Level-One really does have a monkey on his back! This is a travesty!

Harvey: Biggs has been training at the Xtreme Couture Gym right here in Toronto, Cananda the past couple of weeks, working specifically on his striking game! It looks like that training is paying dividends, because Level-One literally has no defense for Biggs’ attacks right now!

There’s a fire and intensity in Biggs’ eyes, almost an animal like savagery, as he continues to pummel the living daylights out of the back of Level-One’s head! The ref can only watch on as Biggs transitions to Elbows and Forearm Shots to the back of Level-One’s noggin! The crowd is split between cheering and stunned silence.

Chase: I didn’t know that Biggs still had it in him! He’s flat out assaulting Level-One right now!

Biggs grits his teeth, and is breath heavy as he finally relents on Level-One, who appears to be out of it completely. He dismounts L1, and rolls him onto his back, holding the stuffed monkey on the chest of Level-One to go for a pin attempt!

Harvey: How’s this for adding insult to injury!?

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another kick out from Level-One! Biggs runs his hands through his hair, trying to hold back his frustration. As he goes to pull Level-One back to his feet, L1 responds with a hard shove, followed up with a lightning quick Pele Kick, catching Biggs right between the eyes! Biggs falls to the mat like a ton of bricks, and Level-One doesn’t even bother going for a cover. Instead, he goes over and picks up the stuffed monkey, ripping its head right off with his mouth! This draws cheers from Torontonian natives but also loud boos from the Biggs supporters in the crowd. Level-One then immediately goes back to Biggs, choking him with his right hand as he shoves the beheaded monkey in Biggs’ face with his left hand!

”You think this is some kind of joke, you little shit!? This isn’t a fucking joke!”

Chase: I told you it wasn’t smart of Biggs to introduce that stuffed monkey into this match! All that it’s served to do is piss Level-One off something fierce!

Harvey: I think Level-One was going to be pissed off anyways coming into this match! Still, you can easily feel the hatred between these two mega stars!

Level-One is absolutely livid as he continues to choke the life out of Biggs. Once the Spaceman goes limp, Level-One finally lets go of his throat, and pulls him up by the hair. He pulls him in position for a Powerbomb, giving him a couple of hard Clubbing Blows to the back before hoisting Biggs up. He then walks over to the ropes and launches Biggs, Powerbombing him into the side of the Cell! There’s an audible reaction from the crowd as Biggs falls about eight feet to the floor, and he’s a crumpled mess as Level-One steps out onto the apron, and hops down to the floor himself. He gives Biggs a few more punishing shots as he pulls him up to his feet and whips him hard shoulder first into the nearby steel steps!

Biggs screams out in pain, and clutches his left shoulder as Level-One wastes no time coming right in and punching the left shoulder socket again and again! Biggs has no defense for the assault being dealt to him, just taking it as Level-One has an almost sadistic glee plastered across his face. Level-One grabs a hold of Biggs’ head and left arm, and slams him backwards into the steps once more! Level-One kicks the top step off, and lays Biggs’ arm across it, giving him a couple of stomps to keep him down as he heads over to retrieve the top part of the steps. Level-One picks them up, and raises them high above his head.

Harvey: He’s going to break Biggs’ arm if he does this! Level-One isn’t looking to just win this match, he wants to take Biggs out of commission, perhaps for good!

Chase: And you’re surprised by this? Level-One has been saying all along how he wants to get rid of Biggs once and for all, and Hell-in-a-Cell gives him just that chance!

Harvey: The way I saw it, Level-One wanted Hell-in-a-Cell so as to prevent anyone from trying to make a claim on the bounty on his head!

Level-One brings the steel steps down towards Biggs, but luckily for the Spaceman, he pulls out just in time, and Level-One drives the top step into the steel! Level-One’s hands are stinging as he keeps a hold of the top steps, as Biggs gives the bottom steps a swift Dropkick, sending them into the shins of Level-One, causing him to fall forward into the steel steps in his hand! Level-One’s head snaps back violently as it connects with the steel, and Biggs is quick to capitalize, grabbing a hold of the top steps, and sliding them into the ring, before sliding Level-One in as well. As L1 is still dazed, Biggs pulls him up and gives him a hard Snap Suplex right onto the steps! Level-One arches his back in pain as Biggs rolls back out of the ring, going beneath it to pull out a Steel Chair!

Biggs slams the chair against the side of the Cell a couple of times to which earns him a few boos from the rabid opposition before rolling back into the ring with the chair in hand! Once in the ring, Biggs proceeds to nails Level-One in the chest again and again with the top of the chair, driving it right into his heart! Biggs then lays the chair out across the chest of Level-One as he’s still laid out on the steel steps. He then mounts the top turnbuckle, calling for the UFO Frog Splash! He leaps off and connects, but the force of the move, as well as the steel chair, causes Biggs to bounce off of Level-One, and fall to the mat!

Harvey: That might not have been the best idea for Biggs there. He may have hit Level-One with a big time maneuver, but with the amount of time it’s taken him to reach his opponent, the window for victory may have already shut.

Chase: I don’t know who was hurt more on that exchange, Biggs or Level-One!

Biggs clutches his chest in pain as he crawls towards the steps, and then up them to drape an arm over Level-One. In all, about 15 seconds have passed since Biggs hit with the UFO Frog Splash and the ref beginning his count, 1
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No! Level-One gets his shoulder up!

Harvey: Biggs took way to long attempting the cover there. He really needed to be able to cover Level-One right away there if he was hoping the end the match.

While Biggs looks up at the ref in disbelief, Level-One has the bearings to be able to roll out of the ring and regroup. Biggs just shakes his head as he makes his way to his feet, heading right over to the ropes. He grabs a hold of the top rope, going for a Slingshot Crossbody, but Level-One catches him in midair and violently whips him right around into the Cell!

Chase: So far, I’ve got to say that Level-One has been utilizing the Cell itself better between the two of them!

Harvey: Well it’s the experience factor. Level-One has been in this environment before, whereas this is Biggs’ first time inside Hell-in-a-Cell!

The brutality of the match is beginning to show on both men, but despite this, Level-One attacks Biggs ferociously, giving him another series of kicks and stomps to wear the Spaceman down. After about two dozen kicks to the kidneys and spine, Level-One pulls Biggs up by the hair, and begins to drag his face back and forth across the Cell!

Harvey: He’s grating his head like it’s a block of cheese!

Chase: Yeah, red, bloody cheese!

Indeed, Level-One has drawn blood and a sick smile comes across his face as he admires his handywork a bit before ramming Biggs’ head into the Cell once more! He then hoists Biggs up over one of his shoudlers, and marches around the perimeter of the ring a bit before launching Biggs face first into the Cell like a lawn dart! Biggs is out of it as Level-One rolls him up onto the apron, with his head hanging out over the floor. Level-One drives the point of his elbow into the open wound on Biggs’ forehead before giving him a rake across the eyes!

Biggs rolls back into the ring, holding his face in pain as Level-One calmly slides back in. Level-One stalks Biggs, like a lion stalking his prey, and as Biggs slowly makes his way back up, Level-One whips him hard into the corner! Level-One comes charging in with a devastating Body Splash, followed up with Level-One mounting the Turnbuckle to deliver 10 Punches to the forehead of Biggs. The Level-One fans in attendance count out with each blow!

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Biggs is on Dream Street as Level-One dismounts the turnbuckle, and as he does, he pulls Biggs in for a Stalling Suplex! Level-One holds Biggs high in the air, letting all the blood rush to his head, before walking over towards the Steel Steps still in the ring, and driving Biggs’ back right into them!

Harvey: He just broke his darn back!

There’s a look of deep satisfaction on the face of Level-One as he pulls Biggs off of the steps and goes for a cover, 1
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Biggs somehow gets his shoulder up! Level-One thought for sure he had Biggs at this juncture, and angrily holds three fingers up towards the ref. The referee just shakes his head no, reaffirming that it was only a two count. This sends Level-One into a rage, and from a seated position, he pulls Biggs up and begins bouncing his head off the steel steps again and again and again!

Chase: Remember Biggs’ history of concussions! This certainly isn’t helping matters!

Harvey: I know I said this earlier, but this is getting really hard to watch! It looks like Level-One is trying to straight up murder Biggs inside that Cell!

After the sixth shot to the steel steps, Level-One pulls Biggs down into a pinning predicament. The ref makes a count, 1
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Biggs gets his shoulder up again!

Harvey: Biggs just won’t die! Remember folks, this match isn’t about titles, it isn’t about who will get the #1 Contendership! It’s only pride on the line between these two!

Chase: I was thinking it was more the animosity that these two have for each other that’s driving them on!

Level-One pulls Biggs up, whipping him towards the ropes. Biggs leaps up, though, going for a Springboard Crossbody, but Level-One catches him in mid-air, and delivers a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker, driving Biggs’ back across his knee! He goes for the cover, hooking both legs, 1
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Biggs gets his shoulder up once more!

Harvey: What a beautiful counter by Level-One there, but what an even more amazing kick out from Biggs! What’s it going to take for one of these guys to win this match!?

Chase: At this point, I have no idea!

At this point, Level-One is beginning to show some signs of frustration, pounding his fists into the mat and cursing at the top of his lungs. He pulls Biggs up into a Gorilla Press position, and looks to launch him out to the Cell once more. However, Biggs slides down behind him, and gives him a hard Dropkick to the back, sending Level-One toppling over the ropes to the floor!

Harvey: A timely counter from Biggs right there. Level-One was about to toss him right back into that Cell yet again!

Biggs slides out to the arena floor, and measures up Level-One as he begins to make his way to his feet. Biggs rushes in, catching Level-One with a Running Knee Lift, and as he’s spun around, Biggs gets a hold of Level-One’s head and begins to run up the Cell going for the Bigg Time! However, as he’s in mid-flip, Level-One pulls him down over his shoulder, and drives him into the side of the Cell with a Modified Powerslam! He lets Biggs fall into a heap on the arena floor and takes a look at Johnny Chase and Darren Harvey outside the cell seated at the announcer tables!

Harvey: Uh – Oh! Level-One just looked at us out here and I think I wet my pants a little.

Chase: I think it was a part of Biggs strategy to try to keep this inside the cage and I think Level-One knows that too given Biggs experience inside these steel structures.

‘’Get up you son of a bitch!’’

Biggs doesn’t oblige quick enough so Level-One grabs Biggs by his hair and drags him towards the Cell door where he violently tosses the back of his skull into the steel mesh! Biggs bounces off the cage door and is met on the rebound with a big boot to his chest sending him back first into the steel cage hard! The impact has Biggs fall to his butt in a seated position helpless to defend the boot that crashes into his face as a result of it. The crowd recoils in horror as Biggs slowly slumps over to his side.

Harvey: I think Level-One’s intentions are clear right now – he’s trying to use Biggs as his human key to unlock that door.

Chase: I don’t know whose brilliant idea it was to lock it shut anyways, it’s what these fans have been waiting for!

Mockingly, Level-One takes a glance at his imaginary watch and decides he’s had enough waiting for Biggs to get back up so he lifts up to his feet, takes a few steps back and then launches him into the door for good measure but the crafty Biggs finds it in himself to walk up the cage door, float up and over Level-One and hit him with in his back with perfectly placed flying drop kick which sends Level-One flying face first into the cage door which is knocked off its hinges sending Level-One to the outside of the cell!

‘’APW, APW, APW’’

Harvey: Wow – what a perfectly executed maneuver by our former undisputed champion Biggs!

Chase: I can’t take that away from him. Biggs is one of the most innovative Mega Stars of our time and he can swing the momentum in his favor at any time!^

The back of Biggs head hit the outside apron upon the replay but despite this Biggs is able to shake through it and follow Level-One outside the cell. Lester is laid out on his stomach with the steel door under him when Biggs locks in a surfboard lock! Biggs elevates Level-One to his knees and pulls back on his arm to make matter worse he’s forced to kneel down on the steel grating making the hold that much more painful causing the Canadian to yell out in agony!

Harvey: This is a brilliant display of technical wrestling with a little twist! It’s very possible that Biggs picks up a submission right here!

Chase: This is Level-One we’re talking about. He doesn’t have much quit left in him.

Biggs continues to crank on the hold with no threat of a rope break and as result Level-One has a few choice words for Biggs. ‘’I won’t tap out!’’

To which Biggs responds by slamming Level-One face into the broken door with a brutal curb stomp and promptly replies with - ‘’I didn’t think you would!’’

Biggs barb garnishes a laugh from Darren Harvey as Biggs is right back on the attack grabbing an arm of Level-One. Biggs plays to the crowd a bit as he points up at the Rasslemania banner hanging high above and quickly snaps off a vertical suplex sending Level-One’s back into the broken cage door! Biggs holds the suplex and kicks his legs up taking Level-One up and over with a second vertical suplex onto the cage door! The Biggs fans are on their feet as he looks for the trifecta – he’s going for the three amigos! Biggs pulls up for a third but Level-One offers resistance before he lifts Biggs up for a suplex of his own he holds it too long though and Biggs is able to land back on his feet… he goes for the trifecta again… NO! This time, Level-One quickly snaps off the counter suplex on Biggs!

Biggs squirms as his back hits the cage door and Level-One pulls himself up to his feet with a smile wide across from his face. He looks up at the Rasslemania banner with a cocky grin and mockingly and wags his finger back and forth uttering the word, ‘’no’’. This action earns him some heat from even the biggest Level-One supporters in attendance.

Harvey: As I understand it – Biggs was trying to pay homage to one of his favorite wrestlers growing up with the three amigos but Level-One was able to counter it and he turned it into an opportunity to mock Biggs.

Chase: Yeah, not even the Toronto fans liked that one but that’s what you’re going to get from a guy like Level-One. He’ll do anything to get inside your head and I’d imagine he was successful here.

Level-One walks over to Biggs and soccer kicks him in the sternum in order to kick him off the mangled door. Biggs rolls off the door and onto his stomach and Level-One picks it up and as if it was steel chair and slams it down onto the back of Biggs! Biggs cries out in pain and rolls onto his back as Level-One lays the mangled steel door on top of him. He turns to Chase and Harvey and doesn’t bother strip the table down instead he just stands up on it!

Harvey: Hey you, get down from there!

‘’Biggs, I am your favorite wrestler!’’

L1 wipes away a bit of his blood before he jumps off the announce table with a UFO SPLASH… but Biggs throws the cage door off of him and rolls out causing Level-One to land chest first on the flying caged door! The impact is horrifying as Level-One rolls over to his back holding his sternum and begins to cough up blood! Although, Biggs was able to avoid the impact he too is still down suffering from his injuries. He slowly crawls over to Level-One and puts an arm over his chest.

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Kickout!

Harvey: Biggs almost capitalizes on Level-One’s mistake but it still isn’t enough! The steel door is officially destroyed! It won’t be in use much more, I’d imagine.

Chase: I didn’t expect it to be used as a weapon but these guys will tear each other apart with their finger nails if they have to so I am not horribly surprised either!

Both men are a bloody mess! Biggs finds it in himself to get up to a single knee first but Level-One soon follows. The two on their knees begin to trade fists to each other’s foreheads looking to open up the others wounds. Each shot is harder and harder and each shot is delivered faster and faster as the two beat each other senseless! The crowd roars with approval as they exchange rapid blows from a kneeling position slowly rising to their feet with each shot until they are both up to a vertical base still brawling with wild left and rights!

Harvey: Holy cow! What started as a technical matchup between two great technicians of our time has now developed into a drag out bar brawl!

Chase: This is crazy – blood is hitting our announce table they’re hitting each other so hard!

The two continue to throw blows toe to toe until Level-One drops his hands and begins to take unblocked shots to the forehead! Biggs tee’s off but Level-One is quickly discouraged as Level-One shouts at him. ‘’You hit me! Hit me! You hit like a little bitch!’’

Harvey: Oh, he isn’t about to… is he?

Chase: Yes, yes he is! Level-One is about to Level up! Biggs is in BIG trouble!

Biggs keeps swinging but realizes his effort is futile and is subsequently taken out of his boots by a vicious clothesline! The cold blooded Canadian lets out a primal roar before he ties Biggs up in a Muy Thai clinch and nails him with several nasty knees to the face! Blood gushes from Biggs nose as Level-One snakes behind him and drops him with a ‘’Level-One’’ back to back breaker! He holds the maneuver and then uses the momentum to drop Biggs to the apron with a face breaker! Level-One plays up to the crowd by pointing down at Biggs and then cupping his hand over his his ears as if he couldn’t hear his home town roar. Level-One takes a few steps back, does a back flip and then drops a leg over the throat of Biggs garnishing a huge applause from the crowd as he hooks a leg!

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Biggs lifts a shoulder up!

Harvey: You know usually I’d criticize anyone for playing up to the crowd too much but I really think it’s all a part of Level-One’s strategy.

Chase: It is. He’s stealing moves from old time wrestlers whom Biggs used to watch and look up to growing up – only, he’s add his own flavor to them and proving a point! He is the best wrestler of ALL time!

‘’I am the best, Biggs!’’

Level-One grabs Biggs by his hair and pulls him up to his feet before lifting him up onto his shoulders with ease. He lets Biggs sit on his shoulder and drops his hands arrogantly and begins to spin around as fast as he can with Biggs still on his shoulders! However, before he nail the HASHTAG maneuver Biggs is able to reach out and grab the nearby cell and escape from the death spiral! With a free foot Biggs shoves a dazed Level-One forward as he crashes into the announce table like a bowling ball knocking over Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase!

‘’That son of a bitch!’’

The lack of commentary is welcome as Level-One quickly climbs back over the announce table and is admittedly in pursuit of Biggs who’s forced to climb the top of the cage to flee from Level-One. Biggs is the first one up top as he waits for Level-One to get up there with him. Immediately, Biggs is on the assault hitting Level-One with hard forearms to the back and head trying to gain the upper hand early! Level-One shoves Biggs away momentarily but Biggs stays on him chopping the big man down with leg kicks and then more forearms to the back and neck… until Level-One neutralizes Biggs with a low blow!

Without a second thought Level-One grabs Biggs by his tights and runs across the top of the cell… THROWING BIGGS OFF OF THE STEEL STRUCTURE DOWN INTO THE FIRST FEW ROWS OF THE CROWD!

‘’HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!’’

Biggs is down as he lands several fans that were caught in the cross fire! Quickly, all hell breaks loose in the stands as several rowdy teenaged Level-One fans begin to kick and stomp on the APW Mega Star, Biggs!

Harvey: Jesus Christ, I think President Jeff better get his lawyers on the phone because I see some more lawsuits in the APW’s future!

Chase: There was nothing fancy about that folks. Considering a larger than normal pro Level-One sentiment in the crowd – Biggs has just landed in hostile territory!

Several fans wearing Biggs t-shirt climb over children to get into the fray and wrestle off the attackers before the security steps in and quickly deescalates the dangerous situation. On the top of the cell Level-One points to the spot in the crowd where Biggs had landed as the crowd rises to their feet in anticipation. Casually, Level-One slowly backs up until he’s at the far edge of the steel cage.

Harvey: No… no, don’t do it! This is a 275+, 6 foot 7 grown man we’re talking about!

Chase: Yeah and he’s about to FLY!!!

Level-One charges forward and soars off the top of the cell with his arms spread wide and takes Biggs right back down again with 20 + foot cross body splash! Biggs and Level-One both hit the ground and Level-One’s body rolls up into the next row of chairs as the cell can visibly be seen shaking by the thunderous applause inside the arena.

‘’RASSLEMANIA, RASSLEMANIA, RASSLEMANIA!’’

Harvey: I can’t believe that just happened. These two are going to kill each other tonight.

Chase: They might as well just bring this whole building down with them while they’re at it!

More fans get into the mix this time by helping Level-One to his feet. He can barely stand on his own but APW security has a hard time from stopping the celebration in the crowd as several other fans embrace Level-One by patting him on his back, pouring celebratory beer on him and proudly draping the Canadian flag around his back! He takes a deep breath before he raises a hand in the air and nods his head up and down in which the crowd gives their home town hero a huge pop. In no mood to celebrate the bloodied Level-One picks Biggs up and slowly drags him through several rows down towards the ring before dumping his barely conscious body over the barricade and then falling over it himself!

Harvey: These two men are known for their great stamina but the human body can only take so much! They’re gassed!

Chase: Yeah, for now. These guys still have a second and third wind in them it isn’t over yet!

Level-One gets to his feet and picks up Biggs before he Irish whips him hard into the cage! Biggs chest bounces off of it and Level-One throws him back into the barricade upon the rebound! Biggs is downed and Level-One begins to stumble around the cell giving Johnny Chase the thumbs up on the go around. He re-enters the door less cell and begins to fish under the ring apron for a weapon. It doesn’t take him long to find it as he pulls out a HUGE steel ladder!

Harvey: Well, for those keeping track that appears to be a rather large ladder that has been stored under the ring for the North American title match that is coming up next.

Chase: Oh, I reckon the super marks are going to have a fit in the Rasslemania IX feedback threads and I love it! Ha-ha-ha!

The ladder is almost as tall as the hell in the cell cage itself as Level-One has a bit of a struggle maneuvering it through the cage. He manages it though and exits the cage. Biggs however is back on his feet! With the steel ladder in hand Level-One runs forward trying to take Biggs head off with it but he ducks underneath the ladder jab. Level-One turns around and Biggs hits a missile drop kick into the steel ladder sending which hits Level-One in the chest and knocks him to the ground taking the wind right out of him!

Harvey: I don’t know what Level-One was trying to do with that steel ladder but he sure wasn’t trying to climb it.

Chase: This could be exactly what Biggs needs to pull the momentum in his favour!

Level-One rolls through the shot and –quickly, he gets up from a kneeled position and tosses the horizontal ladder right into Biggs face as he comes charging forward! The sickening thud makes the crowd ‘’awe’’ as Level-One continues to control the match.

Chase: I guess I spoke to soon but I’m not complaining!

Harvey: Every time Biggs shows the fans a hint of coming back alive, Level-One just swats him back down again and by the looks of Level-One he’s got some more bad intentions in store.

Level-One than grabs the steel ladder and props it up against the cage at its top and in front of the announce tables on the back end – essentially creating a ramp just short of to the top of the cell while the crowd roars in approval.

Harvey: Oh, wow. Level-One wants this fight to occur at the TOP of the cell rather than on ground level and he’s using that ladder to drag Biggs up there with him.

Chase: I think both men have planned this match out in their head beforehand the only difference was Level-One brought a steel ladder and Biggs decided to bring his stuffed teddy bear.

Harvey: It was a stuffed monkey, Chase. Monkey.

Level-One grabs Biggs by his foot and drags him on top of the ladder before getting on top of it himself. He grabs Biggs by his ankle and slowly begins to walk up the ladder ramp step by step – dragging Biggs bloodied body up to the top of the cell rung by rung. It’s a rather violent display as Level-One repeatedly shouts out…

‘’I am going to kill him! I am going to kill him! I am going to kill him!’’

Level-One pulls Biggs just shy from the top when Biggs kicks Level-One square in his chest with his free leg. This causes to hit his head against the steel ladder hard but he still manages to remain elevated onto it.

‘’Not today!’’ Biggs shouts out.

The cold blooded Canadian is right back on Biggs pulling him up to his feet and then up onto his back! Biggs hits him with several elbows to his cheek bone which forces to Level-One to put Biggs back down on the ladder in fear of falling off! Level-One turns his back on Biggs and runs up the ladder, jumps up and manages to get to the top of the cage where he rolls over on his side to take a breather!

Harvey: Biggs is starting to show signs of life again! That was a close call both men could’ve fell off the ladder at any time.

Chase: Worse yet, steel ladders aren’t immune from breaking. It looked like it could’ve given way several times with all that weight up there.

[President Jeff]

Level-One gets to a kneeling position and takes his time getting back to his feet which proves to be a costly mistake. Biggs runs up the ladder as fast as he can and jumps off at the last moment giving him enough air time to hit a flying spinning head scissors before transitioning it into a beautiful kneeling face buster right on top of the steel structure as the Biggs fans come to alive!

Harvey: This could be the part where Biggs really pours it on!

Chase: I’d hate to see it! Fact is, there’s no ring ropes up there to help Biggs out this time!

A smile shines through on Biggs beaten face as he grabs one of Level-One’s legs! Level-One’s waves his arms wildly as the crowd stirs in anticipation as Biggs steps over! Biggs gets a huge pop even in Level-One’s home town as he locks in… THE SHARP SHOOTER!

Harvey: Biggs has just locked in the sharp shooter on the top of the cage and I believe Level-One is the one without the ropes to save him!

Chase: No, no! This move should be BANNED in Canada! You can’t do that here –not to a Canadian! This is a travesty! A goddamned travesty!

The referee is inside the cell watching the submission up high for a tap out as Biggs cranks back on the sharp shooter hold! Level-One cries out in pain as he stretches out a hand to tap…

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IT’S OV… NO!


...because it’s not to tap out! With each pain staking moment Level-One grips the steel cell fencing up top and pulls both him and Biggs closer and closer to the edge!

Biggs cranks back as hard as he possibly can but Level-One still grits his teeth and pulls himself forward until both men are finally at the edge of the cage! Biggs abandons the hold and collapses away from the edge.

Harvey: Smart move by both Level-One and Biggs who are showing why they are veterans in this great sport.

Chase: Yeah, don’t think for a second Level-One wasn’t crazy enough to pull them both off the top of the cell just to escape that sharp shooter. Amazing!

Biggs backs away and then charges at Level-One who’s back up at the edge of the cell! However, Level-One scoops a shoulder up and under Biggs sending him flying over his back!

Harvey: OH MY GOD!

The crowd gives a huge pop because Biggs has managed to hang onto the edge of the cage! Level-One thinks he has broken Biggs in half as he lifts his hand to celebrate but unbeknownst to him Biggs is still very well in it. Biggs pulls himself back up onto the steel cage and stealthy sneaks behind Level-One…

Chase: Lester, he’s right behind you!

Biggs quickly hooks up an arm and tries to nail Level-One with the spaced out but Level-One reverses and pulls Biggs up for the darkness shine (F-5!)… No, Biggs counters by landing on his feet in the spin out putting him in prime position for the… SPACED OUT on the top of the steel cell!

Harvey: Biggs just did it! Oh my god! It’s over!

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Level-One lifts a shoulder up at the very last second and the Toronto crowd soars to their feet with applause.

Harvey: I can’t believe it! A sharp shooter and a spaced out is still not enough to end this match!

Chase: No, not when Level-One is part of the discussion.

Biggs sits up beside a barely conscious Level-One on the top of the cell and puts his face in the palm of his hands. He takes several seconds to soak in the news before he remembers he has a job to do. Biggs is up to a vertical base and walks towards the edge of the cell where the ladder is. Biggs reaches over the edge and grabs the ladder as he slowly pulls it up onto the top of the steel cage to the excitement of the crowd. Biggs than proceeds to set up the steel ladder creating a structure now so high – the steel cage suspended over the ring used for Kurt Noble & Chris Harts three stages of hell match is visible. With the ladder now set up, Biggs begins to make the climb to the top as the crowd starts ‘’Pro’’ and ‘’Anti’’ Biggs chants.

Harvey: Oh my god! Biggs is advancing to the top of the ladder, I can only imagine that he’ll be looking to end this was the UFO splash!

Chase: Not if Level-One has anything to say about!

‘’Shucks!’’ Biggs shouts out loud in frustration while he watches Level-One slowly begin to pull himself up the first few rungs of the ladder. After much struggle Level-One has reached the top with Biggs! Biggs fires off several right hands and then begins to slam Level-One face of the top of the ladder over and over again like a rabid dog as the crowd counts out loud.

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‘’10!’’

Level-One is dazed after having his skull bashed against the top of the ladder and Biggs takes the opportune time to dismount from the ladder as he jumps down onto the steel cage roof. With Level-One still slumped over the top of the ladder Biggs walks around the ladder and makes his way behind Level-One’s side of the ladder! Biggs jumps forward and hits the ladder with a well place drop kick causing it to fold inwards underneath Level-One! THE LADDER SENDS LEVEL-ONE BACK FIRST INTO THE CELLS CEILING AND HE COLLAPSES THROUGH ONE OF IT’S PANNEL CRASHING ALL THE WAY TO THE RING APRON BELOW WITH A SICKENING THUD!

‘’Holy shit, Holy shit, Holy shit!’’

Harvey: That was some brutality coming from Biggs with that maneuver! He made a smart decision by not hanging up there with Level-One!

Chase: This can’t be happening right now! Level-One is on the verge of death right now!

Biggs stands at the top of the cell looking down at Level-One who’s been checked on by a referee. Biggs grabs the steel ladder he used to sandwich Level-One with and sets the ladder up this time closer to the far edge. The crowd continues to roar in anticipation as Biggs begins to make the pain staking climb to the top of the ladder which has his heart beating faster than ever! Biggs reaches the top of the steel ladder and points up at the Rasslemania IX banner high above his head.

Harvey: Uh – Oh! Biggs maybe out of this world but he’s about to come crashing down to earth with this one!

Chase: What he is he doing? That’s at least a forty foot drop into the ring – he needs to get down from there before he hurts himself!

With that Biggs… JUMPS OFF THE STEEL LADDER! He hits the jump perfectly as he falls through the open panel in the cell’s ceiling and comes CRASHING down on Level-One with a UFO SPLASH…

Harvey: No, Level-One got the knees up! At the last moment, Level-One was able to cushion his blow!

Chase: All the while Biggs ran into a freight train, he’s coughing up blood now – he may have just broken all his ribs with that stunt

‘’APW, APW, APW!’’

Biggs grabs his sternum and coughs up blood as he cries out in pain. Both men are down but Level-One slowly begins to drag himself towards Biggs! He puts his back over Biggs chest and cradles a leg.

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THR—NO, BIGGS DID IT! BIGGS KICKS OUT!

The crowd cheers as Level-One sits up with his eyes spread wide open before he collapses to his side in disbelief. In frustration, he balls up his fist and begins to hit the mat. ‘’How!? How!? How is this happening?”

Harvey: Level-One thought he’d be able to turn Biggs pain into fortune but I don’t think Biggs is going to be beat by himself!

Chase: Biggs went for a high risk maneuver and his only reward was a few broken ribs!

Level-One grabs Biggs by his hair and violently pulls up to his feet and spits right in his face.

‘’Stay down!’’

The Biggs fans in attendance don’t like it one bit and begin to boo as Level-One hoists Biggs up onto his shoulders for the darkness shine! Level-One walks around the ring mocking Biggs which allows Biggs to reverse the hold yet again this time by tying up one of Level-One’s arms with his legs and allowing Biggs to sync in a crucifix from the standing back mount position.

Before the two time true expert knows it he’s eating a volley of elbows to nose, eyes and forehead mangling his face in the process! Biggs has lost all self in control as he continues to smash Level-One’s face apart! Level-One collapses to a knee and Biggs continue to chip away until Level-One falls onto his back with his legs giving out! Biggs maintains the vicious assault as the referee takes a look at the situation.

Harvey: Good god! Level-One has absolutely no way to defend himself in this position and the referee may have to call this match off and rule this a knock out!

Chase: Biggs training for this match has really come in handy but he’s not stopping this match like this!

Biggs continues to hit Level-One with elbows but Level-One proves to be as crafty as he rolls onto his side and puts Biggs shoulders to the mat!

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And a kick out before three!

Biggs lets up on the hold but Level-One bits down onto his teeth and stands back up again with Biggs still on his shoulders. A smile breaks through the crimson mask Level-One wears and then… DARKNESS SHINE! LEVEL-ONE HITS THE DARKNESS SHINE AND HOOKS THE LEG!

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Level-One sits up!

Harvey: What the hell!?

Chase: Level-One just broke his own pin! He had Biggs put away but he broke his own pin and he’s telling the referee he isn’t done with Biggs yet!

‘’It’s not over until I say it’s over, Biggs!’’

The crowd stirs with confusion as he shoves the referee and exits the ring. He then sets his eyes on the cell wall facing the announcers table and begins to climb up it inch by inch. Upon reaching the top of the wall he jumps up and hooks his fingers in the ceiling of the cell! The crowd starts to cheer in anticipation as Level-One hangs from the ceiling of the cell working his way towards the broken panel in the middle of the steel structure. He successfully does so and proceeds to pull himself up the top of the steel cell, again.

Harvey: Level-One has constantly tried to get this match to the top of the cell and he’s done it once again. The ways in which he has done so I have never seen done before.

Chase: I think he knows that as long as he’s inside that caged cell, Biggs has an advantage.

On the top of the cell Level-One grabs the steel ladder and turns it upside down. With Biggs trying to get back to his feet – Level-One jabs downwards with the ladder hitting him in his back and knocking him back down to the canvas again. He continues to follow the assault up with several more hard jabs with the ladder before throwing the entire thing down on top of him! Level-One has had enough and begins to stomp around the top of the cell like a rabid animal. With pure disdain for Biggs and hate present in his heart he proceeds to spit bloody gobs of saliva down onto Biggs who’s laid out in the ring below.

‘’Get up and fight me you fucking coward!’’

Harvey: The hate Level-One has for Biggs is astounding to me – not even his war with Sally Talfourd was this heated.

Chase: Biggs has always seemed to have Level-One’s number, even while he arguably has had more success than Biggs throughout his career. As Level-One said himself, Biggs has been his kryptonite.

Biggs slowly begins to stir inside the ring as he lifts the ladder up off of him. With Level-One pacing high above Biggs slowly gets to a knee and then up to a vertical base before falling back into the ropes. Biggs wipes away the blood on his face as he grabs the steel ladder and rather than set it up, he uses it to jab the second panel sending the steel panel smacking into Level-One’s face up top! Level-One stumbles towards the edge as a result but falls short of falling off the entire cell.

‘’BIGGS IS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP* BIGGS IS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP*’’

Harvey: That one should shut up Level-One for a while! He looks like he’s out cold.

Chase: The shots that hurt the most are the ones that you just don’t see coming and I don’t even think Level-One knows what hit him yet.

Level-One is laid out on the top of the cell as Biggs sets up the ladder under the broken panel. Slowly but surely, Biggs works his way up the ladder one step of a time, ever so often, falling down one as a result of the war he’s engaged in. Though, in time he reaches the top of the ladder and begins to make his way back onto the cell with Level-One who’s starting to stir again.

Harvey: These two look like they don’t have much in the tank are just about to empty it once and for all.

Chase: Yeah, I can feel it in the air too. This isn’t going to be good for someone and I don’t know who!

Biggs is now on top of the cell up to a vertical base as is Level-One. The two stand across from each other on opposite sides of the cage as the APW fans start two separate chants.

‘’Let’s go Level!’’
‘’Let’s go Biggs!’’

Harvey: Nobody’s being booed here. Not after all this.

Level-One and Biggs without a moment’s notice charge forward. Biggs uses the top of the ladder inside the ring below to spring off for a jumping spin kick which Level-One promptly ducks under! Biggs then looks to hit two swinging hay makers which Level-One manages to bob and weave! Biggs ducks under and goes for a Russian leg sweep which Level-One hops up and over. Level-One looks at Biggs for a second before shoving his boot right into his face knocking him over!

Harvey: Biggs is pouring it on here but Level-One has countered nearly every single one of Biggs maneuvers!

Chase: He’s making it look like the matrix out there!

Biggs is dazed by the boot to the face but he quickly gets up and charges forward with a flying drop kick but Level-One violently swats his legs out of the air. Biggs hits the steel cage belly first and slaps it in frustration as Level-One just stands there and looks down at him shaking head in pity. Biggs gets back to his feet and swings a left hand which Level-One slips under and nails him with a hard knee to the stomach which brings Biggs to on knee.

Harvey: Biggs is in a scary situation right now – everything he’s throwing at Level-One in ineffective and Biggs is starting to fade!

Chase: Level-One is bullying Biggs right now and there is nothing he can do!

Biggs goes for the spaced out but Level-One reverses by hitting Biggs across the top of the head with a pele kick. He then lifts Biggs up and drops him with a HUGE spine buster on the top of the steel cage! Level-One stands over Biggs downed body and yells in his face.

‘’I told you this would happen!’’

In a moment’s notice Biggs legs snake around Level-One’s body as Biggs rolls him up into a pin! The referee below counts!

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Level-One kicks out!

Harvey: Biggs almost did it! He was a split second away from out smarting Level-One one last time!

Chase: Yeah, but now what!? Biggs is in big trouble!

Upon breaking out of the pin Level-One calmly walks over to Biggs who’s on his last legs and kneels beside him.

‘’And now I say it’s over.’’

Level-One pulls himself to his feet takes several steps back, charges forward and hooks Biggs up in one fluid motion… AND HITS BIGGS WITH A CANADIAN DESTROYER OFF THE CELL ON TO THE ANNOUNCE TABLES BELOW! The crowd EXPLODES in horror as both men are laying in the wreckage of the announce tables.

‘’HOLY FUCK, HOLY FUCK, HOLY FUCK!’’

Harvey: CANADIAN DESTROYER, CANADIAN DESTROYER! HE HIT IT IN CANADA! IT’S ALL OVER, IT’S ALL OVER!

Chase: YES, YES, YES!

Level-One has an arm draped around Biggs as the referee hits the deck.

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Winner: LEVEL ONE!

The crowd explodes with a thunderous applause for both the hero and anti hero as paramedics come out to tend to both men!

‘’THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!‘’

Harvey: I have never seen anything like it. Biggs just took a Canadian destroyer off the top of the cell and at the very least he’ll walk away with a concussion.

Chase: Both men vowed they’d beat each other senseless and I guarantee they both have earned themselves scars they’ll be wearing for the rest of their lives. Tonight however, Level-One was the better man.

Paramedics begin to load both men on stretchers and quickly hurry to wheel them up the ramp side by side – before they disappear through curtains Biggs manages to reach out with his bloodied and gives Level-One the thumbs up while Level-One promptly responds by giving Biggs his middle finger in turn… before the both disappear behind the curtains.

Harvey: No love lost between either man by the looks of it, Chase.

Chase: To be honest, after all they’ve been through tonight - I didn’t expect anything less.


We go to a hype video for the North American Title Ladder Match


We cut to the main arena where we see a scene set for the next match. There are ladders laid down around the ring, half a dozen in number. There are upright ladders at each end of the wrestler’s entrance aisle.

Shane West: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s Meltdown’s turn again. Shane West and Dick Harris back on commentary for this one – the North American Championship Ladder Match.

'Cult of Personality' hits on the PA system as bright white strobe lights flicker around the arena.

Ferrari: The following contest is a ladder match for the APW North American Championship.

Nathaniel steps out from the back, and casually walks to the top of the ramp and takes a good look at the ladder there. 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.

Ferrari: Introducing first: from The Underworld; he weighs 242lbs...”The Enforcer of Sorrow”....NATHANIEL HAVOK!!

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: Nathaniel Havok looks all business tonight, Dick.

Harris: This is what he has been fighting to get for weeks – the chance to win the North American Championship in his own right. If anyone’s game is perfectly suited for this kind of match, it’s Nathaniel Havok’s. He has to be the favourite.

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...

Ferrari: 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, and gives a salute to the upright ladder before sauntering down the aisle. He exchanges high fives with fans, and even gets a few kisses from several ladies in the crowd before climbing the upright ladder near the ring to throw out a pose for the crowd. From the top of the ladder he leaps into the ring, landing into a forward roll (to applause from the crowd) and up to his feet before testing the ropes in preparation for the match.

West: I remember the days when Cid Phoenix could barely make it to the ring here in APW; and to think he could walk out of this match as a Champion.

Harris: There may not be the same kind of zip in the veteran’s legs these days, but over his long career he has seen and done it all.

West: Except win an APW Championship!

Harris: Well that could change here tonight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

West: Amy Zing has got to be feeling on top of the world right now. Not only was she recently re-instated to the Meltdown roster, but she picked up a huge win over Sienna Harris two weeks ago on Meltdown.

Harris: Can you imagine how furious Sienna will be if Amy Zing walks away tonight? Boy, I wouldn’t want to be the person on the end of that.

West: Well, Amy certainly has the talent to win this one.

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, as well as taking a moment to get a ‘feel’ of the upright ladder.

Ferrari: From Sherwood Forest, weighing 132lbs……ROBINA HOOD!

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

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

West: This is the wrestler Sienna has no doubt charged with stopping Amy Zing from winning tonight.

Harris: That may be so, but I suspect Robina wants that title as much as anyone. She’s here to win, not just to stop others from winning. But if Amy Zing winning would dismay Sienna, her ‘perfect megastar’ walking out with the strap would be a great tonic.

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.

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

West: Two weeks ago Evan McDonald was probably thinking about booking a holiday for Rasslemania, so low were his chances of competing here in Toronto.

Harris: Yeah, well it just goes to show that anything can happen on Meltdown when Sienna Harrison is in charge.

West: To remind you, Evan McDonald was the last-minute replacement for Kevin Dahlia, who was thrown out of his match by Sienna for she described as ‘disgraceful antics’ two weeks ago on Meltdown.

Harris: And what an opportunity. Evan McDonald is the wild card in this match; he’s got absolutely nothing to lose.

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

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

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

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

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

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

West: I wonder whether Niobe can keep her focus off Robina Hood enough to enable her to make a go at winning this match.

Harris: I’m sure those two feisty minxes will find each other in this match, but don’t discount Niobe here; she’s proven throughout that bloody feud with Robina that she is as tough as they come.

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

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

Respect

Respect

Respect

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

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

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

Bad boys inna London
Rude boys inna England

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

Mi are di nuttah
Original madmah madmah mad nuttah

Out steps The Guv’nor, dancing and prancing his way like a hillbilly e-ed up to the eyeballs. 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.

Ferrari: 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.

West: Listen to this crowd reaction to The Guv’nor!

Harris: They love this cheeky chap, Shane. You have to feel he will thrive in the anarchic environment of this match.

Where Eagles Dare plays and the current APW North American Champion Warren Peace walks out to the ramp with little showmanship. There are no special lights, pyro or fog. The punk music blares and Warren is all business.

Ferrari: From Pittsburgh, PA; weighing 200lbs, he is the APW North American Champion....WARREN PEACE!

He stares at the ring as he walks, no doubt going over his plan of attack. Peace takes his time as he stops to ‘look over’ the equipment at ringside, then he walks up the stairs and enters the ring, ignoring the crowd’s reactions, good or bad and focuses on the task at hand.

West: The revolution is here, Dick! Warren Peace looking to cement his status as a Meltdown legend here tonight.

Harris: Warren has promised changes on Meltdown, tonight if he retains it will certainly prove those promises are to be taken very seriously.

When inside the ring Warren lifts the NA Championship belt high into the air and circles the ring. The seven challengers eye the champ like a pack of ravenous wild dogs. Warren hands the belt over to the ref, who attaches it to the steel ring and then signals for it to be raised to the height of around 20ft above the ring.

West: That’s it, we’re all set here. The belt is above the ring, it’s about get to high-octane right now.

All eight wrestlers are in the ring, staring at each other, waiting for the ref’s signal. There are whistles and intermittent cheers from the live crowd in anticipation. The ref signals for the bell, which sounds, and they combatants come together, splitting off into four one-on-one brawls. Robina Hood makes straight for Niobe; Evan McDonald grabs Amy Zing and pushes her into a corner; Havok and Guv’nor start trading shots; Cid tries to blindside Warren, but the champ reads it and counters. Guvnor knocks Havok back onto the ropes, then with a Cactus clothesline takes them both over the top and to the floor. Robina gets struck with headbutt by Niobe and she stumbles back through the ropes to the outside. Warren tosses Cid to the corner with a catapult that sends him over the top and out of the ring. Amy hits the ropes and suicide dives through the ropes, landing on top of Niobe and Robina. Evan charges in and clotheslines Warren so hard from behind that the momentum sends Warren stumbling into a corner.

West: A frenetic start to this match, and don’t expect it to change too much for the duration of this match.

Harris: It could come down to fitness in this match; expect to see a lot of explosive action, we may even see one or two burn-out.

Evan slides out of the ring and grabs a ladder. On the other side of the ring Havok Irish whips Guvnor into the ring steps, then grabs Cid and starts to unload punches to the face. Evan slides the ladder into the ring and sets it up. Looking around, Evan starts to climb.

West: Evan McDonald is making the first claim for the title.

Harris: He’s gonna have to move fast, Shane. I can see Amy Zing stirring on the outside.

Amy Zing climbs onto the apron, Evan is now halfway up the ladder. Amy slingshots onto the top rope, then uses the spring in the ropes to launch herself towards the ladder, toppling it with a split-legged front dropkick. Evan falls with the ladder and gets hot-shotted on the top rope. Amy gets to her feet and sets up the ladder as Niobe slides back into the ring. Niobe grabs Amy by the hair and slams her down onto her back, stomps on her a few times, then lands a leg drop to the throat. While this is taking place Robina rolls into the ring and starts climbing. When Niobe is done with Amy she starts to climb too.

West: Niobe Martin and Robina Hood here, two great rivals, climbing together.

Harris: If one these can get the advantage here, we could be looking at a winner.

Niobe and Robina meet at the top and exchange a few blows, the crowd reacting with excitement. Robina lands a hard right and almost knocks Niobe off the top, but the ‘Nightmare’ hangs on. Robina gropes for the belt, but Niobe connects with a kick to the head. Robina almost loses her footing, but she centres her balance again. Warren gets to his feet and charges at the ladder, pushing it over and sending Niobe and Robina crashing over the top rope and onto a ladder laid flat outside the ring. The crowd groan, then pop and applaud the spot. Warren looks over at Robina and Niobe and smirks at his achievement. As he’s doing this Havok slides into the ring, charges Warren and clotheslines him over the top and out of the ring. Havok drags the ladder under the belt again, but before he can start to climb Evan grabs him from behind and slams Havok’s face into the ladder steps. McDonald grabs the ladder, folds it up and carries it on his shoulder. As Havok gets to his feet Evan charges him and slams the end of the ladder into Havok’s head. The Enforcer of Sorrow flops to the mat.

West: A sickening blow from Evan McDonald; he almost decapitated Nathaniel Havok there.

Harris: If that’s not a concussion then Havok is one tough son of a bitch. He may be out of this match. Period.

McDonald sees in his peripheral vision Amy Zing getting back to her feet, so he swings around hoping to catch her with the ladder, but Amy ducks under the ladder and nails Evan with a superkick. Evan drops the ladder, then flops backwards onto it. Amy runs to the ropes and hits a lionsault onto Evan onto the ladder. The crowd pop as Amy gets to her feet and throws out a pose. This gives Cid Phoenix a chance to climb to the top turnbuckle behind her, leap off and nail Amy with a bulldog right onto the folded ladder. The crowd pop for this spot. Cid gets up and starts talking trash, but this allows Guvnor to slide in and hit Cid with the London Drop. There is applause from the crowd in appreciation for this passage of action. Guvnor rolls out of the ring and slides a second ladder into the ring.

West: The bodies scattered everywhere, but can The Guvnor move quick enough here.

Harris: Don’t speak too soon here comes Evan McDonald.

The Scotchman attacks Guvnor from behind as he leans the ladder against the ropes, clubbing the back of his head with stiff forearm blows. Guvnor counters with a back elbow, then spins and slaps a headbutt on Evan. McDonald tries to stumble into a corner, but Guvnor grabs him and runs him face first into the side of the ladder. As McDonald drops to his knees Guvnor gives a stiff kick to the ribs. On the other side of the ring Cid Phoenix gets to his feet, runs at Guvnor, leaps off Evan’s back looking for a leg lariat, but Guvnor ducks and Cid crashes into the ladder up against the ropes. Guvnor picks Cid up and Irish whips him into the corner which such force that Cid ends up upside down on the top turnbuckle in a tree of woe position. Warren gets back into the ring and starts stomping a hole in Cid’s chest.

West: This doesn’t look good for Cid Phoenix, he’s in a vulnerable position here.

Harris: And the look in Guvnor’s eyes suggests he isn’t harbouring honest intentions.

Guvnor turns his back on Cid only to get by Havok and speared right into the ladder Guvnor introduced earlier. The crowd cheer the spot as both men drop to the mat.

West: Sickening impact from that spear, he may have broken every rib in Guvnor’s body.

Harris: I think Havok is going to try and make a clean break of this.

Warren sets up the ladder under the belt and begins to climb. Amy Zing gets up and she starts to climb on the other side of the ladder. The volume from the crowd cranks up a few notches as the two make their way up, step by step. Warren is the first to the top and he makes a grab for the belt, but his touch is hard and he nudges the belt away.

West: You have loosen the belt completely from that steel ring and hold it in your arms to win the match.

Harris: Getting to the belt is the easy part Shane, it’s getting it loose that’s tricky. Especially when there is someone there alongside you.

Amy reaches the top and throws a punch at Warren, forcing an to end his groping. Now Amy steps onto the very top step and grabs the belt with BOTH HANDS. The crowd start roaring, urging her on. Warren reacts with a punch to the gut that causes Amy to slip down a couple of steps, then he grabs her by the hair and slams her head down on the top of the ladder, this causes her to lose her footing completely and slide back down to the bottom.

West: Warren Peace has got the belt in his grasp here....

Harris: AND THERE IS NO-ONE TO RESIST HIM!

Nathaniel Havok stands up, grabs Warren by the feet and pulls him down off the ladder, then Havok nails the champ with a DDT. Havok begins to climb, reaching the top quickly and making a grab for the belt as Robina Hood slides two more ladders into the ring. Havok has TWO HANDS on the belt, he reaches to unbuckle the strap, but Robina nudges a ladder into the foot of the ladder Havok is standing on, causing it to sway a little and he is forced to let go of the belt to keep his balance. This gives Amy Zing a chance to charge up the ladder and nail Havok with the FENGHUANG KICK, sending Havok flying over the side of the ladder and landing right on the ladder Robina has placed in the ring. The crowd explode with appreciation for that.

West: WHAT A MOVE! AMY ZING HAS JUST HIT THE MOST SPECTACULAR FENGHUANG KICK IN APW HISTORY!

Harris: Nathaniel Havok thought he had it then, but it’s been stolen away from him.

On the ladder Amy composes herself and makes another climb towards the belt. But Robina slides into the ring with Niobe and together they begin to shake the ladder, forcing Amy to step down a few steps in order to hold on. Robina and Niobe then decide to start climbing themselves – Robina on the same side as Amy. Evan McDonald gets back to his feet and starts to follow Niobe up the ladder. With four megastars on the ladder the crowd pick it up again. Evan quickly catches up with Niobe and slams one his big forearms against her back, then wraps his arm around her throat and begins to choke her out. On the other side of the ladder Amy is sitting on the top step and is kicking out at the rising Robina. Niobe counters Evan’s choke with a mule kick between the legs, then lands a back elbow to the head. Niobe turns and tries to kick Evan, but he parries the attempt and drags Niobe onto his shoulders in a powerbomb set-up. He lifts her off the ladder and slams her back into it. Niobe tries to counter with a punch to the head, but Evan has had enough of her, he turns to his left and powerbombs Niobe from the ladder down to the mat. Niobe folds like an accordion on impact, but there is a raucous response from the crowd. Evan starts to make his climb.

West: Amy Zing and Robina Hood are still fighting on the ladder, while Evan McDonald makes a break for the title.

Harris: Go on Evan! You can do this!

Evan reaches the top and tries to grab the belt, but the ladder is rocking about due to the ongoing scrap between Robina and Amy. Evan reaches down and grabs Amy by the hair, trying to pull her upwards. Amy counters by flipping her legs over her head and wrapping them around Evan’s neck, choking him. Evan uses his strength to stand upright, pulling Amy up with him so that she is sitting on his shoulders, facing the same way as Evan.

West: This looks precarious for Amy...wait a minute, she’s going after the belts!

Amy gets both her hands on the belt, but Evan realises this and takes a few steps down on the ladder, so that the belt is now out of reach. Robina gets to the top of the ladder and has an exchange of punches with Amy. Robina looks up at the titles, but Amy grabs her by the hair. Robina swats away Amy’s hand then lies on her back and kicks out with enough force to knock Amy backwards, the momentum also pulling Evan McDonald down to the mat also. Robina re-positons herself and makes a grab for the belts, but Cid is back on his feet and he pushes the ladder over from the side. Robina doesn’t go with the ladder though but jumps off towards Cid. As Robina lands on her feet Cid toe kicks her then hits an Ace Cutter. Robina rolls out of the ring, Cid encouraging her out with a few stomps. Cid runs across the ring and hits the ropes, charging back towards Robina and leaping over the top rope to land suicide corkscrew leg lariat onto the standing Robina outside the ring. Another huge pop from the crowd.

West: Spectacular from Cid Phoenix...he’s taken Robina Hood out there.

Harris: But at what cost? You don’t win the match outside the ring, Shane.

With bodies everywhere Guvnor takes his chance to try and climb for the belt. Guvnor grabs the ladder and starts to drag it to the centre of the ring, but in doing so he sees Warren getting to his feet. Guvnor folds the ladder up, and wielding it as a weapon, swings his hips and slams the ladder into Warren’s face, knocking the champ off his feet. Next up is Evan McDonald, Guvnor swings again and Evan is back on his back. Amy gets up and leans on the ropes, Guvnor runs at her and sends her over the top with a ladder shot to the face. Niobe gets to her feet and surprises Guvnor with a springboard Enziguri, knocking him backwards, then Cid comes off the top rope and nails a missile dropkick to the Guvnor causing him to land on his back with the ladder across the top. A look between Cid and Niobe speaks volumes and they both climb to the top rope. They signal and let fly at the same time, Niobe with the Shooting Star Splash, Cid with the moonsault onto the ladder, crushing Guvnor underneath it.

West: An incredible double team from Niobe Martin and Cid Phoenix!

Harris: And they’re not finished yet.

Niobe and Cid each take an end of the ladder, lift it up and slam it down onto the body of Guvnor. Cid throws out a pose, but the slackness allows Niobe to jump on her end, causing Cid’s end to uppercut him right below the chin, causing Cid to fly backwards through the air. There is a vicarious groan from the crowd as Cid rolls away clutching his face. Niobe tries to move the ladder into position, but Warren surprises her and drops her with a reverse DDT. Now it’s Warren’s turn to grab the ladder and try to climb. But he spots Havok on his feet and charges him down with the ladder. Warren then sets the ladder up over the body of Havok, causing the base of one of the legs to pin Havok down to the mat. This earns the crowd’s approval as Warren starts to climb.

West: The champ is on his way up here, could Warren retain?

Harris: Not if The Guvnor has got anything to say about it.

Guvnor is on his feet again and starts to climb the other side of the ladder to Warren, but stomping on Havok’s head as the latter tries to grab the former’s legs. Warren reaches the top a couple of steps ahead of Guvnor and grabs the title, trying to unfasten it. However, Guvnor catches up with him and hits a shot to the chest that doubles Warren over, then slams Warren’s face on the top of the ladder. Now Guvnor reaches out and grabs the belt. Next to them Cid sets up a second ladder and starts climbing. Guvnor moves up a step to get a better grip on the belt, but this just gives Warren a chance to land a low blow, and Guvnor drops down a couple of steps. Now it’s Warren’s turn, but Cid leans over and nudges the ladder, disrupting Warren’s balance. The champ swings a fist at Cid, but he blocks and lands a middle kick to the ribs. Then Cid puts his foot on the top of the ladder Warren and Guvnor are on and nudges it forward sending the ladder over and Warren and Guvnor crashing onto the top rope. Guvnor gets a jawbreaker on the top rope, while Warren is left hanging over it before dropping to the ring apron and then to the floor.

West: Cid has despatched both Warren Peace and Guvnor, but can he get hold of that belt for himself.

Harris: If Cid can do this, what an upset it will be! Meltdown will never be the same again!

Cid reaches for the belt, but it’s just out of his grasp. Instead he leaps off the ladder, grabbing the belt and left dangling 20 ft above the ring, hoping his weight and gravity can pull the belt loose.

West: CID PHOENIX HAS THE BELT! HE’S GOING TO BE THE CHAMP!

Harris: Come on Cid! Give it a good tug!

But Cid can’t get any sort of leverage to loosen the belt, so he’s left hanging there. Havok is now free and he starts to climb the ladder. He gets to the top, looks out at the crowd, then leaps forward and hits Cid with a MID-AIR SPEAR! Cid bounces off the mat with the impact, while Havok also takes a hit and rolls out of the ring clutching his knees.

West: That may have been the biggest spear we’ve ever seen! Havok may have broken Cid in half there!

Harris: I’m not sure Nathaniel Havok comes off that unharmed himself.

But there is no time for a rest as Robina is now setting up the ladder again and begins to climb. Next to her Niobe sets up a second ladder and begins her ascent. Amy joins in and starts to climb behind Niobe. Evan McDonald gets back to his feet and grabs Robinas leg to stop her climbing. She tries to free her leg, but Evan uses her strength to drag her down. On the ladder Amy is preventing Niobe from climbing, so the ‘Nightmare’ takes action by flipping forward and pulling Amy off the ladder into a neckbreaker. There is a huge pop from the crowd. On the other ladder Robina counters Evan with a hurricanrana. As Robina starts to get up, Niobe runs up the ladder and lands her HALLUCINATION (450 Splash) onto a surprised Robina. Niobe gets to her feet, but she’s folded in half by a huge running clothesline from Evan. The Scotsman clears the ring of all the ladders but one, laying it flat on the mat. He then grabs Niobe and powerbombs her onto the ladder. Amy gets to her feet, Evan grabs her and powerbombs her onto the same ladder to Niobe’s right. Lastly, Robina is dragged to her feet and Evan completes a trio of powerbombs onto the ladder.

West: Evan McDonald is completely destroying the field here!

Cid charges Evan, but its countered with a kick to the gut, then Evan gives Cid some SCOTTISH PRIDE (Tiger Driver). Evan spies Guvnor getting to his feet, but not for because the Londoner is given a powerbomb. Evan turns to the crowd and starts thumping his chest.

West: This is completely dominant from Evan McDonald! He’s wiped out five megastars in just a few seconds.

Harris: Scottish Pride has arrived! Now Evan just needs a ladder.

As Evan turns around he catches a glimpse of Havok’s charge and counters with a drop toe hold, then locks Havok into an STF. It doesn’t take long before The Enforcer of Sorrow is tapping out, although it’s to no avail since there are no submissions and no disqualifications in this match, so Evan keeps the STF locked in and Havok is enveloped by excruciating pain. On the other side of the ring Warren slides into the ring with a ladder, he carries it over to Evan and Havok, raises it above his head and then slams it down onto Evan, breaking the hold. Warren lifts the ladder up again, he sees Guvnor and Cid getting to their feet, so he runs them down with the ladder, each end of the ladder doing for them. Then Robina and Amy are on their feet, Warren charges them, but they duck and hits the ropes, running back at Warren and landing a double dropkick that knocks Warren down with the ladder on top of him. Robina and Amy hit the ropes again in unison and both land a jumping double foot stomp onto the ladder, crushing Warren underneath it. There is another pop from the crowd. The two females come together in the ring, Amy tries to nail Robina with the FENGHUANG KICK (540 Roundhouse Kick), but Robina ducks and pushes Amy into the ropes, then drops her with EXECUTION (Pendulum Short-range Lariat). Robina senses this her time, she grabs the ladder on top of Warren and throws it over the top rope, then grabs the one remaining ladder and starts to climb.

West: There’s bodies everywhere, Robina is the only one standing, is she about to become the North American Champion.

Harris: Sienna’s ‘perfect megastar’ is going to make this a perfect night.

Robina is at the top of the ladder and she grabs hold of the belt, only to nudge it away. Finally, after three attempts she gets a firm hand on it and starts to work on unfastening it. Her progress is interrupted by Cid though, who joins her at the top of the ladder. Cid grabs the belt from Robina and slams it into her face, knocking her off the top of the ladder to the mat. Cid then leaps off and hits her with a splash.

West: PHOENIX DOWN! And now Cid is climbing back!

Harris: He can’t win this, surely!

But Cid is up, but clutching ribs and soon flops down to the mat. Havok and Niobe are now making a climb towards the belt. At the top of the ladder they have a scuffle, but Havok eventually grabs Niobe and gives her Commence Destruction (Rolling Cutter) from the top of the ladder. There is bedlam among the crowd cheering and hollering at the top of their lungs as the bodies of eight megastars are flat out in the ring.

West: This match promised anarchy, it promised carnage folks! Just look at the ring, eight Meltdown Megastars down and out. This match has delivered!

Harris: But it’s not over yet, Shane. Somebody is going to have to find a way to climb the ladder and claim the belt.

As the noise begins to die down its Warren and Amy who start climbing the ladder, but very slowly. The crowd are urging them on and as they take each rung one at a time. Amy is the first one to the top and she manages to gasp the belt safely, then begins to working on unhooking it, but Warren arrives on the scene and stops her with a palm strike to the face. Now Warren makes a grab for the belt, but Amy does two and they both begin to tussle for the belt on top of the ladder.

West: Warren Peace or Amy Zing – one of them is surely going to leave here as Champion in the next few seconds.

Harris: Look at that ladder, Shane, is teetering on the brink of toppling.

The tussling between Warren and Amy has got the ladder rocking from left to right, up on one set of rungs. It settles down as Warren slams Amy’s head down on the ladder, then goes after the belt. Guvnor gets up and goes for the ladder, but he’s stopped by Evan McDonald who grabs Guvnor by the throat. Guvnor starts gesticulating at the ladder, Evan looks up, nods to the Londoner, then lifts Guvnor into a military press and launches him at the side of the ladder with enough force to send it toppling sideways: Amy Zing goes with it, right over the top rope and crashes with a blood-curdling thud into the crowd barrier, bouncing off it in impact, leaving her a motionless heap outside the ring. However, Warren leapt off as the ladder tumbled and landed on Evan with a Senton Bomb.

West: The athleticism from Warren Peace!

Harris: He may have saved his skin there too because Amy Zing looks in a really bad way outside the ring.

West: We may need some EMTs out here to check on here....and fast!

In the ring Cid is getting to his feet and he sets the ladder upright; Havok is outside the ring and slides a second ladder in. Both ladders are upright underneath the title belt: Cid is climbing one, Havok the other. Soon Robina joins Cid on his ladder, Niobe is on the other side of Havok’s. They are all halfway towards their goal when Guvnor slides a third ladder into the ring and sets it up. He climbs, soon reaches Havok and they exchange punches. Evan and Warren now join in the fun, and a few seconds later Amy Zing gets back into the ring and climbs behind Niobe.

West: We’ve got all eight competitors across these three ladders! Anything can happen here.

Harris: This doesn’t look good Shane...WAIT A MINUTE! EVAN MCDONALD IS REACHING FOR THE TITLE!

West: He’s come out of nowhere here!

But Warren Peace grabs Evan and pushes him off the ladder. Evan hits the ropes, then charges right back at the side of the ladder, hitting with a huge shoulder charge that sends that ladder toppling over, which hits the next one, which hits the next one, and the result of this domino effect is three ladders toppling over and Meldown megastars crashing into the ropes, into the mat, some even to the outside....The crowd go beserk as the bodies of eight, NO WAIT....in all that toppling one Megastar as the wherewithal to leap and grab onto the title belt, leaving them dangling in the middle of the ring!

West: Gov'Nor is hanging onto the belt here....HOW DID HE DO THIS!

Harris: They’re undoing the belt, Shane!

From this position, Gov'Nor is able to release the belt and drop to the mat with the North American Championship belt in their grasp.

DING! DING! DING!

Winner: Gov'Nor

Ferrari: Ladies and gentlemen, the APW NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION.......GOV'NOR

West: In all my years as an APW commentator and reporter, I have never seen anything like this, Dick.

Harris: What an unbelievable match, Shane! They’ve done Meltdown proud, every single one of them, by delivering tonight on the biggest stage of all time!

[President Jeff]

The scene cuts backstage where we see backstage interviewer Cindy Shannon standing beside C.J. Gates.

Cindy Shannon: Joining me at this time is the number one contender to the APW Undisputed title C.J. Gates.

Gates smiles at Cindy and tips his hat.

Cindy Shannon: Tonight you take on Terry Marvin for the Undisputed title, a title which you lost at this event last year. How are you feeling?

C.J. Gates: I'm feeling good. Great even. It's been a tough year for me, but all the hard work I put in is definitely paying off. If there's one thing I learned, it's that one should never give up. I didn't, and in the end, I managed to get back to where I was at last years Rasslemania. And, if I can be honest, I think I'm a better competitor then I was last year.

Cindy Shannon: You've got a tough task ahead of you. Terry Marvin had an incredible year and no one has been able to beat him. What makes you think you have what it takes?

Gates nods his head.

C.J. Gates: Well, I've beaten him before, that's something I have going for me. But I know that's not all that it takes. What I do know is that I've come a long way from my low point of the summer, and I've been tested. I've gone up against Level One, Kurt Noble and Evan Envi and come out on top. Terry Marvin is the logical next step and I am going to give it my all to beat him.

Cindy Shannon: How important would beating Terry Marvin be to you?

C.J. Gates: It would be extremely important. As I've said, I'm not just doing this for myself. I'm not just going out there to win an Undisputed title. I'm going out there with my sights set on ending the reign of Terry Marvin, not as a champion, but as the evil tyrant that he is. The idea has been tossed around that I'm looking to save APW from Terry Marvin, and I think that would be a proper assessment.

Cindy Shannon: Are you worried about it being an iron man match?

C.J. Gates: Not at all. After all, I fought Biggs in an Iron Man match at Christmas Chaos in 2011, so I know what it takes to compete for sixty, sixty-five minutes straight without a good rest. I'm ready for the toll that will take on my body, and I know that I won't be giving up before the time limit expires.

Cindy Shannon: Any final words for Terry Marvin?

Gates turns to face the camera.

C.J. Gates: This is it, Terry. This is where your crusade ends. This is where your quest to dominate every aspect of the wrestling world comes to an end. This is where the dragon's head gets chopped off. I'm more prepared for this match then I have been for any match in recent memory. More prepared than I was for Level One's match. More then Survive and Conquer. I've made sure to focus everything in on you, on beating you, and on saving APW from you. The Undisputed title is just an added bonus.

The question, Terry, is whether or not you are going to be able to accept the fact that your time at the top is going to end. That your reign will be over. Eventually, you will just be a year in the record books. But tonight? Tonight is Rasslemania. Tonight is when we put ourselves to the test in a sixty minute iron man match.

Tonight, it's time to go big or go home.

Gates turns and walks out of the scene as the shot cuts back to ringside.




Tony: The following contest is scheduled for one fall



Wretches And Kings By Linkin Park plays over the sound system and instantly, the crowd boo’s. A cage begins lowering down from the ceiling over the entrance ramp with fireworks coming out on the side of the cage. Stefan Raab is seen standing in the cage doing boxing punches wearing his sunglasses along with his hooded coat with his TV Total logos and his The Killerplauze nickname on the back of his coat, along with his gold and black wrestling trousers as the crowd boo the hell out of Stefan.

Tony: Introducing first, from Cologne, Germany, weighing in at 260 pounds, he is the Killerplauze….STEFAN….RAAAAAAAAAAB!

As the cage comes to the ground, Stefan then opens the cage doors and he then jumps and skips down to the ramp ignoring the fans before going up the stairs to get into the ring doing a holdup on each turnbuckle. The crowd continuing to boo Stefan before taking his coat and his sunglasses off and preparing to fight as he has anger in his eyes before doing some more punches to the camera as he awaits President Jeff's arrival.

Nailz: Stefan Raab looks ready tonight!

Beckett: This match is a long time coming.

Tony: Any his opponent

The lights go out as Raining Blood by Slayer hit’s the PA. “President” Hurricane Jeff walks out from behind the apron and the crowd goes wild for the hometown hero. Wearing his wrestling tights and a black vest with his logo on it, Jeff lifts his arms in the air and pyro shoots off. Jeff then makes his way down the aisle.

Tony: Hailing from TORONTO, ONTARIO CANADA! Weighing in at 230 pounds. He is Mr. Rasslemania, the owner of Action Packed Wrestling, “PRESIDENT” HURRRRRRRRICANE…..JEFFFFFFFFF!

Jeff slaps the hands of the fans as he makes his way down to the ring. He walks up the ring steps, and walks half way down the apron. He looks out into the crowd and then enters the ring through the ropes and goes to the nearest corner and climbs up and raises his arms and the crowd cheer’s.

Nailz: Its no secret that the Toronto crowd is behind Jeff here tonight.

Beckett: We haven’t seen Jeff wrestle a match since last year’s Rasslemania. This is going to be a real treat to watch.

Just as Jeff steps down from the corner, Stefan Raab runs and nails Jeff from behind, knocking him into the corner.

Raab hits Jeff with a couple punches and then snap mares him out of the corner. Raab pulls off Jeff’s vest and wraps it around his throat and begins choking him. Raab squeezes tight and the ref counts for the break.

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Raab releases it and then throws the vest out of the ring. Raab pulls Jeff up to his feet and takes him to the corner and hits him with some boxing punches. Jeff gets his arms up, trying to block the punches. Raab takes Jeff to the ropes and Irish whips him. Jeff hit’s the ropes and runs into a boot to the midsection. Jeff is bent over and Raab comes off the ropes and nails Jeff in the face with a knee lift.

Nailz: Raab is taking it to Jeff in the early minutes of this match

Beckett: Had he not attack Jeff from behind before the bell, the match could be different at the moment.

Raab stands over Jeff, looking out into the crowd. Jeff slowly gets up and Raab grabs Jeff and throws him to the outside through the ropes. The crowd boo’s and Jeff hit’s the floor.

Nailz: Raab just threw Jeff out of the ring, in front of his friends and family.

Beckett: I think I know where Raab is going with this.

Raab slowly steps through the ropes and hops down to the outside. He grabs Jeff and leans him up against the ring. Raab looks at Jeff’s family and friends and then chops Jeff. The crowd boo’s Raab. Raab then pulls Jeff away from the ring and then lifts him up and drops him chest first across the ring barrier in front of Jeff’s friends and Family.

Nailz: Raab is taunting Jeff’s friends and family here who are in the front row.

Beckett: Uh-oh, this isn’t looking good.

Raab grabs a camera from a family member and then takes a picture of himself kicking Jeff in the head. Raab tosses the Camera back and One of Jeff’s friends stands up and starts yelling at Raab. The two of them are exchanging words and Jeff’s friend is taunting Raab to hit him. Raab pulls his arm back for a punch, but Jeff is up, hook’s Raab’s arm and spins him around and starts firing with right hand punches. Jeff grabs Raab by his head and smashes it into the ring apron. The crowd is cheering as Jeff rolls Raab into the ring. Jeff hops up to the ring apron and climbs up to the top rope. Raab is back up and Jeff leaps off the top rope and lands with a flying cross body into a cover
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Nailz: Raab got a little to arrogant here and Jeff took advantage of it.

Beckett: Jeff is a veteran, you don’t give him an opportunity to take advantage.

Jeff grabs Raab by his head and pulls him up to his feet and throws Raab to the corner. Jeff charges at Raab and Raab gets an elbow up in Jeff’s face. Jeff grabs his face and stumbles back and Raab runs out of the corner at Jeff and Jeff counters with a back body drop. Raab gets up and Jeff takes him down with a clothesline and then a arm drag. Jeff hangs on to the arm and locks in a arm bar.

Nailz: Looks like Jeff is slowing the pace of this match down here.

Beckett: By not being in the ring for a year, Jeff is looking pretty good.

Raab battles up to his feet and Jeff hooks Raab’s arm and slips in behind him in a hammer lock and then quickly into a side headlock. Raab tries getting out of it by putting her hands in Jeff’s face. Jeff grinds the headlock. Raab takes Jeff to the ropes and throws him off. Jeff comes back and takes Raab down in the middle of the ring with a shoulder tackle. Jeff stands over Raab and then hits the ropes. Raab goes to his stomach and Jeff hops over Raab but stops. Raab gets up and Jeff is right there and nails Raab with a European Uppercut. Raab hit’s the mat. Jeff goes for a cover hooking the leg
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Jeff picks Raab up and shoves him to the corner. Jeff goes in towards Raab, and Raab thumbs Jeff in the eye.

Nailz: Cheap shot by Raab.

Beckett: I have to give Raab credit, he came here tonight to win and is doing whatever it takes.

Raab grabs Jeff’s head and head butt’s him. Raab grabs Jeff, and suplexes him in the middle of the ring and then goes for a cover.
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Raab stands up and drops an elbow on Jeff. Gets back up, drops another elbow on the chest of Jeff. Raab then takes his hand and puts it on Jeff’s throat and chokes him. The ref counts for the break

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Raab releases it. Raab grabs Jeff and pulls him up to his feet and takes him to the ropes and leans him over the middle rope. Raab leans on Jeff choking him for a second and then runs off the opposite rope, comes back and jumps onto the back of Jeff, forcing Jeff’s throat into the ropes. Jeff comes off the ropes and then Raab grabs Jeff by his head and DDT’s him. Raab then covers
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Nailz: President Jeff is struggling right now.

Beckett: Raab has done his homework on Jeff. Raab looks to have Jeff right where he wants him.

Raab picks Jeff up and Raab goes for a punch and Jeff blocks it and the crowd cheer’s as Jeff comes back with a punch of his own. Raab goes for another and again, Jeff blocks it and hits Raab with another punch. Jeff comes off the ropes running towards Raab, and Raab catches Jeff with a knee to the midsection and Jeff flips over to the mat. Jeff holds his midsection and Raab kicks Jeff in the head a few times and then goes for a cover
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Raab lifts Jeff up and takes him to the corner and starts kicking him. Raab throws Jeff to the opposite corner. Jeff hit’s the corner hard and stumbles out of the corner and Raab lifts Jeff’s up, spins him and plants him with a Spinebuster! Raab goes for a cover
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Nailz: A near fall that was.

Beckett: This is the point that Raab needs to stay focus if he wants to win.

Raab looks at the ref and yells at him that it should have been a three count. Raab stands up over Jeff. Jeff is slowly getting up and Raab is slapping Jeff in the back of the head, disrespecting him. Raab pulls Jeff up and throws him into the ropes. Raab puts his head down and Jeff comes back, grabs Raab in a front face lock, jumps and spins 360 degree’s and plants Raab with a DDT!

Nailz: The Hurricane DDT!

Beckett: This could be the turning point of this match!

With both guys laying on the mat, the ref begins to count them both out

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Both guys get to their feet and Raab goes for a punch, but Jeff ducks it and runs off the ropes and comes back, taking Raab down with a jumping clothesline. Raab bounces back up and Jeff throws Raab into the corner. Jeff runs and jumps to the middle ropes and starts punching Raab and the crowd cheer’s and count each punch.

1.…2...3.….4...5.…6.…7...8.…9.……………10

Jeff hops down and steps back and Raab falls flat onto his face. Jeff gets in position and waits for Raab to get to his feet. Raab gets to his knee’s and Jeff runs and nails Raab with a shinning Wizard. Jeff pulls Raab away from the ropes and then covers him.
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Nailz: Vintage Jeff

Beckett: Raab may have a concussion after that.

Jeff grabs Raab and pulls him up to his feet and kicks him in the gut. Jeff then comes off the ropes and gives him a swinging neck breaker. Jeff goes for another cover
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Jeff goes to the corner and starts slapping his leg, setting up for super kick. Raab slowly rises to his feet. Jeff goes for the super kick, but Raab catches Jeff’s foot and locks in the Ankle Lock.

Nailz: What a counter by Raab!

Beckett: She counted the Hurra-Kick into the Killer Lock.

Raab has Jeff in the middle of the ring, twisting his ankle. Jeff is screaming in pain as he’s reaching for the ropes. Raab is twisting the ankle and Jeff isn’t quitting. The crowd is behind Jeff and Jeff is crawling towards the ropes slowly. Jeff is reaching and his finger tips touch the ropes and Raab pulls Jeff back to the middle of the ring and then wraps his legs around Jeff’s legs for a grapevine ankle lock

Nailz: Jeff is in trouble here.

Beckett: This may be the end.

Raab is yelling at Jeff to quit as he keep’s twisting the ankle. Jeff continues to scream in pain, however, won’t quit. Jeff however, slowly inches his way to the ropes and Raab keeps twisting. Jeff reaches for the ropes, but isn’t close enough. Jeff slowly pulls himself a little closer and grabs the bottom rope. The crowd cheer’s but Raab isn’t letting go. The ref counts

1.…2...3...4.…. Raab releases

Nailz: Raab using every second to his advantage.

Beckett: How much damage has just been done to Jeff’s ankle. Raab pulls Jeff up and pulls him to the middle of the ring. Raab hooks Jeff up for a suplex and Jeff counters with a small package
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Raab gets up and takes Jeff down quick. Raab goes to the corner and waits for Jeff to get up. Jeff pulls himself up in the corner and Raab runs for a spear, but Jeff moves and Raab hit’s the corner with his shoulder. Raab comes out of the corner and DIAMOND CUTTER!

Nailz: EYE OF THE HURRICANE!


The crowd cheer’s and Jeff favoring his ankle, struggles to turn Raab over and covers him
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Nailz: WHAT?

Beckett: Raab just kicked out of the move Jeff has won many championships with!

Jeff is shocked as he gets back up to his feet, he pulls Raab up and hits him with a couple of punches, and then Jeff lifts Raab up over his shoulder for the White Noise, but Raab kicks his feet and Jeff puts Raab back down to his feet and Raab drops to a knee and uppercuts his arms between Jeff’s legs with a low blow and Jeff falls over grabbing his crotch. The crowd’s boo’s

Nailz: Raab just countered the Hurra-Driver

Beckett: Raab should be disqualified for this!

Raab stands tall in the middle of the ring and yells “THAT’S IT!” Raab grabs Jeff and puts his hand on Jeff’s throat.

Nailz: Looks like Raab is going for his Rabinator finisher, the choke slam power bomb.

Before Raab can lifts Jeff up, Jeff kicks Raab in the midsection, breaking free. Raab stumbles back and as he goes towards Jeff, Jeff nails Raab with the Hurra-Kick. Raab falls backwards into the corner. The crowd cheer’s as Jeff goes to the corner and lifts Raab up to the top rope.

Beckett: It looks like Jeff is going to end this now with the Spanish Fly!

Jeff climbs up to the top and both men are standing on the top rope. Jeff grabs Raab in a rock bottom position. Before Jeff can moonsault off the top with Raab. Raab starts elbowing Jeff in the side of the head. Raab with his hand, grabs Jeff around the throat. And in one motion, Raab takes Jeff off the top rope with a Chokeslam Powerbomb, driving him in the middle of the ring.

Nailz: THE RABINATOR!!!

Beckett: CAN THIS BE IT!

Raab covers Jeff and he hooks the leg.
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Winner: Stefan Raab

The crowd boo’s as Raab stands up, hits music playing and the referee raises his arm in victory.

Nailz: I can’t believe it, Stefan Raab did it, Stefan Raab defeated President Jeff.

Beckett: A huge win for Stefan Raab this is.

Raab goes to the corner and climbs up to the turn buckle and poses for the fans who are showing Raab their hate towards him. Raab hops down and see’s the ref checking on Jeff. Raab watches this and then charges and shoves the ref out of the way and begins punching Jeff in the face.

Nailz: C’mon now, the match is over.

Raab starts kicking Jeff, and just stomping a mud hole in him.

Beckett: This is uncalled for.

Jeff gets on all fours and Raab punt kicks Jeff in the ribs. Jeff lays in the middle of the ring and Raab goes to the outside and grabs a steel chair and folds it up.

Nailz: Someone needs to stop this.

Raab gets into the ring with the chair and waits for Jeff to get up. Raab is hitting the mat with the chair, waiting for Jeff to get up. Jeff gets up and Raab charges with a big swing. Jeff ducks it. Raab turns and Jeff HurraKick’s the chair into Raab’s face. Raab goes down and drops the chair.

Nailz: Jeff isn’t down yet!

The crowd cheer’s as Jeff takes the chair, lays it in the middle of the ring. Raab slowly gets up and Jeff lifts Raab up for the HurraDriver and drops Raab on his head on the Steel chair. The crowd goes balistic as Jeff gets up to his feet and stands over Raab. Jeff raises his own arm and then “Raining Blood” by Slayer hit’s the PA.

Beckett: The fans came here tonight to see Jeff beat up Raab and that’s what they got.

Nailz: Jeff may not have won the match, but he sure as hell got the last laugh!

Jeff exit’s the ring as his music continues to play. Jeff heads up the ramp as Stefan Raab slowly comes to and we go to a hype video commercial for the World Heavyweight Title match between Keaton Saint and Michael Callahan.

[President Jeff]

After that last epic collision, it seems like nothing could possibly top it, but the two men about to compete are looking to do just that as we head into the penultimate match of Rasslemania IX. Already in the ring, Tony Ferrari is looking dapper in his tuxedo as he heralds in the next contest.

Ferrari: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for ONE fall and is for the World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first... from London, England! He is your reigning, defending champion! Weighing in at 242lbs.... He IS KEATOOOOON SAIIIIIINT!

Music starts playing through the sound system, but rather than the ordinary “Cold War” that we're used to hearing, instead we get the sound of “In The Air Tonight” by Nonpoint, a cover of a Genesis classic. The lights dip down low and smoke spews out of the machine. At the point the vocals kick in, Keaton Saint steps out of the curtain to thunderous applause and cheering. With the belt slung over his shoulder, he looks a little shaken but ready and raring to go for his match.

Nailz: And here comes the champion, to Nonpoint's cover of Phil Collins definitive track. This is the song that they played for Keaton at the beginning of his storied career, and now they play it for him here tonight! Keaton Saint must be buzzing, going to RassleMania as defending champion!

Beckett: Two weeks ago, it looked like Keaton might not even have a match on the card, but here he is now as defending champion against a very game opponent!

He makes his way down to the ring, high-fiving fans as he makes his grand entrance to the ring with a huge smile on his face. Climbing up the ring steps, he shuffles his way into the ring feeling cool and relaxed about the night, ready to tackle whatever comes out that curtain to face him.

{color=red]Nailz: Keaton is game tonight. He is ready to take on anyone and anything. Michael Callahan has got a hell of a job on his hands tonight.[/color]

The music dies down and Keaton takes his place in the corner, waiting for the next entrant.

Ferrari: And from Kelso, Washington, weighing in at 224lbs, he is the challenger, he is The American Hero! MICHAELLLLL CALLLAHAAAAAANNN!

Then, the lights go out and total darkness consumes the arena. Cameras flash and the audience start screaming and booing, until the falsetto voice of one David Patrick Kelly in an iconic scene from Hollywood history.

WARRIORSSSSS... COME OUT TO PLAYYYYY!

The lights return, and making their way out of rank en masse is about forty men carrying baseball bats wearing and dressed up to match, with blood-stained baseball shirts and baseball caps to set off their jaundice yellow faces and black make-up. These ladies and gentlemen are the Baseball Furies, a notorious gang from Walter Hill's “The Warriors”. It's an intimidating sight, until the sample stops and the sound of “Take Me Out To The Ball Game” as performed by Frank Sinatra and Gene Kelly hits the system.

NELLY KELLY LOVED BASEBALL GAMES!
KNEW THE PLAYERS, KNEW ALL THEIR NAMES!
YOU COULD SEE HER THERE EVERY DAY!
SHOUT “HURRAY”, WHEN THEY PLAY!

HER BOYFRIEND BY THE NAME OF JOE!
SAID, “TO CONEY ISLE DEAR, WE'LL GO!”
THEN NELLY STARTED TO FRET AND POUT!
AND TO HIM I HEARD HER SHOUT, HEY!

TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALL GAME!
TAKE ME OUT WITH THE CROWD!
BUY ME SOME PEANUTS AND CRACKERJACK!
I DON'T CARE IF I NEVER GET BACK!

Sauntering out with face paint to match, Michael Callahan gets a horrendous jeering session as he swaggers out ready and raring to go. He dances his way down the aisle with a grin the size of Toronto on his face, ignoring the constant shouting and heckling from the fans as the Furies clear way for him to walk down. He struts his way down the aisle wit a waltzing step.

Nailz: And here comes our challenger! Michael Callahan looks ready and raring to go with that unusual ode to the classics! A bit of Sinatra never hurt anyone!

Beckett: NO, but Michael Callahan sure has and you can see from Keaton's pained smile that he's still feeling that baseball attack. Callahan knows he's hurt, and he's having fun with his walk. Frank Sinatra, what a classy guy.

But rather than culminate his grand entrance with the usual saunter up the steps, foot wipe and climb through the middle rope, Callahan breaks routine and launches forward at a staggering pace to slide under the ring and go right after Keaton Saint with a flying fore-arm and a furious flurry of left hands to back him up into the corner. The bell rings and Keaton starts throwing back twice as hard some blistering knife edge chops to regain the ground and push Callahan back to the centre but on the eighth rapid fire chop, Callahan ducks and ploughs forward with a pushing tackle to put Keaton right back into the corner. Callahan unleashes a combination of snap jabs to Keaton's face, a strike a second as we head into the first stretch at a hundred miles an hour.

Nailz: Jesus! Callahan and Saint here are flying out of the gates on this one!

Beckett: You can say that again! Pedal to the metal here in the early goings of this hotly touted contest! Keaton's really getting nailed by those punches!

On the seventh jab, Saint ducks and weaves his way out of the corner behind Callahan who he then turns around and pushes into the corner to trap him. Saint fires off some machine gun chops at high velocity, getting the crowd “Woo!”ing as the sound of his knife edge fore-arm slamming into his sends shudders through the crowd. Saint lunges with a high knee to the head but Callahan ducks, hooks Saint's knee and hauls him up and over the top rope to try and dump him to the floor below. As he falls, Saint grabs a hold of the ropes and swings himself around so he's standing on the apron but Callahan not one to be distracted delivers a baller shot to the face with his fore-arm sending Saint flying to the ground.

Nailz: Look out below! Callahan sends Saint spilling to the floor and we might just end up in the middle of this one, Beckett!

Beckett: Callahan now hot on Saint's trail, relentless in his pursuit to win the gold! Saint better watch himself here!

Callahan climbs out of the ring and drops down to ring-side as Saint gets up and starts dusting himself off. Seeing Callahan on the stomp towards him, he takes two steps back and then grabs Callahan and uses his own momentum to twist around and hurl him over the crowd barrier and into the laps of a fat redneck looking woman, her anorexic geek husband and a college stoner who immediately put their hands up like they're at gunpoint, wanting nothing to do with Callahan. Using the guard rail to pull himself to his feet, Callahan lunges at the smirking Saint who ducks and grabs the head of the off balance Callahan, lifts him up and suplexes him gut first onto the hard crowd rail. The crowd “Ooh” as Callahan coughs and splutters, impaled on the rail.

Beckett: Hahahaha! Ouch! Talk about a gut check! Callahan just ate that one like a champ. He might just lose his lunch! At least he had the soft landing for when Saint threw him over the barrier.

Nailz: Don't be cruel, Steve. In any case, Saint is taking a desirable early lead in this one as Callahan sits draped across that barrier.

Saint leaves Callahan suspended over the barrier for a moment pondering his next move, then executes it with a ruthless display of power. He pulls him into another suplex, suspends him up high, stalls for a moment and then drops him flat on his back with a suplex straight to the concrete. Callahan writhes on the ground in agony as the crowd erupt, whooping and a hollering for Saint as he seals his advantage. Brushing himself off, he takes his bow to the audience and soaks in their admiration while Callahan crawls towards the ring steps for support. Saint clocks him, takes a step back then lunges with a flying two legged dropkick gunning to slam Callahan's head against the steel steps, but NO! Callahan dodges at the last second and Saint slams into the steps with a nasty thud.

Beckett: Grief! I felt that! Saint might've just blown his legs out with that one!

Nailz: And the pace of the match flips right back to Callahan! This is the break that Callahan needs to get right back into this.

Callahan grabs Saint and rushes him right back into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Saint has to hobble on his feet having just smacked both legs into solid steel at 80 miles an hour, but Callahan doesn't let this deter him. Saint rolls onto his fore-arms and pushes himself up to his feet as Callahan climbs into the ring after him but with a swift kick to the ribs, Callahan cuts down Saint's attempt to try and gain some ground. Callahan cockily plants a boot on the chest of Saint as he throws a salute to the Canadian audience who don't respond well at all. The referee slides in to make the count.

Nailz: That's a half assed pin if I've ever seen one! Show some more respect, Callahan!

Beckett: Good on you Callahan! Show that little dweeb Saint who the man is!

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NO! Saint wraps himself around Callahan's leg and trips him to the floor. Callahan squirms and tries to scramble away but Saint is on him like a shot. Wriggling on his belly, Callahan crawls for the rope but Saint is quick as a flash on his back with the Keaton Clutch! locked in! This could be over in an instant! He's got it locked in! Callahan starts screaming in agony as he feels the pain of having his arms crossed and yanked back around his throat. Callahan flails and kicks the mat like a champ but Saint has got it cinched in tight and a good threet feet away from the ropes as well. With no arms to reach, Callahan is caught dead in the water.

Nailz: This could be it! Keaton Saint has the Keaton Clutch locked right in and there's absolutely nowhere for Callahan to go! Is he gonna' pass out or quit?!

Beckett: WHAT?! Come on Callahan! Fight it! You can do it!

Callahan struggles and shakes his head, but even on fresh legs getting out of this excruciating hold is a challenge at the best of times. Callahan can only fight it for so long, before he uses his strength to power his hands free and slip out underneath and behind Saint with view to hooking YES! Victory Lock! Callahan hooks in the rear naked choke and body scissors with beautiful efficiency and completely flips the match on it's head once again. Saint tries to pull Callahan's arm off but the relentless Callahan, one of the true master craftsman of submissions fighting simply will not budge. Saint could well power out of it, but time is ticking and he hasn't got the strength to exert. Instead he bridges his body and rolls Callahan onto his shoulders as the referee slides in to make the count.

Beckett: YESSSSSS! Callahan just flipped it again and now Saint is facing being the most embarrassing champion of all time!

Nailz: That Victory Lock is locked in folks, and in this battle of Choke Submissions, the winner is the man with the better lung capacity.

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Nailz: Yes! The match goes on!

Beckett: Brilliant strategy by Keaton Saint! Let's keep this going!

Both men scramble back to their feet, only for a battle of suplexes to unfold as Callahan goes straight in for an overhead Belly to Belly Suplex, sending Saint hurtling across the ring and straight onto his back. Saint and Callahan both fuelled by adrenaline bound back to their feet and prepare for another round. This time though, Saint hooks it right up with a Release Aztec Suplex that sends Callahan crashing to the mat with authority. Callahan lands flat on the mat and Saint gets up waiting for yet another but instead, Callahan simply makes a B-line for the exit and dodges underneath the bottom rope. Saint leaps after Callahan and soars over the top rope with a beautiful aerial display but Callahan sees him coming and leaps up with a huge dropkick to the ribs that makes Saint completely regret the impulse decision.

Nailz: GRIEF! Callahan with a nasty looking dropkick to an airborne Keaton Saint! With Callahan back in the drivers seat, what more can he hope to do?

Callahan grabs Keaton and drags him towards the ring post, a deadly plan in mind as he hauls him to his feet and props him up against it. Callahan then heads for the timekeepers table where he clears everyone out and pulls out Martinez, his signed by a Mariner Hall of Famer baseball bat that he's used to put lesser men away. Stepping up to the plate, Callahan swings as hard as he can, wanting to crack Saint's head open like a watermelon against the ring post but Saint ducks and to Callahan's horror, the bat snaps clean in half on the ring post.

Beckett: What're you nuts, Callahan?! YOU'LL GET DISQUALIFIED!

Nailz: OH! AND HE MISSED! Saint ducks at the last second and just like that, his baseball bat is OUT of play!

Mortified, Callahan drops the splintered, shattered bat remains as Saint grabs his head and rams him face first into the ring post which rings out with a sickening crack as his head bounces off it like a basketball. Callahan hits the deck hard and as the camera pans around, it's clear to see that Callahan's been bust wiiiiiiiide open. The crowd reel and frenzy up at the sight of true American blood, while Callahan clutches his nose in agony as crimson spurts out of it. Saint grabs Callahan before he can try to recuperate and slings him towards the ring steps ready for something big now.

Nailz: Oh God! Keaton has just bust Callahan up and now there's blood all over the ring-side! Somebody better clean that up!

Beckett: Somebody better mop that up! Someone could get hurt!

Saint grabs Callahan by the steps and yanks him to his feet, but finds him being taken off his feet with a thunderous uppercut that for just a brief second makes Saint take off, and before Callahan can even land he goes straight for Landslide Election across the steel steps out of nowhere! The crash is like thunder and the impact is even worse as Callahan risks injuring himself in the quest to destroy Keaton Saint. Saint smacks into the steps and then bounces off and to the floor, now wearing a mask of his own to match Callahan's. The crowd reel at the sizable cunt, and Keaton is seemingly out for the count as is Callahan. The ref starts counting them out.

Nailz: Both men down! Blood everywhere! Keaton and Callahan are going tit for tat here! A Landslide Election ends careers! A Landslide Election onto the steel steps ends lives! Callahan needs to get Saint into the ring and pin him!

Beckett: There's more blood than a butcher shop floor!

Callahan is the first to budge and in doing so, he gets up to his feet and pulls the steel steps out and drags them to alongside the ring. He drags Keaton and plants him on top of it looking like he's ready for sacrifice on the altar before climbing the turnbuckle and saluting the crowd as he goes for a big time Primary Elbow to the outside of the ring and onto the steps, but at the last second Saint rolls out the way and Callahan damn near breaks his arm landing on the step. He screams in pain and rolls on the floor, spasming and twitching at the sheer impact and as a follow up, Keaton then grabs Michael for the Stalling Fisherman Suplex and plants him right onto the steel steps again.

Nailz: Jesus H! A lucky dodge by Keaton and Callahan may now well have broke his arm!

Beckett: That Primary Elbow would've crushed Keaton's ribcage! This match has gotta' stop soon or we're going to have a fatality on our hands! Saint just broke Callahan's back with that beautiful Stalling Fisherman Suplex!

And with Callahan rolling onto his face, Saint wastes no opportunity in doing some major damage with another Keaton Clutch. Jumping on Callahan's back, he locks the deadly submission straight in and wrenches back the chokehold to put an end to Callahan's championship hopes. It's in vain, because they're both outside the ring, but by weakening Callahan with the submission Saint can do some major preparation damage to set up the end of this contest. Callahan splutters and coughs in agony as the submission is clinched in tighter and Saint leans back as far as he can, threatening to break Callahan's back and rip his arms off in the process. Callahan starts going red in the face as the referee watches.

Beckett: No-no-NO! This is outrageous! Somebody stop that lunatic before he kills our dear leader!

Nailz: Smart strategy from Saint in taking out the oxygen of Callahan's lungs! If a man can't breathe, he can't fight!

Callahan starts fading away and fading, unable to budge Saint off his back and once the resistance stops, Saint immediately lets go which is when a faking it Callahan slips out from the back and chops the leg down putting Saint on one knee. Saint lunges out with an elbow to the back for Callahan's head as he attempts another Victory Lock, saving the match from a retaliation fire. Callahan staggers backwards and Saint lunges forward with a big time lariat that takes both men crashing down to the mat with authority. The crowd are amped up, eating every exchange between the two greats as the referee starts his count yet again.

Nailz: The referee now begins his count as both men lie flat-out on the concrete outside the ring. No man wants to quit, least of all not on the show of shows, but there comes a time when you simply can not go on any longer! These men will HAVE to be reaching that point sometime soon!

Beckett: Hopefully not! I could watch these guys beat the tar out of each other for a lifetime! And so can this crowd! Can you hear them chanting for Callahan?

Nailz: I have a feeling your hearing aid might be switched off, because it's no secret these people are firmly behind their champion!

With both men remaining motionless for sometime, the crowd watch in fevered anticipation as Saint is the first man to make it to his feet. He tries to throw Callahan back into the ring but Callahan isn't having any of it and starts firing back with some sharp elbows to the ribs. Callahan then goes for the hair of Saint and slams him face first into the top step and leaves him slumped over it ready for his next masterplan. Callahan raises both arms in the air in victory, blood and face paint running down his chest as he climbs over Saint and prepares for the next big move. He doesn't wait long to delay, as he throws up the Nixon Victory V's and delivers a sickening shunting Good Ol' Piledriver to the steel steps.

Nailz: OH GOD NO! CALLAHAN JUST TOOK THIS TO THE NEXT LEVEL WITH THAT SICK PILEDRIVER TO THE STEEL STEPS! THAT IS IT! LANDSLIDE ELECTION AND GOP! SAINT'S NECK HAS GOT TO BE BROKEN!

Nailz: OH GOOD GOD! That is a sickening impact! Saint's spine might well be shattered in an instant! Michael Callahan hits The GOP right onto those steps! This is just disgusting!

Beckett: Hahaha! Good night Keaton! Now if Callahan can just roll Saint back into the ring, this one is over! Nobody is getting up from that!

Callahan raises a blood-soaked fist, high in the air to the dismay of the fans who jeer and heckle him and then deciding not to waste any more precious time, he drags Saint's limp and bloody carcass and hauls him onto the apron and underneath the bottom rope. It's all as good as over now. Exhausted, Michael collapses on top of him with his legs dangling outside of the ring as he's too tired to push himself in further. The referee looks reluctant to even bother counting and wants instead to call for a stoppage, but he slowly gets down and starts counting the pin.

Nailz: Stick a fork in Keaton Saint because he is done! There is no way, no way anybody can come back from that!

Beckett: All hail President Callahan!

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THRE-KEATON GETS A FOOT TO THE ROPE!

Beckett: Oh that is BULL-

Nailz: The heart and resolve of Keaton Saint, the will and the presence of mind to get his boot on that rope! That is incredible! Saint has all the guts and heart and the veteran instinct to make a great champion! It would be a damn shame if Saint was to quit out now!

Beckett: Callahan can't believe it! I can't believe it!

Callahan is furious. He firstly blames the official for slow counting, then pulls Keaton Saint away from the ropes ready for another count but before he drops to make the cover, the gears start turning in Callahan's mind. He first looks at the top rope, then at Saint and starts trying to figure out the physics of the twisted brain-wrong that he's just created to put an end to the bout with. He grabs Saint's limp arm and drags him to the nearest turnbuckle as he puts the pieces together and assembles Saint's “death apparatus”. He grabs Saint by his hair and pulls him off the floor and to his feet. Saint, who's legs have been battered throughout the entire match can barely stand.

Nailz: Whatever Callahan is doing, he thinks it can top that brutal display of power with The GOP onto the steps. This is going to be horrific.

Beckett: I don't even think I want to watch this!

Struggle as he may, Callahan is just about able to crane Saint up onto the top rope. With blood pouring down his face and saliva hanging out the corner of his mouth, Saint is well and truly worse for wear and absolutely zonked. Callahan steps out onto the ring apron and starts scaling the turnbuckle, pushing Saint's head down as he throws the leg over and prepares for something special. Callahan looks out to the crowd, throws a good ol' US of A salute to this hot Canadian crowd one last time and then pulls the trigger. He delivers a fore-arm strike right to the back to stop Saint fighting back, then gets ready for the finale.

Nailz: Wait a minute, what... what is that.... What is Callahan plan-... oh God. No... no... NO. Callahan don't do this!

Beckett: Go on Callahan! Finish the job!

Nailz: You'll kill him Callahan!

With a sick smile, Callahan oozes the last of his strength to pull Saint up and with a rebel yell, he leaps off the top rope, taking Saint with him to deliver-OH MY GOD! An EARTH SHATTERING Good Ol' Piledriver, a sheer drop of about seven feet right onto his head and neck! Saint's neck must be shattered! It is all over! With the force of the titans, Michael Callahan delivers a world breaking GOP to Saint from The Top Rope! If ever there was a truer nuclear option to resort to, it is not something that humanity should ever incur! There's a sickening crunch as Saint's skull cracks into the mat with the force of a hammer. On impact, his body stiffens up and then slowly but surely falls to the left side of Callahan as the battle comes to a screeching halt! The crowd are chanting “HOLY SHIT!” repeatedly, as Callahan himself collapses to the mat from the impact.

Nailz: OH MY GODDDDDD! SUPER GOP! SUPER GOP! A TEXAS PILEDRIVER ALL THE WAY FROM THAT TOP ROPE AND STRAIGHT DOWN TO HELL! SOMEBODY CALL THE EMT'S!! SOMEBODY CALL THE COPS! KEATON SAINT COULD BE PARALYSED!

Beckett: JESUS! That is IT! This is over! Keaton Saint is leaving here on a stretcher! Keaton Saint would not quit the match, so Michael Callahan just gave him his eviction from life! What an incredible move! Both men are down! Who will win?!

There's a moment of beautiful, stunned silence after the top rope GOP. Everyone is on their feet to get a better look at Keaton and see if he's still alive but Callahan is in the way. There's a look of concern on the face of everyone in attendance until finally Michael rolls over and drapes a single, solitary arm over a face-down Saint to roll him over and make that final, heart-wrenching cover.

Nailz: Callahan makes the cover! Callahan makes the cover!

Beckett: That's it! This is over!

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Winner And NEW World Heavyweight Champion: Michael Callahan

Nailz: By the grace of God, it took every move in Callahan's arsenal and then an innovation of his own to do it, but we've got a new World Champion ladies and gentlemen!

Beckett: Michael Callahan has done what he called the impossible, beat Keaton Saint for his world championship! Now Saint was no slouch in that match, but Callahan was never gonna' let it go, not after Survive and Conquer. He wanted that gold!

Nailz: Well it's gonna' be a tough call for Terry and CJ to top that, but for now all we can say is that Michael Callahan has just become president... of the world!

We got to a hype video for our main event

[President Jeff]

Tony: The following contest is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING and it is a 60 Minute Iron Man Match for the APW Undisputed Championship

A green hue fills the arena as "Writing On the Wall" by the Tea Party begins to play and the fans instantly jump to their feet, cheering loudly. C.J. Gates quickly makes his way out from the back wearing his trademark cowboy hat and his "Go Big or Go Home" T-shirt. He points out to the fans in attendance and smiles before making his way down the ramp, tagging hands with the fans along the side of it. Gates reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope before springing to his feet and climbing the nearest turnbuckle. He points out at the fans one more time before raising his arms in the air to another loud chorus of cheers.

Tony: Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 215 lbs. and representing Fargo, North Dakota.... C.J. GATES!

The lights in the arena go completely out as One Spotlight shines up to high above the ring in the rafters where a MAKE SHIFT stage has been setup. The spotlight illuminates on one man's face as Sean "Puffy" Combs stands there with mic in hand and arms streatched out wide to chears from the fans.

"SHOWTIME SEASON HAS RETURNED!"

Another spotlight shines on the stage as NAS is standing right there next to Puffy.

"It's been a long time, been a long time comin
Looks like the death of me now
But you know, there's no turning back now
This is what makes me - this is what I am"

THe beat of the music begins as Lights flash on the stage as it's lowered from the rafters by cables to about 20 feet above the stage. The performers all dance as the beat continues and Puffy sings.

"You can hate me now.. but I won't stop now..
Cause I can't stop now.. you can hate me now..
But I won't stop now.. cause I can't stop now..
You can hate me now.. you can hate me NOWWWW.."

Nas: Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, CHILDREN of all ages. Let me present to you right now, GOD'S GIFT TO WRESTLING. He is the APW Undisputed Champion. He's the one and only...THE MAN, THE MYTH, THE LEGEND, THE REAL SHOW TERRY MARVIN!

The crowd boos as the guys on the stage point to the jumbotron. The music continues as lazer lights illuminate the top of the Tron where standing there is one man with two titles held out, one in each hand. Terry Marvin smiles, while strapped to a harness of some sort!

"Well you hate me I'm gon' hate you too
It's as simple as that
Die motherfucker die motherfucker die
You don't give a fuck I don't give a fuck
Go down any way you want it to go down (do it now)
Weak, jealous motherfuckers (do it now, do it now)
Fuck y'all!"

With that, Terry leaps off the Jumbo Tron to gasps from the crowd but instead of falling, he is caught by the ZIP line he's attached to and slides down from the tron to the ring with the Undisputed and VIW titles held out wide and proud. The crowd boos at this over indulgent display.

Out from the back walks Terry's new manager SAM STRACHON. He joins Marvin in the ring as he rips off the harness. Terry poses on each turnbuckle holding his titles high for all to see as the crowd rains down boos to him. He hands the VIW title to Sam and kisses the Undisputed championship before handing it to the ref. He then backs into a corner and Stares a hole through CJ Gates.

Harvey: Terry Marvin looks as determined as I've ever seen him here tonight. He's usually got an air of cockiness to him but not tonight! He's all business!

Chase: As much as it pains me to say, Gates isn't a walk in the park. He's been here before, he knows what he's about to get himself in to. Both men seem on top of their game!

The referee is holding the belt in the center of the ring, and lifts it high in the air, signifying that the championship is up for grabs. The bell rings and we’re underway! C.J. Gates stands on one side of the ring with APW Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin is directly on the other side of him. They slowly come out of their corner, in no hurry to charge at one another knowing that this match is going to be a marathon and not a sprint. Both men continue to feel out one another in a slow, methodical pace…despite the capacity crowd’s pleas for them to lock horns. They finally make contact and lock-up in the center of the ring with Marvin getting the early advantage, shoving Gates backwards in to the ropes. Marvin presses forward but the referee steps in between them as Gates is up against the turnbuckle. Marvin lifts his hands up in the air and smirks as Gates slowly comes out of the corner. They lock-up a second time and after several moments of each man gaining the advantage, Marvin shoves Gates backwards, this time putting him on his rear and forcing him to a complete roll, where his momentum carries him underneath the bottom rope to the outside.

Harvey: Marvin has a slight size advantage and he’s using it early in this match, Johnny!

Chase: It won’t make a difference in this style of match. It’s all about conditioning. Sixty minutes is a long time!

Gates climbs back in the ring and shakes out his wrists before circling the APW Undisputed Champion. He fakes like he’s going to lock-up a third time, and ducks underneath Marvin’s arms, and wraps him up in a waist lock from behind. He pushes Marvin towards the ropes and tries to roll him up with a school-boy, but Marvin holds on to the ropes, and Gates rolls backwards, coming up empty. Marvin quickly turns around and presses forward with a clothesline that Gates ducks underneath. He lunges towards the ropes and springboards back at Marvin, who’s bent over prepared for a back-body drop, but Gates notices and leapfrogs over him. He uses the other side of the ropes to send himself back at Terry, who’s well prepared for Gates. Before Gates can avoid him, Marvin picks him up by the stomach and presses him straight in the air, releasing him with his arms extended and watches as Gates comes crashing down to the mat face first. C.J. grabs his stomach in pain, as Marvin stands over top of him, slapping him on the back of the head in a taunting fashion.

Harvey: I can’t believe Marvin is taking Gates so lightly here! Gates is a former Undisputed Champion…he can’t afford to take it easy!

Chase: He’s got 56 more minutes to stomp a hole through Gates. Give him some time, Darren.

Marvin delivers a few calculated strikes on Gates, using a series of elbow drops across the sternum of his opponent. He grabs a handful of hair and pulls C.J. up to his feet and pushes him back against the turnbuckle. He hooks Gates’ arms over the top rope, leaving his bare chest exposed. Marvin pushes Gates’ shoulders back, and unloads a series of knife-edged chops that leave red welts across C.J’s chest. The crowd groans with every shot, with each one resounding throughout the arena. Marvin boots him in the stomach, forcing him to hunch over and release his arms from underneath the ropes. Marvin drives his shoulder in the midsection of Gates, and lifts him up in to a seated position on the top rope. He sets each of Gates’ legs outside the ropes, and climbs to the second rope. Terry hooks C.J. in a suplex position and launches himself backwards with a superplex that shakes the ring. Gates is in pain, as Marvin nonchalantly covers as the referee gets in position to cover…

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Marvin argues with the referee, yelling something about a slow count. He rolls over to the middle ropes and pulls himself up to his feet, and kicks at the downed C.J. Gates, almost toying with him. He peels Gates off the match and kicks him in the stomach, again doubling him over. He grabs him around the midsection and spins him over with a gutwrench powerbomb, in to a sitting position, but he shoves Gates’ feet over, refusing to pin him. He gets up and places a few timely legdrops across the throat of Gates, and again covers without much of a care.

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Harvey: What arrogance from our champion! He’s not going to get many falls this way.

Chase: He’s putting on a show for the good folks here in the audience. It is showtime, after all!

Harvey: Just a reminder folks, there is a timer running on the bottom of your screen! There is 44:32 seconds remaining in the match!

Marvin leans back over for another quick pin but Gates pushes him away before the referee can get in position. Marvin gets up, and lifts Gates up, whipping him in to the ropes. Gates comes charging back and ducks underneath Marvin’s clothesline attempt. He continues running and leaps up on the second rope, using it as a springboard for an asai moonsault! Marvin scurries away from the ring as quickly as possible with hopes of slowing down Gates’ newfound momentum. He walks around on the outside on the floor, jawing with a few fans at ringside. Meanwhile, Gates has perched himself on the top rope and is waiting for Marvin to reach his side of the ring, and right on cue, leaps off with a flying crossbody down on the outside. Both men land hard on the concrete floor and take several moments for them to get back up to their feet.

Harvey: This isn’t a new moment for C.J. Gates. He’s been here before and had the privilege of competing last year. On the other hand, this is the first RassleMania main event for Marvin. Do you think Gates has the advantage of being here before?

Chase: Please. Marvin ran through 100 other men en route to winning Survive and Conquer! He isn’t allergic to the big moment!

Tony: There is 36:34 remaining in the match!

Gates is the first to reach his feet and gets back in the ring to break the referees ten count. Marvin takes all the time he needs, down on one knee on the apron. The champion has his back turned to Gates, resting up against the ropes on the outside of the apron, and the fans don’t hesitate to let him know what they think about him. C.J. charges but the fan reaction tips Marvin off to Gates’ attack, and he sidesteps a dropkick attempt. Gates dives through the middle ropes, but has the wherewithal to hold on to the top rope. He pulls himself back up to the apron, and leaps up, to hurnacanrana Marvin off the apron and down to the floor again. The crowd erupts as C.J. helps Marvin back in to the ring, and goes for a cover…

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Gates has a visible confidence beginning to shine through. Both megastars meet in the center of the ring, and Marvin swings with a wild right, but Gates drops him with a drop-toehold in to the second rope, with Marvin’s neck lying perfectly across the cable. Gates eyes the turnbuckle, running up, and leaps off the top rope, garnering some serious hang time before connecting with a guillotine legdrop to the back of Marvin’s head. The crowd erupts as Gates manages to shield himself from major damage by holding on to the ropes. Marvin, who is now in an absolute daze and grasping for air, staggers to the center of the ring. Gates grabs him in a snapmare position, leading him over to the corner turnbuckle. C.J. runs up the side of the ring, and spins over with an acid drop!

Harvey: What a terrible sound, Johnny! The sickening thud of Marvin’s face hitting the mat…gross!

Chase: Crash and burn, Darren. Crash and burn!

Gates grabs him by the head, and pushes him over to the side with a headlock. He spins him over his side and down to the mat, wrenching tightly. Marvin shouts out in pain and reaches out towards the ropes with fervor. The crowd is firmly in C.J’s court but that isn’t enough as Marvin is up to one knee. He uses his size advantage to pick Gates up and dump him with a belly-to-back suplex. Unfortunately for Terry, Gates uses his momentum to flip himself over and land on his feet. He spins Marvin around, kicks him in the midsection, and drops him with the “Stamp of Approval” (Double Arm DDT)! He covers quickly, hooking the leg.

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Tony: Winner by pinfall, C.J. Gates! C.J. Gates is awarded one point. The current score stands at 1-0.

Gates runs over to the turnbuckle and leaps up, throwing his arms up in victory, and celebrating with the crowd. However, Marvin isn’t keen on letting him bask in his own glory, as he quickly runs over and shoves Gates off the top rope in desperation. The challenger lands hard on the outside on the arena floor…and the fans aren’t thrilled with Marvin’s actions. The champion is quick to capitalize as he steps through the middle rope and down to the floor. With Gates trying to make it to a crawl, it’s Marvin with a swift kick to the head that stops Gates’ attempt to get up. Marvin grabs Gates by the back of the head and slams his head on to the top of the ring steps. The referee is in the middle of his ten count as Marvin looks up, snickering at the thought the referee has any power of him. He grabs Gates, who’s now sprawled on the ring steps, before hurling him back first in to the ring barricade. He points at Gates, who’s now down on the ground and clutching his lower back, and mouths, “That’s it? This is your hero?” He pulls Gates up by the head and clubs his lower back a few times directly in front of a young child in the front row. He whips him in to the jagged edge of the ring, again emphasizing the lower back.

Harvey: This is disgusting! Terry Marvin is nothing but a thug. The APW would have been a much better had he retired!

Case: This is beautiful, Darren. Quit your belly-achin’ and enjoy the beatdown that we all expected from T-Marv!

The pace of the match has slowed considerably and Gates isn’t looking as energetic as he was at the beginning of the match. C.J’s able to slide back in the ring, the effects of Marvin’s outside attacks starting to take effect on the former champion. Terry picks him up and slams him hard down on the mat, shaking the ring violently, as Marvin moves at a methodical pace, calculating each strike and allowing no wasted motion. Marvin backs up against the ropes and launches himself forward, leaping in the air with a jumping knee drop right across the throat of C.J! Marvin leans over and bucks his usual trend, hooks the leg, and waves for the referee to get in position.

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Marvin doesn’t argue this time and immediately picks up Gates from the mat. He grabs the limp wrist of the challenger and Irish whips him in to the corner, hitting with so much force that his legs actually fly up in the air as he hits the corner. Marvin charges with a strong lariat that sees Gates fly up, almost over the top rope, but he manages to hold on and land hard on his rear end in the corner. Marvin shoves his boot in to the throat of his opponent, a blatant choke, as the referee tries to wiggle his way in between Marvin and Gates in the corner but is unsuccessful. Marvin shoves the referee back, nearly drawing a disqualification, but the referee shows Marvin that he’s not to be messed with and shoves him back! The crowd erupts in approval as Marvin is in shock that the little guy would stand up for himself. He puts his boot back in the throat of Gates, releasing at a very late four count, and follows that up with a series of heavy kicks in to the gut of C.J. Gates. Marvin grabs him by the back of the head and lifts him high up in the air with a vertical suplex, holding him up in the air for a few seconds, turning so that each side of the ring can catch a glimpse of Gates.

Chase: What an impressive display of strength from our champion! The intensity has started to pick up here.

Harvey: Marvin knows that he’s down a fall and he needs to catch up quickly. He’d better not wait until the last minute! He’s got to pin Gates twice in order to keep his championship.

Instead of releasing the suplex, he falls backwards, and converts it in to a spinning jackhammer slam! He goes for another cover, hooking the arm and the leg this time, and yells out to the crowd, “THIS IS IT!”

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Marvin doesn’t want to give Gates any time to recover, and pops back up quickly. C.J’s up on both knees and Marvin puts him back up quickly, whipping him in to the ropes and into a high back body drop from Terry! Gates crashes to the mat with authority! The Undisputed Champion stomps on the back and neck of his opponent with vigor as the challenger shows some fire by attempting to get up from each attempt. The crowd is firmly rooting on the underdog but each time he crawls up to all fours, Marvin boots him harder. Finally, Terry clutches him a facelock, and drives some knees in to the abdomen of Gates. He yelps out in pain with each strike as the audience begins to chant, “C.J! C.J! C.J!” Marvin tucks Gates’ head in between his legs and runs his hand across his throat to signify that he’s going to put an end to Gates right now! He lifts him up in a powerbomb position and holds him high, but C.J. whips his head forward to try and push his momentum forward. It’s an intense chess match as both men try to gain the upper hand. Marvin stumbles backwards as Gates gives it one last shot - but Terry was waiting and dumps him over the top rope and down to the floor face first.

Harvey: Oh my goodness! I think Marvin just broke Gates’ face!

Chase: I don’t think it’s that big of a deal, Johnny. You’ve seen C.J’s face before, right? It could use a good rearranging!

Marvin goes to the outside of the ring and drags a set of steel steps over in front of the announce table. The crowd rises to its feet to try and get an idea of what’s going on. Marvin leads Gates over to the steps, and places him on top of them with his back turned towards the announce table. He screams out to the audience immediately in front of him, “IT’S SHOWTIME!” as Johnny Chase shoves Darren Harvey out of the way, “GET OUT OF HERE, HARVEY!” Terry hooks Gates in a double-underhook and leaps up in the air with the “Whiplash” (Spinning Sitout Double Arm DDT), completely obliterating the announce table. The crowd erupts in a massive “APW!” chant as neither man shows any sign of movement. After a few seconds with the referee checking on both men, Marvin’s the first to show signs of life, and pops up to his knees, brushing off the remains of the table from his elbows. He grabs Gates, and wrestles him back in to the ring, rolling him underneath the bottom rope. He follows suit and falls on top of Gates for the pin attempt…

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Tony: Winner by pinfall, Terry Marvin! Terry Marvin is awarded one point. The current score stands at 1-1. There is 20:19 seconds remaining in the match!

The silence from the announce booth continues as the two men work to get access to their headphones again. Marvin takes a moment to bask in his victory before leaving the ring and grabbing his championship. He starts to leave up the ramp! He waves off Gates, and begins leaving the ringside area. He gets all the way to the entrance curtain before Biggs pokes his head out at the last moment and startles Marvin, who falls backwards on his butt. He slowly scoots backwards back to the ring as Biggs walks him back to the ring. Marvin throws his hands in the air, telling Biggs that he’s number one with two separate fingers, and rolls back in the ring. He bends over to pick up Gates, who’s waiting on him, and surprises him with a small package…

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Gates seems to have a new lease on the match and pops back up with Marvin stunned at C.J’s quick move. Gates charges forward with a series of right hands and uppercuts that staggers Marvin backwards. He whips Marvin in to the ropes and as Terry comes back, he delivers a perfectly executed dropkick to the head of the APW Undisputed Champion! Gates charges over and mounts his opponent and rains several right hands to Terry’s temple. The referee starts a five count and Gates lets go at the last possible second before diving forward with a standing senton to the midsection of Marvin. He hooks the leg but Marvin is too close to the ropes for any kind of pin attempt and Gates is forced to let go. He pulls Terry up off the ground and again sends him in to the ropes, and as soon as he bounces back, Gates is waiting with a leaping back elbow that sends Marvin down to the mat.

Harvey: Gates is back in this match with a fury! Marvin may have had him down for a few seconds but you can’t ever count out the former champion!

Chase: This is RassleMania, baby! You can’t hold anything back!

Gates lunges towards the turnbuckle and climbs up waiting for Marvin to find his way back up to his feet. As soon as he does, Gates leaps off with a flying clothesline that nearly takes Marvin’s head off his shoulders. Marvin’s momentum carries him out of the ring and on to the floor as Gates takes the moment to catch his breath as well. He acknowledges a small group of fans that are roaring wildly in the front row at his success, and Gates sprints full-steam-ahead and dives through the middle ropes with a suicide dive where both men land hard against the guardrail. Gates slowly rolls back in the ring, showing some effects from the high-risk maneuver and is followed ever-so-slowly by Terry Marvin. Gates crashes down over the small of Marvin’s back with a double-axehandle. He repeats the move a few times until Terry is lying prone on the mat. Gates moves towards Marvin’s feet and lifts up both ankles and steps through. Gates pulls over and locks Terry Marvin in a sharpshooter, sitting down, and pulling back with every bit of energy that he has left. Marvin screams out in pain, the camera panning up close to catch every ounce of emotion, as he desperately tries to figure a way out of the hold.

Harvey: Gates may have him locked in here…will Marvin tap out?

Chase: I think Terry Marvin would spend a night with Johnny Knuckles’ midget family tree before he’d tap out to C.J. Gates!

Marvin starts to bench press up, relieving the pressure from Gates’ hold a little, but unable to break free. He starts military crawling over to the bottom rope, placing one forearm over the next, and it seems to be working for the time being. As soon as he gets close, Gates leaps up and sits down across the lower back of the champion, forcing him to drop down to the mat in agony. Marvin tucks his right arm behind him while trying to ease the pain, if only for a second. Meanwhile, Gates begins going to work on the back of his opponent, using the point of his elbow to drive several elbow smashes, surely sending a surge through all of Terry’s extremities. Gates latches on to the top rope and uses it to help springboard himself in the air and as he comes down, he double stomps the back of the champion, taking the air out of Marvin’s lungs. He rolls him over and cradles Marvin for a pin attempt:

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C.J. helps Marvin up and attempts to whip him in to the corner turnbuckle, but Marvin’s body doesn’t allow him to get very far before he crumples to the mat, favoring his back. Gates helps him up again and tries to do the same thing again but gets the same result as Marvin simply folds down on the ground. C.J. keeps on the offensive, working on that back and trying to gain the advantage on the champion, and rolls Marvin over on his stomach. He steps through, hooking Terry’s boots on his legs, and then slapping the inside of Marvin’s stomach, drawing his arms down by his side. Gates grabs both arms and rolls backwards, setting the Undisputed Champion up for the surfboard. He struggles for a minute, rocking back and forth, finally getting Terry up in the air as Gates extends both legs, putting the pressure on him. Marvin shakes his head at the referees calls for him to quit, realizing that all he’s got to do is ride out C.J., knowing Gates won’t be able to keep him up for long, being the much larger competitor. He’s right as C.J. eventually rocks forward and dumps Marvin out on the mat. He’s in quite a bit of pain but tries desperately to get back to his feet. Gates dropkicks the right knee of Marvin, sending him down to the mat.

Harvey: Gates is determined to keep Marvin down on the mat. He’s been working on the back and it looks like now he’s gone to work on the knee.

Chase: Smart strategy by the challenger. Marvin is much more powerful than Gates, and if C.J. can cut that advantage by working the back, then so be it!

Harvey: Did you just say something intelligent about C.J. Gates? Color me shocked, Johnny!

Chase: Hey, you should pay attention to me; I know what I’m talking about!

Marvin reaches a sitting position as Gates bounces off the ropes and spins over top of him with a snapmare neckbreaker. Marvin bounces backwards and C.J. makes a move towards the top rope. He perches himself there, waiting for Marvin to get back up to his feet, and it takes quite awhile. The pace of the match has slowed down, which is to be expected in such a hotly contested brawl such as this one. Marvin gets up to one knee, as Gates stands up straight on the top rope. Marvin slowly turns over and begins wandering to the top rope and Gates leaps off with a high-cross body but Marvin reaches deep and drops him flat with a superkick that busts open the lower lip of the challenger. Both men are down flat on the ground, as the referee begins a standing eight-count.

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Chase: Don’t ever count out Terry Marvin. The man is a future hall of famer, for sure!

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Harvey: It’s Level-One! Level-One is here to cash in his briefcase! He won that in an Overdrive battle royal way back in November and it’s been a point of contention between Marvin, Gates, Biggs and himself! He can’t do this now! Marvin’s been through hell and back!

Chase: Shut-it, Darren! Level-One went to war with Biggs earlier in the evening, and if Biggs can show his face here in this match, then so can Level-One. I can’t believe it. He’s going to do it again!

Harvey: Not this way, Lester! Not this way!

Level-One gets in the ring, and the original referee from the Iron Man match isn’t quite sure what to do. C.J. Gates is starting to stir a little but Marvin hasn’t shown too many signs of life. Level-One hasn’t officially handed over the brief case yet and instead has perched himself in the corner, resting against the top turnbuckle. The blood has started to spurt out of Gates’ mouth as a result from Marvin’s superkick to the mouth. He peers up at Level-One, realizing that the former champion is in the ring with the briefcase in hand.

Chase: Man, somebody get that guy a medic! He looks like he’s filling a crimson pool!

Harvey: I think I’m going to be sick!


Level-One struts out of the corner prepared to hand the briefcase over to the referee. However, at the last possible second, he drives the corner in to the head of C.J. Gates effectively knocking him out cold. The crowd is in a frenzy over Level-One’s actions as Gates lays motionless in the middle of the ring in a puddle of his own blood. Darren Harvey is beside himself at the announce booth while Johnny Chase can’t wipe the smile off his face.

Harvey: Good Lord! Good Lord! The briefcase, Johnny! The briefcase! He just destroyed C.J with the briefcase! Why isn’t he cashing in?

Chase: I don’t know…I’m a little confused myself. All Level-One had to do was pin Terry Marvin and we would have had a brand new champion on our hands. C.J isn’t getting up any time soon though…have you held that briefcase? It’s heavy!

Level-One doesn’t wait around for Terry Marvin to get up, rolls underneath the bottom rope and makes his way up the ramp, refusing to break his focus off the entrance curtain, leaving all kinds of unanswered questions. Marvin starts to come to life and slowly crawls to all fours. He staggers up to his feet, struggling to find his balance, but sees Gates stretched out across the mat. He stumbles over and drops over top of him, as the referee is forced to count.

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Harvey: There is only 6:43 seconds remaining in this match, Johnny. C.J. Gates certainly faces an uphill battle if he wants to win the championship here tonight.

Chase: I don’t know if either man has the energy for a sudden death round. This has been an intense battle all night long. Gates better kick it in to gear. Unfortunately for him, I’m not sure he even knows what zip code he’s in!

Marvin celebrates his pulling ahead as Gates slowly gathers to his knee with blood gushing out of his mouth now. The blood drips down on his chest as Marvin turns around to find the injured Gates, and almost smiles, taking a second to admire his handiwork. Terry comes after him and drops a massive right hand but C.J’s able to get his arm up to block the blow and fires back with a punch to the midsection that doesn’t pack much of a wallop, but it catches Marvin off-guard. Terry follows up with a second but Gates is again ready and blocks the punch, returning the favor with a wild right hand to the side of Marvin’s head, this time making a little more of an impact. He continues the onslaught, knowing that he’s behind in the match with little time remaining, and digs deep to find that last remaining gear. C.J. wipes his chin off with his forearm and drives the top of his elbow in to the forehead of Marvin. Gates won’t relent, whipping Marvin in to the ropes, and sending him down to the mat with a flying forearm! He scurries over for a pin…

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Tony: There is 4:13 remaining in the match!

Tony’s announcement forces Gates to amp up the intensity even more. Marvin’s up and C.J is waiting with a series of arm drags. Terry pops up after each one, albeit each time slower then the last, and finally goes down permanently with a stand-me dropkick from Gates. However, C.J. doesn’t allow Terry to stay there and picks him up off the mat and whips him in to the corner, where Marvin seems implanted in to the turnbuckles. Gates sprints ahead, using Terry’s knees as a launching pad for a Shining Wizard that smashes the Undisputed Champion’s face against Gates’ knee.

Harvey: Time is C.J’s worst enemy at this point, I don’t know if there is enough of it left!

Chase: I’m too nervous to talk to you right now, Darren!

Marvin looks like he’s in serious trouble as Gates continues his onslaught. He grabs the champion by the waist and hoists him up on the top rope. Gates climbs the top rope after him, and leaps up with a super hurnacanrana that sees Marvin crash hard on to the mat. Gates flies over and lays on top of Terry, hooking the leg with everything ounce of strength that he has left.

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Gates slaps the mat in frustration, knowing that time is quickly running out on him. Nicky Tony again comes over the loudspeakers with an announcement, “There is one minute remaining in the match!” C.J. goes up behind the stumbling Terry Marvin, and sweeps him backwards with a Russian Legsweep. Gates considers going for another pin attempt but there hasn’t been enough damage done yet to guarantee a three-count. Gates has enough time for one major move that will do enough damage to shake the champion! He climbs the top rope, as Marvin lies prone in the middle of the ring. Gates rises to his feet as the entire arena rises in anticipation. Light bulbs flash everywhere trying to capture the moment in photograph form. The blood pouring from Gates’ mouth paints a beautiful picture of the war these two have subjected themselves to this evening. Gates leaps, in what seems to be slow-motion, bringing his legs up to his chest, attempting a frog splash. At the last possible second, Marvin pulls up his knees and Gates’ completely exposed midsection lands hard on the pointy-edge of Marvin’s kneecap. Gates screams out in pain as Marvin rolls around on the mat as well.

Tony: There are thirty-seconds remaining in the match! Thirty-seconds remaining!

Marvin is up to his feet, limping at the impact of Gates’ body landing on him. He picks up C.J. by the back of the head as the crowd is frantically screaming for Gates’ to hurry up! Marvin looks over at the ropes with a sadistic smile on his face and presses C.J’s shoulders in to the ropes, hooking his arms between the top and middle ropes.

Harvey: C.J’s stuck, Johnny! Tell somebody to stop the clock!

Chase: What a brilliant plan by the champion. C.J can’t pin him if he can’t break free from the ropes.

Terry Marvin rolls out of the ring, putting even more separation from himself and Gates’ while the referee tries to get the challenger free. He’s unsuccessful as the crowd counts down while Terry hugs the steel pole, the only thing holding him in a standing position at this point, physically exhausted. The crowd begins the countdown matching with the timer on the big screen.

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Tony: Here is your winner, by a final score of 2 falls to 1, and STILLLLL APW UNDISPUTTTTTTEEEEED CHAMPPPPIONNNN OF THHHE WOOOORLD!!!! “THE REAL SHOW” TERRY MARVIN!!

Terry drops to his knee’s in exhaustion as his music begins to play.

Harvey: Unbelievable. Terry Marvin retains the Undisputed title here tonight!

Chase: Terry Marvin has done it all, wins Test for the Best, Wins Survive and Conquer, and now, Wins the main event at Rasslemania.

Harvey: What is next for Terry Marvin?

The ref hands Terry the championship and Terry celebrates as he’s heading up the aisle. The referee then helps CJ out. Terry gets to the top of the entrance and holds the Undisputed title high over his head.

Harvey: Thank you everyone for tuning in tonight, what a night it was

Chase: See you next time!

The APW logo flashes on the screen and fades to black with the last image you see is Terry win the title.