Monday Night Meltdown! - Santiago, Chile - 4.1.13

[Evan De Parker]

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The scene cuts to an interior shot of the Movistar Arena as thousands of roaring fans hold up signs and shout into the camera-- many of the signs reading "LUVVLY JUBBIES!", "I am Sienna's PERFECT Megastar", and "We Came from the States to see the Hong Kong Sensation!"

West: We are here, LIVE, ladies and gentlemen, for Monday Night Meltdown, for the first EVER televised wrestling event in Chile! We have a HELL of a card for you tonight-- including a number one contender's match to determine who faces our NEW North American Champion in next week's main event!

Harris: And what else?!

West: Robina Hood! Your favorite Megastar takes on Amy Zing!

Harris: EEEEEE, yes! Robina!

West: And it's Amy's last night here on Overdrive!

Harris: Wahhh...

As we cut to the ring, we hear whistles as the camera focuses on Nicky Paige who waits patiently with a microphone in hand and a smile on her face.

Nicky Paige: Ladies and gentlemen... Please welcome the new SOLE General Manager of APW Monday Night Meltdown...

The crowd already begins to grow loud with a medley of reactions, some raising to their feet and turning to the ramp, cameras-- or angry signs-- ready!

Nicky Paige: Miss SIENNA Harrison!

The crowd grows loud, with a majority booing loudly as The Black Keys’ “Money Maker” hits the PA system. Emerging from the back in a black dress, form-fitting, accompanying black heels and a devilish grin. She pauses at the top of the ramp with a hand on her hip, casting a curious look out among the sold-out crowd in the Movistar arena. She rolls her eyes and struts down to the ring.

Harris: She’s a damn success story, Shane!

West: I’m aware.

Harris: Serious!

West: Right-- right-- I know. Sienna went from wrestling with her brothers and neighbors in gymnasiums, fields, and backyards, to becoming an indy darling, to becoming one of APW’s more controversial managers, to becoming the assistant to former GM Alexander Duvall--

Harris: To becoming our General Manager, YOUR BOSS! Bow down! Wave at her!

Sienna has finally entered the ring and moves toward Nicky Paige, “politely” demanding her microphone. Nicky hands it over and the music fades out as Sienna turns to the crowd. A few of the fans up-close are clearly English-speaking and shout a variety of insults at the woman, who merely smirks in response before turning to the camera and raising the mic.

Sienna: Good evening, Chile. It’s an honor and a privilege to be the first wrestling company to ever host a televised event here in Santiago. Thanks for allowing us to be here tonight.

The crowd is hesitant but eventually cheers for this and Sienna nods, golf-clapping.

Sienna: It wasn’t my first choice-- but it’s something we can learn from, right? And we all made it to the history books together.

This prompts a series of boos from the crowd, and audible chuckling from commentator, Dick Harris.

West: Oh, jeez...

Sienna: And speaking of the history books, at Rasslemania, eight of Meltdown’s finest-- by some’s standards-- were involved in a Ladder Match for Warren Peace’s APW North American Championship. Everybody gave it their all, and it ended up becoming one of the most spectacled and talked-about matches at Rasslemania...

Sienna sighs.

Sienna: But unfortunately--!

Sienna is cut off as “Original Nuttah’ hits. The crowd are on their feet to give a rousing reception to...

West: The North American Champion is in the house.

Harris: Look at Sienna’s face; I’m not sure she’s pleased about this interruption.

The Guvnor steps out from the back, the North American Championship belt around his waist, his arms out-stretched, his face beaming. The Guvnor stops at the top of the ramp and milks in the crowd’s reception before he struts down the ramp, slapping hands in the front row.

West: The Guv’nor pulled off a stunning championship success at Rasslemania, defeating seven other Megastars in an epic ladder match.

Harris: As Sienna said, it was a match that really set a high benchmark for future Meltdown matches. Honestly, any one of the seven could have walked out of Toronto with the gold.

The Guvnor climbs into the ring, ascends to the top rope and lifts the championship belt high into the air. After posing in all four corners, Guvnor calls for a mic. The music dies down, and he belts out.

♫ I AM THE CHAMPION, MY BRUVVERS! ♫

♫ AND I KEEP ON FIGHTING TO THE END! ♫

The crowd applaud and some even start to join in.

♫ I AM THE CHAMPION! ♫

♫ I AM THE CHAMPION! ♫

♫ NO TIME FOR SLAAAGS! ♫

♫ ‘CAUSE I AM THE CHAMPION! ♫

♫ OF MELTDOWN! ♫

The crowd applause and cheer as Guvnor brings the ditty to an end. Sienna is stood tapping her toe. Guvnor walks over to her, getting real close and leaning into her face.

Guvnor: Hello treacle, don’t you want to give your champ a little kiss?

There are wolf whistles from some of the crowd; Guvnor looks up and gives them a cheeky grin before offering his cheek to the new GM.

Guvnor: Go on love, you know you want to.

Sienna: Ew, I wouldn’t kiss you if-

Guvnor puts his hand over her face, cutting her off.

Guvnor: Listen princess, I’d think long and hard about the words you choose to finish that sentence with.

He lowers his hand. Sienna is seething.

Guvnor: Are you ready to be nice? You wouldn’t want to hurt The Guv’nor’s feelings now, would you?

Sienna tries to speak again, but Guvnor rips the mic out of her hand and throws it out of the ring.

Guvnor: Okay sweet cheeks, you’ve said more than enough. It may be April 1st but I don’t think anyone in this arena tonight came to listen to the fool.

The crowd cheer in agreement. Sienna’s eye bulge with anger and she grits her teeth.

Guvnor: I think instead the people of Chile would much rather see some of that ACTION PACKED WRESTLING they paid to see, the kind of which only Meltdown can offer with the first and only professional wrestler MADE IN HACKNEY in the house.

The crowd cheer for Guvnor’s cheapest of pops.

Guvnor: So, what we’re going to do is start this show off with exactly that. You see, I didn’t come all the way down here just to sit in the back and watch the show. The people want to see their champion, the ‘original nuttah’ from Hackney town, smashing up whatever slags in the back think they got the mustard to handle a bit of chronic aggro-

“Where Eagles Dare” hits the PA. The cameras zoom around the crowded arena, eventually finding commotion and stopping dead on Warren. He is being greeted by the fans, clapping his hands and slapping him on his back. He is receptive to them, but clearly wants to get straight to business. He has a microphone in his hand that he raises to speak.

Warren: Well, Guv' I am glad you said that, because I am not one to rain on other peoples parades. And I guess in some respects, yours is one well deserved parade. After all you did survive the 8 person ladder match, and became the new North American Champion.

The crowd pops.

Warren: I do, I respect it champ, but the thing is you didn't REALLY beat me. You lucked yourself into holding onto the belt as the rest of us all fell to the floor. Admirable, but not decisive. In fact you've never beaten me bruv and the fact of the matter is this brilliant number one contenders match Sienna has put together is just a formality.

So why don't we just go ahead and skip the semantics and we show these fans in South America how we define a champion in the north?

Warren removes his M65 jacket and steps further through the crowd who are cheering for the possibility of a bout. He jumps over the railing and rolls under the bottom rope, in one fluid motion he is standing on his feet face to face with the Guv'nor.

Warren: So bruv what do you say? I'm no slag, but I am the man you failed to pin to win that belt.

The crowd cheer that prospect of a ‘Guvnor versus Peace’ championship match. As Guv'nor and Warren stand in the ring, eyes fixed on one another, the testosterone boiling over, they are interrupted as guitar sounds hit the speakers throughout the arena. "American High" by Machine Head plays over the arena as the fans pop with cheers. Knoxville walks out from the back, dressed casual with tattered jeans, cutoff sleeve shirt and of course, the trademark sunglasses. He looks down the aisle at Guv'nor and Warren in the ring and makes his way down to join them as the music continues to play.

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

Knoxville climbs the stairs to the side of the ring and ducks under the top rope. He then walks around the ring looking at Warren and Guv'nor as the fans cheer and the music continues to play. Calling for a mic, one gets tossed to him and the music slowly begins to fade out.

Knoxville: How's everyone doin' tonight!?!?! I hope you fans out there are ready to get your money's worth tonight. I can guarantee you that there will be action packed in that ring and maybe even out there in the seats with you all.

The fans erupt in cheers as Knoxville nods his head and directs his attention toward Warren and Guv'nor.

Knoxville: Now lets get down to business. You two didn't think this show was all about you, did you? I apologize for catching you two with your dicks in your hands but I'm here to let you know that you two have more to worry about than yourselves. Last week at Rasslemania, big Gooch and I earned our number one contender spot for the tag team championships. Later tonight, I'm earning my number one contendership for that title you have right there, the North American championship!

Warren, your title reign was short lived. I'd even go out on a limb and compare it to your porformance in bed? That's neither here or there. The doors to the championship have opened for me. I'll be damned if I'm goin' to sit back and watch them slam in my face tonight! Sorry Warren, you had your chance. Step aside and let someone else have a shot, someone who won't lose it before their name gets etched in the history books and on that name plate right there.

I'll cut right to the point, I know these fans are ready to see some wrestlin' and not you two jerk each other off in this ring. I mean, seriously, we have matches tonight. Take that stuff behind closed doors, please. Guv'nor, I hope you don't get too attached to that title you have right there. I'm comin' for it. There's nothing those two in the back, Phoenix and McDonald, can do about it. There's nothing this chump right here can do about it.

As the words roll off his tongue, Knoxville looks at Warren with a grin on his face. The two stare at each other for a brief moment before Knoxville continues.

Knoxville: And there's sure as shit nothin' that you can do about it.

Knoxville then steps in closer to Guv'nor and stands face to face with him, staring him dead in the eye.

Knoxville: I didn't go up north to Toronto to walk away empty handed and I definitely didn't come all the way down here to leave without a guaranteed title shot. So, before you two count me out, think again! I'm comin' for blood and gold. The gold's right here. Who do I have to bust open to see a little blood? Now, get the hell out of the ring fellas and let the show go on. Isn't that what you all came here for?!?!?!

The crowd erupts again in cheers as Knoxville invites them to crank it up. Guvnor is charging about, a smile on his face. The champ looks across at Warren, who raises an eyebrow. As the crowd quiet down Guvnor begins to speak.

Guvnor: Fair play, you two are a couple of game geezers that know what’s what. I respect anyone who’s got the bottle to come out and say what he has to say face to face, and knowing the possible consequences. It’s just a shame there aren’t less slags in the back and more of your own like the pair of you.

Guvnor takes a pause, as if chewing over some thought.

Guvnor: So I tell you what, since this is the first time EVER in Chile, let’s give these people something to remember. I’ve got the Championship belt right here, I’m fixing for a tear up, and you two look like you’re ready for a bit of bovver MADE IN HACKNEY, know what I’m saying.

Warren and Tommy sort of nod along, sort of following what Guvnor is getting to.

Guvnor: So let’s scrap this #1 contender’s match and make tonight’s main event: The North American Champion, The Guv’nor, against the former North American Champion Warren Peace, and the man with the plan, Tommy Knoxville; winner takes the pride, the winner takes the prize.

The crowd cheer that proposition; Warren and Tommy nod long emphatically, both game for that opportunity. However, the positive vibe is soon killed by the whining voice of the GM.

Sienna: Just wait one minute!

The crowd boo.

Sienna: Listen to me Guvnor. You may be the North American Champion, but this is still MY show. I make the decisions; I decide who gets the title shots and who competes in the main event around here.

The crowd boo again; The Guv’nor shakes his head.

Sienna: Our main event stays as it is, featuring ‘The Perfect Megastar’ Robina Hood against that outgoing piece of garbage Amy Zing. We will have the #1 contender’s match I booked, no matter what you say or what anything thinks or wants.

Sienna is now getting a huge amount of heat for her stubbornness.

Sienna: Moreover, I am ordering you, Guvnor, to stick to your brief tonight and that is to provide commentary. I don’t want to see you involved in any other way on MY card, and if you ever again try to interfere with or sabotage MY booking I will strip you of that title and suspend you without pay faster than you can say ‘chim-chim-cher-roo’. Understand that, mate?

Sienna pulls a sarcastic face at Guvnor, then smiles with satisfaction knowing she has got her way as “Money Maker” plays. Sienna leaves the ring and heads up the ramp engulfed by booing from the crowd. Guvnor, Warren and Tommy are left to shake heads and shrug it out in the ring.

West: I'm being told that we've got some action in the back! Let's roll it.

The show cuts to the bowels of the backstage area where returning APW star Michael Jennings is sitting on the floor with trash all around him with his head facing down from the camera as he speaks.

Jennings: I bet all of you are wondering why I am sitting in a pile of trash...

He motions around before picking up a piece of newspaper before dropping it back to the ground.

Jennings: This trash represents the wrestlers and wrestling fans in this industry. They only care about things of monetary value such as championships, money, endorsement deals, and other things of that nature. You fans are like sheep. You cheer for them despite knowing that they don't care about you just like you all don't really care about them. You people don't know what wrestling is anymore. Now it's "entertainment." You people deserve a better class of wrestler and I'm going to give it to you. I'm not here for titles, money, or all that garbage. I'm here to create...chaos. Expect anarchy.

He laughs as he rises to his feet and walks off screen as the scene fades to black.

[Evan De Parker]

Paige: The Following contest is scheduled for One Fall! Introducing first, the newest signing to the APW Promotion. Please welcome from Philadelphia, PA..MICHAEL...JEEEENNNNNINGGS!

"No Shelter" by Rage Against the Machine starts playing over the loud speakers as the man known as Michael Jennings comes out from the back to a chorus of boos as Michael ignores them and shows the fans yelling at him no respect. The crowd boos him as he enters the ring and starts posing. The music stops playing as Michael gets ready for a fight.

Paige: And his opponent!! Coming to us LIVE from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada! "The NEW Cancer" KEEEVIIIN DAAAHLIIIAAAA!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Michael Jennings Vs. Kevin Dahlia

The bell sounds and Kevin Dahlia rushes at Jennings. He takes off from his feet and flies at Jennings with a Front Dropkick. Michael Jennings catches the dropkick as Kevin slaps against the canvas. Quickly Jennings slaps on a Sharpshooter and sits back on Dahlia's back pulling the submission. The referee checks on Kevin and he's reaching out, looking for a way out of the submission. Pain in his eyes as his back in arched by from the legs.

Harris: This could be over! Is there an official record for match time in APW because this could take the cake!

Not having the legs totally secured, Jennings stands up and releases the Sharpshooter. He twists Dahlia over onto his stomach, keeping one of his legs by the ankle. Michael Jennings begins twisting Dahlia's ankle, applying an Ankle Lock and Kevin Dahlia screams out and reaches, clawing at the canvas. Dahlia kicks back with his other free leg. He pushes up on the canvas like he's doing Push Ups but then goes into a forward roll and Jennings is yanked, stumbling and losing the Ankle Lock as Kevin Dahlia hurries to his feet. Jennings spins around as Dahlia shakes out his leg.

West: Now this match can really begin!

Harris: It was already, didn't you see Dahlia in those submissions? You need glasses or something? How many fingers am I holding up?

West: 3..

Harris: Nope, this is a thumb not a finger! Haha. Watch the match dorko!

As they come together, Jennings swings a wide open hook. Dahlia ducks it in a squat and hits a quick 4 punch combo to Jennings midsection. Michael Jennings clubs Dahlia to the back as he rises up and grabs him to the back of his shorts and runs him head first into the corner turnbuckles. Dahlia turns and puts his back to the padding and as Jennings comes in with a rush, Kevin Dahlia lifts both knees and they thud impact fully into Jenning's chest. Michael Jennings stumbles back holding his chest as Dahlia props himself up onto the middle turnbuckle with tremendous speed. As Jennings shakes off the pain to his chest, he looks up as Kevin Dahlia comes off the Middle Turnbuckle and hits a perfectly placed Crossbody.

As they hit the canvas, Michael Jennings rolls feet over head and right up onto his feet. Kevin with his back to the canvas now looks up as Jennings drops with an elbow drop but Dahlia moves and it misses. Both men return to their feet and Kevin Dahlia swiftly kicks Jennings to the outside leg and connects it with a Lifting Knee that hits Jennings to the chin. Jennings pops up from the knee and almost goes into a daze but instead sticks Dahlia with a Toe Kick to his gut. Michael Jennings steps in, pulling Dahlia in closely. Holding him in a DDT position, Jennings hooks the arm and lifts Dahlia with a Suplex but drives him down into the canvas with a snap executing Brainbuster. Dahlia folds at the neck as he plants into the mat.

Harris: That was nasty! What a great executed Brainbustah!

West: It could be over, he's going for the pin..

Jennings rolls Kevin Dahlia onto his back and covers him as the referee drops and slaps the canvas.

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Kickout.

West: So close!

Pulling Dahlia up as he pushes up to his own, Michael Jennings positions Dahlia for yet another Brainbuster. Kevin throws a solid shot to the side of Jennings and shoves him back. Dahlia comes in with a jumping Clothesline that knocks Jennings back into the ropes but not off his feet. Kevin Dahlia rushes at Jennings, jumps to the side of him as Jennings comes off the ropes. Dahlia goes to hit a Spring board off the ropes and twists around in the air with a Double Ax Handle. As his feet hit the mats, Michael Jennings kicks him to the midsection and quickly executes "Empire Falls" Stunner. The crowd clap for his impressive control as he hooks the leg and the referee makes the count.

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3!

Paige: Your Winner Via Pinfall...MICHAEL JENNNINGSSS!!!

West: Ohhh! I'm not sure Kevin Dahlia expected that to come out of nowhere! What an impressive debut for Michael Jennings here tonight!!

"No Shelter" plays as Jennings gets to his feet and raises just one arm as he stumbles backwards into the far ropes. He ducks and bounces in between the middle ropes to exit the ring. Dropping off the ring apron, he heads to the back as the referee helps Kevin Dahlia up from the canvas.

Wait. Wait.

The crowd boos and the camera focuses briefly on Kevin Dahlia as the referee leaves his side... But they boo louder when Sienna Harrison's face apprears on the APW Action-Tron. She is looking down-- nowhere near the camera or audience for a moment-- before she finally raises her eyes and sighs into the camera.

Sienna: Kevin. Come on. Really?

Kevin Dahlia glares up at Sienna from the ring, mouthing something that the microphones can't pick up.

Sienna: You sabotaged my main event a few weeks ago... You were plotting to sabotage Rasslemania's North American Title Ladder match...

The crowd boos at the reminder. Kevin Dahlia shakes his head. He grabs the referee by the shirt, telling him to get Sienna off of the screen-- but the referee holds his hands up, unable to do anything!

Sienna: And now? After all that... You... You... Lose. So what that means is...

The crowd roars as they realize what's coming. Dahlia is livid, and grabs the ref-- but the referee shoves him off and ducks down, escaping! He high-tails it away from the ring at Sienna smirks down at Kevin Dahlia.

Sienna: You're FIRED!

Harris: Nooooooooo!

West: Yes-- this just happened! Kevin Dahlia's out!

The crowd roars as Kevin Dahlia frantically attacks the ring ropes and turnbuckles... But soon, security begins to swarm the ring!

Sienna: Best of luck, Kev.

The Action-Tron goes black and Dahlia screams in rage as security pulls him from the ring, leading him up the ramp. He shouts obscenities and cries of anger at the fans as we fade to black.

COMMERCIAL BREAK!

[Evan De Parker]

The scene opens up at ring side via the commentary table with Shane West and Dick Harris talking about tonight's show both men are wearing smart suits and have there headphone on.

Shane West: What a night we have had so far Dick and we got more great action for you so don't you dare go anywhere.

Dick Harris: Your right Shane its been of the hook man, We have farewells for two of the talents in the back been drafted from Meltdown and we have one of the old fans favs coming back too.

Shane West: I have been waiting to see who the megastar is returning I know on the card it said Fella but we not seen Yarmouth for months and months so surly it can't be him can it?

Dick Harris: I hope not Shane I hated that guy always sucking up to the crowd kissing ass where ever he went, Oh know don't tell me this is him now, The lights have gone out in the arena.

The lights go down in the arena and a red spot light spans all over the crowd as they cheer loudly then a red mist forms at the top of the ramp then red and white pyrotechnics blast of at the top of the stage.

Shane West: YES! Its him he's back Yarmouth is back in town let the good times roll.

Dick Harris: Oh great wake up when hes gone will ya?

"I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU" by Fear rages out of the arena speakers and Yarmouth comes out and swaggers onto the stage holding a rocket launcher full of T-shirt's with Fella written on the front, Yarmouth then begins to fire the T-shirts into the fans as they fight to get hold of the T-shirts, Yarmouth is wearing his wrestling pants and a red T-shirt with fella on the back and Meltdown is on the front on the front of the shirt as Yarmouth then enters the ring.

Yarmouth enters the ring and takes in the crowds reaction as they chant "Welcome back, Welcome back."

Yarmouth then grabs a microphone of Nicky Page and winks at her as she smiles back at him and wait for the crowd to settle and for his music to finish.

Shane West: Yarmouth has been out for a few months and hes looking a bit emotional at the moment with the crowds reaction.

Dick Harris: He's always been a Favorite with the fans where ever he has been and for the life of me I can't think why?

Yarmouth: Christ almighty I wasn't expecting this reaction from you guys I'm chocked up fella's really chocked up.

The fans in the arena really cheer for Yarmouth as a little tear rolls down his cheek.

Dick Harris: Oh my god hes crying and he calls himself a wrestler, What a wimp?

Shane West: He will kick your ass if he hear's you talking like that to him Dick.

Dick Harris: I say bring it on Yarmouth, Bring it on your not the same man you were when you vanished.

Yarmouth rubs the tears away from his cheeks.

Yarmouth: This is just awesome I love you guys and have missed you and APW so much, You may be wondering why I left all those months ago well here is my explanation as to why I left.


The crowd cheers loudly for Yarmouth then falls silent as Yarmouth put the microphone to his lips.

Shane West: This is it, We finally find out why he left.

Dick Harris: He was probably crapping his pants when he was gonna face Stefan Raab and thought shit I need to leave while I still can.

Shane West: Will you stop? Yarmouth never runs from a fight you know that dick, He takes it on the chin and gets on with it never backs down from a challenge.

Yarmouth: Right here goes you know when I was growing up in the good old United Kingdom my Father taught me how to look after myself in and out of the ring he taught me how to channel my anger and to release at the right time and to never lose my cool.

My Father was a great man a brilliant man he would do anything for you but if you ever crossed him you would feels his wrath and beleave you me he did have a temper on him.

Dick Harris: What the hell is this to do with Yarmouth leaving?

Shane West: Shut up and you will find out.

Yarmouth: Well this is the reason I left all those months ago my Father god rest his soul got in a fight in a bar and got stabbed in the heart by a man a lot younger then him the man got away and was never caught by the police.

My mother called me on my cell phone and I dropped everything and got the first plane I could back to the UK I went on a mission to find the culprit who murdered my father and when I found him I beat him to an inch of his life and the dragged him by hail balls and brought him to the nearest police station.

Shane West: My god this is devastating news, Dad did come to work Yarmouth at some point in Action packed wrestling and I liked the guy a lot.

Dick Harris: I have to admit Shane I loved the old guy we never did know his real name he was every ones Dad.

Yarmouth: And when I brought that son of a bitch to the police station that son of a bitch pressed charges against me saying I used too much force on that scum bag and the police not only charged me with GBH they took away my passport so I couldn't leave the country and when it came down to the trial I was sentence for GBH and had to time in prison to reflect on my actions.

Shane West: This is huge Yarmouth been sent down cos he beat the crap out of some scum bag.

Dick Harris: If that was me I would have killed the guy that killed my Dad, Eye for an eye Shane, Eye for an eye.

Yarmouth: The judge did feel sorry for me but he did say that I shouldn't have taken the law into my own hands but did understand why I did what I did but he had no choice but to hand me a prison sentence even though it was only for a few months it was the hardest time of my life.

Not been able to be with my mother when she needed me the most, Not been able to be here with you guys and doing what I do best and that is kick some ass.

But been in there gave me time to reflect on what I did to that scumbag and to be honest I thought I should have killed the son of a bitch but then I thought to myself what about mother, What about APW and you great fans?

The crowd cheers loudly.

Yarmouth: I thought how in the world would I live with myself if I did kill that scumbag I would have never ever been able to show my face in front of you which is what I love to do and that brings my to next week.

Shane West: What's happening next week Dick?

Dick Harris: I have know idea but guess where gonna find out.

Yarmouth: Next week I am throwing my hat into the ring, Next week I am gonna start over again on my very first show right here on Meltdown Yarmouth is gonna kick someone's ass all over the place.

The crowd cheers loudly for Yarmouth.

Shane West: My god Dick Yarmouth is back next week in the middle of that ring, I pity the guy who is gonna face Yarmouth.

Dick Harris: I hate to agree with you with what happened to Yarmouth's father Yarmouth must be full of frustration and is just looking to take it out on someone.

I don't care about you by fear rages out of the arena speakers as Yarmouth throws the microphone on the mat and climbs the top turn buckle and poses for the fans as flash bulbs from the camera blast of in the crowd as they cheer loudly for Yarmouth.

As Yarmouth exits the ring, slapping hands with fans as he makes his way up the ramp to the back, the bell sounds, signaling the start of a new contest. The cameras cuts to the lovely Nicky Paige.

Paige: The following match-up is scheduled for one-fall!

"Animals" by Nickleback starts plays, and the crowd stars booing. As they continue to boo, a single purple light glides to the middle of the entrance stage, sitting there as the chorus starts playing over the speakers. Once the chorus starts, Megan pushes the curtain away and walks onto the stage, smirking as she stands in the center of the purple spotlight. She leans forward, bending at her waist as she blows a kiss to everyone in the crowd, smirking as she straightens up and they continue to boo her. She begins to sashay down the entrance ramp, the smirk staying on her face as she got closer and closer to the ring. Upon reaching the ring, Megan hops onto the ring apron and does a bit of light bouncing, getting herself psyched up a bit before stepping between the middle and top ropes, standing there for a moment to shake her ass before straightening up in the ring. As she walks around the ring with her arms raised in the air, Megan can be heard shouting, "I'm the Burning Star, bitches!" at the fans as they continue to boo her.

Paige: Introducing first, weighing in at 126 pounds, and hailing from Seattle, Washington… “The Burning Star” Megan Andrews!

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

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

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

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

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

Paige: And her opponent, weighing in at 125 pounds, and hailing from Los Angeles, California… Niobe “Nightmare” Martin!

As the two ladies begin to get settled, the camera focuses in on the stage, where out comes Tommy Knoxville! He comes down, with a friendly, Knoxville-like smirk across his face as he looks at Niobe.

West: It looks like Tommy Knoxville has come out to support Ms. Martin here tonight!

Harris: Who doesn’t like getting a front row seat to a good catfight?

Megan Andrews vs. Niobe Martin

Both ladies are swift on their feet as the bell rings, moving around the squared circle as they wait for an opportunity. Megan positions herself with Knoxville behind her, and suddenly, turns towards Knoxville and screams at him! She grabs her ankle, and points down at him, but Knoxville shakes his head. Suddenly, with the referee distracted, Andrews spins with a roundhouse kick…but Niobe ducks it! Andrews stumbles, and turns, walking into a hard fist from Niobe! She continues her assault, knocking Andrews back into the ropes, and then Irish Whips her, before dropping Martin with a huge dropkick!

West: Niobe caught on to Megan Andrews’ scheme, and hit back with her own quick offensive style!

Harris: Let's just say someone got...burned!

For a short period of time, Niobe continues to dominate with her own quick-, yet brutal style; a subsequent tilt –a-whirl-backbreaker, followed by a running clothesline, finished with a flipping leg-drop keep Andrews from even having a breath to spare. Andrews eventually rolls out of the ring as Niobe takes to the turnbuckle, but has little time to complain as Niobe drills her with a corkscrew moonsault! Both girls are down, and as Niobe attempts to continue her momentum, she takes a fierce kick to the gut, followed by a slam into the barricade. Andrews follows up with a German suplex right onto the mats before eying Knoxville, who continues to stay out of it.

Andrews throws Niobe into the ring, and heads up to the turnbuckle herself, but finds herself at odds as Niobe runs against the ropes! Andrews almost falls, and Niobe springboards off the ropes, hitting a huge kick into Andrew’s chest! She falls to the floor, and Niobe takes to the turnbuckle, coming off with a sickening 450 splash! She pins…

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Paige: Here is your winner…Niobe “Nightmare” Martin!


As the ref raises Niobe's hand in victory and her music begins to play over the arena, Knoxville climbs the stairs and enters underneath the top rope. The fans begin to cheer as Niobe looks over at him. Knoxville looks over the arena with a grin on his face and walks in closer to her as she waits. He then grabs her by the waist and pulls her in closer to him and the two lock eyes for a brief moment.

Harris: Ew... NIOBE, DON'T! DON'T DO IT!

As the fans wait in suspense, Knoxville leans in and kisses her and the crowd pops with whistles. After a moment of locking lips, Knoxville sweeps her off her feet and spins her around as the two look each other in the eyes, as Martin's music hits again!

West: Well, hey-- I guess the extra support paid off!

Harris: Yeah. We'll SEE how long this lasts.

West: Negative Nancy...

Niobe and Knoxville make their way to the back as Andrews sits in the middle of the ring in anger, glaring after them.

COMMERCIAL BREAK!

[Evan De Parker]

We cut into the backstage area and the mainly-Chilean crowd roars in disapproval as Sienna Harrison is seen on-screen, seated behind her desk, tapping her fingers along the desktop for a while with a cold, scornful look in her eye.

After a few seconds of silence, there is a knock at the door. Sienna sighs and throws a hand up.

Sienna: Come in. Unless you're a dick named Kevin Dahlia trying to ruin my show.

Those in the crowd that speak English chuckle at this comment, and the door creaks open. They immediately resume booing as Robina Hood strolls inside and takes a seat on the opposite side of the desk from Sienna, giving her a very coy smirk. Sienna looks at her for a while before narrowing her eyes and speaking in a low, annoyed tone.

Sienna: What is there to smile about?

Robina: Oh not a lot…its just so great to hear that this is Amy’s last night on Meltdown. Not only will this be the last time your show will be plagued by that Asian misfit…but I will also put an end to her high and mighty attitude by throwing her over to Overdrive with a permanent injuries.

For a moment, Sienna looks at Robina with an arched eyebrow and then blinks.

Sienna: Hm. And you suppose you're gonna be the one to knock her off her high horse tonight?

Robina: Of course I’m going to be the one. You've given me so much faith since day one and tonight I’ll prove to those idiots of Chile why I deserve such faith as I destroy Amy in front of all of them.

Sienna smirks at the response and nods.

Robina: Talking about faith…I did do my very best to follow your orders during that Tag Team Title match, but I guess it wasn’t…

Sienna: No-- you did exactly what you needed. Kaylyn wanted some help, and she got it. She didn't say how much we had to help her. You, um...

Sienna trails off, looking toward the door. The camera pans around and Santiago roars as the team of M&M-- Logan Alexander and Aubrey J. Parker, the former World Tag Team Champions stand at the door.

LA: Miss Harriso--

Sienna: Get out.

Aubrey and Logan look at each other with a smirk... And then their eyes dart toward Robina and they immediately take a step toward her.

Sienna: Hey-- hey-- HEY! If you lay a hand on her, I'll have you suspended from APW indefinitely, and if you don't think I have the power to do that, try me. BACK... OFF.

M&M are centimeters from Robina, and the words take several seconds to sink in before Aubrey takes a single step back.. and Logan follows shortly after. Robina smirks at them.

Robina: Its more of a blessing for you lot, if I say so myself…since I doubt either one of you could take me on in a fight.

AJP looks at Robina incredulously. Logan looks amused, but remains silent, staring at the "Perfect Megastar."

AJP: ...This is BS and you know it, Sienna.

She turns and glares at the General Manager.

AJP: Why is it that the Dying Breed didn't have to do a damned thing to get a rematch for the Tag Team Titles we rightfully beat them for? But... Logan and I didn't even lose our Tag Team Titles at Rasslemania. Christian Kane lost our Tag Team Titles. Kaylyn James Evans lost our Tag Team Titles. Logan and I have NEVER LOST a two-on-two tag team match in the entire history of time, goddamnit. You GIVE US OUR REMATCH!

The crowd is in a frenzy at the tirade, and Sienna's face is red.

Robina: Watch your mouth, both of you. Neither one of you Muppets have any right to talk to Sienna that way, let alone shout at this great…

AJP: Shut up!

Sienna: You know what-- you guys are entitled to your rematch.

LA: Obviously.

Sienna: But you're not getting it until after Mayhem. You got yourselves into that mess in Rasslemania. Not me.

There is silence as M&M glares across the desk at Robina and Sienna.

Sienna: ...Now get the hell out of my office.

The crowd responds with a mixed reaction. Robina grins at the two of them.

Robina: Could have been worse…both of you could have been put into bibs and forced to compete against Mister Dangerous.

AJP: You know what, you little c-

LA: Aubrey, we're leaving.

Logan doesn't hesitate to guide Aubrey out of the room the same way they came. Sienna sighs and buries her face in her palms for a moment, groaning.

Robina: Everyone around here's out of control. What are you gonna--?

Robina stops as she hears yelling from the corridor. It lasts for about ten seconds, and then the crowd boos as Kaylyn James Evans steps into the room. Sienna sighs and looks at Robina-- but she is already locked in a gaze with Kaylyn.

KJE: ...Hood.

Sienna: Before this gets-- anywhere-- um, Robina, can I have a couple of minutes alone with Kaylyn?

Robina: If that is what you wish.

She never takes her eyes off Kaylyn as she slowly maneuvers her way out of the room. Kaylyn smirks at her and gives her a small wave. Robina rolls her eyes and closes the door. Kaylyn quickly turns back to Sienna.

KJE: We need to talk.

Sienna raises an eyebrow and leans back in her chair, before we quickly cut away from the scene.

The APW and Meltdown Graphic Props appear in the backstage area as Ms. Hannah Storm stands with a microphone in her hand. A smile on her face as her voice breaks out.

Hannah Storm: I'm here tonight with Mr. Dangerous and he's here to promote his upcoming match on Asylum next week. A big match for this Meltdown MegaStar and how he plans on putting a finish to Shane Borderland...Welcome Mr. Dangerous!

Dangerous strides into the picture with an APW T-Shirt on and a grin across his face as he stands next to the lovely Hannah Storm.

Hannah Storm: How are you feeling Dangerous? The world wants to know how good you feel about stepping into the ring with Shane Borderland? Are you ready for him? To put that final nail in his career coffin?

Just as the mic gets placed in front of Mr. Dangerous, Hannah Storm's eyes widen and she backs away. Behind Dangerous walks in Jason Kash and Reaver. Both of them stand to the back of Dangerous and as he turns to see them, Reaver hits him with a forearm to the back of his head. Kash looks into the camera, smiles really big and pulls Hannah Storm close. He grabs her arm with the mic and holds it up to his mouth so he can speak.

Jason Kash: I'll answer the question for him. See I gave that final nail in his "career coffin" as you oh-so-greatly put it. That already happened. What this match with Dangerous is now is APW Management wanting their money's worth out of Borderland's contract. He will never...forget what I did to him. He will suffer from headaches everyday not because come Asylum he's wearing a diaper but because I put him on Government Money for the rest of his life. He'll have social security, medical, food stamps...Because I gave that to him. He lived his entire career off of free rides and now he has that free ride in life..

Kash steps back as Reaver comes back into the picture and stands next to Hannah Storm.

Reaver: Shane proved that he couldn't hang. All that hype, all that talk about him being dominate, being violent.....just TALK. HEHEHEHAHAHAHA. He couldn't get the job done. You could say that same for me but it's not ME with my tail tucked between my legs facing Dangerous. It's not ME taking a hiatus from this business. Scarred, battered and bloody, I'm still here ready for more violence. Believe that when I get the chance, I will take out my frustration....on somebody HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Kash leans over in front of Reaver and grabs the mic out of Storm's hand. He pulls it to his mouth and stands correctly.

Jason Kash: This Addiction isn't something that was filled with Borderland at RassleMania. In fact with that victory I felt worse. I wanted more..We want more..So here we are! On Asylum you will see the debut of our move to the Tag Team Division. I want the fixes to come two at a time and my brother right here wants more blood.

Kash flicks his arm and places the mic in front of Reaver and the masked man digs in without missing a beat.

Reaver: TJ had to accept that he couldn't finish me off but the referee had to. He has to live with that same guilt that he did with Julius Farquar. It's about to get very FOUL and at the Center Stage for Tag Teams...We're here to warn you..Prepare you for what is to come..Whether it's TJ/Saint, Parker/Logan, Kane/Evans, it makes no difference. Currency or Blood.....we WILL have our cut HEHEHEHAHAHAHA!

Bringing the mic back to himself, Kash clears his throat and talks very clear so that nobody can confuse his words.

Jason Kash: You can just call us "FOUL PLAY" and we're not playing alone...Stay tuned..

Letting the mic drop, Kash slides over and hugs Hannah Storm but she lets out a frightened groan. He releases her but pats the top of her head before him and Reaver leave the scene and Hannah Storm has tears mixing with mascara running down her cheeks.

Cameras cut to The Guvnor as he walks backstage, belt on his shoulder. He is wearing a contended smile as he passes staff and the like whistling the tune to the song ‘I’m forever blowing bubbles’ when he suddenly stops in his tracks. The smile turns to a look of irritation as Guvnor realises there is a muscular arm blocking his way. Guvnor looks up to see the snarling face of Evan McDonald. There is a stare down between the two, neither man budging until Guvnor breaks the silence.

Guvnor: Why don’t you take a photo, bruv; it’ll last longer.

Evan McDonald keeps his eyes fixed on the champ as he responds.

Evan: Nice to see you strutting about with my championship, Guv! But after tonight, you won't have that championship for too much longer.

Guvnor: Is that right, mate?

The Guv'nor steps forward and gets in McDonald's face.

Guvnor: Fancy yourself, Highlander, as the one with the cobblers for a bit of aggro with The Guv’nor?

Guvnor smirks.

Guvnor: Leave it out, bruv! I think they let the comedy act walk out the door when Duvall got sacked.

Evan growls as he looks down at the smaller man.

Evan: Let me remind you, Champ - that during our 8 man ladder match at RASSLEMANIA IX, that I was the most dominant of us all. Some might say that I stole the show at Rasslemania! Just take a look at the shape that your opponents are in. You know as a matter of fact, it's not Warren Peace or Tommy Knoxville that you should be worried about. You should be afraid of being the next man to suffer The Scottish Curse.

Guvnor: Really sunshine, you lashed up or what? How about we leave the piss and wind to mugs like Nathaniel Havok and have ourselves a right tear up here and now.

Both men look as if they are just going to throw caution to the wind and start brawling right there in the hallway.

Cid: Ahem! Don't mind me fellas...

The cameras pan over to reveal Cid Phoenix standing behind The Guv'nor, who backs up to allow him a view of both Cid and Evan. Cid, glaring at Guvnor, speaks up.

Cid: I know that Evan here means to try and scare you with his fabled strength and brutishness, but I'm here to tell you that you won't even have time to be worrying about Ol' Braveheart here, or anyone else! I'm the man who aims to—

Evan suddenly takes a step forward and towers over Cid.

Evan: You're here to what, little man? Don't forget that you've got a bit of a stinger thanks to me, and I intend on breaking you in half if need be to get at Ol' Guvie over here!

Cid: Keep dreaming, Gargantua! Have you ever heard of David and Goliath? The bigger they are the harder they'll fall. And looking at you, I can tell it's gonna be one helluva cash!

Cid brushes past McDonald and stares daggers into The Guv'nor.

Cid: Your time pretending to be champion will soon come to an end.

Cid Phoenix walks off, leaving The Guv'nor with Evan. Evan leans in close to the Guv'nor, who turns his face and just whispers in his ear.

Evan: I'm going to take away your title like taking candy from a baby.

Evan smiles as he walks off. The Guv'nor scoffs watches them go, then with a smile retorts to no-one in particular.

Guvnor: Bring it on lads! Luvvly jubbly!

The scene fades as The Guvnor walks off and resumes his whistling.

COMMERCIAL BREAK!

[Evan De Parker]

We return to the ring where we see Nicky Paige with a microphone, preparing to announce the next match!

Paige: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is a Handicap Match

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Paige: Introducing first, at a total combined weight of 515 pounds, the team of Jake Titan, and Leon "The Virus" Roberts, they are NATURAL BORN KILLAZ!!!

West: The Natural Born Killaz are looking to rebound from there loss at Rasselmania in that #1 Contender's match for the tag titles.

Harris: That shouldn't be too difficult to do tonight. The deck isn't exactly stacked against them tonight.

Voice Over:"I'm Simply...Trevor Hyatt"


Well I don't mind stealing bread.
From the mouths of decadents.
But I can't feed on the powerless.
When my cup's already overfilled.

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


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

Paige: And there opponent, weighing in at 218 pounds, "SIMPLY" TREVOR HYATT!!!

West: Trevor Hyatt hasn't exactly been on a roll lately. No doubt he feels he has something to prover here tonight.

Harris: Hopefully he will be able to still prove that he has a pulse after the Killaz are done with him.

The Natural Born Killaz vs. "Simply" Trevor Hyatt


Trevor Hyatt stands in his corner with a look of determination. Titan and Leon discuss in there corner who will begin the match. They agree on Titan and Leon steps onto the apron. Titan looks towards Hyatt and smirks. Hyatt charges at Titan, but Titan catches him with a Dropkick. Hyatt slams down to the mat hard. He quickly scurries to his feet gripping his chin which took the brunt of the force from the kick. Hyatt more slowly makes his way towards Titan and the two lock up in a collar and elbow toe up. Titan quickly over powers Hyatt and shoves him back. Hyatt flings back and slams into the turnbuckles in the corner. Titan charges at him, but Hyatt lifts his feet up in the air and kicks Titan in the chest. Titan stumbles backwards. Hyatt charges at him and catches him with a Flying Clothesline that takes Titan off his feet. Hyatt tries for a quick cover,

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West: Hyatt is going to have to try a lot harder then that to put Jake Titan away

Harris: Give the guy credit. He's already lasted longer than I would have expected.

Hyatt bounces off the ropes and charges towards Titan who has stood up onto his feet. Hyatt attempts a Clothesline, but Titan takes him down with a Drop Toe Hold. He bounces off the ropes and drops down on the back of Hyatts head with a Leg Drop. Titan picks Hyatt up and tags Leon into the match. Titan whips Hyatt off the ropes. Leon, and Titan catch him on the rebound and plant him face first to the mat with a Double Flapjack. Leon rolls Hyatt over and goes for a nonchalant cover,

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West: Another futile attempt by Hyatt to put this one away.

Harris: Futile? Looks like someone has been reading the dictionary lately.

Leon quickly gets up on his feet and goes after Hyatt, but Hyatt rolls out of the ring to regroup. As Hyatt attempts o waste time outside of the ring, Titan sneaks up behind him. He shoves Hyatt from behind, and Hyatt rams his shoulder into the ring post. Titan lifts Hyatt p and tosses him back into the ring. Leon lifts him up and and sets him up for a Suplex. He lifts Hyatt up in the air and drives his head down to the mat with a Brainbuster Suplex. Leon then scales the op turnbuckle. He leaps off and drops down on Hyatt with a Flying Leg Drop. Leon tags Titan in. Leon holds Hyatt by the arms and Titan swings a punch at him. Hyatt ducks and Titan inadvertently clocks Leon. Leon stumbles back. Hyatt gets a surge of energy and connects several hard hits to Titan. Leon recovers from the blow from Titan and advances on Hyatt. Hyatt connects with several hits on Leon. As both men are staggered Hyatt bounces off the ropes and nails them with a double Clothesline. Both men drop to the mat and Hyatt turns to the crowd to celebrate.

West: Hyatt is celebrating like he just won the match. He should be trying to capitalize on this momentum.

Harris: Shane, have you not realizes yet, Hyatt is not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed.

As Hyatt celebrates, both men quickly get back on there feet. They wait as Hyatt plays to the crowd. Hyatt turns around and his smile turns to dread as he sees Titan and Leon both standing. Hyatt charges towards them but gets caught with a Double Big Boot. Leon picks Hyatt up and holds him as Titan hops up on the top turnbuckle. As Leon gets Hyatt in position, Titan dives off the ropes and drops down on Hyatt connecting with the DEATH PENALTY. Titan and Leon both cover Hyatt as the ref counts him down,

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Paige: Here are your winners, Jake Titan, and Leon "The Virus" Roberts.

West: Big win-- big redemption for the Killaz tonight! But what does this mean for Hyatt? He BEGGED Sienna for this match!

Harris: Haha, hopefully he gets off easier than poor Kevin Dahlia!

The camera follows a pair of nicely shined shoes as they walk down the hallway backstage. The camera pans up and reveals that the shoes belong to a strapping young lad we all remember as Billy Pepsi. There is a mixed reaction from the fans upon the reveal. Beside him walks a sharp dressed man carrying a murse. They approach the office of the GM. Billy prepares to walk in, as Sienna approaches her office as well.

Sienna: Can I help you gentlemen?

Billy turns around and flashes her a seductive grin. It's really more of an idiotic grin, but at least he's trying.

Billy: Hiya cutie!

The sharp dressed man cringes as Billy speaks.

Billy: I'm Billy Pepsi. Meltdown's newest megastar. Of course you probably remember me from my days on Asylum. I was always pretty popular with the groupies.

The sharp dressed man slaps Billy upside the head. Sienna crosses her arms and frowns at Billy.

Sharp Dressed Man: Shut up you idiot! This is your new GM Sienna Harrison.

Billy: Ha... I... Uh.... I knew that.

Billy nudges Sienna on the shoulder. Sienna is none to impressed.

Billy: I was just joshing you sir... I mean ma'am... I mean...

The sharp dressed man steps out in front of Billy.

Sharp Dressed Man: You'll have to forgive my friend here. He was dropped on his head several times as a baby.

Billy: Several, pffft... It was only half a dozen times.

The sharp dressed man hangs his head. He looks up at Sienna again. Her expression has not changed at all.

Sharp Dressed Man: Again, I apologize. My name is Elliot Von Wilderspin. I will be Billy's, shall we say... Handler. I assure you he will not cause you any trouble.

Sienna: Listen, I have a show to run here, so if you have a point to make-- can you get to it soon?

Elliot: Of course. As you know Billy is making his return to APW. He would like the opportunity to address the fans next week in the middle of the ring. Call it a heart to heart with his multitude of fans who are concerned about his whereabouts over the past year. A chance to clear the air and start afresh. Would you be so kind as to provide him some camera time for this next week?

Sienna simply frowns.

Sienna: Fine...Now excuse me. I have work to do.

Billy flashes a dopey grin at her and waves like an idiot.

Billy: It was delightful to meet you boss lady.

Sienna scoffs and goes into her office and slams the door. Elliot looks back at Billy who is still grinning like an idiot.

Billy: Well that went well.

Elliot: (sigh)... We have a lot of work to do.

COMMERCIAL BREAK!

[Evan De Parker]

“Cult of personality” blasts out of the PA.

Paige: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome.....NATHANIEL HAVOK!!!

Havok steps out from the back to a mixed reaction from the live crowd.

West: Business is about to pick up here, because here comes ‘The Enforcer of Sorrow’, and the latest Meltdown draft to Overdrive, Nathaniel Havok. The usual grin isn’t there for the fans, instead he looks pretty pissed off about having to carry out this duty.

Havok walks down to the ring, takes a position next to Dick Harris and slips on his headset.

West: Nathaniel, fantastic to have you on commentary.

Havok: Shane, don’t pander to me. If there’s one thing I’m not going to miss about Meltdown it is your intolerable whinnying.

Harris: Yeah, Shane. Mr. Havok, let me be the first to congratulate you on being drafted to Overdrive.

Havok: Thanks, Dick. The sooner I’m out of this Hell-hole the bet-

Havok cut off as the arena goes dark and the PA blasts out the famous quote from Goodfellas.

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

The Guv’nor steps out on from the back to a huge pop from the crowd, the North American Championship belt around his waist. He starts busting out some shapes, raving it up like its 1992, before marching down to the ring, slapping enthusiastically the outstretched palms of the crowd in the front row.

Paige: Please welcome at this time, the NEW APW North American Champion....THE GUV’NOR!!!

Guv’nor slides into the ring, climbs the nearest turnbuckle and raises the championship belt in the air, gaining another pop from the audience.

Havok: Look at all these ugly, dirty miscreants and how they throw themselves at this idiot. They wouldn’t know true wrestling if it slapped them in the face.

West: There’s no doubting Guvnor’s popularity these days, and walking away from that phenomenal Meltdown showcase ladder match at Rasslemania just eight days ago has done that no harm at all.

Havok: Anyone with half a brain cell knows this English prat got lucky at Rasslemania. The powers that be wouldn’t dare put me in the one-on-one match that I deserved.

Guvnor drops down out of the ring and walks over to the commentary table, stopping right in front of where Havok is sitting and lifts the belt into the air. Havok tries to burn a hole in Guvnor’s head with his eyes the whole time, but doesn’t utter a word or move an muscle, instead keeping his gaze on the Londonder.

West: Of course, the new North American Champion also joins us on commentary tonight. Ah, Guvnor I was just recapping your win at Rasslemania.

Guvnor: Cheers bruv, what can I say? I bloody smashed it, just like I said I would. Anyway, who’s bright idea was it to put that slag on commentary; I thought the aim was to entertain the people.

Both Guvnor and Havok stand up, teasing a confrontation.

West: Okay gentlemen, let’s not turn the commentary table into a war zone. I think it’s best if Nathaniel stays at one end, and Guvnor you remain here next to me.

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

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is to determine the #1 contender for the APW North American Championship. Introducing first: From Brooklyn, NY; he weighs 162lbs....CID PHOENIX!

As the music hits a thunderous crescendo, Cid Phoenix appears from behind the curtains to deafening cheers. He pounds his chest, and takes in the moment, 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: It’s a second chance for Cid Phoenix tonight following his highly impressive showing at Rasslemania.

Guvnor: Too right, bruv. I watched the tape and this geezer was buzzing about like a dragonfly on pills. The guy’s a bloody nutter!

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

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

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.

Paige: From Long Beach, CA; weighing 223lbs....TOMMY KNOXVILLE!

He then climbs the turnbuckle and holds his arms out looking above pumping his fist with the music. He then jumps down and spins around facing the center of the ring by the time he lands on his feet. Bouncing back and forth staring across the ring in the opposing corner Knoxville prepares himself as the music slowly begins to fade.

West: Tommy Knoxville has been on a fantastic run since he returned to APW, probably only bettered by my English colleague on commentary tonight.

Havok: I resent that comment!

West: That doesn’t surprise me.

Havok: How many people in this match have been drafted to Overdrive? How many people at this table are former APW World Heavyweight Champions, and will be again very soon?

Guvnor: How many people just switched off the telly when they heard your voice, you mug!

Havok: Haha! Little Lenny, always the comedien! Just remember when you’re tussling for this tiny bit of spotlight with the rest of these Meltdown lowlifes, I’ll be rubbing shoulders with the likes of Level-One, Michael Callahan and Delikado.

Guvnor: Sorry bruv, I tried to listen, but today I’m all out of [BLEEP] to give.

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

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

West: If there was one physically dominant wrestler in the Rasslemania match, it was Evan McDonald.

Havok: Tell me, Lenny, how many times have you pinned Evan McDonald in a one-on-one matches?

Guvnor: Probably not as many times as you’ve bottled it when it really matters.

Havok: In fact, how many of these potential opponents have you actually beaten? I’ve checked, and you have never pinned any of them in a one-on-one match.

Guvnor: I’ve beaten you now, bruv, how many times?

Havok: My Overdrive contract tells me clearly who the management have true faith in.

Guvnor: Go ahead, mate, keep gabbing on; it isn’t going to change the fact there’s more cobblers in the female locker room than between your legs.

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.

Paige: From Pittsburgh, PA; weighing 200lbs, he is....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 former Champ is Warren Peace, and by the determination on his face I suspect he is pretty keen to earn a re-match with you Guvnor.

Havok: Funny how Little Lenny here didn’t offer Warren a re-match. I know that’s what a real champion would do, just like I did with Pence Weatherlight and Jason Kash.

Guvnor: Like I said earlier, I’ll face Warren Peace any time, any place; and that goes for any slag on the roster who thinks they got the bottle for a bit of MADE IN HACKNEY aggro.

Fatal 4-Way: APW North American Championship #1 Contender’s Match
Warren Peace vs Evan McDonald vs Tommy Knoxville vs Cid Phoenix
With The Guv’nor (c) & Nathaniel Havok on commentary

As the bell sounds Evan rushes Cid and pushes him back onto the ropes with repeated punches. Warren and Tommy lock-up, neither man able to get the advantage and their joint momentum eventually sending them tumbling through the ropes and to the outside. Evan whips Cid against the ropes and drops him with a shoulder charge, then hits the ropes himself and lands a knee drop onto Cid. Evan makes the first cover of the match but Cid kicks out immediately. Evan lifts Cid and tosses him across the ring with a t-bone suplex, then gets to his feet and throws his arms out to the crowd, then planting his lips on his right bicep. The crowd jeer this act of narcissism.

West: Evan McDonald picking up where he left off at Rasslemania, and dominating with his extraordinary physical strength.

Guvnor: Listen bruv, I still got the bruises from the way Highlander manhandled me at Rasslemania. He’s a big brute of a geezer, I’ll give him that.

Evan parades around the ring, drawing more heat from the crowd. Being so wrapped up in himself Evan doesn’t see Tommy coming from the top rope and gets taken down with a missile dropkick to the chest. Evan quickly gets to his feet and swings an arm at the onrushing Tommy, but Knoxville ducks under it and plants McDonald with a side Russian leg sweep, then follows this up with a front flip leg drop to the throat. Tommy is about to go for a cover when he sees Cid making a rush, countering this with snake eyes onto the top turnbuckle. As Cid turns around Tommy, spins and sends Cid over the top rope with a calf kick (Cid grabs onto the bottom rope and remains on the apron). Tommy gets back to his feet and he’s taken down from behind by Warren Peace, the former North American Champ hitting a Mongolian chop to the back of the shoulders. Warren grabs Tommy from behind and takes him down with a half nelson facebuster. Warren turns Tommy onto his back, then takes a boot to the face from Evan McDonald. The Scotsman then grabs Tommy and runs him face first into the turnbuckle. McDonald lifts Tommy like an atomic drop, but instead places Tommy on the top rope. Evan starts to climb but he takes a forearm to the face from Cid Phoenix. McDonald back away from the corner, Cid springboards off the top rope and takes Evan down with a headscissors.

West: Incredible athleticism from Cid Phoenix, and listen to the appreciation from the crowd.

Havok: Sloppy execution by McDonald. That’s why he will never rise to the big leagues; he just doesn’t have the necessary ring awareness.

Harris: Isn’t that something he could gain through experience.

Havok: No, it’s something you just have to feel out there. You either have it or you don’t. I’ve got it; McDonald doesn’t.

Cid gets to his feet, by which time Tommy is standing on the top rope. Knoxville leaps off looking for a cross body, but Cid counters into a spinning heel kick, leaping to his feet afterwards and shouting some trash at Knoxville.

Havok: Here we have another reason why some of these Meltdown rookies are well sort. What good is shouting at the man going to do here?

West: And Cid could be about to pay for it here.

From behind Warren rolls Cid into a schoolboy, grabbing onto the top rope for leverage...

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Warren doesn’t waste a second, laying into Cid with repeated stomps, before dropping an elbow onto Cid’s heart. Warren lifts Cid and tosses him into a tree of woe position in one of the turnbuckles, then charges in and lands a baseball slide/low dropkick to the face. Warren pulls Cid down, then drills him face first into the mat with a DDT. Warren makes a cover, but Cid kicks out on two. Warren lifts Cid and starts to work him into position for The Peacemaker.

West: If Warren Peace hits this it could be all over.

However, Knoxville is back on his feet, charges across the ring and using Cid as a launch pad nails Warren with a step-up knee to the face. Cid staggers backwards out of the corner, Tommy grabs Warren and nails him with a bulldog from the second rope, hitting Cid with a front dropkick to the face at the same time.

Havok: That’s all of Warren’s own making. He’s got such a convoluted finisher, and in these multi-wrestler matches you need something you can score with quickly.

West: Would you agree with that Guvnor?

Guvnor: Er, what? I drifted off there. Whenever I hear Boring Norman over there it’s like a singing a lullaby to a baby.

Havok: And that’s the champion of Meltdown. What a professional! One of these days you might wake up, smell the coffee and learn a few things about this business.

Guvnor: Okay, when I want to know how to be a right mug and a choke artist I know who to call.

Havok: 2x Xtreme Champion, 1x World Heavyweight Champion – can you boast that, Lenny? But if you want some advice in future, remember you need to contact OVERDRIVE, since I am simply too big for Meltdown nowadays.

Tommy gets to his feet and struts over to the ropes near the commentary table, staring down at Guvnor he starts to run his mouth, before gesturing a title belt around his waist and pointing at the man he wants to face.

West: Knoxville indulging in a little taunting of the champion here at ringside.

Guvnor: This mug can pose all he wants; the fact is he still has to finish the job here before he starts making presumptions.

Tommy turns and doesn’t see Evan coming, and is caught off guard by a shoulder charge. Tommy hits the ropes, Evan grabs him and delivers a headbutt, then follows this up with a military press drop. Next Evan goes for Warren, but he’s countered into a back drop suplex. Warren follows this up with three quick elbow drops, then as Cid gets to his feet Warren locks him into an abdominal stretch. Cid starts screaming out in pain. Tommy gets to his feet and nails Evan with a European uppercut, hits the ropes and drops Evan with a flying crossbody. Tommy goes for a cover...

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Meanwhile Cid Phoenix counters Warren with a low blow, then a spinning elbow smash from Cid drops Warren. Tommy tries to hit Evan with the Sativa Spike, but Evan counters with a spinebuster, then a catapult that sends Tommy over the top rope and out of the action. Evan grabs Cid and clubs him a few times on the head, then looks for Scottish Pride, but Cid counters by rolling out of the double underhook, then hits a back thrust kick to the gut and follows this up with the Ace Crusher.

West: Tremendous reversal Cid Phoenix, and can he add more? What an upset we have on the cards here on Meltdown!

Cid climbs to the top rope in search of Phoenix Down, but Tommy leaps onto the apron and nudges Cid off the top rope, sending him crashing face first into the crowd barrier. Tommy climbs to the top rope, signals for American Highlife, but by the time he lets fly some time has passed, enough for Evan to recover and roll out of harm’s away. Tommy gets to his feet clutching his ribs, Warren explodes and nails a leg drop bulldog. Warren makes a cover...

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Evan makes the save.

West: That was just fractions out! There was desperation in that lunge from Evan McDonald.

Harris: These multi-person matches can really drain your self-belief – you can never be sure at any moment that victory won’t be stolen away at the last gasp.

Evan and Warren get to their feet and exchange a few shots. Evan quickly overpowers Warren, then a forearm thrust sends Warren into the ropes. Evan follows up with a running clothesline that sends them both over the top to the outside. Evan grabs Warren and whips him hard into a ring post, Warren bouncing off from the impact on his shoulder. While this is happening Tommy gets to his feet, hits the ropes and charges across the ring leaping over the top rope and landing on top of Evan with a corkscrew splash. There is a huge amount of cheers and a huge pop from the crowd following that flurry of action. With all four men down outside the ring, the ref begins a ten count.

ONE!

West: We’re going to need someone to respond to this ten-count if this match is to carry on.

Harris: I’m sure Guvnor won’t be losing any sleep if none of them don’t.

TWO!

Havok: Of course he wouldn’t, then this sham champion gets to go another week avoiding a title defence.

Guvnor: YOU WHAT!

THREE!

West: Now gentlemen, please calm down. Guvnor, please sit back down.

Guvnor: I’ve had enough of this bloody mug. It’s bad enough that I’ve had to put up with this mouthy slag for weeks and weeks.

FOUR!

Havok: Here is the true Lenny – jealous! It’s easy to stand there and look like a tough guy when the GM has your back and protects you from defending your title.

West: Oh brother!

FIVE!

Guvnor: And I suppose you’d know all about that, would you? When was the last time you did something, anything of any merit around here?

SIX!

Havok: Sit down little Lenny before I’m forced to embarrass you in front of ‘your audience’, show you how it’s done by the real Megastars.

SEVEN!

Guvnor: That’s it, you want to go, bruv? I’m going to do what I should have done weeks ago – I’m going to smash you up so well that you’ll be eating through a straw for weeks.

The sound of Guvnor’s headset being thrown down is heard, then we cut to a shot of Guvnor clambering over the table to try and get to Havok, as Shane West and Dick Harris do their best to hold him back.

EIGHT!

Havok: Come on tough guy, I’m waiting right here!

Havok then grabs a glass of water and tosses the contents in the face of The Guv’nor. This ignites the fury in the North American Champion and he fights his way past West and Harris, but as Havok backs off and escapes from his commentary position a posse of security step in and hold back The Guv’nor, who continues to hurl abuse at Havok.

NINE!

With a smirk on his face Havok grabs a microphone and slides into the ring.

West: The situation here at ringside has got completely out of hand.

TE-

Havok: HOLD ON! Hold on just a second – I have something to say.

West: This should be good.

The ref, as you may have guessed, has ended the count thanks to the distraction from Nathaniel Havok.

Havok: You want some of me, boy? You want another shot at rubbing elbows with greatness? You know what? No! Not like this!

Nathaniel hops back out of the ring, getting into the face of the North American Champion. The crowd goes silent, and the competitors in the match begin to stir.

Havok: I could sit here and tell you that you're not even close to being in my league, that you're never going to amount to anything, and that you couldn't even hold my jockstrap!

Nathaniel chuckles.

Havok: But the truth is, I'd be lying.

West: Wait, what!?!?

Havok: There's no reason for me to stand here and lie to you, Meltdown is in my rear-view mirror, and the truth is... It's your show now.

Confused, the North American Champion goes to scratch his head. But Havok stops him, grabbing his hand by the wrist.

Havok: And I know... You'll do this show some justice!

Nathaniel raises Guv'nor's hand into the air, much to the delight of the crowd. He puts his hand down, and Guvnor looks more confused than ever. Nathaniel pats him on the shoulder a few times, before exiting the commentary area, walking up the ramp, and going to the backstage area.

West: Er, well this is a bit odd. We’ll be right back after this.

[Commercial break]

We return to Meltdown and the #1 contender’s match for the North American Championship. Warren Peace has Tommy Knoxville pinned in a corner and is giving him repeated open palm strikes to the chest.

West: This match continues, and we’ve still got North American Champion, The Guv’nor, alongside us on commentary. Guv, what’s your reaction to events before the commercial break?

Guvnor: Don’t be fooled, bruv. If I know that slag he’s out the back gathering an army and getting tooled up. But good riddance I say!

Warren whips Tommy across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle and charges through, but Tommy counters with a back elbow. Tommy jumps onto the middle rope and nails Warren with a double axe handle smash, then ties Warren up in a facelock. The crowd pop as Knoxville lifts Warren and plants him with the Sativa Spike.

West: Knoxville surely has this won wrapped up. Here’s the cover...

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Cid Phoenix with the save.

Harris: Cid Phoenix out of nowhere, showing great perserverance.

Phoenix hits the ropes and hits Tommy with a dropkick to the chest, then bounces off the ropes again looking for a crossbody but Knoxville catches Cid, then transitions into reverse facelock and a neckbreaker. Tommy spots Evan getting into the ring and charges at him, landing a running Yakuza kick that sends Evan into the corner. Tommy climbs to the second rope and starts pounding at Evan’s face, but after three blows Evan counters with a powerbomb, making a cover...

West: McDonald just powerbombed Tommy Knoxville right out of his boots.

Guvnor: That may be the fat lady warming up right now.

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Warren starts clubbing Evan, but the Scotsman powers to his feet and headbutts Warren, then gives him a bionic elbow. Warren staggers to the ropes, Evan follows but Warren gets in a sly slow blow that is unseen by the ref, then hits Evan with a snap suplex followed by a DDT. Warren makes the cover...

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Cid makes the save with a senton splash.

Guvnor: Cid Phoenix acting like one of those annoying bugs – they never go away!

Cid and Warren get to their feet, Cid gets Warren into a hammerlock, then hits the Ball Breaker. Cid covers....

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West: Cid Phoenix is going to take this-

Tommy makes the save!

Guvnor: I thought the geezer had him then, mate. That looked like three to me.

West: The referee has two fingers authoritatively thrust in the air. That was close, no doubt about it.

Tommy lifts Cid and gives him a European uppercut that sends him into a corner. Tommy lifts Warren and they start exchanging blows. Evan charges them and with a double clothesline all three go over the top, but Tommy grabs onto the top rope and pulls himself back into the ring. Tommy grabs Cid and nails him with the Sativa Spike, then climbs to the top rope and lands American Highlife. Tommy hooks the legs...

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The ref’s hands go up to signal the fall as Warren tries to make the save in vain.

Winner: Tommy Knoxville

West: Knoxville is the #1 contender, he’s going to face The Guv’nor.

Guvnor: And he’s about to learning the meaning of ‘MADE IN HACKNEY’.

Knoxville rolls away and climbs to his feet, climbing to the top rope of the turnbuckle near the commentary table. After posing for the fans Knoxville turns in the direction of The Guv’nor and gestures a belt around his waist. Guvnor stands up and gives Knoxville a slow clap.

West: Guvnor versus Knoxville – that one will give a new meaning to the phrase ‘slobberknocker’ and it’s exclusive to Meltdown!

Harris: I can’t wait to see that one, Shane. Make that match Sienna!

COMMERCIAL BREAK!

[Evan De Parker]

The Tout begins with Buckson Gooch sitting on his porch, sweaty from a day of hard work, holding a nice tall glass of sweet tea.

Buckson Gooch: Let me tell you something that excites me. New talent. Talent with a history. Trevor Jennings had a mean streak a mile long. I watched him some time ago, to hear that his son, Michael, has joined APW is exciting for some, like me...and should shake the Meltdown roster it's core. Michael hates everybody and believes himself to be above the other wrestlers here in APW based from his promos. He's going to be a lethal force on the Meltdown brand.

Buck takes a long swig of sweet tea.

Buckson Gooch: I think it will only be a matter of time before Michael Jennings is drafted up to Overdrive. He's got his own way of doing things, and that can be seen from his promo. He has his own agenda. Michael Jennings isn't only going to make an immediate impact, he's going to send shockwaves from the bottom of Meltdown all the way up to Terry Marvin, Evan Envi, Level-One, and Callahan. I always had an eye for stock...and this guy is a blue chipper.

Buck nods his head and polishes off the last of his sweet tea and the feed shuts out, cutting back to ringside.

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 continues 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, but pauses, looking over her shoulder as Sienna Harrison emerges from the back to a chorus of heavy boos. Some of the fans cheered, some booed and some of the younger members stay nervously silent as the sometimes unpredictable Robina Hood walks past them, Sienna only a pace behind.

West: Well, I don't like the looks of this. Sienna is out here with Robina once again... And we all know how this played out last time-- with Amy Zing being mercilessly assaulted.

Harris: And our poor boss getting kicked in the head!

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

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

Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by the Meltdown General Manager, Sienna…from Sherwood Forest…weighing in at one hundred thirty-two pounds……ROBINA HOOD!

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

She walks up the ring steps, halfway across the apron and steps into the ring as the song continued. Once in the ring Robina turns 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. Sienna exits to the apron and applauds. 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, chatting with Sienna in the corner.

"AMY ZING!"

"AMY ZING!"

"AMY ZING!"

Robina shoos off the chants of the crowd, but to no avail!

West: Santiago is hot!

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

Paige: And her opponent, weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds, from Hong Kong, China, by way of San Francisco, California... "The Hong Kong Sensation", Amy Zing!

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.

West: And here she comes-- for the last time as an official Meltdown Megastar!

Harris: I bet Sienna is happy to hear it!

West: We know Robina is!

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, looking out at Sienna and then over at Robina.

Main Event - No Disqualifications, No Count-Outs
Robina Hood vs Amy Zing

The bell rings and Robina is the first to go on the offensive, rushing the distracted Amy Zing into the corner. Sienna hops down from the apron immediately as Robina begin to pummel Zing in the corner, only to drag her out and hit a hard duo of European Uppercuts, the second of which levels the newest Overdrive Megastar! Zing falls into the corner and Robina backs to the center of the ring, giving Sienna a sharp nod before she runs forward and hits Zing with a running knee lift to her jaw! Zing slumps in the corner and Hood drags her out, hooking the leg.

West: Robina’s looking to end it early!

Harris: Quick covers-- she’s smart. Zing is a little bit faster, so if you can’t do anything else, at least try to wear her down!

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West: It takes more than that to upset the Hong Kong Sensation!

Harris: Well-- look at Robina! What’s this?!

Robina is now on the second turnbuckle, stalking Zing from behind. Sienna claps from the outside as Robina grabs Zing from behind in what appears to be a Sleeper Hold-- but lifts her off the ground, choking her in the corner! Zing’s feet dangle inches above the mat and she screams in agony! The referee looks to be at a loss-- unable to count her out! For about ten seconds, Amy Zing squirms and writhes in agony in the hold... Until finally, Robina drops Zing! Zing crawls across the mat on her hands and knees, climbing to her feet, only to be taken down with a Diving Double Axe Handle. Zing hits the mat and Robina takes a bow, earning a deafening chorus of boos from the crowd.

West: Robina Hood, looking impressive in the first main event of the new APW season... Making history here in Santiago, Chile-- hosting our first televised event-- but can she make history in a whole new way? Can she defeat Amy Zing here tonight on Meltdown?

Harris: I think the answer is “Yes.” Robina Hood is unstoppable. She’s PERFECT. Sometimes, I think Sienna and I are the only ones that see it.

West: Right.

Robina picks Zing up and throws her against the ropes, taking her down quickly with a Clothesline. Zing climbs to her feet and is hit with a Vertical Suplex! Zing groans in pain as she crawls back to her feet.

West: It’s incredibly rare that Robina Hood has the size advantage over her opponent... But she does tonight, and she’s taking full advantage of it.

Harris: It’s a rarity! She’d be stupid not to! EXPLOIT WHAT YOU HAVE, ROBINA, WHILE YOU STILL HAVE IT!

Robina starts to guide Amy to her feet by her hair-- but Zing counters with a slap to the face! Robina falls back and Zing charges her, hitting a hard Running Front Dropkick! Robina is thrown to the mat and rolls to the ropes. Sienna immediately goes to check on her...

Harris: Nonononono, MOOOVE!

Sienna shrieks and moves out of the way as Amy shoots the ropes and comes back with a Baseball Slide that takes Robina to the outside! Zing follows Robina out and starts to stride toward Sienna, but Sienna quickly backs away. Zing rolls her eyes and turns back to Robina, but she’s hit with a shot to the gut-- but follows up with a buzzsaw kick to the head! Robina falls against the steel steps and Zing lifts her up, by the hair, throwing her into the barricade! The crowd cheers and beats against the barricade as Hood pulls herself up, but Zing grabs her again, this time by her shirt, and throws her agains the ring apron! She follows up with a hard roundhouse kick to the temple!

West: Good LORD, what a shot!

Harris: Ahh! Hood’s not lookin’ good here!

Hood crawls to the steps and pushes herself up, but this allows Zing to measure her and then charge, delivering a beautiful Bulldog, crushing Hood’s forehead into the steps! Hood hits the ground quickly and Zing slaps hands with the roaring Chilean fans. She smirks at Sienna who watches nervously as Zing measures Hood-- only to charge the steps and Dropkick them, smacking them right into Hood’s skull! Hood falls back onto the ground and Amy immediately goes under the ring, retrieving a Singapore cane. Sienna screams for the referee to stop her-- but he has no authority to do so. He watches as Amy raises the cane above her head...

Harris: Oh God.

CRACK!

CRACK!

Two shots across the base of the neck bring Robina Hood to the ground again! Robina points the cane, menacingly, at Sienna before she pulls Robina up and chokes her with it, driving her knee into her spine! The Chilean crowd roars as Robina gasps for air, only to be thrown against the apron by Zing again, who slides the cane into the ring, and then rolls Robina in. Robina tries to crawl out to the other side-- even grabbing two fistfuls of the ring apron-- but she is grabbed from behind in a rear-waistlock and lifted to her feet by Amy Zing who transition it into a Back Suplex! Robina holds the back of her head and Zing throws her hair back, measuring for her to get up... The crowd goes wild!

West: And I think Amy Zing has decided that it’s time to put Robina Hood away!

Harris: ...Are we thinking Fenghuang?

Amy Zing goes for the 540 Spinning Roundhouse Kick-- the Fenghuang Kick!-- but Robina Hood is able to avoid it, by inches! Sienna sighs in relief on the outside and Robina rolls to the ropes to avoid Zing, but the referee has no authority to stop the onslaught of Amy Zing as she rushes Robina and begins to pummel her with fists! Robina covers up, and finally, Sienna runs to the other side of the ring to pull her from harm’s way, earning a chorus of boos from the crowd! Amy Zing eyes the two of them as Sienna checks on Robina, and then grabs a hold of the top rope...

West: What’s Amy Zing thinking here?

Harrus: Oh no-- the boss!

Amy Zing sprints to the other side of the ring and comes back, diving over the top rope! Sienna shrieks and barely moves out of the way as Zing launches herself over the top, taking Hood down with a Vaulting Body Press! Hood is taken to the ground and Sienna scrambles away from the stirring Zing. Amy reaches under the ring again, this time retrieving a steel chair! She grips it and turns to Robina Hood, measuring her, and then swings...

...But Robina ducks and catches Zing around the throat with her forearm, bringing her down with a Swinging Neckbreaker! Zing holds the back of her head in pain and rolls to the announce table. As soon as she seeks refuge, leaning on it, Robina charges forward and hits her with a Running Big Boot!

West: WHOA-- look out!

Zing rolls over the announce table and right onto Dick Harris’ lap as Shane West scrambles away! Zing pulls herself back onto the table, and Robina begins to pummel her with right hands! Zing slows down and Robina ducks down, picking up the steel chair! She swings down toward Zing’s head--

Harris: Nobody home!

Zing avoids the shot by inches and dives off of the table, taking Robina down with a Diving Thrust Kick at short-range! Robina is thrown hard to the ground, but is up within seconds. Amy Zing delivers a hard boot to Robina’s gut and rolls her into the ring again! Robina clutches her ribs and struggles to stand up in the center of the ring, but Amy Zing hits a Springboard Cross Body! She covers Hood!

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West: HEY!

The crowd boos loudly as Sienna pulls Amy out of the ring-- only to be immediately shoved to the ground by Amy! Sienna crawls away and Amy chases her, grabbing her by her hair. She lifts Sienna to her feet-- but Sienna gouges her eyes and slinks away! Amy grabs her eyes, crying out in pain, and is immediately taken to the ground with a Running Springboard Senton from Robina Hood! Both Hood and Zing crash to the mat, but Hood quickly rolls Zing into the ring and ducks under the ring... Smirking... As she retrieves a crowbar.

Harris: Things just got interesting, Shane-O.

Robina crawls into the ring and holds the crowbar up, prepared to bring it down across her skull... but Zing counters with an up-kick! Robina clutches her jaw and drops the crowbar. She falls into the corner and Zing charges her, performing a hand-stand on the ropes, and then bringing her knees into Robina’s chest!

West: Haha... Your favorite move, used on your favorite Megastar!

Harris: Ohhh nooooo! NIHAO HOOD! Ahhhh!

However, before Amy can back away-- Robina blows red mist into Amy Zing’s eyes! The crowd boos loudly and Amy screeches, throwing her hands over her eyes... But it’s too late... Robina swiftly swoops down and pivots, cracking the crowbar across her skull! Amy Zing crumples to the mat and Robina Hood sinks to her knees, hooking her far leg for the pin.

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The bell rings and the crowd boos as Robina is helped to her feet by the referee, who raises her hand.

Paige: Here is y--

Sienna grabs the microphone from Nicky Paige and walks up the stairs, into the ring with a grin.

Sienna: Your winner... The future of Meltdown... The FUTURE of Action Packed Wrestling... The “Perfect Megastar” ROBINA HOOD!

The crowd boos as Sienna drops the microphone and raises Robina’s arm in the air. The two grin as they stare down at Amy Zing, who is being tended to by EMTs as they try to remove the mist from her eyes.

West: Is this the future?! Is this REALLY our future?

Harris: YES! YES! Robina Hood-- better than ANY Overdrive Megastar!

West: Robina Hood has just made a statement tonight! Ladies and gentlemen, we’re out of time! For Dick Harris, I’m Shane West, and we’re OUT in Santiago! We’ll see you next week when Tommy Knoxville challenges the Guv’Nor for the North American Championship!

Our scene fades to black as Robina stands victorious over Amy Zing, her eyes closed, grinning broadly in spite of the chorus of boos.

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