Meltdown - April 8, 2013 - San Nicolas, Argentina

[Evan De Parker]

LAST WEEK...

Amy Zing delivers a hard boot to Robina’s gut and rolls her into the ring again! Robina clutches her ribs and struggles to stand up in the center of the ring, but Amy Zing hits a Springboard Cross Body! She covers Hood!

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West: HEY!

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

Harris: Things just got interesting, Shane-O.

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

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

Harris: Ohhh nooooo! NIHAO HOOD! Ahhhh!

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

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

Paige: Here is y--

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

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

FUTURE...

FUTURE...

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

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

FUTURE...

FUTURE...

FUTURE...

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

West: Robina Hood has just made a statement tonight!

FUTURE...

FUTURE...

FUTURE!

"The Boy Who Destroyed the World" by AFI hits the PA system as the opening package for APW's Monday Night Meltdown rolls! We cut to the Argentinian masses as they roar for the upcoming episode of APW Monday Night Meltdown! Many hold up signs, including "We came all the way from Great Britian... FELLA!", "Coke > Pepsi", and a unique sign, featuring the Guv'Nor, sporting an eyepatch, cradling an M-16, surrounded by zombified versions of his Meltdown counterparts!

West: WELCOME to another edition of Monday Night Meltdown! We are LIVE from San Nicolas, Argentina in the Luna Park Arena-- and we have SO MUCH in store for you tonight!

Harris: I can barely hear myself! But for once, Shane-O isn't lying to you! Tonight, in our MAIN EVENT we have Tommy Knoxville going one-on-one with the Guv'Nor for the APW North American Championship! Anything could happen in that-- and neither one of these men have lost a one-on-one match here on Meltdown! Ever!

West: It may be the most anticipated North American Title match ever! But that's not all! Tonight, we have the return of Billy Pepsi, LIVE in front of San Nicolas!

Harris: And the return of the FELLA himself, Yarmouth as he takes on the "Perfect Megastar", the FUTURE-- say it with me, Shane! SAY it!

West: Urgh... The future...

Harris: The FUTURE of Monday Night Meltdown, Robina Hood!

West: Right. And I wonder if Sienna will get involved in THAT too.

Harris: We have the Natural Born Killaz taking on Niobe Martin and Warren Peace in tag team action-- we have everything! Everything except hamburgers, apparently. This arena refuses to cater to Americans.

West: Jeez...

They say we wanted attention

When those five words left the P.A. System the originally joyous San Nicolas crowd suddenly erupted into incredibly deafening boos. These spews of raw hatred increased in volume as the purple haired lady, collectively known as Robina Hood, came out from the curtains and onto the stage with a black jacket draped over her shoulders. Instead of throwing her arms up in the air Robina brought her left hand out, revealing to everyone that she is holding a crowbar as the female rest it lightly against he left shoulder. Her theme began to die down shortly after the crowbar was rested gently against her shoulder.

Shane West: What is Robina doing out here? Her match isn’t until later tonight.

Dick Harris: Perhaps Madam Hood has something that she wants to express and, considering that she has hardly spoken out by herself before Rasslemania, it would be wise to keep quiet so we can heard what she has to say.

While Dick began his answer the forest-dweller simply stood there, with a grin on her face, letting the crowd boo her and chant things like ‘you suck!’ After a good ten or so seconds the Duchess of Nottingham’s right hand came out from the jacket, with a microphone firmly in her clutches and held the microphone up, just below her lips, before beginning to say something.

Robina: Last week…

The crowd booed even louder as the young Brit began to speak so she lowered the microphone down and decided to allow them ten further seconds, of screaming pure Spanish hatred, before trying to speak again. Yet, at the very moment she raised the microphone up again, the proudly Argentinean crowd increased their negative response, clearly not wanting her to speak, so in the end the young megastar decided to say something different.

Robina: It isn’t my fault that the Falkland Islands chose to be British instead of being an official member of this ghetto of a country, so shut up and pay attention.

Rather impressively for a heel, the amount of boos increased again after the female said her words yet, instead of being allowing them to be negative towards her, Miss Hood continued to speak.

Robina: Like I was about to say, before I was so RUDELY interrupted…last week I main evented the first show, after Rasslemania Nine, by knocking dear Amy Zing out cold and this week I get to be Yarmouth first opponent back in APW.

Even though they were originally booing her the crowd gave out a small cheer for Yarmouth but all that did was make the grin, that was already on her face, grew as she continued to talk through the microphone.

Robina: I know what you all are expecting…you all expect me, the wee British lass, to get my ass kicked by the six foot nine guy from New York. Well here is a slab of reality for all you filthy Muppets…I’m not worried at all about this moron at all.

Shane West: Not worried at all? Clearly this girl haven’t seem what Yarmouth can do in the…what the hell is that!?!

Moments after saying her words Robina dropped the crowbar but what ‘that’ is was the very object her left hand pulled out of one of the jacket pockets…a knife. But not some bread knife, or any knife used at a table, a legitimate knife that can used to stab anybody and everybody. Her grin took a slightly sinister edge as the female decided to continue talking.

Robina: Look at what I’ve bought from some shop. I’m not actually surprised to see how easy it is to get one of these in this armpit of a country. But what I’m somewhat surprised by is how easy one of these things are to use when killing somebody…maybe that is why I find them to be quite interesting. Then again that isn’t the main reason…for the main reason is actually quite simple. A gun finishes off a victim way too easily so there is nearly no fun in it, at all. But with a knife you take as much time as you wish…so much so that with one of these that you can actually see the true personality of your victim, just by looking into their eyes. Maybe you should have asked the guy that you claimed killed your father, in your purely fictional story, what kind of man dear daddy was like. You might call dear daddy a ‘brilliant man’ but I can guarantee you that the guy would have said what is the truth…your dear daddy is most likely a berk who think he’s the toughest punk ever until some would stand up to him, then he would just simply run all the way home with his tail between his legs…if he actually had one.

After finishing her words Miss Hood smiled almost innocently, as if not noticing the boos that the San Nicolas natives are giving her, as she returned the knife into her jacket pocket.

Shane West: Is Robina really this horrible?

Dick Harris: You might call this horrible but I believe that she is playing some mind games with Yarmouth. He must be full of frustration and she is clearly trying to take him over the edge so…

Shane West: Wait a second, Dick, what is she pulling out of her pocket now? Wait a second, isn’t that a photograph?

Indeed it was a photograph that Robina has pulled out of pocket. What are the contents of this picture? One of the official APW camera zoomed in on her to reveal that the elements of this photograph are a man and a male toddler of some kind onto the titantron, so everyone in the arena could see what the photo was of.

Robina: Does the fat little kid look familiar? Well he should; that tiny twerp is none other than Yarmouth and the guy holding him is none other than his father. Where or how did I acquired this photograph? None of your damn business. But Yarmouth here are a few questions I have for you…how does it feel to be in your old man’s loving arms? How does it feel to be unable to do anything to prevent your daddy’s stupidity from causing his own death? How does it feel to never have his arms comforting you ever again? And how does it feel to know that he is currently being devoured by worms while you can’t do anything about it? But now a question for me…what do I think of Yarmouth’s chances against me later tonight?

The crowd continued to boo the Perfect Megastar as she spoke out, finding it cruel that she is practically using his deceased father to verbally taunt Yarmouth.

Shane West: Man, Robina is very vile.

Dick Harris: I think ‘vile’ is a bit too strong of a wor…

Shane West: Wait a second! What is she doing with that lighter!?!

The moment she finished her words the forest girl placed the microphone handle in her mouth, using her teeth to keep hold of it, before reaching into a different pocket of her jacket. Without wasting anytime Robina pulled out a lighter, opened it and held it below the photograph. Within moments she lit the lighter and the corner of the photograph quickly caught on fire. Robina quickly closed the lighter and returned it into her pocket before taking the microphone out of mouth and began to speak up yet again.

Robina: This is what I think of Yarmouth’s chance of defeating me…it will go down in flames.

While saying those words Miss Hood made sure the fire was engulfing the photograph and once she finished those last few words the rather violent Brit dropped the burning picture. The San Nicolas crowd were now spewing hatred more loudly than most audiences would even dare as Robina bent over to pick her crowbar back up. “Ignite” by Noisestorm, None Like Joshua & Veela started to play again after the female picked up her newest weapon of choice.

The last image seen before Meltdown fades out to the back is an almost angelic smile that was on Robina’s face as a couple of backstage crew members rush past her, most likely to extinguish the small fire that she has caused.

?: He replied ‘It looks like I did a pretty good job.’

We’re backstage in the Luna Park Arena. As the scene fades in we join The Guv’nor engaged in some repartee, or what he thinks is repartee, with a member of the backstage crew. The crowd respond with enthusiasm for the North American Champion. The Guv’nor waits for a chuckle, but gets none from the crew member.

Guvnor: You get it, right? Her tits were all saggy, and it was a right mess down there.

Crew member: Yeah, I get it. But it’s kinda sexist don’t you think?

The Guv’nor looks at him with surprise.

Crew member: Sorry Guv, I’m kinda trying to work right now. Can we finish this later? If Sienna catches me ‘out of position’ she’ll have my neck.

Guvnor: No worries, bruv. I understand, a man’s got to eat. Don’t let the man bring you down, you know what I’m saying.

Crew member: Yeah sure, see ya!

And off scuttles the crew member, relieved to be able to go about his duties without hindrance. Guvnor turns and walks off only to stop suddenly after a couple of steps. The camera is showing only Guvnor’s head and shoulders, so we can’t see what is impeding him. Guvnor looks down and says.

Guvnor: Awright there shortround? Lost your mum, have you?

The camera tracks downwards to reveal Cid Phoenix, looking up at The Guv’nor. There is a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Cid: Very funny! Short jokes. Like I haven’t heard them before.

Cid stands there and maintains an intense glare at the champ. Eventually, Guv’nor had enough of it.

Guv’nor: Well spit it out, bruv? I can’t believe you’ve gone to all the trouble of puffing out your chest, bearing your claws like a right tart, to just come stare at The Guv’nor like’s he’s a bleeding exhibition.

Cid continues to hold the stare for a few moment, then replies.

Cid: I want you to remember this face. I want you to know who I am.

Guvnor: I know who you are, you’re that melon—

Cid: I’m the guy who stole the show at Rasslemania.

Guvnor: I’m the geezer who walked out as the Champion.

Cid: I’m the guy who has been winning championships, crippling opponents, and tearing down the house for years and years.

Guvnor: You’re also the mug who got his arse pinned last week by Tommy Knoxville.

Cid’s nostrils flare and his eyes bulge at that comment. The Guv’nor simply raises his eyebrows, wondering whether there is some point to all of this.

Cid: I’ve come to tell you, in person, that if you survive tonight against Tommy Knoxville, I’m coming for you and I’m coming for that championship.

Cid jabs the belt with a single digit. Guv’nor looks at him, turn his head towards the horizontal and fixes a look of concentration on his face. After a couple of seconds.

Guv’nor: That’s it, bruv? You went to all the trouble of psyching yourself up, to pump yourself up and convince yourself you’re a hard nut, to tell me that? Listen bruv, maybe you took a wrong turning or something—

Cid: You can talk and talk all you want and play it down, but it won’t hide the reality you have a damned bullseye on your chest and everyone is gunning for you. You're still celebrating your win when at any time, someone can come along and take that belt from around your waist and make you obsolete. I’m here to make it clear to you that I'm going to beat the living hell out of Michael Jennings later on tonight, and after I'm done with him, I'll be watching your match with Tommy very closely. I seriously don't care which one of you wins tonight, because I'm coming for what's gonna be mine, and whoever I face is going to be the unlucky sonofabitch who loses his title to Cid Phoenix!

Having said his piece Cid keeps his gaze firmly fixed on The Guv’nor. In the arena there is a 50/50 split between those cheering the champ, those cheering Cid Phoenix.

Guvnor: That’s some pretty big speech, bruv. I say kudos to a man who knows what he wants and goes after it, but when you’ve found the bottle to win a few matches and earn a shot at me I won’t be hard to find. Until then, put up sunshine, and keep that hole in your mouth closed.

Cid grits his teeth and continues to glare at Guv’nor, who in turn isn’t backing down. The scene fades as two continue to try and stare each other out.

*COMMERCIAL*

[Evan De Parker]

We return to action and "The Baddest Man Alive" by the Black Keys and RZA hits the PA system. Yanzel steps out onto the stage. He looks out to the crowd pointing out towards them before smacking the stage floor to hype himself up. He fistbumps and high fives fans down the ramp stopping at the bottom. He throws a 4 punch combination to the camera flashing a smile as he lifts his right arm turning his back to the ring.

Paige: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first: from Los Angeles, CA; weighing 240lbs...YANZEL HOLMES!

He climbs the ring steps moving all the way across the ring apron before climbing the turnbuckle and raising his right arm as he looks out at the crowd.

West: This is a APW television debut for Yanzel Holmes, a former beat cop with the LAPD. Phil Atken's sources have confirmed to me that he comes with a substantial background in boxing and submission skills.

Harris: When have you been talking to Phil Atken?

West: I haven't, but I've spoken to his sources.

The opening guitar riff to "Rock You Like a Hurricane" blares over the PA system and once the vocals hit Evan comes out with a cocky smirk on his face, he kisses an attractive woman at ringside before he rolls into the ring and poses for the crowd as they boo him.

Paige: Introducing his opponent: from Edinburgh, Scotland; weighing 260lbs....EVAN MCDONALD!!!

West: Has anyone on Meltdown been more impressive in recent weeks than Evan McDonald?

Harris: He's certainly put in some blockbuster performances, but he's still to convince many people in APW that he can get over the finishing line when it really matters.

McDonald stares Holmes down and the referee checks both of them, potentially for any weapons-- earning a raised eyebrow from the former cop, Holmes-- and the referee signals for the bell!

Evan McDonald vs Yanzel Holmes

Evan explodes away fromi the ropes and immediately hits Holmes with a Clothesline! The crowd roars and Evan smirks out into the audience, raising a single fist in the air before forcing Holmes up and driving hard right hands into his gut, backing him into the corner. The stunned Holmes sinks down to a knee and Evan backs up before charging back with a Lariat that crushes him in the corner! Holmes staggers out of the ropes and Evan shoots the ropes on the far side of the ring, coming back once more and hitting yet another Clothesline-- this time, sending Holmes corkscrewing through the air and onto the back of his head and neck! Evan screams out into the booing crowd before laughing and blowing kisses to them on all sides, moving his hair behind his hair as he nonchalantly lifts Yanzel up-- delivering a Hangman’s Neckbreaker and going for the pin.

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TH-- Kickout by Holmes!

West: Every week, Evan McDonald seems to get meaner and meaner...

Harris: Well-- you heard Holmes. Evan hasn’t won a match on Meltdown since February 18th. He needs to be mean and aggressive, or he’s going nowhere!

Evan waits for Holmes to get up and then plants him with a Belly to Back Suplex but only earns a count of one after a pin. McDonald hoists Holmes up again and goes to Irish Whip him across the ring, but Holmes reverses and sends McDonald sternum-first into the turnbuckles! Evan grabs at his chest and stumbles back, into a Butterfly Suplex! McDonald gets up to his feet and swings wildly at Holmes for a closed left fist, but Holmes ducks and catches the spinning Evan in what appears to be a Back Suplex-- but brings him down across his knee for a Backbreaker! Evan cries out in pain and gets to his feet once more. Holmes hits the ropes and comes at him for a Cross Body, but Evan runs forward and drives a boot right into his ribs! Holmes cries out and hits the ground, rollng across the ring, all the way to the apron. Evan scrambles to the ropes and forces Holmes up on the apron before bringing him inside with a VICIOUS Vertical Suplex that forces the newcomer, Yanzel Holmes to arch his back and wail out in agony. Evan plays to the crowd again, standing on the turnbuckles, blowing kisses at the women in the front row.

West: This is the kind of behavior that has held Evan McDonald back. He’s an amazing talent-- but he lets it get to his head. This celebration should be saved for AFTER he wins the match! And from the sounds of it, Yanzel Homes isn’t the kind of guy you take lightly. Their differences are overwhelmingly different. These two come from completely different backgrounds-- different social classes. And even their STYLE is different, as we’re seeing here.

Harris: I have confidence in the Ladies’ Man. I wouldn’t call it getting ‘to his head’ per say. He, and I, just know something no one else knows! And it’s that HE’S THE BEST!

West: Right, right.

McDonald hops down from the turnbuckles, but turns into a Double Knee Armbreaker! The crowd roars and Holmes stands up, stomping hard down on McDonald’s shoulder before falling into the ropes for a breather.

Harris: Where’d that come from?!

West: I dunno-- but McDonald’s reeling!

Evan slinks up to his feet and stumbles into the corner on the other side of the ring, but as soon as he finds what he believes to be refuge, Yanzel charges at him from the ropes and delivers a series of hard shots to his ribcage, ending with a hard reverse punch to his shoulder! McDonald stumbles out of the corner, but Holmes spins him around and positions him for what looks like a Powerbomb-- but he drops Evan shoulder-first across his knee to execute a Shoulder Breaker! McDonald screams out in pain and Yanzel pushes him over, hooking the near leg and grapevining the far one!

West: Hell of a Powerbomb Shoulderbreaker on the slightly bigger McDonald! Holmes has it here! ONE!

Harris: TWO! Ah!

West: He’sgonnawinithere, THRRREEEEE... NO! No! Evan McDonald gets his injured shoulder up off the canvas!

Harris: Phew. McDonald kicked out, but is the damage done?

McDonald shoves Holmes away and crawls for the ropes again, but Holmes grabs him, first by the knee pad, and then by the tights, before finally grabbing him in a half-nelson to lift him up, but McDonald counters with a modified Snapmare! Holmes climbs to his feet and McDonald slides behind him, hitting a Half Nelson Suplex, almost as if to mock Holmes for his attempt seconds ago! Holmes groans in pain and pushes himself up, watching helplessly as McDonald delivers a boot to his temple! Holmes goes down and McDonald waits for him to get up before planting him with one more Half-Nelson Suplex! Holmes is slower as he begins stirring this time... But McDonald is clapping his hands, signaling for the end. While a minority portion of the crowd is in McDonald’s corner, a majority boos. As Holmes finally gets to his feet, Evan hits him with a stomp to the gut and then goes for the Tiger Driver!

Harris: SCOTTISH PRIDE! HERE IT IS!

...However, upon flipping, Holmes grabs a hold of Evan’s arm and takes him to the ground with yet another Double-Knee Armbreaker! He immediately transitions into a Kimura!

West: What a counter! There’s that Armlock that everyone was warned about! The Kimura!

Evan McDonald flails in the move and reaches for the ropes. He crawls, trying to drag Yanzel Holmes away from the center of the ring, but the ropes are more than a foot away. He groans in pain and pulls at his own hair, screaming in frustration. The referee continuously asks Evan if he wants to submit.

And finally, McDonald is forced to tap with his free arm. The referee signals for the bell and Yanzel Holmes rolls off of Evan, pulling himself to his feet.

Paige: Here is your winner, as a result of a submission... YANZELLLL HOOOOLMES!

West: Nice work by Holmes tonight, picking up a HUGE submission win over the Scottish Sensation, Evan McDonald!

Harris: I’m almost impressed. Almost. Hell of a match, and amazing counter at the end... I never lost faith in McDonald though. And I still haven’t. Give this guy some time, Shane-O, and I promise you, he’ll be a star.

West: Well, tonight, it’s not Evan McDonald’s star that’s burning bright. It’s Yanzel’s!

Yanzel Holmes slaps hands with some of the fans as he makes his way up the ramp, to the back, leaving the seething Evan McDonald to climb to his knees in the ring and glare after him, frustrated.

We cut to the back shortly thereafter.

The scene opens backstage inside the canteen area. Sitting down at a table, carrying on in a jovial manner are the North American Champion, The Guv’nor, and the recently returned Meltdown cult figure, Yarmouth.

Guvnor: I’m telling you, bruv, Bobby Moore was the greatest ever.

Yarmouth: No way fella, it’s Keith Curle all the way!

Guvnor: You’re having a bubble, mate! You’re trying to tell me 108 England caps, winning the World Cup, playing for the might hammers – come on you iron! – and most of all being born in the East End doesn’t make Sir Bobby the dogs bollocks?

Yarmouth nods with a toothy grin.

Guvnor: Leave it out, sunshine! Sounds to me like you’ve had one too many tins, bruv.

Yarmouth necks the rest of his can of beer, crushes it and tosses it over his shoulder before opening another. He offers one to The Guv’nor, who shakes his head.

Guvnor: Anyway, who is bloody Keith Curle?

Yarmouth: Fella, he could take penalties like a German!

Guvnor: Penalties! You’re a card and half, Yarmouth. Me thinks you’ve had one too many blows to the head. Bloody Keith Curle!

Guvnor shakes his head in disbelief. Yarmouth sits awkwardly in silence, trying to find something to say. A couple of seconds pass when Yarmouth has a light bulb moment.

Yarmouth: Okay fella, but we can agree about one thing...

Guvnor: What’s that, bruv?

Yarmouth: The greatest national team in the world...

Guvnor smiles, then simultaneously Guv and Yarmouth break into a football chant.

♫ INGERLUND! INGERLUND! INGERLAND! ♫

Then Yarmouth breaks into humming the tune to ‘The Great Escape’, Guvnor joins in and is quickly on his feet and dancing about before the rendition ends with a loud and proud simultaneous

♫ ENGLAND! ♫

They tap cans of beer then go around again, reaching about the third bar before they both suddenly stop and look at the same thing. The camera zooms out to reveal a stern-faced Sienna Harrison.

Sienna: What on earth is going on?

Guvnor: Calm down, love. Me and my pal Yarmouth here are just having the crack, know what I’m saying.

Sienna looks at Guvnor and spots the object in his hands.

Sienna: Drinking! You’ve got a title defence tonight and your cavorting with the rabble and drinking beer.

Standing up with outrage Yarmouth demands.

Yarmouth: Who you calling ‘rabble’?

Guvnor puts an arm across Yarmouth to placate him, then turns to Sienna.

Guvnor: Sweetheart, there’s nothing to have a stroke about. It’s only light beer, and I’m just getting myself properly hydrated for my match later. After all, when I bring down the house later against Tommy Knoxville and the whole of Yanktown is talking about The Guv’nor, who’s ratings are going to give President Jeff a rock on in the morning?

Sienna: That isn’t the point. You are – as much as it pains me to say this – Meltdown’s champion, therefore you should be setting the example. This is a family show after all.

Guvnor glances at Sienna’s attire.

Guvnor: Trust me love, as soon as you appeared on screen with that tight fitting and low-cut dress, nobody was looking at or wondering about the tinny in my hand.

Sienna: You insubordinate-

Guvnor: Yeah yeah, go tell it to someone who gives a toss.

With that Sienna turns on her heels, issues a frustrated cry, and storms off. Guvnor beams, then turns back to Yarmouth.

Yarmouth: Nice one fella, she’ll be blowing steam for hours after that. Fancy another can?

Guvnor: Better put it on ice, bruv. She’s right about one thing, I’ve got a huge match tonight against Tommy Knoxville and it’s about time I showed people around here The Guv’nor is the real deal and not just a one-hit wonder.

Yarmouth: I know you can do it fella, and make us all proud.

Guvnor: Hold on, bruv -- what’s all this ‘fella’ business? It’s bruvva!

Yarmouth: In the north we don’t do that ‘bruvva, geezer geezer’ nonsense. It’s ‘fella’, fella.

Guvnor: BRUVVA!

Yarmouth stands up.

Yarmouth: FELLA!

Guvnor: BRUVVA!

Yarmouth: FELLA!

Guvnor: BRUVVA!

Yarmouth: ALRIGHTALRIGHT! God it’s like being in Kindergarten. Listen, you’re right fella: I better lay off the booze too because I got a match against Robina Hood. Man she’s one wacky chick, but I would if you know what I mean?

Guvnor: Nah, bruv, I don’t do STIs.

They exchange a chuckle.

Yarmouth: Hey fella, once I have dispatched with Miss Kinky Tart maybe one day me and you can go at it for the North American Championship?

Guvnor: Not sure they could find an arena big enough for that tear up, but sure thing, bruv.

Guvnor then nods and gives a high five to Yarmouth. Yarmouth is about to walk away when he turns round and shouts.

Yarmouth: By the way it’s definitely FELLA!

Guvnor: BRUVVA!

Yarmouth: FELLA!

Guvnor: BRUVVA!

And so on back and forth they continue to go as the scene fades.

*COMMERCIAL*

[Evan De Parker]

"Welcome to New York City" hit the PA System and the crowd went into a crazy frenzy. The man known as Jake Titan, the True Gangster and hired hand of APW walked through the curtains with a determined scowl on his face. Something is on his mind as Jake made his way into the ring.

Nikki Pagie: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome Jake Titan!

The crowd gives Jake a pleasing response as he snatched the mic out of Nikki's hands. That scowling face of Jake's focuses on one camera.

Jake Titan: A'ight man. I haven't heard jack from anyone back stage so I'm assuming I'm shit outta luck. So I'll make my case here and now. Tommy you and your man Gooch got the best of me at Rasslemania. I'm man enough to admit I lost because of myself. But I'm pissed off you didn't give me at my best. Tommy!

The crowd roars with a mixed reaction at Knoxville's name-- some cheering for the man, some booing, and some booing Titan's portrayal of him!

Jake Titan: Ain't no one here likes you either. A'ight, I'm calling you out! One on one! Since I can't get me and Leon a rematch for the #1 contendership or even a rematch in general, I'll call you out like dis. I want you, you spineless f***. APW North American Champion or not, we got at it one last time in any match stipulation. I don't care if it's a Harlem Street Fight, Inferno or First Blood Glass. Give me what I deserve, and that's you. If you're good enough, bring that APW North American Championship with you because it's only a matter of time before I take it. So find your balls you pastey f*** and let me know by the end of the week if we got a match or if you're just a pussy.

Jake drops the mic and quickly leaves through the crowd.

The show goes backstage to the bowels of the arena where Michael Jennings is shown standing by. He seems rather sullen and melancholy at the moment which is a fairly normal demeanor for him. He brushes his hair back for a moment before looking at the camera.

Jennings: This week I face a man named Cid Phoenix. A man who represents all of the scum that makes up the APW viewing audience. A man who only cares about titles, glory, and money.

He points to the camera.

Jennings: He represents all of you fans out there, the scum of society.

He stops to point to himself before continuing.

Jennings: I represent no one but myself. Funny how the people that are viewed by you all as the garbage of society, people like myself, are the ones who don't care what people think and could give a crap less about money or power. I represent those people. The people who you all view as scum. That's how you all view me and I admit it, I'm a scumbag. I'm not your typical wrestler either.

He smirks for a moment before continuing.

Jennings: My opponent tonight is a typical wrestler. All he cares about is fame and fortune. What a pathetic thing that is. He's a waste of my time and I'm going to prove it when I kick his ass tonight. This is going to be his nightmare.

He pauses for a moment before continuing.

Jennings: All he cares about is a title shot. The fact that all anyone cares about is the returns of Billy Pepsi and Yarmouth makes me sick. I should be the one you all are talking about right now. Actually, I take that back. I should be the one you all are worried about right now. I'm the diamond in the rough that everyone is ignoring until, say, I kidnap Sienna and hold her hostage. Perhaps I will steal a title and blow it up or smash it with a sledgehammer. What if I do all of that and then some. Will you people respect me? I think not nor do I want your respect. I'm out here to send a message. And speaking of messages I'm coming for the Guv'Nor and Knoxville winner. I don't want the title. Titles are for the weak. Weak minded individuals like Cid Phoenix only care about titles. I want to inflict damage and create chaos and what better way to do that than to beat the best there is on Meltdown. Titles are irrelevant. All I want to do is show you people who you really should be afraid of when you tuck yourselves into bed at night. My name is Michael Jennings and I am your reckoning...

He walks off screen as the scene fades out.

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

Paige: Introducing first, hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, MICHAEL JENNINGS!!!

West: Michael Jennings was very impressive in his debut last week.

Harris: He sent Kevin Dahlia packing, but he has a much tougher test in front of him tonight.

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

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

Paige: And his opponent, coming to us from Brooklyn, NY, he is "The Smash Mouth Superstar" CID PHOENIX!!!

West: After coming up short last week in the #1 contender Fatal Four Way Match, Cid Phoenix must be looking for a way back into the North American Title hunt.

Harris: A win here could inch him forward, but a loss against a newcomer could certainly damage his future chances.

Cid Phoenix vs. Michael Jennings

Jennings and Phoenix both circle around the ring. They step forward to one another and enter a fast paced exchange of strikes to the head back and forth. Jennings manages to block one of Phoenix's shots and gains the upperhand. He backs Phoenix up against the rope. He attempts to whip Phoenix to the ropes, but Phoenix reverses and catches Jennings with a Short Clothesline. Jennings hits the mat, but quickly rebounds to his feet. He charges at Phoenix, but gets hit with a Dropkick. Jennings again springs up to his feet, but this time Phoenix charges at him and hits him with a Running Calf Kick. Jennings drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring to regroup. Phoenix backs up against the ropes on the opposite side of where Jennings is. He raises his arm in the air and the fans cheer. Phoenix runs towards the ropes and leaps through the top and middle rope with a Missile Suicide Dive, but Jennings sees him coming and sidesteps him. Phoenix collides headfirst into the barricade.

West: Phoenix went for the high risk and it didn't pay off for him.

Harris: He got cocky! It is far too early in the match to be taking risks like that, Jennings just outsmarted him.

Jennings lifts Phoenix up to his feet and tosses him back into the ring. Jenning climbs in and goes for the cover,

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West: Jennings tends to favour the submission style, and he is showing it tonight by very methodically targetting the arm and shoulder of Cid Phoenix.

Harris: He is a man with a plan, and he is putting on a very impressive display here so far.

Jennings lifts Phoenix to his feet he attempts to whip Phoenix to the ropes, but Phoenix drops down to the mat and pulls Jennings down with a Small Package pin attempt,

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West: Ohhh... Phoenix almost had him there. He was one split second away from victory after a very impressive quick flurry of offense.

Harris: I've gotta admit it was close, but it ain't over yet.

Phoenix grabs Jennings by the legs and signals for the Scorpion Lock, but Jennings kicks him back. Phoenix stumbles back towards the ropes. Jennings gets up on his feet. Phoenix runs at Jennings, but Jennings catches him with a knee to the gut. Phoenix grabs his gut but doesn't fall to the mat. Jennings grabs him and hips him to the ropes. Phoenix rebounds off the ropes and Jennings attempts a Front Dropkick, but Phoenix stops just short of being hit. He grabs Jennings legs and again attempts to apply the Scorpion Lock, but Jennings reaches up and grabs him by the arm. He pulls Phoenix in and applies the Anaconda Vice. Phoenix struggles to reach the ropes, but Jennings has the hold applied in the center of the ring. Eventually the pressure is too much and Phoenix taps out.

Paige: Here is your winner as a result of submission, MICHAEL JENNINGS!!!

Harris: Very impressive win by Michael Jennings.

West: Cid Phoenix put up quite the fight. He definitely made Jennings earn the win tonight.

Jennings rolls out of the ring, shooing the referee away as opposed to accepting his arm to be raised in victory. He makes his way up the ring with a nondescript look on his face and the camera cuts to the back, where the crowd roars as Billy Pepsi is seen walking on-screen, through the corridors, a smirk on his face.

West: And coming up next, Billy Pepsi addresses the APW fans, LIVE, for the first time nearly a year!

Harris: This should be interesting.

We fade to black on Billy Pepsi's smirk.

*COMMERCIAL*

[Evan De Parker]

The cameras cut to the back as Sienna Harrison makes her way back into her office to a chorus of boos from the San Nicolas crowd. She mutters something to herself as she adjusts her-- previously acknowledged-- form-fitting dress at the hip.

Sienna: Guv'Nor... I swear to God... Who the hell does he think he is...

Sienna takes a seat behind her desk and begins typing away at something for a few moments, occasionally reviewing a stack of papers lying next to her computer, before there's a knock at her door.

Sienna: Yeah. Come in. UNLESS you're European. And if you ARE British, you'd BETTER be Robina. Or at the VERY LEAST, Evan McDonald. Come in!

The door creaks open after a few seconds of hesitation. Soon, she smiles as a shadow crosses over her and moves over to the side of her desk, prompting Sienna to swivel her chair and give the person a nod.

Sienna: I didn't think you'd actually come.

??: I wasn't going to leave my little sister hanging.

As the camera pans out, a few people in the crowd pop as a man with ear-length, dark brown hair is revealed.

Sienna: Tyler Harrison in the flesh.

The crowd roars, simply at the mention of the last name. Tyler nods and glances at his watch

Tyler: For a moment, anyway.

He nods to the stack of papers on Sienna's desk.

Tyler: Those for me?

Sienna: They are. As of next week, you will be my managerial assistant. It's... It's not NASA or anything, but I think you can manage. Keeps some food on your kids' plate, yeah?

Tyler: Hm.

Tyler lifts the stack of papers and thumbs through them, whistling to himself a little before raising his eyes to Sienna.

Tyler: And what'll you have me doing? Getting you coffee? Telling you how inappropriately short your dress is for a PG show? That's-- foul, by the way. You should be ashamed. Or, WHAT-- helping Robina win a match she doesn't deserve to--

Sienna: Don't you dare use her name in vain.

Tyler: Are you... Who ARE you?

Sienna: I'm your boss.

Tyler laughs again and tucks the papers under his arm.

Tyler: Alright, sis. Well, I'll see you next week.

He turns and begins to leave but Sienna clears her throat.

Sienna: Oh. Ty.

Tyler stops and glances at her over his shoulder.

Sienna: Your first job next week? You're gonna referee a match.

Tyler: ...I'm not a ref--

Sienna: You're a ref. You're my ref.

Tyler looks at her with his mouth open, slightly, ready to retort but he just sighs and turns, shaking his head. Sienna smirks as he exits the room, slamming the door behind him.

We cut to ringside.

A sharply dressed Elliot Von Wilderspin stands in the ring. As always he has his trusty man purse at his side. He reaches into the murse and pulls out a microphone.

Elliot Von Wilderspin: Ladies and Gentlemen, please join me in welcoming back to the APW, the Megastar of the New Generation... BILLY PEPSI!!!

The cheesy dance beat of Michael Jackson's Pepsi Generation plays throughout the arena. The aisle is lit with special Pepsi logo spotlights. Billy Pepsi emerges on the ramp with a goofy grin on his face and a bottle of Pepsi. He takes a swig and gives an enthusiastic thumbs up before vigorously charging to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope and stands in the centre of the ring. He takes another swig of Pepsi then does a standing backflip. He then drops to his knees holds the Pepsi label out to the camera and flashes a pearly white toothy grin. Von Wilderspin signals for the music to be cut. The twosome receive a lukewarm reaction from the fans, but mostly boos mixed with laughs by those amused by Billy's dopey antics. Wilderspin raises the mic to speak.

Elliot Von Wilderspin: Thank you, and good evening wrestling fans. I ask that you give Billy your complete and undivided attention. Here he is, Billy Pepsi.

Pepsi takes the mic. He is still flashing his signature dopey grin. Billy raises the mic.

Billy Pepsi: First let me say how positively awesome it is to be back here in the APW. Not to mention how sweet it is to be here on Meltdown since we all know Monday's are where professional wrestling belongs.

The fans cheer for Billy's positivity towards the APW.

Billy Pepsi: Of course now that I am here you can actually start being entertained by this show again. The days of the boredom brought on by Warren Borin Peace, and Guv'nor Hack are over. You are in the Pepsi Generation of Meltdown.

The fans boo at Billy criticizing the Meltdown stars. Von Wilderspin looks nervous. He whispers something into Billy's ear. Billy speaks into the mic again.

Billy Pepsi: Don't get me wrong, I too like those guys I was just talking about, but we all know Meltdown needed a good dose of the Pepsi.

Billy holds up his body of Pepsi. Someone throws a can of Coke in the ring and Von Wilderspin dives onto it and tucks it into his murse being sure to hide the label.

Billy Pepsi: Now I am sure you are all wondering where I have been for the last year or so. Truth is I kind of misremember a lot of it myself. All I know is that I am a better Billy Pepsi now than I was before. The Billy Pepsi who left you was a loser, the Billy Pepsi you see today is a winner.

Suddenly, the mic is temporarily cut off.

"WE CAN'T HEAR YOU!" appears on the jumbotron in big letters, and Pepsi hits his mic, trying to make it work before looking over to a ringhand.

Billy Pepsi: IS THIS THING ON?

The feedback from the mic screeches throughout the arena as Billy screams this into the mic and the fans plug there ears.

Billy Pepsi: Good... So anyways, like I was saying... now that I am back I am ready to take Meltdown by storm..

The microphone cuts out again. Billy looks confused and Von Wilderspin looks angry. Billy taps the mic until the sound returns. The fans begin laughing at Billy.

Billy Pepsi: Stop laughing, it's not my fault. The point I am trying to make here is, with Billy Pepsi back, Meltdown will never be the...

Again the mic cuts out. The fans are all laughing. The words

"STILL NOT LOUD ENOUGH!" appear on the Jumbotron. Billy then trades microphones with one of the ringhands. He is noticeably frustrated. Von Wilderspin pats him on the back, and Billy raises the mic again.

Billy Pepsi: Ok, let's try this again, Billy Pepsi is back baby, and Meltdown will never be...

For the third time the mic cuts out. Billy kicks the bottom rope and Von Wilderspin starts yelling at the ringhand. The words

"CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW!?!" appears on the Jumbotron. Pyros start to shoot off in bursts.

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As the final set of Pyros goes off, "Hear Me Now by Hollywood Undead hits the speakers, and the crowd roars in applause as from the back steps a familiar face, Roy Speede, with a microphone in his hand. He makes his way down the ramp, high-fiving the fans with his free hand before sliding into the ring and coming face to face with Pepsi.

Roy Speede: Well, well, well, if it isn't Doctor Pepper out here prescribing his own sleeping pills to the entire audience. I couldn't take any more of that, and I bet nobody in this entire arena could either, am I right?

The crowd roars in agreement, and Pepsi goes to speak. Roy cuts him off

Roy Speede: Shut up! I was planning to make a return of my own tonight, and if it weren't for the droning on, and on, and on from a certain soda-themed individual, I'd have had a much bigger presence tonight. But instead, I'm saving the fans from captain obvious over here. Of course you're back! They played your shittastic theme song, didn't they? You're in the ring right now, aren't you? Okay, we get it, welcome back! Fight somebody, or we don't care!

Billy Pepsi: Look who's talking jerk face. You're rambling on worse than I was!

Roy Speede: But you admit you were as boring as watching paint dry!

Billy Pepsi: That's enough out of you dipstick! You want to see this returning wrestler in a match? Fine. Why don't you step up to the plate and take the Pepsi Challenge.

Pepsi takes his coat off and rolls up his sleeves. Speede pauses to think about it, and then swings a right. Pepsi ducks and catches Speede with a backhand, and takes him down, but security come running out to the ring to break it up. Security holds Speede back and Von Wilderspin pulls Billy back to the corner and whispers in his ear. Sienna Harrison appears on the ramp with a microphone on hand, clearly panting from having to sprint all the way from her office to the ring in heels!

Sienna Harrison: That's enough from you two. I won't have you hijacking my show. You two want a match so bad? FINE! Next week right here on Meltdown, you two are going one on one!

The fans cheer as Billy and Speede nod in agreement.

Chase: Huge announcement there from our GM. Next week it will be Billy Pepsi taking on Roy Speede!

Harris: Two Megastars making there in ring return next week. I can't wait. Things are heating up here on Meltdown.

*COMMERCIAL*

[Evan De Parker]

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

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

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

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

Paige: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, at a combined weight of 515lbs, being accompanied to the ring by Demonica...THE NATURAL BORN KILLAZ!!!

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

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

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

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

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

West: Both Leon Roberts and Jake Titan have made a big impact since coming to APW a couple of months ago. This is a great opportunity for them to show they are among the premier tag teams in APW.

Harris: I love the attitude and the aggression of these guys, and Demonica just looks great!

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

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

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

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

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

Paige: Introducing their opponents. From Los Angeles, CA, weighing 125lbs...NIOBE "NIGHTMARE" MARTIN!!!

Black Flag's Rise Above hits the PA and as the hardcore punk riffs blare the cameras zoom around the arena searching for Peace. Finally we stay static on commotion in the audience. Warren walks through the crowd clapping fans hands. He leaps over the barricade slides into the ring.

Paige: From Pittsburgh, PA; weighing 200lbs...WARREN PEACE!!!

West: We've something of an alliance of convenience here, well convenient to the mind of Sienna Harrison.

Harris: Look, this is a great chance for these megastars. Both need to climb the ladder again to North American Title contention, so why not prove that in the tag division-- even if only temporarily?!

Tag Team Match
Niobe “Nightmare” Martin & Warren Peace vs The Natural Born Killaz

The bell rings as Peace and Titan start out in the ring, going for a quick lockup, which Warren Peace quickly finds himself in control of, transitioning Titan into a side headlock. Titan shoves Peace into the ropes but Peace comes back and plants him with a Shoulder Block! Titan groans and Peace hits the ropes again, but Titan pushes himself up to his hands-and-knees. Peace hops over him and hits the ropes again, where Niobe Martin tags herself in unbeknownst to Titan-- who catches the oncoming Warren Peace with a surprise Sidewalk Slam! He goes for the pin, but the referee doesn’t count, pointing to Peace’s corner!

West: Niobe Martin with the blind tag-- and the Killaz have no clue!

Harris: Turn around, Titan!

Demonica screams for Titan to turn around, but it’s too late-- as he begins to climb off of Warren, Niobe Martin has already leapt from the top rope for a Flying Leg Drop to the back of his head! Titan groans in pain and Martin pushes him over, hooking his near leg for a pin!

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West: HOW CLOSE was that?! The Killaz almost lost it right there?!

Harris: If they lose this match, they can forget about those Tag Team Championships anytime soon. But this is a good way to get them right into title contention after we discover the winners of next week’s Tag Title match between the Dying Breed, and the team that the fans affectionately refer to as “Goochville.” Nowhere as cool as Kashville!

West: ...Please.

Harris: Speaking of which, BREAKING NEWS! Sienna Harrison just texted me-- and-- yes, she texts me-- and apparently next week, the team of Jason Kash and Reaver, FOUL PLAY will be in action, live on Monday Night Meltdown!

West: That’s huge. That’s gigantic-- and look out here!

Martin crawls to the ropes and Titan pushes himself up, tagging Roberts back in. Titan slides out of the ring and Roberts enters, swinging hard at Niobe for a Clothesline, but she ducks and Roberts goes, swinging for Warren-- but he drops down from the apron, hanging Roberts’ arm up over the top rope! Roberts cries out and falls back, into a Poisonrana from Martin! The crowd pops for the move and Niobe scrambles to her corner, tagging in Peace! Peace is the one that sails to the top this time, yelling for Roberts to climb up. Roberts gets to his feet and Peace dives down, with a Double Axe Handle to the shoulder! He kicks him in the gut and goes for a Piledriver-- but Roberts tosses him overhead! However, before he can turn, Peace entangles his legs and forces him to the ground in a leg lock-- twisting him over into a Figure Four!

Harris: FIGURE FOUR! FIGURE FOUR! AHHH!

West: Roberts is trapped! He has nowhere to go! San Nicolas has erupted!

Roberts flails frantically. Demonica shrieks on the outside for him to move-- and he finally makes it to the ropes after what seems like an eternity!

West: Leon Roberts BARELY escapes!

Harris: Warren’s going for it all here!

Warren grabs Roberts by the hair and backs away to the corner, pushing himself up onto the top rope and attempts to pull Roberts up with him in the Piledriver position...

West: Look at Titan!

Out of nowhere, Jake Titan sprints across the apron, springboarding up to the middle rope and arcs himself to hit a sharp kick to the base of Peace’s neck! Warren Peace falls Roberts’ head and to the canvas! Niobe tries to charge at Titan on the apron-- but Titan swings around and drives a boot into her gut! Niobe falls from the apron and as the cameras return to the inside of the ring, we see Roberts climb over Peace!

Harris: If Titan does that to Knoxville-- then all is right in the world! In his mind!

West: Is that what all of this acting-out is about? Tommy Knoxville? Cover!

Roberts shoots the half and covers Peace, and the ref counts!

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Winners: Natural Born Killaz

The Killaz celebrate in the ring as their music hits, and the crowd responds with a mixed reaction.

West: Big win tonight for the Natural Born Killaz!

Harris: But if Titan had his way-- it would’ve been Knoxville’s head being kicked off. Guarantee it.

We cut to the back!

Backstage The Guv’nor is wandering the halls of the Luna Park Arena whistling the song from The Great Escape; the crowd cheer as he appears on the ActionTron. After several steps he stops dead, and looks down; the camera tracks his gaze and we see Robina Hood sitting cross-legged against the wall, between ceiling-high stacks of boxes; she’s holding a crowbar in her hands.

Guvnor: You alright love?

No response from Robina who maintains the concentration of tapping the crowbar against the palm of her left hand.

Guvnor: You know, little girls shouldn’t play with toys like that one.

Robina’s eyes shoot upwards, flashed with anger, towards The Guv’nor.

Robina: And I suppose silly little boys shouldn’t pretend at playing gangsters...

She pauses.

Robina: ....Or even the champion.

Guvnor: Well sweetheart, I’m the one carrying the belt.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out some loose change.

Guvnor: But here’s a few coins...

Guvnor tosses them onto the floor in front of Robina.

Guvnor: Go buy yourself something nice, fix your hair, whatever, because you look a right state.

Guvnor scoffs and turns away; Robina launches the crowbar and it flies past the back off his head, narrowly missing, and because a loud thud and metallic clunking we know it’s bounced off the wall and hit the floor.

Guvnor: WHAT THE---

Guvnor spins around and Robina is on her feet facing him.

Guvnor: You really want to start something here and now, bitch?

A strange smile cracks across Robina’s face.

Robina: We’ll call that a polite warning.

Guvnor: You threatening me, because I’ll---

Robina: Threatening?

Robina exaggerates surprise.

Robina: Little me threatening the big, nasty Guv’nor?

Robina makes a show of pretending to think it over, then adds dryly.

Robina: Why would I ever do a thing like that?

Guvnor tries to reply, but Robina cuts him off again.

Robina: Like I said, we’ll call this a polite warning. But if you continue with your poor attitude towards Miss Sienna, well then we may have to escalate things to the level of threatening.

The crowd boo at the mention of Sienna’s name. Guvnor puffs out his chest as anger flashes across his face, but then he smiles.

Guvnor: Oh sweetheart, trust me, that isn’t a game you want to start playing. I’ve hurt mugs for a lot less than this, so don’t start counting your chickens.

Robina doesn’t flinch, she looks Guvnor dead in the eye and says.

Robina: You boys, aren’t you all so silly? Whoever said anything about this being a game.

Guvnor glares back at her, but has no effect as she smiles angelically, walks past and picks up the crowbar.

Robina: Boys and their toys.

Robina turns away and walks off, dragging the crowbar against the wall with implied menace. The camera pans back to Guvnor, watching her, his face seething.

*COMMERCIAL*

[Evan De Parker]

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

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

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

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

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

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

Paige: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…from Sherwood Forest…weighing in at one hundred thirty-two pounds……ROBINA HOOD!

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

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

West: Robina Hood fresh off that fantastic victory over Amy Zing last week; she’s got to be feeling as good as ever.

Harris: That was a real boost, Shane, and I’m sure Sienna’s perfect megastar will be keen to get herself back in the North American Championship picture asap.

The lights go down in the arena and a red spot light spans all over the crowd as they cheer loudly then red a red mist forms at the top of the ramp then red and white pyrotechnics blast of at the top of the stage. "I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU" by Fear rages out of the arena speakers and Yarmouth comes out and swaggers onto the stage holding a rocket launcher full of T-shirt's with Fella written on the front.

Paige: Introducing her opponent and making his return to Meltdown. From New York City, NY; weighing in at 245lbs, he is ‘The Bad Ass Boom’......YARMOUTH!!!

Yarmouth then begins to fire the T-shirts into the fans as they fight to get hold of the T-shirts, Yarmouth is wearing his wrestling pants and a red T-shirt with fella on the back and Meltdown is on the front on the front of the shirt as Yarmouth then enters the ring to wait for his opponent.

West: THE FELLA IS BACK! Just listen to this crowd reaction.

Harris: It’s been a pretty safe working environment for the Meltdown megastars since Yarmouth left last year, but now he’s back --- all Hell could be about to break lose.

Singles Match
Yarmouth vs. Robina Hood

The bell sounds, Yarmouth charges Robina and knocks her down with a clothesline. Robina is up quickly, but again Yarmouth flattens. Up for a third time, Robina ducks another clothesline attempt, but Yarmouth hits the ropes and connects with a running shoulder charge. Yarmouth stomps around the ring, thumping his chest and drawing a pop from the crowd. Yarmouth lifts Robina and slams her face against a turnbuckle, then lands a couple of big-time open palm slaps to the chest before delivering around half a dozen short range shoulder thrust’s to Robina’s midsection.

West: This is a dominant display from Yarmouth, and this crowd are right behind him.

Harris: Robina Hood has survived some epic battles of late, but I wonder whether she’s ever faced anything as powerful as Yarmouth with his furnaces in full blaze.

Yarmouth whips Robina across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle and follows through with a running lariat to the throat, then he lifts Robina out of the turnbuckle and drops her with a sidewalk slam. Yarmouth goes for the cover, but on two Robina throws up a shoulder. Yarmouth lifts Robina and gives her a headbutt. Yarmouth grabs Robina again and lifts her into a military press, even doing a few reps with her before he tosses her face first onto the top turnbuckle for snake eyes. Robina spins out of the turnbuckle and straight into an Argentine rack from Yarmouth.

West: This could be over!

Harris: Listen to this crowd, they’re calling for Sienna’ perfect megastar to get broken here.

However, Robina counters by sliding off Yarmouth’s shoulders and planting him with a reverse STO. This gives Robina some breathing time, and she rolls away a few metres from Yarmouth to ensure her safety. After twenty seconds or so they both get to their feet. Robina swings a leg looking for a middle kick, but Yarmouth catches the leg, then Robina follows up looking for an Enziguri, but Yarmouth ducks under it and hits Robina with a neckbreaker. Yarmouth goes for another cover, but again Robina kicks out on two. Yarmouth lifts Robina and pushes her onto the ropes, then he hits the ropes opposite and charges back at Robina, but she is able to counter with a back body drop over the top rope and Yarmouth lands on the outside with a sickening thud.

West: We saw Robina’s survival instincts right there. She’s taken some punishment from Yarmouth in this match, but she still had the instincts to get herself out of it.

Harris: Shane, a woman like Sienna, she isn’t going to back a lame horse, is she? Robina has proven every week why Sienna considers her one of the best on Meltdown right now.

Robina climbs through the ropes and clubs Yarmouth to the back of the head. Yarmouth is still showing the effects of the fall over the top, which allows Robina some time to control the bigger man. Robina gives Yarmouth a couple elbows to the neck, then a rising knee to the face, a few stinging knife edge chops, followed by a reverse elbow to the face and a bulldog on the outside. After all that Robina tries to get Yarmouth back into the ring, but there’s too much dead weight, so instead she rolls under the bottom rope as the ref’s count out reaches five.

Harris: Intelligence as well as wrestling ability from Robina. She can win this match by count-out!

West: And the ref’s count is getting perilously close to ten here...come on Yarmouth, you need to get back in the ring!

The ref reaches eight and Yarmouth starts to get up. The ref calls nine, Yarmouth stumbles towards the ring. The ref is about to call ten when Yarmouth just gets under the bottom rope. The crowd roar with approval. Robina rebukes the ref out of frustration.

West: There was absolutely nothing in that – a mere whisker maybe.

Harris: It was so close, Shane. I think Robina was half turning to celebrate then.

Meanwhile Robina continues her assault on Yarmouth, this time with stomps to the head and neck. Robina lifts Yarmouth onto the ropes and gives him a back elbow to the face, then delivers a few more chops to the chest, followed by a toe kick that allows Robina to put Yarmouth into a face lock and drag him to the centre of the ring. Robina takes Yarmouth into a gut wrench and tries to lift him into a pendulum movement, but she can’t lift the man almost twice her weight. She repeats it three times and each time she just cannot get Yarmouth off the mat. Instead Robina decides to go for an Irish whip and use the momentum of Yarmouth coming back off the ropes to her advantage, but Yarmouth counters into a chokeslam. The crowd pop upon the surprise impact, but Yarmouth is down on his hands and knees, unable to make an immediate cover.

West: The sheer impact of that chokeslam may have turned off all the lights inside Robina.

Harris: But Yarmouth needs to make the cover, Shane. I don’t think we’ve ever seen the big man labour like this.

Eventually Yarmouth gets across and hooks the legs....

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Yarmouth grabs Robina and lifts her by the throat, setting her up for another chokeslam. Robina, in desperation, connects with two low kicks to the knee area, the second one releasing her from Yarmouth’s grip. Yarmouth charges at Robina looking for a running lariat, but Robina shows off her athleticism with a Matrix evasion. Yarmouth hits the ropes, but on his return he is caught with a superkick. Robina dives Yarmouth and hooks the legs...

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West: Yarmouth is still going! He just will not quit!

Harris: That was surely three! I counted three!

Robina shakes her head with frustration. She lifts Yarmouth to his feet and looks for a version of the Shiranui, but Yarmouth counters in mid-air into the Yarmouth Breaker (Sitout Argentine Backbreaker). Yarmouth makes the cover....

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The crowd pop huge for Yarmouth as he gets to his feet and thumps his chest. He climbs to the top rope and conducts the crowd in a bout of ‘MELTDOWN IS FELLA’ chanting. Yarmouth remains standing strong in the ring as Robina skulks off backstage, her face red, and eyes wide.

West: He’s back, he’s better than ever, and the Meltdown crowd are going absolutely wild for Yarmouth here tonight!

We cut backstage to a moment where we see the worried face of Sienna Harrison as she watches the events unfold on the monitor in her office. She bites her lip and folds her arms, glaring at the image of Yarmouth as he continues to celebrate on-screen.

West: Well... SOMEONE isn't happy. Wanna take bets on who?

The scene opens backstage and we can see Hannah Storm, armed and ready to fire her microphone.

Hannah Storm: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight The Guv’nor defends the North American Championship against Tommy Knoxville in a match that could headline many a card. Alongside me I have the defending champion. Guv’nor, this week Tommy Knoxville raised the stakes when he said he wasn’t just fighting for himself, but fighting for the whole of America.

The Guv’nor gives Hannah a peculiar look. The crowd as the champ appears on the ActionTron.

Guvnor: What’s this, Hannah? No chit-chat, no how’s your father -- just straight on with business. What happened to us, Hannah?

Hannah: You never called.

Guvnor: I never called? I always call, sweetheart. You just weren’t waiting at the side of the phone.

Hannah: Are you sure you had the correct num...anyway—

Hannah shakes off the unprofessionalism that’s crept into this segment.

Hannah: Your response, Guv’nor, to the words of Tommy Knoxville.

The Guv’nor rips the mic from Hannah’s hands and takes a step towards the camera.

Guv’nor: Tommy, you want make this something it isn’t and start gabbing on about how you’re doing this out of some kind of patriotic duty. Well that’s fine by me, bruv, if that’s what it takes for you to bring the fight I want you to bring tonight.

But last time I checked this wasn’t a championship exclusively for North Americans. The fact you have to go that way out Tommy says all I need to know. I’ve had this strap for two weeks now and there hasn’t been a single moment that I have disrespected this title, and therefore the country you love. Everywhere I’ve been in the name of APW, be it for Meltdown or in the Iron King tournament, I have repped like a champ because that is what I am.

The Guv’nor takes a pause to adjust the title on his shoulder.

Guv’nor: Like I said this week, bruv, I treat this title as one of my own, and right now you are trying to trespass on what belongs to me, sunshine. As I understand the great old United States of America provided rights for the citizens in the form of the law—

Guv’nor stops and looks at Hannah to fill in the gaps.

Hannah: The second amendment?

Guv’nor: That’s right, the second amendment. And while I may not be a citizen of the US of A, I’m taking that principle and I’m bearing arms for the protection of what is mine: the North American Championship. I can’t boast a Smith & Wesson, but what I got is two evil fists here that are fixing to dismantle your face in front of this crowd tonight.

The crowd pop as Guv’nor’s rant gets into full swing.

Guv’nor: Listen bruv, I never had any intention of giving you a drop of sympathy tonight, but there was never any natural hatred or malice, only that what’s needed to be The Guv’nor and get the job done. But like a good-for-nothing slag you had to make this personal, and I don’t take sleights like this so well. Yeah, I’m not American, I’m Hackney-born, I’m Hackney-bred, I’m HACKNEY-MADE!

Tommy, you’re going to learn what that means when someone starts acting like a slag and wants to take liberties: it means enemy action, you mug! And tonight, in front of the great nation of Argentina, in South America, I’m going to cop you some aggro that you cannot withstand, that will change you forever! I’m not doing it for America, I’m not doing it for England, I’m doing it because I’m The Guv’nor, and bruv, that’s just how I go to work.

I’m not going to promise to stop your dreams, Tommy, because I’m what you’re nightmares are all about, and tonight that’s made real in one big tsunami of malice and brutality. I hope you’re ready, bruv, because this is about to get nasty!

The Guv’nor drops the mic and stomps off out of the shot. Hannah Storm picks up the mic.

Hannah: The Guv’nor versus Tommy Knoxville, it’s coming folks, and I suspect there may be blood.

The scene fades.

*COMMERCIAL*

[Evan De Parker]

function (){_AF$.drBox.pPP()}Paige: Ladies and gentlemen... PLEASE WELCOME AT THIS TIME, your special commentators for this evening's main event, Darren Harvey and Johnny Chase!

West: Well-- looks like we're taking a step away for a moment. Harv and Chase were in San Nicolas with the Meltdown roster. We owe them a few favors, so, SURPRISE!

Harris: I don't like this one bit.

West: Oh, hush. It keeps things fresh. And who DOESN'T want to cover this match? Huh?

Harris: I don't like it.

West: Let's hand it over to Harv and Chase!

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

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

Respect

Respect

Respect

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

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

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

Bad boys inna London
Rude boys inna England

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

Mi are di nuttah
Original madmah madmah mad nuttah

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

Nicky Paige: Hailing from the East End of London, he weighs 228lbs...The APW North American Champion...THE GUV’NOR!!!

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

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

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

Nicky Paige: And his opponent, the challenger for the North American Championship...TOMMY KNOXVILLE!!!!!


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

Main Event - APW North American Championship
Tommy Knoxville vs. The Guv'nor

As the match begins, both men begin to circle the ring, neither taking their eye off the other. This is quickly broken up by The Guv'nor just going for it, sending wild punches to the skull of Tommy Knoxville. Knoxville starts raining down punches of his own and one of Guv’s catches Knoxville on the chin knocking him down to the ground. Guv' then mounts Knoxville and begins pounding away, fist after fist aimed directly into the face of Mr. Knoxville. The ref starts pulling The Guv' off of Knoxville but Guv’nor gets off on his own. Knoxville rolls to his stomach and dives at The Guv and spears him to the mat raining down fists of his own.

Harvey: This match is getting dirty and vicious quickly!

Chase: We have two angry men in the ring set out trying to prove themselves. Of course it's going to get vicious.

The ref is pulling at Knoxville to get him off of Guv, Knoxville gets up and lands a hard blow to the face of Guv. The first row groans as Guv rolls to his stomach. The ref cautions Knoxville back to a neutral corner. The Guv’Nor gets up and his nose is completely turned to the side. A close up of Knoxville shows him wince at the ugly sight. The ref is trying to get medical personel down to check him out, but Guv lifts up his hands and puts them on the side of his nose and cracks it back into place. He wipes the blood on his arm and is ready. The ref tries to tell him no, but Guv yells at him that’s he’s ready. Knoxville and Guv meet in the middle of the ring and start jaw jacking...and jaw jacking turns into fists throwing.

Harvey: Did you hear that snap back into place?

Chase: I sure did. The crowd is starting cheer what they are seeing.

Harvey: These two guys are going to give it their all for the victory tonight. We aren't going to have marathon holds, they are going to try to finish this quick and with their fists!

The ref is trying to get between them to check on Guv’nor. Knoxville steps back as the ref looks at his opponent. Knoxville sees that Guv has his hands to his side and comes off the ropes to the side and clears Guv out, to the behest of the referee. Knoxville goes on the immediate attack before the referee can figure out what’s happened. He begins stomping down The Guv's midsection. Knoxville drops to his knees and swings wildly hitting Guv everywhere but the face, because the Hackney native is covering that. Showing a little bit of cockiness, he rolls to his back and covers Guv. The Guv' figures out what's happening before the ref can make a one count and crucifixes Knoxville.

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Harvey: Smart move by The Guv’nor.

Chase: They're both looking to stand out from the rest of the pack.

Knoxville manages to roll free from the clutches of The Guv's crucifix. They both make their way back to their feet. Guv kicks Knoxville hard in the stomach and locks in the Chronic Aggro. He drops to his back and the referee is counting for him to release.

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The slightly purple Knoxville coughs to get his breath back as Guv roles him over. Cover.

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Guv lifts Knoxville up to his feet. Knoxville headbutts Guv in the face. Knoxville locks Guv down...Sativa Spike!!!!! The cover!

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Harvey: We have a lot of pin attempts for this match!

Chase: When you are wanting to show the world what you are made of as two of the toughest guys on Meltdown, they realize the world is watching!

The two men then begin to get back up, swinging wildly at each other as they do so. The crowd has kept the buzz going and are now getting louder.

Harvey: The fans realize they are seeing something special.

Chase: These men are on a collision course for destiny!

The Guv' has Knoxville on his heels and takes off running...CACTUS CLOTHESLINE!!!!! Both competitors spill to the floor. The front row of fans are on their feet and it’s like a ripple effect. The dull roar is becoming louder and louder.

Chase: This match is the icing on the cake for a great night of action! Nights like tonight are what Meltdown is about!

Harvey: We’ll see who has the guts to finish this match!

A wild punch nails The Guv in the throat and Knoxville lands a hard kick to ankle that sends Guv down to one knee. Knoxville surveys the scene and pulls up some of the protective padding from around the ring and reveals the cold, gray, unforgiving concrete. Knoxville grabs The Guv’nor by the head and lifts him up for a jumping Piledriver!!!!!!

Chase: That sounded like a cantelope splitting!


Knoxville is quick to act on the downed Guv', sliding in the ring to break up the count, running of the ropes and he leaps...CORKSCREW SENTON!!!!! Guv' is quick enough to roll of of the way!!!!!!!!

Harvey: The Guv’nor Moved! The Guv’nor moved!

Guv’nor gets back to his feet and looks at Knoxville and kicks him in the head before rolling back into the ring. Guv’nor’s nose starts bleeding again, but he doesn’t care. Knoxville rolls over and vomits all over the protective mats and concrete. He gets to his feet and rolls in the ring. Guv lets him get up on his own...What’s this?

Chase: What are they doing here?

Sienna and Robina Hood are making their way to the ring. Guv has his backs to them and is staring at Tommy Knoxville. Knoxville is to his knees. Guv is ready to come off the ropes, but Robina trips him up! Guv turns around ready to handle it, but Knoxville grabs him by the waist and tosses him backwards. Sienna, who had just got on the apron dives off to the ground as Knoxville starts swinging wildly at both of them. He takes a step between the middle rope and yells at them. By the time they might have their nerve back, officials have come down to the ring to try to get them to the back.

Chase: It’s obvious Tommy Knoxville doesn’t want any help.

Harvey: This has been a hard fought match with some big spots...

Knoxville turns around and finds himself face to face with The Guv’nor. The Guv’nor nods at him and Knoxville nods back. They step apart and start to circle. The crowd is erupting in the biggest pop of the night.

CHASE: I CAN’T HEAR ANYTHING!!!!!

HARVEY: THIS IS PANDEMONIUM!!!!!!

They trade wild punches again...the crowd is in a frenzy...Knoxville comes in tight and lands another headbutt to the nose of The Guv’nor. Knoxville goes for another Sativa Spike...Guv’nor pushes Knoxville hard into the ropes, kicks him in the gut...GYPSY KISS!!!!!!!

CHASE: I CAN’T HEAR MYSELF THINK!!!!

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Paige: The winner of this match and STILL NORTH AMERICAN CHAMPION....THE GUV’NOR!!!!!!!

Chase: THE CROWD LOVES THE EFFORT PUT FORTH BY BOTH COMPETITORS!

Sienna quickly ushers Robina to the back, cursing and stomping the entire way. The Guv’nor rolls to his knees and uses the second and top rope to pull himself to his feet. The ref hands him the title and he holds it over his head and yells, the crowd is going wild!

Harvey: WHAT A MATCH!

Sienna stops at the top of the ramp, looking back at the Guv'Nor with a sigh. She pushes her hand through her hair and shakes her head, murmuring something bitterly.

West: We're back-- but we're out of time, ladies and gents! For Darren Harvey, for Johnny Chase, for Dick Harris, I'm Shane West! The Guv'Nor has prevailed, and I've never seen something backfire so rapidly in our GM's face before! Knoxville was having no parts of their help! And with a tag team title match against the Dying Breed a week away-- I have to wonder, why not take the momentum?

Harris: Cuz he's stupid. Knoxville should be the champ right now!

West: Dying Breed! Knoxville! Gooch! Tag Team Championship, next week! Don't miss it!

Harris: DON'T CHA DARE!

We fade to black.

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