Overdrive 04/04/2013 - Panama City, Panama

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History dictates that Michael Callahan is never afraid to make a far greater deal out of his arrival than is ever reasonably justified, and as Overdrive opens this is exemplary in the manner of travel he has chosen to take him to the arena. Kicking it in the back of a limousine with The GI and Dr. Gray as they sip champagne glasses, Callahan bops his head to the sound of “It Takes Two” by MC Rob Base and DJ E-Z Rock because he's a sucker for late 80's hip hop. The limousine rolls up to a stop in the underground parking lot, near the staff entrance for the event.

Michael Callahan: Here we go boys. The Roberto Duran. Home of Overdrive, a place that will go down in history as the birth of The Callahan Presidency. A new age is starting here gentlemen, and the three of us are riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. If it were just me making this walk, I'd be a little nervous, but having your great companionship? We're going to slot right into the top of the food chain here. So I'll ask you boys one last time... are you ready?

Callahan looks at Gray who nods his head.

Dr. Gray: I'm ready.

Callahan turns to GI and raises an eyebrow at the confused GI who seems scared by the music choice.

Michael Callahan: GI?

Dr. Gray: It doesn't matter if he's ready. He's coming with us.

Michael Callahan: Well then! Overdrive awaits it's champion. Let's go!

The group climb out of the limousine and saunter as confidently as you'd expect a world champion and his entourage to towards the fire escape doors where two bald, burly APW security guards stand posted. Callahan slings the World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder as his boys follow a step behind him either side.

Security Guard Jon: Identify yourselves, gentlemen.

Michael Callahan: The championship belt does the talking for me, sir. If you pay any attention to your job, you'll know who I am.

Security Guard Jon: Of course. Go right on ahead Mr. Callahan.

The two security guards open the door and allow Callahan to step through into the backstage area, but when Gray and GI try to follow suit the two heavies reach out in their way to stop them.

Security Guard: Luther: Nuh-uh. You two are going to have to identify yourselves.

Callahan chuckles awkwardly at the situation, not sure if this some kind of joke or not.

Michael Callahan: Oh, they're with me.

Security Guard Jon: No guests allowed I'm afraid. Boss's orders.

Dr. Gray: Well, we're not guests. I'm contracted talent. I'm Dr. Alexander Gray and this is The GI. We competed for the tag belts on Meltdown.

Security Guard Jon: I'm sorry. You two aren't on our list, nor are you on the roster.

Callahan stares is disbelief at what he's hearing.

[cpolor=0066FF]Michael Callahan: Yes they are. They're The War Ensemble. We're on Overdrive now.[/color]

Security Guard Luther: I'm afraid Mr. Callahan that that isn't the case. We were specifically instructed that the trade was for Terry Marvin to go to Asylum and for you to come to Overdrive. There was no mention of your buddies coming over. No Gray's, no GI's, no guests, no entry.

Dr. Gray: What?! This is ridiculous! Alright, then we're with the charity Wounded Warrior! GI is a veteran of several wars, y'know. He was a member of the United States Army!

Yanking up the sleeves on his tight, form-fitting shirt to reveal a USMC tattoo inked onto a bicep the size of Gray's head sends a message that he is indeed not a man to mess with.

Security Guard Jon: I was in the US Marine Corps, and we were told to follow orders to the letter no matter what reason you could think of against it or the cost involved in doing so. If you wanna watch the show, go buy a ticket. Otherwise, you're not going in.

Michael Callahan: But-what! This is unfair! Level One has celebrity friends kicking it backstage all the time!

Security Guard Jon: You're not Level One.

Michael Callahan: I'm the world heavyweight champion! I'm BETTER than Level One.

Security Guard Luther: Tell him that, see how far it gets you.

Michael Callahan: Ugh. Alright, what do you want? I'll give you ten dollars, each.

The two heavies burst into roaring laughter at the tight-fisted attempt at bribery, amazed that Callahan would even think that would work.

Security Guard Jon: Ten dollars isn't worth losing this job, buddy. Now tell your friends to get lost or there's gonna' be trouble.

Dr. Gray: Alright, fine. If you want to pad your large but fragile ego by preventing “The Mastermind” entry so you can say you got one over a man who has triple your IQ then so be it. But when I go home tonight to my condo that I've bought thanks to actually having more than seven brain cells, I'll be sure to take satisfaction in knowing my life is better than yours.

Security Guard Jon: And as a simple man, I'll take immense pleasure in knowing that I'm allowed in this building and you're not. Now if you want your smart little mouth to continue to be filled with unbroken teeth, I suggest you take a hike before I pull that 'genius brain' of yours and pull it out your ass.

Dr. Gray: This isn't over.

Jon takes a step forward, towering over Dr. Gray as he gets right into his face so as to chew the fat off his grills. Dr. Gray suddenly doesn't feel like quite such a big man any more.

Security Guard Jon: Am I speaking a foreign language? Fuck. Off.

Dr. Gray: We'll get round this somehow. Callahan, good luck in your match tonight. We'll be watching.

Security Guard Luther: Yeah, from your hotel room.

Gray seethes as he drags GI away with him back to the limousine.

Dr. Gray: You are such an asshole.

Security Guard Luther: That's why I love my job.

Callahan waves them off sadly, feeling a hell of a lot less confident about walking into the building all alone and with the grandest prize over his shoulder.

Michael Callahan: I'll catch you later boys.

The security guards shut the doors behind Callahan, leaving the champion by himself to face the long corridor ahead. The few people there, production crew members, seem to be giving him dirty looks as he makes his first tentative steps into the wilderness of Overdrive. Like the landlord of the circus trying to hand a lion a letter of eviction, Callahan is understandably apprehensive but with no alternative but to simply swallow the bitter pill he starts trotting his way down the corridor.

Michael Callahan: It's cool Callahan, you're the harbinger of a new age. You're walking into a building full of people you don't know the capabilities of, all of whom want to take the title you're wearing around your waist by any means necessary. That's fine. You can handle it.

He stops as an epiphany hits him, a big smile spreading across his face.

Michael Callahan: Wait a minute! I can wreck this! I'm a one man army! This is my battle ground and I will win this war! I can do this!

Pumped up with an out of nowhere source of confidence, Callahan strides with pride into the building as the scene comes to a close. But while Callahan feels confident now, he well and truly dives into the deep end with no life guard and no arm bands to ensure that he doesn't drown. Until now, Callahan has always had the benefit of having people behind him to act as a crutch, but in his brand new home of Overdrive he will be deprived of the privilege. The only man he can rely on now to get the job done... is himself.



HArvey: There you have it folks. The new World Champion and newest Overdrive member Michael Callahan is IN the building.

Chase: But this may be his last night as champion as he takes on Delikado for that belt in the main event.

HArvey: Also in store for us tonight we have Michael Lively's going away match against Amy Zing, and Dan White takes on Legion for a shot at the Xtreme Title NEXT WEEK!

Chase: We'll hear from our new GM and a very special goodbye from our Undisputed Champion Terry Marvin. Plus Evan Envi and AC Smith take on BUckson Gooch and Shadow.

Harvey: And in his big return from hiatus, we have Johnny Rebel taking on CJ Gates in a match pitting old rivals. But Right now we're taking you backstage where CJ Gates is waiting with Cindy Shannon.

The scene opens up backstage where we see C.J. Gates standing with Cindy Shannon.

Cindy Shannon: Joining me at this time is C.J. Gates. C.J., at Rasslemania you were unable to beat Terry Marvin for the Undisputed title. What's going through your mind?

Gates smirks.

C.J. Gates: I'd be lying if I said I wasn't dwelling on it, because I have been. I've been thinking back to that match and how I let the fans down. But the more I think about that match, the more I realize I have to shake it off. I have to get back to where I was before. Biggs reminded me today that the fans are still going to have my back, and if I keep them in my mind, I'm sure I can turn things around.

Cindy Shannon: Terry Marvin is here tonight, is there anything you want to say to him?

Gates turns to the camera.

C.J. Gates: You won. At Rasslemania you managed to outlast me and secure your title...with the help of Level One. I know it won't mean much since you've run off to Asylum, but you still haven't proven yourself to be a worthy champion or a valiant competitor. Eventually you are going to be faced with the task of being all alone, and I can't wait to watch you fall. But enough about Terry. Let's focus on things that matter.

Cindy Shannon: Tonight you take on a familiar face in Johnny Rebel. Are you worried this could be the night Rebel picks up the win?

C.J. Gates: Yes. I mean, anything is possible. Who knows what tricks Rebel picked up while he was away, who knows how desperate he is going to be. The key will be to keeping my mind in the match and making sure I'm watching for signs of Rebel cracking, signs of him needing to resort to some underhanded tactics.

Cindy Shannon: Do you think he will?

C.J. Gates: Like I said, anythings possible, and knowing Rebel like I do, I wouldn't put it past him. He's done it before back when we were gearing up for our Rasslemania match, and I'm sure he will do it again. It's just a matter of time.

Cindy Shannon: Where do you see yourself going from here?

C.J. Gates: I see myself going out to the ring to fight Rebel, and then after that, who knows? Sure, I'd love to get back in a title hunt, but I know I'll have to earn another chance, so that is what I am going to do. Starting tonight against Johnny Rebel.

Cindy Shannon: Thank you for your time, C.J.

Gates tips his hat to Cindy before walking off camera.

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We come back from commercial break to find both Legion and Dan White already in the ring. As the referee awaits his cue from the timekeeper, “Cult of Personality” by Living Colour hits on the PA system. Recent “changes” in Nathaniel Havok, cause the fans to jump to their feet, cheering his return to Overdrive.

Chase: YES! YES! OH MY GOD, YES! HE’S BACK, DARREN! NATHANIEL HAVOK IS BACK!

Harvey: Yeah, he is! But why? What business does he have out here right now?

Chase: Who cares, Darren! He’s back!

Nathaniel has a huge smile on his face, as he walks down the ramp, slapping the hands of fans. He makes his way to the commentators table, and puts on a headset.

Harvey: Welcome back, Nathaniel! To what do we owe the honors of this visit?

Havok: Do I really need a reason to be out here, Darren? Come on, I’m Nathaniel Havok!

Chase: Yeah, come on, Darren! He’s Nathaniel Havok!

Havok: I’m just out here to scout the competition. Things have changed around Overdrive, since I was last here. I’ve got to come prepared! Now let’s see some of that in-ring action!

The referee calls for the bell, and both men begin to circle one another. They attempt a lock-up in the center of the ring, but Legion refuses, backing away, and rolling out of the ring. Legion immediately begins searching under the ring for weapons. He grabs a trash can full of weapons, and tosses it into the ring. A few chairs, and a steel chain later, and Legion is comfortable enough to roll back in. Before he can get to his feet, Dan grabs a Kendo Stick, and begins hitting Legion all over the back. Unable to contain the onslaught, Legion has no choice but to stay down until Dan White stops his assault. With a full head of steam in the early goings of the contest, White forces Legion to his feet, by placing the Kendo Stick to his throat, and pulling him up from the back. With Legion up, the Pride of Wales walks around to face his foe. He lifts up the Kendo Stick, but has taken too much time, as Legion pokes him in the eyes.

Havok: Look at that! This kid is a smart cookie! I mean, for a homeless guy and all.

Harvey: What do you mean by that?

Havok: Look at him! I’ve seen homeless people in alleyways that dress better than he does!

Harvey: How do you know? Been spending time in alleyways these days with dead women?

Havok: Not funny. I was cleared, I have an alibi!

Chase: Yeah, he has an alibi! Darren, dammit, you leave him alone! He’s APW royalty!

After poking Dan in the eye, Legion has enough time to grab a chair, and set up. As Dan slowly regains his composure, he turns around to see a chair flying at his head. With no time to react, White has no choice but to take what’s coming to him, and takes a chairshot right to the forehead. White goes down like a sack of potatoes, and Legion continues the beatdown with a multitude of kicks all over his foes body. Taunting the crowd, Legion now knows that he is in full control. He grabs White up by the hair, sets the chair in the right position, and delivers a thunderous Vertical Suplex that leaves Dan White writhing in pain. Legion goes for the cover…

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Harvey: Legion isn’t playing around here, trying to get the cover in the early-goings of this contest!

Chase: Yeah, but it’s going to take a whole lot more than that, to put away the Pride of Wales! As much as I hate to say it, he’s one tough S.O.B.!

Havok: Both of these men are tremendous in-ring competitors. This match could go either way! But right now, Dan isn’t looking too good!

Still the one in control, Legion picks up White, and backs him into the corner. He whips him all the way across the ring, following right behind him the entire way, only to deliver a corner clothesline, once the two reach the other side. Dan falls to a seated position in the corner, and Legion begins to “stomp a mudhole” into his opponent. Legion then takes a minute to taunt the fans, showing them that he is far superior than his opponent. This gives Dan a small amount of time to recover, as he makes his way to his feet. Legion sees this, and reacts accordingly, by delivering a clothesline once Dan makes his way out of the corner. Dan gets right back up, and is met with another clothesline. Back up once again, Dan is met by Legion who goes around back of him, and delivers a German Suplex! Instead of going for the pin however, Legion wants to continue the punishment. He mounts Dan who is face-down on the mat, and grabs the same Kendo Stick that was once used on him. He places it on the neck of Dan White, and wrenches back with everything he’s got. As White gasps for air, the only thing the referee can do is sit back and watch.

Harvey: He’s going to choke the life out of Dan White! If White passes out, this match is over!

Chase: So barbaric! I love it! I love the Xtreme mentality! I WANT MORE!

Havok: Take it from the greatest Xtreme Champion of all time… Obviously, that would be me… This style will take years off of your career, and one match could change the rest of your life! This style ISN’T for the weak at heart!

The fans begin to get behind Dan White, who is trying to fight for consciousness. White begins to feel the crowd, and is able to pull himself up by the ropes. With Legion still on his back, Dan drops right back down, squashing Legion between his body, and the steel chair that is still on the ground. Both Dan and Legion are in a bad way, but the referee is unable to utilize the 10 count, due to the nature of the rules. The fans are now to their feet, getting behind the Welsh Dragon. White realizes that he has incapacitated his foe, and attempts a late cover.

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Havok: Dan wasted too much time pussy-footing around, there! He should have gone for the cover right away! Hopefully, it doesn’t cost him in the long run!

Harvey: Grade it on a curve, Havok. You’ve been gone a long time; Dan has only been here a short time.

Havok: I’ll give the guy credit; he’s come a long way in that short time! He’s definitely APW material!

Chase: He’s a fan-pandering nutcase. Don’t stick up for him, Nate!

Havok: It’s Nathaniel! And to you, from now on, it’s Mr. Havok!

Chase: My… My… My… My bad.

Havok: Yeah, it is your bad.

In the ring, Dan takes a minute to regain his marbles. Legion begins to get to his feet, as White grabs a trash can, and places it over his head and body. Legion stumbles around, blinded and incapacitated by the trash can. Dan White takes this time to lay some rights and lefts to the trashcan, causing Legion to stumble into the corner. Dan sees his opening, and darts at Legion, splashing him in the corner, and crushing the trashcan around the figure of Legion, who falls to the mat below. With the fans on his side, and the match going in his favor, the Welsh Dragon signals for the move he calls the Stunt Bomb. Legion makes his way to his feet, and slowly turns around. Dan lifts him in the air, but the move is countered by Legion, who delivers a DDT. Both men go back down, and the crowd cheers for both men, as they are giving it all they’ve got.

Harvey: My god! Both of these men are down! They’re giving us everything they’ve got tonight! They’re doing it all in the name of the Xtreme Championship!

Havok: A title that I made prestigious! A title that signifies toughness! A title that Nathaniel Havok put on the map, and made famous!

Chase: Also, a title that is made out of chains and a trashcan lid… I LOVE IT!

Both men begin to stir, and get back up at the same time. The two men begin to exchange right hands, but Legion gets the upper hand with a kick to the stomach, followed up by a stiff elbow right to the jaw of Dan White. With White down, Legion sets up a chair in the corner, propping it between the middle and top rope. He lifts Dan up, and attempts to toss him into the chair. Dan counters however, and Legion goes right into the chair head first.

Havok: That hurt! Trust me, been there, done that, got the concussion from it!

Harvey: Wait, wait, wait, Stunt bomb! Stunt bomb! It’s over!

Chase: The cover!

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Harvey: It’s over! It’s over! Dan White is the new number one contender! Legion came reeling out of the corner, was caught slipping, and paid for it! Dan White is your new number one… Hey, wait a minute! Havok! Where are you going?

Nicky Page: Here is your winner… Dan…

While Dan gets to his feet to celebrate, Havok sneaks into the ring and waits behind him. Nicky Page quickly exits the ring as Dan turns around, and is hit immediately by the Plan Extraction.

Harvey: Well what the hell is this!?!? What’s he doing?

Chase: Whatever he damn-well pleases, that’s what!

Harvey: But why? Why Dan White?

The fans seem confused with Nathaniel’s actions, as he slips out of the ring, and pulls a table out from under the ring. Sliding it into the ring, Nathaniel slowly makes his way in after. White begins to get to his knees, as Nathaniel props the table up into the corner. He helps White up, gives him a few right hands, and places him up against the table.

Harvey: No, he’s not going to do what I think he’s going to do, is he?

Chase: God, I hope so!

Nathaniel backs up, and darts at White, spearing him right through the table! Nathaniel gets up, looking crazed and out of his mind.

Harvey: What the hell is all of this about?

Legion gets to his feet, and runs over to Nathaniel, patting him on the back and laughing at White. Nathaniel looks at Legion with a smile on his face, and the two begin laughing about the attack. All of the sudden, Nathaniel delivers the Plan Extraction to Legion, much to the delight of the fans. “Cult of Personality” hits on the PA system, as Havok exits the ring, walking backwards up the ramp, and smirking at the carnage he has left in the ring. We the head to commercial break.

We come back from commercial, to see Nathaniel Havok walking backstage. From around the corner, Nathaniel bumps into the APW Xtreme Champion, AC Smith.

Smith: Hey, thanks for softening up White for me. Not like I needed the help, though.

Nathaniel chuckles.

Havok: I didn’t do it for you! I did it to make a statement.

Smith: Oh yeah? And what statement would that be?

Nathaniel smirks, pointing at the Xtreme Championship that AC Smith is lugging around on his shoulder.

Havok: That title, it doesn’t belong to you. I never lost that belt. Therefore, it belongs to me!

Smith: You want it? Try and take it, I dare you.

The two men have a stare-down for a minute, before Nathaniel breaks the uncomfortable silence.

Havok: Believe me, I’m going to take it! And personally, I hope you’re still the champion when I do.

Smith: Oh yeah? And why’s that?

Havok: So I can show the world that you’re nothing more than a giant steroid cycle. Nothing more, nothing less. That belt, it’s mine.

The stare-down continues momentarily, before Nathaniel chuckles and walks away. The scene fades back to ringside…

We come back from commercial break to find "Simply Put" Johnny Rebel digging through the complimentary food table somewhere in the locker room. He shoves a few muffins and bagels in his side pocket before he's startled by the voice of the APW Undisputed Champion, Terry Marvin.

Marvin: I'm pretty sure they'd make you a to-go box if you'd ask nicely!

"Showtime" snickers at his own comments, throwing his APW Undisputed Championship over his shoulder, and extending his right hand to Rebel, who cautiously returns his own.

Rebel: What are you doing here? I thought you were traded to Asylum?

Marvin: They can't get rid of me that easily! I'm making my rounds and saying goodbye to the good folks of Overdrive. I've got a lot of fond memories on this brand and the people deserve a proper send-off for their hero!

Rebel: Well, it's been a pleasure. I wish there were more people like Terry Marvin running around this place. The locker room seems kind of barren these days... the "golden age" of APW is slowly becoming extinct. Kurt Noble, Sally Talfourd, Chris Hart... and now Terry Marvin, gone! Sooner or later, we're going to have Buckson Gooch carrying around his slop bucket and the APW World Heavyweight Championship!

Marvin: Don't be so hasty, my friend. While I know it'll be difficult to imagine Overdrive without "The Real Show" but you know what they say - the show must go on! Besides, tonight is a night of nostalgia for all of us... Johnny Rebel vs. C.J. Gates! I'd love nothing more than to see you rip his arms off and beat him with them. The *only* regret I have in leaving this place is I won't have Gates around to my own personal punching bag any longer.

Rebel: Well, you know things have been difficult lately for me. I had everything planned... I was going to ride off in to the sunset and finally enjoy the retirement that I earned after many years in the ring! That plan hit a little snafu, and I'm here this evening to collect my check and throw together a mini-breakfast for the morning!

"Simply Put" holds up a loaf of bread and slides it underneath the ride side of his jacket, ridden with holes, and snickers towards Terry.

Marvin: That's the most pathetic thing I've seen today... and I've already been past Biggs' locker room! Tell you what, I've got a little extra cash hanging around from my Survive & Conquer win. You run C.J. Gates through the ringer this evening and there might be a little "bonus" waiting for you after the match.

Johnny cocks his head sideways for a moment, leaning in to Gates, talking in a slow whisper.

Rebel: You mean to tell me you're putting a hit on C.J. Gates?

Terry Marvin puts his hands up towards Rebel, with both palms outstretched, shaking his head.

Marvin: Whoa, nobody said anything about a bounty! Consider it a business proposition. It's one friend helping another in a time of need. I've never had any issues with you, Rebel, despite going nose-to-nose on a few occasions in that ring. However, we share a common enemy in C.J. Gates. I don't like him... you don't like him. I'm not even sure he likes himself at the moment! You work him over a little bit, and you're doing us both a favor. Sound like it might be worth your while?

Rebel ponders Marvin's proposal for a few moments before shaking his head in agreement.

Rebel: I'll do anything for a few extra bucks... you've got yourself a deal. Win or lose, Gates won't be leaving here under his own power tonight!

The two embrace for a second, which causes a handful of bagels to fall out from underneath Rebel's jacket, and roll away, which in turn sends Johnny scattering after them. Marvin laughs, snapping his fingers as his attendants follow closely behind. We head to commercial break.

[T-Marv]

When we come back from commercial break, the ring is cleared but for Felipe DeLoren and his two lovely assistants The LeWinter Sisters, Viola and Kiki. In high spirits, they have a little bit of house-keeping that needs to be done while the night is still young and that involves meeting a special somebody. With a microphone in hand, Felipe stars the show.

Felipe DeLoren: Now now ladies and gentlemen, settle down. We have much to discuss this evening and I'd rather you people didn't distract us from the true nature and purpose of the evening. So with that, I'd like to ask for the immediate presence of our newest roster member and indeed, the champion himself, Michael Callahan himself!

”Hellraiser” by Ozzy Osbourne hits the speakers and without further delay, Michael Callahan struts out of the curtain suited and booted with the world heavyweight championship slung over his shoulder. This isn't the Callahan we're used to seeing either. Normally, The American Hero is polished and put together to perfection but tonight his shirt is undocked, his top button is open and he's not even wearing a tie. Add to this the pair of aviator shades he's wearing and it becomes clear that Callahan has taken a crash course in cutting loose.

When he finally arrives in the ring, he cocks the shades atop his head and shakes the hand of Felipe and kisses the backs of the hands of both LeWinter Sisters, smooth as you like.

Felipe DeLoren: Thank you for coming tonight Michael. As always, it's a privilege to speak to such a distinguished young man with such a bright future in the ring.

Michael Callahan: The privilege is ALL mine. Sharing a ring with one of wrestling's most ambitious promoting minds is TRULY an honour.

The crowd do not appreciate the circle-jerking of these two notorious villains and jeer and heckle them in response. One guy even shouts out “CALLAHAN YOU BROWN NOSER!” at the top of his voice, but he goes ignored.

Felipe DeLoren: Well I'm glad we're in agreement then.

There's a brief pause as DeLoren clears his throat. Laying his cards on the table, Felipe starts to approach Callahan with an offer he can't refuse.

Felipe DeLoren: Now the reason I've asked you out here is because as the executive of The Sindicate, I can tell you with total certainty that our organisation sees a lot in you. We recognise your immense talents, abilities, your unique skill sets, your passions and your drives for this business and we feel like when we look at you we couldn't be blamed for thinking we were looking into a mirror.

Michael Callahan: Thank you Mr. DeLoren.

Felipe DeLoren: Don't thank me, thank yourself for your magnificent performances on Asylum and either genetics or your chosen deity for giving you the gifts you've been blessed with. These are the gifts that are identified in the kind of men that dominate this industry with their empires, the true legends of the business. However, these bright stars can burn out if not given the right direction. We at The Sindicate, we want to offer you the opportunity to be taken under the wings of Level One, of Terry Marvin and be fast-tracked to immortality.

The crowd continue to heckle their complimentary nature of one another but they no-sell it, too busy basking in their own excellence to pay attention.

Felipe DeLoren: HOWEVER. There is a catch. Your time is coming, but it is not right now. We are currently in the fighting primes of the prior mentioned legends and they still have some mileage left in them before they decide to move onto other things, so it's important to us that they be given every chance to shine in the dying embers of their careers before making way to give you the same kind of treatment.

Hearing talks of Sindicate's boys being given the chance to run rampant doesn't sit well with the crowd, but it surprisingly doesn't seem to phase Callahan who listens with both an open heart and an open mind.

Felipe DeLoren: You being the world heavyweight champion interferes with that. If you want to ride the fast track to becoming a legend, all we would ask of you is for you to surrender your championship to Level One. In doing so, we'd pledge our full support in backing your campaign for taking any other championship you want and would watch out for you at all times. A must, given how dangerous this place has become. We know it's a big ask, but the value of what we're offering you, a sure-fire road to greatness once Level One hangs up his boots is more than enough. It's just not your time right now.

Felipe reaches out to receive Callahan's title as he awaits his response. Callahan takes the belt from his shoulder and holds it in front of him in both hands, looking at it and then looking at a smiling Felipe.

Felipe DeLoren: So. What do you say?

Michael Callahan: I'm incredibly humbled by the generosity that you're exhibiting by inviting me to join your ranks. I feel that you've made an incredibly reasonable offer.

Callahan pauses.

Michael Callahan: But I'm going to have to decline.

Our survey says that was the right answer. The crowd are absolutely delighted to see Felipe being told no.

Michael Callahan: Y'see, my road to conquest on Asylum was a rocky one but it was one that I walked alone. I never wanted anyone's help to win championships or matches, nor did I ever need it, and for me to give up my belt to Level One now would be a slap in the face to the fifteen months of hard work I've put in so far. I've made my own way to this dance and until someone can beat me and press my shoulders to the mat for the three or make me tap? I won't be giving up this belt, no matter what the cost. And while I will agree that now is the era of Terry and Level One, I refuse to agree that now is not my time. If it wasn't, I wouldn't be standing here before you holding this, the greatest prize in our sport!

He holds it high in the air for all to see, the crowd whooping up into a frenzy at the sight of the gold. Callahan smirks but DeLoren clearly isn't quite so impressed.

Felipe DeLoren: You should take a moment to consider this Michael. If you join our ranks, you'll be living in the lap of luxury for the rest of your career. Limousines, private jets, all the best parties, you'll be an icon just like you want to be. And with all that exposure to celebrities and the social status that comes with joining The Sindicate? That'll have a knock-on effect on your political ambitions too. If nothing else, we're good people. Myself, Level One and Terry Marvin are all great people, and let's just say that I have it... on authority, that the LeWinter sisters are very keen to get to know you better.

On either side, the LeWinter sisters advance upon him and slither underneath his arms. Massaging his biceps and face with their skilled hands, Callahan tugs tensely at his collar under the heat applied. He reluctantly pushes the two girls away gently, taking a step forward towards DeLoren.

Michael Callahan: I'm flattered, truly, but I'm afraid my decision stands. If Level One wishes for an opportunity to face me for the belt, I will be honoured to defend against him. And if he's in his prime like you say he is? He shouldn't have a problem taking it from me. Simply handing it over however is not an option.

Felipe seems visibly angry at Callahan's continued refusals, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists but attempting to retain some sort of composure in the face of the smirking American Hero.

Felipe DeLoren: Overdrive is not the same place Asylum was Michael. Here, nutcases like Jason Kash are the regular and we're a weekly show, not every fortnight. You'll be doubling the risk of getting hurt by virtue of the people here and doubling your risk again on the regularity of which you'll be here. All alone without anyone to back you up? You might just get “snapped up” by the bigger fish in this pond if you don't have someone watching out for you.

Callahan slips the sunglasses off his head and hooks them into the breast pocket of his blazer jacket as he steps up to Felipe, going nose to nose with The Sindicate mastermind as the smirk falls from his face.

Michael Callahan: I'm going to assume you don't mean to sound like you're threatening me with that statement Felipe, because I don't take too kindly to threats. But I didn't become the champion who ducks threats and defences. I RELISH the opportunity to prove to people why they don't deserve to hold my championship. I SAVOUR the chance to leave it all on the line to bring esteem and respect back to the smudged reputation of this belt. I am a fighting champion, and if I can handle some of Asylum's most notorious? I can do it on Overdrive too. I say bring it on!

There's a pause when Felipe ponders his next move. Callahan expects him to take a swing, but before it can come to fruition he takes a step back and beckons the LeWinter sisters to join him.

Felipe DeLoren: Well, ladies. It appears that Mr. Callahan has made his mind up. Let's just hope that it does not come back to bite him on the backside. Take good care of yourself Mr. Callahan. We'll be watching you very, VERY closely.

And with that, “Power” by Kanye hits the speakers and the trio leave together as we cut to backstage.


We go backstage to see Shane West with microphone in hand.

West: “Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to introduce the APW Xtreme Champion...the Big Apple Asskicker, A.C. Smith!!!”

Smith walks into the frame to raucous applause with the Xtreme title belt over his shoulder.

West: “A.C., you prevailed at Rasslemania, and tonight, you're going up against Buckson Gooch and Shadow in tag team action. Your partner, though, is Evan Envi, a guy you've had your share of problems with. What are you expecting tonight?”

West points the microphone at Smith, and A.C. opens his mouth, but we suddenly hear a voice off-screen.

Voice: “Hold it.”

The crowd roars in a mixed reaction as Evan Envi steps onto screen-- a curly-haired bleached blonde at his side. Both of them smirk up at Smith, but Evan turns to West.

Evan: You're talking to the GREATEST tag team in wrestling history. Evan Envi and A.C. Smith... The dynamic duo... The undefeated union...

Evan smirks and slides his arm around Smith's shoulders.

Evan: The writers of history.

Smith is not amused, and rolls his eyes and he glances down at the Overdrive Champion.

A.C.: “Tell me something. Tonight, when I go out there against Buckson Gooch and Shadow, am I teaming with Evan HARRISON, or am I teaming with Evan ENVI?

Evan HARRISON, I can work with. Evan ENVI would have his night ended by me knocking his teeth down his throat.

Hypothetically speaking, of course.”

The crowd roars again, this time for Smith's comment. Evan takes a step back and sighs.

Evan: You're getting me. And... I wanna introduce you to someone. Our valet for the evening. Miss Jennifer Knite...

The crowd boos uproariously as Jenny smiles up at Smith and extends her hand. Evan smiles at Smith, expectantly-- perhaps hopefully.

A.C.: “I vividly recall a situation just like this a couple of years ago. And you, me, and Miss Parker all know how that ended.”

A portion of the crowd familiar with Smith and Parker's “Al Bundy-Marcy Darcy”-like relationship laughs, although Knite is unfazed and still standing with her hand out.

A.C.: “Miss Knite, it's nice to meet you. With a name like that, I imagine you're going to hear a ton of jokes about your occupation, but I'll refrain for the time being, since Evan here is apparently in his nice phase.”

Smith shakes Knite's hand, but locks eyes with Envi the entire time.

A.C.: “Evan, I just hope your head is really in the right place out there tonight.”

Evan: Is that even a question? Look at th-- Jenny, show him.

Jenny steps out of frame, returning only a second later with a duffel bag that apparently belongs to Evan. She reaches inside, and retrieves the Overdrive Championship. Evan leans in, planting a quick peck on the face of the championship before backing away and sighing, delighted.

Evan: I inherited the ring at Rasslemania. Just like I said. You're in good hands, Officer. You know this, maaan!

A.C.: “I hope you're right. Because if anything happens, anything at all...your fault, my fault, nobody's fault...I've brought along some reinforcements.”

Voice: “HELLOOOOOOOOOO, GORGEOUS!”

Evan's jaw drops, and Jenny suddenly looks repulsed as Bobby the Bavarian Man-Bitch and Stevie the Slovakian Slobberknocker enter the frame.

A.C.: “Do I make myself clear, Evan?”

Evan looks at the two, his mouth still slightly agape. He closes his mouth, and for a brief second he looks cross-- but it's quickly extinguished as he rolls his eyes toward Smith.

Evan: You don't trust me.

A.C.: “I trust one person. You're talking to him. You want me to trust you? Go out there and earn it, Harrison.”

Smith walks out of the camera shot, and Harrison follows shortly after, leaving Jenny with Bobby and Stevie. The beautiful woman shoots glances at both men.

Jenny: “Don't even THINK about it.”

She leaves, partially disgusted as Bobby and Stevie check her out from behind as we cut back to ringside.

Amy Zing vs. Michael Lively

Harvey: And now we have two competitors where the only similarities are their in-ring styles and their love to win! Amy Zing, who's been tearing up the circuit on Meltdown brings to the table some skull-crushing martial arts strikes and dazzling high-flying while Lively, ever the entertainer brings wild street fighting and top rope kodak moments that have to be seen to be believed. Who will come out on top in this battle?

Chase: I don't know, but I know that Amy Zing is still feeling the effects of a brutal match with Robina Hood this past Monday on her final Meltdown and Lively is the type of person who would and has killed his own mother with a broken lawn chair to get what he wanted. If anyone is above taking advantage of a situation, it's not Michael Lively.

The bell rings and the two fly out of the gate and straight into a collar and elbow but Lively yanks Amy forward and off-balance into a lifting knee to the face to send her staggering back into the ropes. He whips her across the ring and then goes to catch her with a dropkick but Amy baseball slides underneath the air-borne Lively who lands flat on his back having hit nothing. Amy picks herself up rapido and runs to the ropes, springboarding off the second rope and onto Lively with a hurricanrana that flips Lively over and sends him staggering up again on the bounce into the corner. Amy then sprints to Lively and blasts him square in the jaw with a Yakuza Kick straight to the head of Lively in the corner, making him slump down to a seated and vulnerable position.

Harvey: Oh my God! Did you hear that snap off the kick from Amy Zing?! I think Michael Lively might've just had his jaw broken!

Chase: Yeesh, you're telling me. I've never cringed at something so hot before!

Lively is dazed and confused in the corner and Amy decides what better thing to do than to capitalise. She takes steps back towards the opposite turnbuckle and smiles to the crowd as she gets them amped up for something big. Her furious feet carve burning trails on the mat as she sprints across the ring, looking for something big but only for Lively to lunge up to his feet and follow through with an earth-shattering right hand that cracks Amy straight on the chin that she practically runs into for extra impact. Amy collapses like a bag of potatoes to the mat and Lively, satisfied with his wild lunge success cockily plants a boot on her chest and goes for the pin much to the fans disapproval.

Chase: Jesus Christ! Shades of another Mike there with that knockout shot that Zing ran into like a dope! Brilliant counter from our personal Jesus!

Harvey: Zing got a little bit ahead of herself here and it may well cost her in a big way as Michael Lively makes the cover but in such an arrogant, disrespectful way that it makes you hope she kicks out.

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Harvey: And Zing fights to get the shoulder up! But you can see now in her face she may have been knocked out thanks to that punch!

Lively drags Zing to her feet, having to help stabilise her a little bit so she doesn't fall back down again before going to work with a series of rapid fire right jabs straight to the face. Amy sucks it up and takes them but is too out of it to throw back as her head gets rocked back and forth by Lively's bare knuckle barrage. He then grabs Amy by the head and hits a massive flying knee to the face which once again puts Zing back on the mat, and the crowd start heckling Lively as he takes control of the match. Lively scales the top rope with some dazzling intentions in mind as Amy lies motionless on the ring. Ready to fly, Lively launches himself across the ring with a sternum shattering front flip elbow drop that lands on the money and damn near cracks one of Amy's weakened ribs in the process. Lively goes straight into the cover.

Harvey: Good grief! Most of Lively's offence is bowling shoe ugly, but my God he can pull off some BEAUTIFUL aerial manoeuvres not unlike the kind of things you'd have seen in the London Games on the gymnastics!

Chase: It's a beautiful dichotomy between his stand up game and his high flying, but hell, who are we to criticise? It's effective, it gets the job done and now YES! Our Jesus has the cover!

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Chase: Damn! I thought Lively had it there!

As Zing thrusts an arm up to kick out, Lively quicker than a rat up a drain pipe forms the idea and hooks her kicking out arm and adjusts his body. Soon, he is applying a deadly armbar and in the middle of the ring no less. Although by no means even close to being the heaviest man on the roster, Lively does have a good one hundred pounds on Zing which he uses to weight her down and apply pressure. She squawks and she squirms, but Lively has got it cinched in and it doesn't seem like there's anywhere to go. She can't power her way out and she's no submission specialist so the usual counters don't apply. Instead, she uses her athleticism and flexibility and twists herself onto her belly and rolls Lively up onto his shoulders for a sneaky pin attempt!

Chase: Hahaha! Yes! That'll teach YOU to kick out Amy Zing! Now you're in an armbar with a man who weighs nearly twice as much as you trying to break your arm! You'll tap out soon!

Harvey: Wait a minute, look at Amy use her size as a weapon, countering in a big way! ROLL-UP!

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Harvey: Kickout at two and Lively is still going strong!

Infuriated by Zing's quick thinking, when both opponents arrive to their feet Lively flies out with a number of wild lunges, but the martial arts instincts of Zing kicks in and she dodges and weaves like an absolute pro as Lively simply tires himself out. A big swinging right hook from Lively hits nothing but thin air and leaves him totally off balance for Zing to simply lunge with a side on elbow strike that cracks him clean in the jaw. Nearly sending his legs buckling, Lively twists into a wrist lock and takes him to the turnbuckle for a little rope walk so that she can walk the Silk Road! She crashes onto mat and throws Lively over her, leaving him stunned as he rolls across the ring.

Harvey: Uhoh! Zing is building up a head of steam here and Lively is feeling the effects!

Chase: Come on Michael! Pull it together! The real Jesus Christ would never be taking this crap, and from a chick no less!

Focused and ready, Amy gets up and sizes Lively up as he slowly hauls himself off the ground. He staggers into the general trajectory of Amy who seeks to launch a jaw breaking Fenghuang Kick but Michael Lively at the last second leaps to the side and the kick sails clean past him. It leaves her off balance and off guard for Lively to run up behind her and hit a big-time bulldog, smashing her head against the mat with his all his weight ploughed behind it. Lively resuming control, knows exactly what to do next.

-LIVELY WINS-

Harvey: Lively with a big time bulldog U-turns this exciting match once again and puts him in the position for something big! What will his next move be?

Chase: YES! This match is in the bank!

Lively rolls Amy onto her back and climbs the top rope. Without further delay, he leaps off the top rope for a massive Prelude, a devastating shooting star press leg drop which he targets RIGHT across the throat of the Hong Kong Sensation! He lands like a meteor, a sickening impact that resounds around the arena and it's plain to see from his shot that Amy Zing is cooked. Lively to make sure he's got this hooks the double leg roll up with one arm and holds his free hand up to count with his fingers as the referee makes the count.

Chase: BOOOOOOM HEADSHOT!

Harvey: And that's all she wrote folks! Lively with the cover after that devastating Prelude! It's academic from here folks.

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Winner: Michael Lively

As AFI hits the sound systems, a smug Michael Lively celebrates with a tip of an invisible hat, followed by scarpering before she wakes up and realises what's happened. Happy with his victory on the first show of the new calendar, Michael picks up an important win to set him into good stead on the road to Mayhem.

[T-Marv]

Paige: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome at this time the PRESIDENT of Action Packed Wrestling... HURRICANE JEFF!

The music rings out and PResident Jeff comes out from behind the curtain wearing a suit and holding a microphone. He waves at the fans and smiles to loud cheers. He gets down to the ring and climbs up the stairs before ducking into the ring. He waves at the crowd again before raising up the mic.

President Jeff: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to APW OVERDRIVE, and the first one removed from RASSLEMANIA!

THe crowd pops as Jeff smiles but quickly returns to the mic.

President Jeff: Now, you all know what I'm out here for and I don't want to keep you waiting! As you know, a few weeks ago I fired Johnny Rebel as the GM of Overdrive. So without further ado, it gives me great honor to present his replacement....

Jeff is cut off as "All About the Benjamins" Plays loudly and out walks Alexander Duval, the former GM of Meltdown.

HArvey: WHAT? HOW?

President Jeff: NO NO NO! I don't think so! I fired you remember!

Duvall: Jeff, Jeff, Jeff... I told you I'd be back didn't I? Well HERE I AM! You should have been paying more attention to the papers you signed while you were self indulgently preparing to battle in another Rasslemania.... an event which a President has NO PLACE being in.

The boos ring out as Duvall continues.

Duvall: See, Rebel knew you'd throw the ax at him eventually. Therefore he decided that he'd restructure his contract giving him full power to name his replacement should he be dispatched. And he named ME!

The boos raise up again.

Chase: OH MY GOD! Rebel pulled one over on President Jeff! And Alexander Duvall is our new GM. I may cry out of sheer joy!

As jeff steams, Duvall smiles and holds the microphone up.

Duvall: Oh and one more thing.... i had a little help making this deal stick, so let me introduce you to my associates and financial backers. I think you'll recognize them.

Out to the stage walks The Lewinter Sisters and Felipe DeLoren. THe crowd boos loudly as Jeff screams at them "You Won't Get Away With THis." The four on the stage just laugh and take a bow!

Chase: Wait! Is Duvall aligned with the Sindicate?

Harvey: I'm not sure Johnny, but I DO know that Alexander Duvall is the NEW General Manager of Overdrive and he certainly seems to be in line with the Sindicate. PResident Jeff is one UNHAPPY man!

The four on the stage leave as "All about the Benjamins" plays again. Jeff looks on pissed before leaving the ring as well.

{ADD PLAYS FOR JK BON BONS}

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

A green hue fills the arena as "Writing On the Wall" by the Tea Party begins to play and the fans instantly jump to their feet, cheering loudly. C.J. Gates quickly makes his way out from the back wearing his trademark cowboy hat and his "Go Big or Go Home" T-shirt. He points out to the fans in attendance and smiles before making his way down the ramp, tagging hands with the fans along the side of it. Gates reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope before springing to his feet and climbing the nearest turnbuckle. He points out at the fans one more time before raising his arms in the air to another loud chorus of cheers.

Paige: Introducing first, weighing in at 215 pounds, and hailing from Fargo, North Dakota... CJ Gates!

Harvey: CJ Gates may have his trademark smile on tonight, but you know he's hurting on the inside after Rasslemania IX. CJ failed to recapture the Undisputed Title, and with Terry Marvin on Asylum, may not receive another chance to do so for a while!

Chase: Let CJ sulk like the loser he is...and when he's done sulking, he can get spanked by Michael Callahan or Delikado! Then he can sulk more! It's the CJ Cycle I tell you!

#SIMPLY F'N PUT!



#IT'S TIME TO PRAY THE PRICE!

[The crowd has come unglued in their hatred for Rebel. He gets to the ring and pulls a camera man down to the ground and on all fours as Rebel uses him as a stepping stone to get in the ring. He takes off his robe to reveal his gold tights and tasseled white boots. He poses on the second turnbuckle with both hands held high.]

Paige: And his opponent, weighing in at-

Suddenly, Rebel hops down, and hurls himself at CJ's back! CJ ducks right before impact, and begins to throw punches at Rebel as Paige exits the ring!

Harvey: These two stories rivals can't even wait for the bell!

Chase: Bells are for losers! Johnny Rebel ain't got time for no stinking bell when he doesn't even know where his next meal is coming from!

CJ Gates vs. Johnny Rebel

The bell rings as CJ Gates continues his furious onslaught of punches to Rebel in the corner, each shot showing more, and more aggression as he begins to vary it up with kick and wide forearms! CJ then begins to hit Rebel with some hard knees, causing the former Overdrive GM to widen his eyes as the breath leaves his body! He kneels over, and the referee drags CJ away! He begins to complain to CJ, but CJ instead lightly moves him as Rebel looks to charge them both, and dropkicks Rebel right back into the corner! Rebel stumbles forward, a dazed look across his face, but is downed by an Enziguri!

Harvey: Jesus Christ that was loud! We’re so used to seeing Rebel be the aggressor during these Rebel vs. Gates matches that it’s a surprise to see CJ rocket out of the barrel so quickly!

Chase: Johnny Rebel was just trying to get this match going, and CJ took advantage of him! The man is PPOR for God’s sake; give him the first show, you oppressive scum!

Rebel lifts himself up, but is a quick victim of a flying clothesline from the much nimbler CJ. Without giving him so much as a moment’s notice, CJ back up, and drops a huge legdrop on Rebel! Rebel crawls over to the ropes, yelling “time out!,” but CJ doesn’t abide; instead, he kicks Rebel in the stomach repeatedly. He Irish Whips Rebel, but Rebel reverses, and kicks CJ HARD in the lower stomach off the rebound! CJ stumbles into the ropes as Rebel takes a moment to stop his head from spinning, before charging CJ…who sends him high over the ropes! Rebel SLAMS against the mats hard!

Harvey: I can’t help but feel we’re getting a little more aggression from CJ than normal; we’re used to seeing CJ being the most level-headed guy on Overdrive, but he just seems a bit angrier tonight, you know?

Chase: He just got pounded by Terry Marvin…AGAIN…in his second Rasslemania headliner in a row. If I were him, I’d be thinking about taking a chunk out of Rebel’s face…before the poor hungry man does it first!

CJ runs against the ropes, rebounds, and goes for a baseball slide, but Rebel sidesteps. CJ slides out, and when he turns, is lifted by CJ…and dropped face first into the steel post! Rebel leans against the apron, barely holding himself up from CJ’s onslaught, before lifting up CJ, and slamming him into the announcer’s table! He then grabs CJ, and throws him in the ring, before…

Chase: Jesus, Rebel even smells bad!

Rebel stops, turning back to Chase with an irate look across his face. “What did you say, peon!?!” he yells as Chase, who ducks under the table!

Harvey: Seems my colleague has taken a post Rasslemania vacation…

Rebel shakes his head, and gets back on the apron…but the distraction gives CJ enough time to springboard off, nailing Rebel off with a springboard dropkick! CJ waits for Rebel get halfway up, before getting on the turnbuckle, positioning himself for the Gatecrasher (Spiral Tap) to the outside…but Rebel drops to his hands and knees the second he sees CJ about to move! In a split second, CJ switches his footing, hopping off the turnbuckle, and uses Rebel’s back as a step!! Rebel goes down, howling in pain as the crowd breaks into a chant…

CJ!

CJ!

CJ!

Harvey: I think your little distraction gave CJ enough time to show off some real gymnastic skills there. Rebel’s back has got to be like gelatin right now!

Chase: Gelatin bounces when you poke it. Rebel’s back just crunched; better thank Obama for that healthcare!

CJ grabs Rebel, and tries to lift him up, but Rebel delivers a few shots to CJ’s gut! He pushes the former Undisputed Champion away, but CJ charges in…but this time, Rebel lifts up CJ for a spinebuster, and drops him square on the steel steps nearby!!! CJ’s back crunches, and he rolls off in pain! Rebel takes a small break, before lifting up CJ, and dropping him with a snap suplex onto the mats! Rebel then lifts up CJ again, and with one gut-crushing move, drops him with a gut-wrench powerbomb onto the mats! Rebel sneers at CJ’s broken position on the mats…before throwing him on the stairs! Rebel then says “Get this shot!” to the camera man, before moving back into the ring. Rebel gets on the turnbuckle, facing CJ on the outside, with the ringpost separating them. He positions himself, jumps…and CRASHES against the steel stairs butt-first with a Chicago Crux (Top Ripe Legdrop) as CJ moves!!!

Chase: Holy shit on a shit sandwich! He just broke Rebel’s ass!

Harvey: That was a risk-all kind of move, and I’m not sure it paid off for Johnny Rebel!

Chase: He needed the kind of shot that he could sell to the tabloids and wrestling sites…maybe now he can submit that to Jackass?

Rebel’s eyes have not closed since his butt-breaking jump, and he holds his posterior in immense pain. CJ staggers up, grabs Rebel, and throws him back into the ring. CJ, while on the apron, springboards himself into the ring…going for a 450 splash! However, Rebel is barely above roll away, and CJ crashes onto the mats!

Harvey: This time it’s CJ crashing! This is the exact same way CJ Gates ended their 2011 Test for the Best Match-up, but it didn’t work here for CJ!

Chase: Same old CJ using the same old tricks! Like, does he even lift?

Both men take a rather long time to recover, but CJ is up first; he runs against the ropes, only to receive a high knee from Rebel for his efforts! CJ crawls into the corner, and Rebel follows up with a huge amount of punches that keep CJ down and out! Rebel begins to stomp him, but the referee pulls him away…before Rebel yells “You used to work for me peasant!” The referee shakes his head, and Rebek rolls out of the ring. He pulls CJ’s head under the bottom rope, and drives his elbow straight into CJ’s head! He then backs up, pulls CJ’s head back… and delivers a huge kick to CJ’s head! CJ writhes in pain, but Rebel isn’t done. He gets on the apron, and this time, connects with a leg drop on CJ’s neck!

CJ rolls out of the ring as Rebel grabs his ass in pain, but the pain is only temporary…for Rebel. Rebel grabs CJ, lifts him up in a bearhug…and then slams him into the ring post, hurting both his back and neck! CJ grits his teeth in immense pain, and Rebel squeezes even harder! He then throws CJ down harshly, and Irish Whips CJ so hard into the stairs that they fall over! Rebel grins a vengeful grin as he lifts up CJ, throws him into the ring, and then waits for CJ to barely pull himself up…before dropping CJ with a modified shoulder-breaker, not holding CJ’s head with the move, dropping him straight on his head! Rebel pins…

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Kickout by CJ Gates!

Harvey: First pin-fall of the match, and one pulled straight from Rebel’s old bag of tricks! That’s the one that nearly won him the Undisputed Championship at last year’s Rasslemania; CJ Gates barely stopped the pinfall after Kurt Noble as dropped with this move!

Chase: Maybe he can send CJ Gates out the door with Noble as well!

Rebel lifts up CJ, but CJ groggily throws some fists in protest! However, Rebel hits him with a hard knee to silence him, and follows up with a hard side suplex! Rebel climbs on top of CJ, and the punches begin! CJ can barely protect himself as Rebel’s aggression mounts, each shot getting more and more vicious! He then grabs CJ, and begins to bang his head over and over on the canvas! He lifts yp CJ, and positions him for the Putdown (Pedigree), but CJ swings out, kicks Rebel, and drops him with the Stamp of Approval (Double Arm DDT)! Both men are down, with neither being quite able to move for a moment. Rebel crawls to the corner as CJ gets to his feet; CJ charges, but Rebel boots him, before dropping CJ with a hard bit boot right to the back of the neck! Rebel positions CJ, and takes to the turnbuckle! “It’s gonna work this time!” he yells, but as he tries to get his footing, CJ pushes himself up, and with a burst of strength, throws himself against the ropes! Rebel nearly falls, instead falling on his groin! CJ then grabs Rebel’s legs, and positions them outside the ropes…before grabbing Rebel, and hitting him with the Market Crash (Shoulder Jawbreaker)!!! However, because of his legs, Rebel stays on the top turnbuckle!

Harvey: CJ Gates has positioned Rebel so he CAN’T come off the top after that move! That has got to be putting serious pressure on Johnny Rebel’s neck!

Chase: And his stock! Get out of there Johnny!

Rebel simply hangs on the top turnbuckle, his eyes dazed and distant. Suddenly, CJ gets up…and nails the EXACT same move on the Rebel again! This time, Rebel’s body-weight becomes too much, and he falls to the ring! CJ is barely able to drag him to the center, and pin him…

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KICKOUT by Johnny Rebel!

Harvey: WOW! Johnny Rebel had to dig deep for that one!

Chase: Maybe he was digging CJ’s grave after a move like that! Get him and his millions Johnny!

CJ looks round, as if planning his next move. He goes to the turnbuckle himself, getting a huge cheer from the crowd. He takes to the top, and after positioning himself, spins, coming off with the Gatecrasher again…but Rebel’s legs being lifted causes CJ to crash! He holds his back in immense pain as both men are down! CJ and Rebel barely pulls themselves up, and Rebel kicks CJ in the stomach before hitting a desperate Putdown on CJ!! He pins!

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Kickout by CJ Gates!

Harvey: That never say die attitude is living it up tonight a CJ refuses to be handed a loss to his old archrival here tonight!

Chase: It’s not gonna be handed to him; it’s gonna be forced on him like an unwanted sexual disease!

Harvey: Can you go back under the table?

Both men are groggy, barely able to continue at this point. However, Rebel finds the strength. He lifts himself up, and positions CJ for yet another Putdown! However, CJ spins out, and goes for another Market Crash! Rebel pushes him away, and goes for a high knee…but CJ slides under him! As Rebel tries to turn, he’s blasted with a neckbreaker! CJ then takes to the turnbuckle, and positions himself on the very top as Rebel gets up! CJ jumps for a crossbody, but Rebel catches him, goes down, and turns the move into a small package with the tights! He holds…

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Winner: Johnny Rebel

Paige: Here is your winner… Johnny Rebel!

After a hard fought match, both men are down on the ground, licking their wounds. Rebel is the first to get up to his feet as the crowd immediately lets out their disdain for the former Overdrive general manager, when suddenly a sadistic smile comes over the face of Rebel.

Harvey: What's he doing, Johnny? There is something about him that doesn't look right!

Chase: I think it's years of frustration, finally starting to bubble over, and I couldn't be more thrilled!

Rebel dips through the middle ropes to the outside and suddenly disappears underneath the ring. He reemerges after a few seconds with some kind of cable in his hands, and he tosses it in the ring. He follows suit by rolling underneath the bottom rope and sets his sights on the former Undisputed Champion. He stalks him, with the cable unraveled in his hands, and wraps it around C.J's neck. He pulls tightly on the reigns, choking his opponent, stopping only long enough to elbow the referee in the side of the head and render him unconscious.

Harvey: Somebody stop this! Johnny Rebel's out of control! He's snapped and there isn't anybody in the ring to stop him!

Chase: Hey, Marvin offered him some cash to take Gates out earlier in the evening. He's collecting, Darren!

Rebel drags Gates across the ring, with the cable still wrapped around his throat, before heaving him forward and over the top rope, essentially hanging Gates over the ropes by his neck. Gates fights desperately but is unable to break loose and slowly begins to lose consciousness. When suddenly, the crowd erupts as host of referees and security come sprinting down the aisle-way, and in to the ring, tackling Johnny Rebel, which in turn forces him to drop Gates. The guards pull off Rebel trying to protect Gates as C.J lands hard on the outside as a gang of security start to secure Rebel and lead him up the ramp in handcuffs. Refs go over to check on CJ as they call over some more EMTS to check on him, as Overdrive heads to commercial, with a close-up of a scruffy and unkept Johnny Rebel laughing uncontrollably.

[T-Marv]

The bell sounds, signaling the start of a new match.

Nicky Paige: The following bout is a TAG TEAM MATCH scheduled for one fall!

The twangy strums of "Four Rusted Horses" starts and Buckson Gooch walks out, he looks around and soaks in the cheers.

Paige: Introducing first, from Possumgrape, Arkansas, weighing in at three hundred and forty-five pounds... BUCKSON GOOOOOCH!

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

The screen goes dark for a moment as the crowd goes quiet. Suddenly Cristina's voice is heard screaming:

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

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

Nicky Paige: And his tag team partner, from Denton, Texas. Standing at six foot eleven, weighing in at two hundred and ninety nine pounds, Shadow!

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

Harvey: These two have been getting along well all week and could prove to be a force to be reckoned with! Gooch hates Smith. Shadow hates Evan. Things could go south in a hurry for Envi and Smith!

Chase: Yeah, but Evan Envi and A.C. Smith are undefeated in tag team action!

Harvey: But they've never had to be tag team partners in APW. This is a whole new ball game.

”When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide
Where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride
Till I get to the bottom and I see you AGAIN...!"

Multi-colored lights dance all across the arena as the opening riffs of "Helter Skelter" blast through the PA system. After a few seconds, Jennifer Knite emerges from the back to a chorus of boos from the audience. She stops at the top of the ramp with the APW Overdrive Championship on her shoulder.

Harvey: Well, that's not Evan.

Chase: No-- it's his gorgeous valet, Jenny!

Within seconds, Evan Envi emerges from the back, dressed in a white jacket with the name "ENVI" emblazoned across the back in blood-red, shimmering cursive. He looks out into the legions of fans, which seem uncertain on how to receive him, though the majority stick to what they know-- a chorus of boos. Evan smirks and Jenny hands him his Overdrive Championship. He confidently makes his way down to the ring with her right behind.

Paige: And their opponents! FIRST, from Baltimore, Maryland, weighing in at two hundred and twelve pounds, accompanied to the ring by Jenny Knite, he is the NEWWWWW APW Overdrive Champion-- The "MegaMegaStar", EVANNNN ENVIIII!

Evan, with a running start, hops up onto the apron on one-knee and slides across with a sickening grin on his face before hopping up to stand atop the turnbuckles, screaming out to the jeering fans, Overdrive Title high above his head! The "Mega Mega Star" finally hops down into the ring and hands the ring jacket to the referee, scolding him to be careful with it. He casts an uneasy look at Gooch and Shadow before he slides back out of the ring, handing his title to Jenny Knite, speaking to her in whispers, until...

Paige: And introducing his tag team partner!

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

“ALL OF THE LIGHTS”

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

Paige: From New York City! Weighing two hundred and seventy-five pounds... He is the APW Xtreme Champion, THE BIG APPLE ASSKICKER, A.C. SMIIIIIIIIIIIIITH!

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

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

Smith soaks in the admiration as he pauses just for a moment at the ringside steps. However, the multiple-time world champion quickly pops up to the apron, runs to the opposite turnbuckle, and poses atop it to more cheers from the crowd, removing the belt from his waist and raising it high. After a few seconds, Smith pivots and jumps down to the ring, where he begins to loosen up for his upcoming match, giving Evan Envi and Jenny Knite a look that clearly shows concern, and perhaps discomfort-- but gives Buckson Gooch a look that suggests spite.

Harvey: THIS is gonna be explosive.

Tag Team Match
A.C. Smith (c) & Evan Envi (c) vs Buckson Gooch & Shadow

The bell sounds to Panama City’s delight. Buckson Gooch and A.C. Smith start off in their respective corners and the crowd grows loud as the two meet in the center of the ring. Gooch angrily says something to Smith, and Smith responds with a shrug. Gooch pushes him back-- and Smith immediately follows up with a forearm, smashing it into the bridge of his nose! Gooch teeters and Smith strikes him with clubbing blows until he’s backed up into the ropes, but Gooch uses his sheer power to shove Smith to the ground and run forward as he’s sitting up, driving a knee into his jaw! Gooch drops to his knees beside Smith, watching as he climbs up, and catches him with a hard kidney shot! Smith groans and falls against the ropes.

Harvey: These two aren’t on the friendliest of terms after some comments Smith made this past week in reference to Gooch!

Chase: All of which, by the way, were CORRECT! I’m glad Smith grew some hair on his chest and said something!

Harvey: I think the whole thing was a misunderstanding and-- ouch! Huge European Uppercut by Buckson Gooch, and he’s pummeling the Xtreme Champion in that corner! A.C. Smith is being taken to the woodshed!

Chase: Hah, THAT’S not a misunderstanding!

The crowd roars behind Gooch and he backs away from the corner, sizing up Smith and then goes to charge him with a Running Body Splash, but A.C. Smith is able to swiftly get out of the way, shooting the ropes, to come back and hit a Running Lariat on the bigger man... And Gooch teeters, but doesn’t fall. Smith runs across the ring and hits the ropes again, coming back for a second Lariat, but again, Gooch isn’t taken off of his feet. Gooch shakes off the pain and hits a bell-clap! Smith grunts in pain and frustration, throwing a hand up to one of his ears, allowing Gooch to swing, catching him with a haymaker right under the chin! Smith is taken to the ground!

Harvey: I have NEVER seen anything like this before, in the twelve months that A.C. Smith has been on the Overdrive roster!

Jenny Knite is kneeling on the apron, holding a gentle conversation with Evan Envi, still holding his Overdrive Championship as if it were her own.

Chase: Have you ever seen anything like Jenny Knite before? My goodness... How could Mark Mania call something that looks like that evil?

Harvey: It’s not hard when you look at what she’s done to help completely ruin Mania’s life. Buckson Gooch is going for a huge Gutwrench here!

Gooch goes for a Gutwrench Suplex, but Smith powers out of it with hard elbows and then drops Gooch with a hard right hand that earns a scolding from the referee, finally upset with the closed fists! The crowd cheers as Smith grabs Gooch while he climbs up to his hands and knees, in what looks like a Dragon Sleeper, forcing him up only to drop him back, suspended across his knee, raising a fist in the air!

Chase: Oh God. It’s time for some police brutality...

The crowd chants along, ”ONE... TWO... THREE!” as Smith drives his forearm into Gooch’s chest and then then drives him to the canvas with an elbow smash to the heart! He makes the cover!

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Harvey: Kickout!

Gooch shoves Smith away as the Xtreme Champion tries to bring him to his feet, but Smith nails a Sidewalk Slam that shakes the ring! Smith sits up and stares at Evan Envi, who is calmly holding out his palm, a smug look on his face. Smith stands up, giving Evan a confused look for a moment before shrugging and walking over to tag him in! Evan enters to a mixed reaction from the crowd and Jenny immediately begins to holler and applaud from the outside. Evan waits for Gooch to climb to his knees-- and blasts him with a roundhouse kick to the temple! He holds both arms up, shouting ”WOOOOHOOHOO!” before shooting the ropes and returning with a Running Shooting Star Press! He covers Gooch lazily, winking into the camera as he does so.

Harvey: Talk about arrogance...

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With authority, Gooch shoves Evan off! Evan rolls away, but calmly gets back up with a smirk. He waits for Gooch to get to a standing position before he charges the turnbuckles, scaling to the top and comes back for a Twisting Cross Body-- but Gooch captures him! Evan squirms and Jenny shrieks in terror on the outside! Gooch nails a Powerslam! Evan groggily gets to his feet, but Gooch has already tagged in Shadow! The crowd roars and Evan turns around-- eyes widening when he realizes his opponent. Shadow grins at Evan Envi and Evan immediately begins backing toward his corner. He slaps A.C. Smith’s chest and exits the ring, earning boos from the audience.

Harvey: I guess Evan wants no parts of Shadow. Shadow’s been waiting all year to get his hands on the Overdrive Champion!

Chase: That tag isn’t stopping him...

Shadow grabs Evan Envi through the ropes. Again, Jenny Knite shrieks, but Shadow has dragged Evan halfway back inside before he’s taken down with a SPEAR out of nowhere from the Big Apple Asskicker! Shadow is driven into the canvas and Smith yanks him up, Irish Whipping him across the ring and nailing a Samoan Drop! Both men are back up to their feet, with Shadow still groggy. Smith rushes him into the ropes and Irish Whips him once more. This time, he hunches down for the Back Body Drop-- but Shadow is able to slow himself down to a stop! He goes for a toe kick right to Smith’s face...

...But Smith is able to stand upright, avoiding it by inches! He isn’t able to block a huge elbow to the jaw, however, or the Chokeslam that follows!

Harvey: CHOKESLAM OUT OF NOWHERE!

Chase: What?!

Shadow immediately drops down to cover A.C. Smith who is stunned from the sudden high-impact maneuver. He hooks the far leg!

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THR--!

Evan Envi runs into the ring, driving a boot into Shadow’s head to break up the pin-- and Shadow is on him immediately, tackling Evan to the ground! Evan holds the back of his head in pain, but quickly covers up as Shadow mounts him and begins to drive forearms into his skull! The referee yells for Shadow to stop, but to no avail! Finally, he is grabbed by A.C. Smith from behind and nailed with a German Suplex! Evan rolls out of harm’s way and back to the corner. Smith waits for Shadow to get up, nailing him with a Russian Leg Sweep! Smith shoots a look up toward Buckson Gooch, who returns his gaze with a stoic expression. Smith forces Shadow up and rushes him into the corner before climbing to the second rope and beginning to light him up with right hands! The crowd chants along, counting all the way to eight, before Shadow shoves Smith off! Smith quickly finds his footing, but Shadow is able to Spinebuster Slam! Both men are on the ground, breathing heavily, with Buckson Gooch anxiously holding his hand out for the tag! Smith begins to pull himself toward his corner while Shadow crawls toward Gooch. Jenny screams for Smith to “crawl faster!”

Harvey: It’s become a race!

Chase: And... Shadow wins!

Shadow slaps the outstretched hand of Buckson Gooch, who makes it a point to charge across the ring and drive a boot into Smith’s spine! Smith groans in agony, just a few inches away from Evan. Smith slaps a hand against the mat in frustration, pushing himself up. Buckson Gooch begins to lift Smith up... And the crowd roars as Gooch tries to nail a Gorilla Press Slam, but Smith drops down behind him!

Harvey: Was-- was Gooch going for the Big Apple Slam?!

Gooch turns around into a boot to the gut from Smith that doubles him over. Smith hits the ropes and comes back, nailing a big Dropkick to the crowd’s surprise and delight! Gooch drops and Smith dashes to his corner, tagging in Envi, who grabs onto the top rope and flattens the Possumgrape Sasquatch with a Slingshot Heel Kick! Evan anxiously waits for him to get up, charging him and hitting a Sleeper Slam next! He sarcastically motions for Panama City to “get behind him” though many oblige in the form of cheers-- which earns a condescending chuckle from Evan. He waits on one knee, staying behind Gooch as the big man gets up, and nails the Reverse Frankensteiner!

Chase: Gorgeous Poison-Rana! Gooch’s head just got planted!

Evan uses all of his power and energy to force Gooch onto his back, lying across his shoulders to earn a pinfall.

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Chase: HEY! GET HIM OUT, REF!

The crowd roars as Shadow enters the ring, not only kicking Evan in the spine, but lifting him to his feet to nail a Full Nelson Slam! Shadow smirks down at Envi and exits the ring. Gooch slowly makes the cover, too groggy to fully process the situation!

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THRR-- Kickout!

Evan kicks out of the move and struggles to pull himself out from beneath Buckson’s weight. He crawls to the outside, demanding Jenny to come over to him. She sprints over, and holds up the Overdrive Championship. Evan smiles into it for a moment, leaning down to kiss the title on its face. Jenny grins up at him, traces of a seductive smirk evident, backing away as Evan rolls back into the ring.

Harvey: Some mid-match motivation for Envi, and--

As Envi climbs to his feet, he is grabbed by Gooch and nailed with the Hog Tie Suplex! The crowd pops and the referee slides into position for the count!

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THRRRRE-

Neither the referee, nor Buckson Gooch see it, but Jenny Knite reaches into the ring and grabs Evan’s leg, yanking as hard as she can, pulling Evan free of the pinning predicament!

Harvey: ...And Jenny Knite’s role as Envi’s manager suddenly becomes painfully clear.

Chase: The hell are you talking about? We should be praising the Overdrive Champ for kicking out!

Harvey: Here comes Shadow!

Shadow hops down from the apron and angrily makes his way around the ring, making a beeline for Jenny Knite! She screams and backs away, her eyes growing in fear as Shadow draws nearer...

...And the crowd roars as A.C. Smith drops down from the apron, standing in front of Jenny, shaking his head at Shadow in disappointment. Shadow and Smith glare at each other and Shadow points at Jenny before telling Smith to “move.” Smith shakes his head and calmly nods back to Shadow’s corner.

Harvey: From what I’ve learned about A.C. Smith over the years, there’s no way he’s going to allow Shadow to put his hands on a woman-- regardless of what she’s done.

Shadow rolls his eyes and says something to Jenny along the lines of “I’ll make Evan pay for it then.” He heads back to his corner-- but turns around and charges A.C. Smith, going to nail him with a Running Big Boot!

Chase: AHH!

Smith dives out of the way-- as does Jenny Knite, both by fractions of an inch. Smith and Shadow begin trading blows at ringside while, inside the ring, Buckson Gooch drops Evan in the center of the ring with a vicious Powerbomb! He goes for the cover... But the referee is leaning out of the ring, focusing on Shadow and Smith! While Gooch releases the cover and looks on in confusion at the action at ringside, Jenny Knite rushes to the other side of the ring and slides the Overdrive Championship into the ring! Evan reaches for it and scoops it up, using his own body to hide it as he rises to his feet.

Harvey: Jenny just slid Evan that championship belt!

Gooch turns around and Envi rears back, hitting him with a hard slap across the jaw! Gooch’s eyes widen in anger and he swings at Evan again-- but Evan ducks, pivoting and turning to drive the championship into Gooch’s temple! Gooch collapses to the mat and Evan drops down, sliding the belt across the ring, perfectly into Jenny’s awaiting arms!

Harvey: Oh COME ON!

The crowd boos mercilessly and Evan leans back into the cover, grinning through a pained expression.

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The bell sounds and Evan rolls off of Gooch, holding his arms out eagerly to take the championship back from Jenny Knite as she enters the ring, “Helter Skelter” beginning to play over the PA system once more.

Paige: Here are your winners... The team of the APW Xtreme Champion, A.C. Smith and the APW Overdrive Champion, Evaaaaan ENVI!

Harvey: Would I be out of line to call that... Controversial?

Chase: It was technical brilliance at its finest.

A.C. Smith and Shadow have stopped brawling-- both of them showing the wounds of war. Smith’s lower lip has been busted open, while Shadow appears to have cut something inside of his mouth, spitting blood angrily onto the ring apron. Smith enters the ring, but never takes his eyes off Shadow until he’s inside, where the referee raises his hand in victory.

Evan continues to sit on the mat, however, gently swaying a microphone back in forth in his fingers, grinning.

Evan: Isn’t this what I told you would happen? Huh?

Still seated, Evan delivers a hard kick to the side of Gooch’s head! The crowd boos uproariously and Smith gives Evan a disapproving leer, but doesn’t make any type of move forward.

Evan: You’re an idiot. You’re--

Evan grunts and kicks Gooch again. Gooch covers up and the referee yells for Evan to stop! Smith steps between Evan and Gooch, glaring down at his former tag team partner. Evan shrugs and pushes himself to his feet.

Evan: You think the same damn thing! Don’t play the hero now.

Evan points his finger at Gooch-- and then at Shadow.

Evan: I saw you looking. I SAW YOU LOOKING AT HER!

The crowd grows hushed, and the camera focuses on Jenny Knite for a moment... Before panning over to the “her” that Evan was really talking about-- the Overdrive Title.

Evan: She only has eyes for me, boys. And that’s the way things are gonna stay. THAT’S THE WAY THINGS WERE MEANT T--!

A.C. Smith cuts Evan off, grabbing his wrist and lowering the microphone. He says something to Evan that the microphone doesn’t pick up, backing Evan toward the ropes. Evan continues to glare at Gooch, who is being assisted to his feet by Shadow and the referee on the outside.

Evan: Get-- OFF ME!

Evan pulls away from Smith and points at Shadow and Gooch again.

Evan: And YOU! YOU!

He singles out Shadow and shakes his head.

Evan: You gawk at my championship-- and then you try to ATTACK Ms. Knite? I’ve never met a man who wanted his ass whooped SOOOOOO BAD! So how about this? Next week, Steven, you and I-- one on one-- and we cut the crap. We END whatever the hell this-- this THING goin’ on between us is. For eight months, you’ve been running your mouth and breathing down my neck... And it’s stopping next week, Steven.

Evan slowly moves his finger to Buckson Gooch and smirks.

Evan: And when you’re out of the way, Steve...

Evan and Buckson stare at each other for a few moments before Evan simply scoffs.

Evan: Hm.

Evan drops the microphone and holds the Overdrive Title high into the air. He allows himself to fall backwards out of the ring ropes, swiftly landing on his feet on the floor and pulling down the middle rope to allow Jenny to step out to the apron. The two make their way up the ramp and Smith looks uneasily at them, before turning his gaze back to Shadow and Gooch, who glare at him from the outside.

Harvey: Well. That was unsettling.

Chase: THE GAUNTLET HAS BEEN LAID DOWN! Envi and Shadow next week?! This is what Shadow has been BEGGING for since Shockwave!

Harvey: Yeah. What’s the catch?

Chase: Hater.

[T-Marv]

The Jumbo Tron comes on with nothing but static. "Hate Me Now" Begins to play over the loudspeakers and the crowd erupts into boos.

Chase: Here he comes Harvey, for the final time ever the APW UNDISPUTED CHAMPION is on Overdrive.

Confette falls from the rafters as fireworks go off. The crowd continues to boo as everyone looks to the entrance area. The music slowly fades down as nobody steps out.

Chase: Where is he? I need my Terry Time!

Suddenly Terry's face comes on the Jumbo tron and he's smiling while sitting in the back of a limo.

Terry Marvin: What's up Bitches?

Loud boos from the fans.

Terry Marvin: I was going to do my normal boastful goodbye, but honestly why bother? Everyone on Overdrive already knows I'm the greatest of all time. They should, I beat all their asses. So why bother even coming out to that shithole when I have much better things to do! Haven't you heard, ASYLUM is the place to be.

The boos ring out loud and clear again.

Terry Marvin: But I leave you in the capable hands of the Sindicate and Level One who is now FREE to run Overdrive as he sees fit! As for the rest of my adoring fans out there.

He laughs as the boos ring out.

Terry Marvin: SHOWTIME has left the building... F*CK YOU ALL VERY VERY MUCH!

The jumbo tron fades to static as The crowd boos loudly for a good long while.

Paige: The following bout is scheduled for one fall... And it is our MAIN EVENT for the Action Packed Wrestling WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIIIIIP!

Chase: History is being made!

”This just in: Wrestling is finally COOL again! DELIKADO...IS...HEEEEERE!”

The epically deep-throated narration announced, “Pilgrimage” by Nine Inch Nails begins and a nuclear explosion is heard going off as Boss Delikado walks out onto the stage. As the song keeps playing, he looks out to the ring and points to it with his left index finger before holding out his open right hand and slowly clenching it into a fist. The crowd gives a mix of cheers and boos, to which Boss Delikado slowly walks down the ramp, a little swagger in his powerful Bossy steps.

Paige: Introducing, from Pinar del Río, Cuba, he is "THE BAWSE!" This is DELIKADO!

Boss Delikado continues walking until he is at the outside of the ring. He looks at the nearest camera, raising an eyebrow, and fakes a punch to it before jumping up and standing on the side of the ring with his hands on the ropes. He stares out to the crowd, challenging random fans to prove themselves against him, before he jumps over the top rope into the ring. He proceeds to pace around, punching his fists together. Delikado now waits for the match to start as he lazily leans over the top rope and stares out at the crowd, a highly amused smirk on his face. LIKE A BAWSE!

Harvey: For the first time, the World Heavyweight Title is being defended on Overdrive and--

Chase: And for the first time, Delikado becomes a World Champion! YAY!

Harvey: Er-- hm.

The lights go out and the arena descends into a hushed silence as the intro to "Hellraiser" by Ozzy Osbourne hits the sound system. When the drums kick in, a single spot light shines down from the rafters and the crowd roar their hearts out in dismay at the impending arrival of the champion. At last when the guitar kicks in, Michael Callahan struts out of the curtain holding the World Heavyweight Championship like a guitar, strumming and playing it and banging his head much to the chagrin of the fans.

I'M LIVING ON AN ENDLESS ROAD!
AROUND THE WORLD FOR ROCK AND ROLL!
SOMETIMES, IT FEELS SO TOUGH!
BUT I STILL AIN'T HAD ENOUGH!

I KEEP SAYING THAT IT'S GETTING TOO MUCH!
BUT I KNOW I'M A LIAR!

FEELING ALRIGHT, IN THE NOISE AND THE LIGHT!
BUT THAT'S WHAT LIGHTS MY FIRE!

As the chorus kicks in, Callahan flips his head back and slings the championship over his shoulder casually as he prepares to make his walk down. Callahan salutes the ring, before confidently strutting his way down to the ring with a certain sway about him not quite seen in a long time. When he makes it down to the ring, he swaggers his way up the steps, wipes both feet off on the apron then swings his leg over the middle and climbs in as the cameras flash to capture his grand entrance.

Paige: And his opponent, hailing from Kelso, Washington, he is the "American Hero", the NEWWWWWWW Action Packed Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion, MICHAEL CALLAHAAAAAAN!

He takes his final moment to posture atop the furthest turnbuckle, draping the belt over his shoulder and throwing up the twin-linked Nixon V's as his music dies down and the light comes back on fully.

Harvey: This is it!

Chase: This is what we've been waiting for, for weeks. We originally thought Delikado would get an Undisputed Title match, but with Callahan and Marvin being traded to opposite shows, he gets a shot at the equally as prestigious, storied World Heavyweight Title. Except... He has to go through this guy.

Harvey: Not a fan of Callahan?

Chase: Eh! EHHH!

Harvey: He was involved in a HISTORIC match at Rasslemania against Keaton Saint. And Delikado is chomping at the bit, after defeating nineteen other Megastars to earn this right.

The referee checks both men, making sure they understand the rules of the match before taking the World Heavyweight Title belt and holding it above his head, on display to the crowd, for everyone to see what the fight is for!

Harvey: It's about that! It's all about that gold-- and we're underway!

Main Event - APW World Heavyweight Championship
Michael Callahan (c) vs Delikado

The bell sounds and Delikado is the first to attack, running forward and lunging at Callahan, taking him down with a Thesz Press! The World Champion’s eyes widen and he is overwhelmed with hard slaps to his face-- more stung, more shocked than hurt. He rolls to his feet and is immediately taken to the mat with a running boot square to his jaw, knocking him off-kilter, setting him up for a Hurricanrana! Callahan is disoriented as he’s thrown across the ring. Delikado is literally salivating as he turns, staring him down. Callahan pushes himself up using the ropes-- and as Delikado rushes him, Callahan throws his shoulder into his sternum! Delikado staggers back and Callahan runs forward, taking him head-over-heels with a Running Clothesline!

Harvey: Beautiful!

Chase: I wonder if Level One’s watching this match right now...

Harvey: If he is, you know he was impressed with that. Don’t underestimate the power game of the American Hero. He can hold his own in there with the biggest and the baddest-- but he has a huge size advantage over Delikado tonight.

Callahan seems to be thinking to put the match away quickly, lifting Delikado up in a standing headscissors and planting him with a Texas Piledriver!

Chase: HEY! YOU CAN’T DO THAT! WHAT do you think this IS, ASYLUM?!

Harvey: The Good Ol’ Piledriver-- and look! The champ’s up top!

Callahan to a huge pop from the crowd goes to the top turnbuckle, measuring his challenger before leaping off and delivering the Primary Elbow right to the heart! Delikado writhes in pain and Callahan hooks both legs, leaning deep into a cover!

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Delikado kicks out, gasping for breath as he does so. He crawls away and grabs the ropes-- but Callahan is already on him, grabbing him by the leg!

Harvey: He’s caught!

Delikado is dragged to the middle of the ring and Callahan tries to perform the stepover toe-hold, going for the STF, but Delikado refuses to lie on his stomach, moving onto his side and swatting at the “American Hero”, finally grabbing him by the tights and forcing him to the ground! Callahan immediately pushes himself up, but it’s a second behind Delikado, who delivers a hard punt to his ribs. Callahan groans out and rolls to a seated position, but Delikado delivers a vicious kick to the base of his neck! Callahan clutches his neck in pain and Delikado shoots the ropes in front of him, returning for a low Enzuigiri that sends spit flying from Callahan’s mouth and knocks him to the mat. Delikado quickly makes the cover!

Chase: GOGOGOGOGO, REF, COUNT!

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This time, Callahan kicks out! Delikado grunts in anger and forces him to his feet, blasting him with a European Uppercut, but Callahan fires back with a closed fist. The referee scolds both men, but neither pay attention, and trade stiff, closed fists to the delight of the audience! Callahan is brought to his knees after a punch to the stomach from the challenger. Delikado screams loudly as he grabs Callahan in a front face-lock, driving him into the mat with a Snap DDT! He forces Callahan onto his back and mounts him again, slapping him again--with the crowd counting seven times, before Callahan is able to counter with a headbutt! Delikado rolls off, grinning.

Chase: Callahan is gotten in there and wrestled-- and BEATEN-- some of the best, but he has NEVER faced anybody quite like the BAWSE in a situation as dire as this!

Harvey: Well, he’s trying to buy himself some time-- but Delikado is relentless!

Chase: He needs to be careful before he wears himself out here in the first five minutes...

Callahan is able to take Deli down with another Clothesline, this time lifting him up in a Sidewalk Slam position, dropping him across his spine with a Backbreaker afterward! Delikado holds his back in pain as he climbs to his feet. Callahan shoots the ropes behind him and comes back, driving his knee into Deli’s spine! Delikado screeches from the pain and Callahan nails a Reverse DDT! He forces Delikado onto his stomach and locks in the Boston Crab! Delikado is trapped in the center of the ring and frantically scrambles for the ropes! Callahan leans back, applying as much pressure, contorting the hips and spine as much as he can!

Chase: Crawl, Boss!

Delikado crawls, and for seconds, his attempts seem futile. He makes it-- roughly a half-dozen inches from the ropes-- but he cries out in pain and raises his hand...

Harvey: He’s gonna have to tap! Does he-- no! Delikado grabs the bottom rope!

Chase: Phew!

Delikado clutches the bottom rope and Callahan waits until the referee’s count of two to release him. He saunters to the corner and leans in it, studying Delikado as he climbs to his feet. Delikado gets up, back against the ropes, and Callahan charges him, taking both men over the top rope and to the outside with a Cactus Clothesine! Delikado takes the brunt of the move, tumbling to the ground. As he gets up, Callahan makes quick work to launch him neck-and-shoulder first into the ringside barricade! The fans slap the leather-padded barricade, yelling for their favorite Megastars to get closer! The referee begins his ten count.

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Callahan hoists Delikado up onto his shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry before throwing him overhead, sternum-first accross the top of the barricade! Delikado groans in pain and sinks to his knees. Callahan takes a moment to catch his breath before he grabs Delikado, frustration finally showing on the face of the champ. He lifts Delikado up and drives him across the top of the barricade with a Vertical Suplex!

Harvey: DELIKADO’S SPINE! Did you HEAR that impact?!

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Callahan lifts up the injured Delikado, sliding him into the ring at the count of “7!” He slides in after him and hooks the far leg, leaning in for a deep cover.

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THR-- Kickout!

Harvey: And the champ shows that mean streak that many have come to love-- or hate him for.

Callahan begins to pummel Delikado with fists, ignoring the referee’s warnings for a moment. He shoots a look up the ramp, almost nervously, before lifting Delikado up and Irish Whipping him into the ring. Upon the rebound, Callahan’s intentions are unclear, but he’s quickly thrown to the canvas with a Running Headscissors Takedown! He is back up in an instant, but Delikado rushes him and drives him face-first to the mat with a HARD Tornado DDT! He goes for the cover, but Callahan wisely throws himself onto his stomach to avoid it. Delikado pushes himself up and runs at Callahan, delivering another vicious punt to his ribs! Callahan groans out and rolls over, using the ropes to steady himself. Delikado blasts him with another kick, to his temple! Callahan falls against the ropes, in a daze.

Chase: Yes-- yes! Keep the pressure on!

Delikado measures Callahan is he gets up, and runs forward, slamming his nose to the mat with an X-Factor Facebuster! Callahan clutches his face in pain and rolls up to a seated position. He breathes heavily as Delikado rips him to his feet from behind, turning him around, and delivering a hard elbow right to the bridge of the nose! Delikado grabs Callahan by his hair and turns, dropping him with a Hangman’s Neckbreaker!

Harvey: This isn’t a wrestling match... This has become a brawl-- with finesse!

Chase: Is that bad? Are you bitching?

Harvey: Since when do you say “bitching” on-air, John?

Chase: Michael Callahan said it was okay.

Callahan massages his neck and his throat as he gets to his feet, but as our camera pans out, Delikado is revealed to be standing on the apron, hands on the top rope, a glimmer in his eye. He waits for Callahan to turn and then leaps onto the top rope, flying off with a Springboard Lariat! Callahan is driven roughly into the canvas once more and Delikado hooks both legs!

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Delikado glances up at the referee, and his eyes slowly begin to narrow. We briefly cut to a shot backstage where Jimmy Gooch watches, taking notes as his mentor drives knees into Callahan’s neck and spine! When we return to ringside, we see that Delikado has lifted Callahan up, attempting a second Hangman’s Neckbreaker! The crowd boos as Delikado taunts them, walking around the ring with Callahan in position for a few seconds--

Harvey: It backfired! BACKSLIDE PIN!

Delikado is shocked as he’s stacked up onto his shoulders in a Backslide from Callahan! The referee slides into make the count, wasting no time and Delikado tries desperately to kick out, kicking frantically!

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Chase: He escaped! He kicked out!

The crowd has gone into a frenzy, many believing that the count was three-- including Michael Callahan! The referee signals that the count was merely a “two”, however, and the crowd boos loudly. Callahan doesn’t have time to show frustration-- he has to cover up as Delikado quickly goes back on the offensive, hitting him with forearm blows until he’s knocked into the ropes. Delikado Irish Whips Callahan, but it’s reversed! Delikado rebounds into a Back Elbow Smash! Delikado’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he staggers to the ropes. Callahan follows him, hoisting him up onto the top turnbuckle! He begins to club at Delikado as he climbs up the turnbuckles as well.

Harvey: This is a dangerous situation... Delikado’s in a very precarious position. He could fall right to the outside!

Chase: Don’t act like you’d be upset, you spiteful bastard.

With Delikado positioned on the top, he fights wildly, hitting Callahan with a rake to the eyes, unbeknownst to the ref! Callahan groans and Delikado grabs him, attempting a Sunset Flip, but Callahan delivers a second headbutt that stuns the Cuban, causing him to reel back! One more fist seals the deal and Callahan performs a Superplex! Delikado bounces off the canvas from the impact and groans in agony. Callahan rolls over and covers him, hooking the near leg, gritting his teeth all-the-while.

Harvey: Cover! Delikado’s unconscious!

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The crowd erupts once again as Delikado kicks out with authority, rolling away from Callahan and up to his elbows and knees, though moaning in agony. Callahan holds his back as well as he climbs up, taking a deep breath. He stumbles over to the challenger, Delikado, but Delikado is anticipating him, grabbing him by his knee pad to trip him forward and throat-first over the middle rope! Callahan coughs, attempting to break free from the ropes, but Delikado launches himself up and over, delivering a hard Leg Drop to the back of his head!

Harvey: GOD! He might’ve just crushed Callahan’s larynx!

Callahan clutches his throat in agony and writhes in pain on the mat. The referee immediately drops down to check on him, asking if he wants to submit-- but Delikado doesn’t give him the opportunity to answer. He forces Callahan up to his knees by the hair and screams out before turning and delivering a Discus Elbow that knocks Callahan to his back once again. Callahan coughs in pain and Delikado stalks him, motioning for him to get up-- begging for him to do so, stomping his foot with each passing second...

Harvey: Delikado feels it. Panama City feels it.

Chase: And now our American Hero is about to get his Last Call to Cuba!

Callahan pushes himself up, seemingly unaware of where he is. Delikado grins and lunges forward, thrusting his boot toward Callahan’s chin--

But Callahan captures it, to a pop from Panama City! He twists Delikado’s ankle, forcing Deli to scream out in agony, collapsing to the mat. Callahan immediately transitions into an STF! Delikado’s eyes grow wide and he realizes his predicament, crawling desperately for the ropes, and grabbing the bottom...

Chase: Hey--!

Callahan briefly breaks the hold to leap to his feet and drag Delikado away from the ropes, planting him in the center of the ring again in the STF! Delikado groans and seems to move considerably slower this time. The referee drops down to his knees, asking if he wants to submit... Delikado screams “NO!” emphatically. He shakes his head and crawls as quickly, and as swiftly as he can, but the ropes remain about a foot from his reach.

Harvey: He’s fading!

Delikado’s eyes fall half-lidded and his arm slowly lowers. However, in the blink of an eye, he pushes himself over onto his back, rolling on top of Callahan in a unique pin, bridging himself over the awkwardly placed World Heavyweight Champion!

Chase: COUNTER! NEW CHAMPION!

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Callahan forces Delikado off of him at the last moment and Delikado groans in frustration. He pushes himself up, but Callahan grabs Delikado from behind, into the Rear Naked Choke! Delikado is forced to the ground as Callahan engages the Victory Lock I!

Harvey: The Victory Lock is synched in right here on Overdrive!

Chase: NOOOO!

The crowd erupts, with the audience rising to their feet, collectively. Callahan wrenches and squeezes the hold and Delikado’s face grows an eerie shade of white. He begins to crawl toward the ropes, heaving, grunting, blowing spit into the air with each mighty heave toward safety...

...And Level One slides into the ring, immediately throwing himself on top of the two, forcing them apart! The referee signals for the bell, to the dismay of the crowd. Callahan is scrambling to his feet, but he barely makes it to his knees before he is struck in the face with Level One’s camcorder! Callahan’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he falls onto his back.

Harvey: What the HELL?!

Level One forces Callahan to his feet, and promptly lifts him over his shoulders, and upside-down again for the Level Advance! The crowd boos and Level One simply sits on the canvas, casting a look down at the fallen World Heavyweight Champion.

Chase: Oh. What. You’re shocked?

Harvey: Well-- to be honest-- YES, I am.

Chase: Anything can happen in APW, Harv! Look!

Level One stands up, looking idly into the booing masses. He motions for Nicky Paige to bring him the World Heavyweight Championship, and she nervously obliges. Level One takes it from her through the ropes and cradles it, looking down at it for a moment with a smirk. He sinks down to one knee and whispers sometime to Callahan before he places the World Title on the mat.

Level One grabs Callahan by the hair and drives his face into the gold, not once-- but twice, with two hard thuds accompanying each one!

Harvey: Somebody stop this!

Level One rubs Callahan’s face into the championship belt, expressionless as he does so. He then pushes himself up, along with his camcorder, and shoots a look at Delikado who looks furious in the corner... Though he makes no move to attack the fresh man, Level One. He simply narrows his gaze as Level One walks past him to get to the ropes, and hops down to the outside, One’s music hitting the PA system as he marches to the back.

Harvey: I... I have no words. A main event-- RUINED by Lester Only.

Chase: You say “ruined.” I say “enhanced.”

Panama City boos and pelts trash at Level One as he struts up the entranceway, to the back. Delikado has directed his glare at Michael Callahan and the World Heavyweight Championship now, running his hands through his hair, seething as the scene fades.

[T-Marv]

The camera focuses in on the ring as “Dance with the Devil” blasts through the speakers. After only a few seconds, out steps Kurt Noble, accompanied to the side by Amy Noble. Neither are in any sort of wrestling gear; instead, Noble sports a dark suit, while Amy contrasts with a white dress. The two smile at the crowd before walking down to the ring.

Harvey: Chase, if there was ever a moment that garnered a more polarized discussion than Chris Hart vs. Kurt Noble at Rasslemania, I’d be surprised. Empathy. Sadness. Frustration. Those and a million other emotions filled this crowd as Amy Noble begged Chris Hart not to finish off her estranged husband. The match didn’t have an ending; technically, both men are still employed by Action Packed Wrestling. My question is…what happens now?

Chase: Those two dogs have been chasing each other’s tails since One Night in Hell of last year. They attacked one another. Cheated each other out of victories. Stabbed each other. Burned each other. Chris Hart even got thrown off of a roof! Jesus, how do you go back to “normal” after that?

Harvey: I guess we’ll have to sit back and watch!

Kurt and Amy both make their way to the ring, and the former holds the ropes open for the latter. Both make their way into the ring, stopping to reflect upon the signs in the crowd.

“KURT <3’s AMY!”

“SEVEN YEARS LATER, I STILL BELIEVE!”

“NOBLEDRIVE’S LAST VIEWER!”

Noble smirks as his music dies away. He faces Amy, holding her hand for a moment, before taking a microphone.

Noble: For seven years now, I’ve come out to rings just like this one. I’ve faced men, women, announcers, bosses, crowds…and people. I’ve repeated exactly what I wanted to say to myself as I walked down that ramp. I never worried about the insults, the bickering, or anything related to what I was going to say across seven years…except tonight. Tonight, I honestly don’t know what to say, except the one word that I now know is unavoidable…

Goodbye.

Noble pauses, lowering his microphone as his mouth purses.

Noble: Guys like me spend years chasing ideas. Gold. Power. Justice. You chase some things so long, you’re not even sure when you’ve caught them. Last week, at Rasslemania, when I was looking up, seeing Amy standing over me, being the only thing stopping Chris Hart from ending my career, I realized something…I’d found exactly what I’d been searching for since the first night I stepped into APW:

Greatness.

But I didn’t find it being Undisputed Champion. I didn’t find being named Tag Team of the Year. I didn’t find it coming in 3rd place in 2012’s Survive and Conquer. I didn’t find it in the Extreme Tournament. I didn’t find it in CWC. I didn’t find it facing Johnny Rebel, CJ Gates, Blade, Level-One, Evan Envi, Delikado, or even Chris Hart. I found it at my absolute weakest moment…I found someone that still cared for me…someone who after all the terrible things I’d done, still believed in me.

Someone who loved me.

Noble flashes Amy a smile, before turning back to the crowd.

That's what we all want at the end of the day: Someone to accept, and to love us. I don't care who you are. Whether it be your wife, your husband, your manager, your fans, or even the respect of people you claim to not care about...we all just want people to tell us that' we're okay by them.

And I got more than that at Rasslemania. Watching Amy stand between Chris and I made me realize that I’ve accomplished exactly why I was fighting Chris. He and I weren’t wrestling to prove who was better. We weren’t looking for title shots. We didn’t think the other as a cancer. We just wanted, needed the other to get a grip on reality. That’s why Chris Hart didn’t finish me off; that’s why there was no “ending.” Maybe that disappoints some of you; maybe you wanted something more.

But life doesn’t always give us what we want…it gives us what we need. Sometimes, it gives us less, and when it does, we depend on others for support. When we’ve lost that, we’ve lost everything…and I don’t intend on losing any more. So, after seven long months, I have found what I needed. That is why I’m announcing my retirement from Action Packed Wrestling and wrestling tonight.

Noble stops, putting down the microphone, as the crowd is dead silent.

Noble: This place, this promotion, my fans…you have all meant the world to me across the last seven years. It wasn’t wins or titles or headliners that made these last seven years something special; it was getting you to be a part of my story, and letting me be a part of yours. It was you…

Mark.

Cris.

Jack.

Alex.

Zach.

Nick.

Gary.

Jason.

James.

Terry.

John.

Jeff.

And the other James.

And all the rest that made this such an experience for me.

When I was getting my start here, and had no to turn you, you were welcoming.

When I was bawling my eyes out after being attacked by a pitbull, you were listeners.

When I needed advice, you were confidants.

Above all else, you were friends.

And that’s why when I leave this ring for the last time, I know that despite all of our differences, I leave Action Packed Wrestling in the hands of good and good women. The last seven years have given me something I needed more than anything:

Something to believe in.

And I hope, that when you are all out here too, you’ll get exactly what you want.

What you need.

And what you’ve always believed in.

Goodbye Action Packed Wrestling.

And good luck.

Noble puts down his microphone, still to a silent crowd…before a roar of cheers blasts through thecrowd.

“THANK YOU KURT!”

“THANK YOU KURT!”

Noble nods, and with Amy in hand, the two make their way from the ring.

Harvey: We heard it was coming folks, but it was still hard to hear. Kurt Noble has left Action Packed Wrestling. Since One Night in Hell 2011, Kurt has given us the ride of a lifetime, and I for one am glad he got what we finally was looking for.

Chase: I’ve never been his biggest fan; the guy’s melodramatic at best. But, after everything he’s done here, I gotta say…I’ll miss the guy.

Noble and Amy make their way up the ramp, but suddenly, are stopped…as Delikado walks out! Noble and Delikado make eyes contact, and Delikado’s eyes drift to Noble;s injured.

Harvey: It was actually Delikado that injured Kurt’s leg many years ago, and according to Noble, started the journey that brought him to today.

Chase: So..he should punch Delikado?

The two sometimes enemies, sometimes allies stare one another down. Delikado smiles at Amy…before Kurt reaches out his hand. Delikado shakes his head, and moves in…giving Kurt a hug. The two men embrace, a muffled, inaudible exchange shared between them. They break apart as Noble and Amy make their way up the ramp, but they’re stopped one last time…

By Chris Hart.

Harvey: Uh-oh…

Chase: Okay, maybe NOW we’ll see some punches.

For the longest time, the two men say nothing. Amy does not break away, nor does Noble push her. Instead, they continue walking. Noble stops beside Hart, who can only stare at Noble. Suddenly…

They do not hug. They do not laugh. They do not smile.

They nod.

Harvey: Kurt Noble and Chris Hart may never be best friends again after everything that’s happened between them…but I daresay, after it all, they respect, and forgive one another.

Noble turns back to the crowd, giving them one last smile as Delikado applauds. Noble and Amy both take a bow, and step through the curtains as the crowd drowns them out…

“THANK YOU KURT.”

“THANK YOU KURT.

“THANK YOU.”